All language subtitles for The Mason Brothers 2017ENGS

- Who killed our little brother?

And who else
was involved?

- Fuck you.

- See...

That's the wrong answer.

- I'm not telling you nothing!

Fuck you!

- Get towels! Towels.

- Hey. Hey, you
look at me right now.

- You're not
going anywhere.

- You look at me.

Orion!

- I don't want to die, Ren.

- You're not gonna die.

Orion, look at me.
You look at me right now.

You're fine.
- I'm sorry.

- You are fine.

- He's dying. We need to take

him to a hospital right now.

- We fucking can't!

- Orion! Orion!

Hey, Orion!

- Hard to breathe.

- Or-- Orion... Orion!

- Relax.

- Breathe. Breathe.

Goddamn it.

We all fucking know,
Ren, it was a set-up.

- We don't know that, Jesse!
All we know is

the crew showed up at
the same time we did.

- Bull! Then how the hell
do you know that?

For all we know, it could've
been you that set

this whole fucking thing up,
told whoever all about this!

- Have you lost your mind?
I've been best

friends with him since grade school,

not to mention I've been working

with you for quite some time.

If you're gonna shoot me,
then do it right now.

- You haven't been fucking
working with us for that long,

and you could have fucking

orchestrated the whole goddamn thing.

- Stop.
- Don't tell me to stop, Ren.

Fucking little brother's
dead over there, man.

Don't you understand that?

- This ain't the time
for that shit, Jesse.

- Yeah? When the fuck
is the time, man,

He could have
orchestrated the whole thing!

He's right here in the room with us.

Fucking enemy. Fuck you.
You're not family.

- It wasn't me, Jesse.

- Relax, Jesse.
Relax, Jesse.

Relax, relax, relax.

Dude, calm down.
Okay, relax.

- Relax.

- Relax.

- No, fuck you!

Don't fucking touch me!

- Is this all we need?
- Yeah.

- You really want to take him
up to Valencia right now?

- Yeah.

- Bury him where grandma was buried?

All right, man. If you say so.

- Why didn't you
see them walking in?

- We were busy.

I don't know, actually.

How the hell am I supposed to know?

One moment it's business
as fucking usual,

and the next moment,
there's three big guys

that are showing up
in black ski masks.

They got fucking guns and they

open fire on me and Orion

while we're fucking just there
at the cash drawers.

So we start fucking firing back,
and then all of a sudden,

it's just...
Blap- Blap- Blap- Blap- Blap!

Everything else just
fucking goes to a blur.

I don't remember anything.
What the fuck do you remember?

- The same thing.
Ren and I go for the vault.

You and Orion go for the

cash drawers as was planned.

- And then what?

I don't fucking know, man.

Ren and I fucking--
We come out of the vault,

and we see three guys
with black ski masks on,

opening fire on you two.

We proceed
to open fire on them.

I actually popped one of them
motherfuckers, too, actually.

- Okay, so then you and Ren,
you guys come out of the vault,

and then it's just
everybody's blasting.

It's a fucking war zone, right?

- From what I remember, yeah.

- Okay, so then...

Orion gets hit
and he goes down,

and then these guys,
they just-- what? They...

They just disappear out the fucking

front door, like shortly afterwards?

- Yeah, from what I

remember, fucking yeah.

And then we grab--
We fucking grab Orion,

and we go into--
we take off in the fucking van.

I didn't see
those guys though.

- Okay.

All right, so if I'm
gonna rob a bank...

I'm gonna rob a bank

at the exact same bank,

on the exact same night,

in the exact same
3-minute window as us,

and it's just gonna be us

accidentally running into them?

Really? I mean, does that
make any fucking sense?

- No.

- They know of us.
- Yeah, okay, well, how?

How do they know of us, Ren? What,
like, somebody talked?

Yeah, other people knew the plan,

but nobody knows our routes
except for me and you...

and this fucking guy.

- I don't have anything
to hide, Jesse.

- No, it was someone else.
- Who? Who, Ren?

We're not at fucking war
with anybody else.

- You need to relax.
- Yeah.

I'm fucking tired of you

fucking telling me
to fucking relax!

I don't need to
fucking relax, all right?

Our little brother
just got fucking killed.

So why don't you--
I need you

to please get that through your head.

- I'm gonna go
make a phone call.

- Okay, good. Go make a phone call.

That's bullshit.

- So how do we
not have enemies?

People are trying to
interrupt our business.

Why don't you tell me?

I mean, obviously
we do have enemies.

It's basic economics, Gage.

There are crews out there
and they are watching us,

and they are seeing
the kind of cash

that we are pulling from
the kind of fucking jobs.

And so what are they doing?

They're gonna take out
the fucking competition.

Right? I mean, uh...

- Isn't that why
you snitched us out?

- Jesse...

I need you to stay cool.

- You need me to stay cool?

Ren needs me
to fucking relax.

I'm fucking fine.

All right, why don't you
give me the fucking room, Gage?

Why don't you give me
the fucking room, Gage?

- You got it.

- Yeah, we can talk all about
that when you get here.

See you then.

- Ren, what are we doing?

- Got Jerry coming over
to help us out.

- Yeah, Tony's boy. Ren, that

dude ain't reliable, man.

- Well, he was in the past.

- Yeah, that was for something
totally different than this

and you fucking know it!

- Well, look, listen.

He's got good connections,
all right?

He can find just about
anybody in the city.

- All right, so then
what are we doing?

We're gonna wait
and then we're just
gonna send Jerry

on a wild fucking goose chase
through downtown LA?
- No.

I'll have him pull
security cameras
from the bank.

Might just tell us
something about these guys.

- I mean, the motherfucker
does know every single

corrupt son of a bitch
in Los Angeles, so...

I'm serious.

Motherfucker did
some back research for me
a few years ago.

He's fucking reliable.

- Yeah, well, we'll see

'cause I'm not still
sure about the guy, Ren.

- Look, I agree with you, Ren.
I think we should check him out.

What?

Yo, man, if anybody knows
who these guys are,

or could fucking find out,
it is Jerry, and you know that.

- Yeah, the last time that you
gave advice on something,
you were wrong.

So you're actually
the last person

that should be giving
advice on anything.

Why don't you go
pick a fucking lock?

And you leave the thinking
to me and my brother,
- Listen, that's enough.

Now, look, I'm gonna run down
to the street to the house
and get the supplies.

Jerry will be here
in about an hour or so.

- You are not
leaving me here
with this guy,

- Yeah.

- It wasn't fucking me.

- You want to be useful, Gage?

Help me gather up
a couple of chairs

and go into the next
fucking room

because I guarantee you
that Jerry's gonna want

to have a little sit
and a chat with each one of us.

- Good.

Fucking looking
forward to it.
- Good, yeah.

You make sure you
got your fucking story
straight, Gage!

- You fucking
stay cool, Jesse.

Fucking always lippy,
motherfucker...

Hey, man, um...

- Yeah?

- Look, that shit from earlier,
sorry about that.

- Look, Jesse...

I know we're not blood,
but we're brothers.

So I need you
not to sweat that.

- Nah, you're family, man.

You've been
fucking good to us.

You've been loyal.

It's just we had
everything planned out.

You know? And then, these guys,
they show up and they...

Shake everything loose,
and then...

Boom, they get
the drop on us.

- We didn't know.

How we supposed to know
that they're coming in
while we're leaving?

Then Orion gets shot.

It's all wrong.

I'll tell you that.

- See, man, see that's why
it's gotta be a set-up.

Those guys, I mean,
they showed up

and they were ready
to handle business.

I mean, the masks, the guns.
They didn't just want the money
that we wanted.

No, they...

Hell, they wanted us dead.

- Then we have enemies
we don't know about.

- Yeah.

I mean, yeah,
there's plenty of crews

out there that want
the jobs that we take

because of the money
that we make, but...

They can't do
what we do, man.

They can't do it
in under three minutes.

I had everything
planned out, man, like...

We had everything
planned out.

- All right, listen up.

Jesse's gonna
explain everything.

- All right, guys,
this is what we got.

It's a bank job,

and everybody's gonna
be going in on this one.

Orion, you're gonna
be the wheel man
there and back.

You're gonna park the van
on the southeast side
of the bank.

Now, guess what, guys.
It's also gonna
be a night job.

Ren and I were
talking about it.

It's just gonna
be the best time
to hit this bank.

There's less foot traffic
and there's less
chance of us

running into somebody
with a gun.

Now, with that being said,
there is an on-duty
armed security guard.

Now, the good news is,
he takes a single

15 minute break for lunch,
so we're gonna go then.

All right? And everybody's
gonna go armed,
just like always.

It's a safety precaution.
Gage, Ren,

you guys go for the vault.

Orion and I,
we go for the cash drawers

and that's it.

- Wait a second.

What about disabling
the security cameras

beforehand, like we usually do?

- Yeah, we're just not
gonna be able to.

The fastest
response time

that the police have
for a bank,

when an alarm
has been triggered

in that area,
is just under
three minutes.

So guess what?
That's exactly
what we've got.

We've got under
three minutes.

You got to believe me, bro.
I've timed it before.

- And if we get separated?
- Jesus Christ.

Let the man finish.

- You mean if the cops
show up while we're there,

everything goes to shit.

We got to abort
the whole thing?

- Yeah, cops show up,

some of us
go out the front,

the other go out the back.

There's a lot of things
that can go wrong.

- Exit number one
is gonna be the front entrance.

The second exit
is gonna be the fire exit,

and that's also
on the southwest
side of the bank.

Now, if for some reason,
if we don't make it

to either of those or
everything goes to shit,

we meet at the local
7-Eleven in the alley,

which is about eight blocks
northwest of the location.

Orion, if you can
grab the van, then grab it,

and if not,
then don't worry about it.

VIN number's been removed.
We got it covered.

- What time's all this
going down tomorrow?

- It's gonna be 1:30
in the morning, man.

- Is that it?

- Yeah, I mean,
that's all I've got.

Ren, did I leave
anything out?

- No.

- We good?

- I'm good.

- Yeah, we good.

- All right,
that means we're good.

So let's prep
and let's make
some money.

- Where's Jesse?

- Hey, what's up?
Did you...

find what you
were looking for?

- Yeah, food and water.
- Okay, so is that it?

- Yeah.
- All right, so what's next?

- We wait.
He'll be here soon.

- Can I get a drag of that?
- No.

You'd think that this guy
would know to show up
on time.

- It's Jerry.
You know how he is.

- Is this him?

- Fellas!

It's been a while.

Good to see you.

Man, I heard about
what happened.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, you guys
have my condolences.

Where's Ren?

- He's inside.
Just follow me this way.

- Ren.

It's good to
see you, brother.

Sorry for your loss.

How you holding up?

- It's just another day.

Fellas...

Ren told me
what happened
over the phone,

and I just want to say,

I want to do anything
I can to help you guys out.

That's why I'm here.

Gage, how about you?
What's new, brother?

- Aw, man, just saving
up money to get my kids

out of the
fucking neighborhood.

- Aw, that's right.

You still living
on the south end, right?

- Yeah, I hate it, man.
I hate it.

I'm trying to get
'em to college,

trying to get...

Yeah, trying to
take care of my kids, man.

They're a handful.

Yeah, I hear you.
I got two myself,
four and six.

Them rascals are a handful.

- Yes, they really are.

- Shit.

Ren, anything
new with you?

- Nothing.
- Yeah?

Damn.

It's been a while, fellas.

When was the last time
we hung out?

A couple months ago
at that sports bar

where that fat
red-headed, cross-eyed kid

was trying to pick
a fight with you.

- Yeah, yeah.
No, I remember that.

Ren had a couple of--
too many drinks that night.

And he got up from the table
and he knocks this chair over,

and it hits the glass,
and it goes spilling
all over the table.

It ends up
going over this dude
and his date, right?

But then somehow
the guy decides that he's
gonna start blaming me

for not paying my bill,
when the two things,

they weren't
connected whatsoever.

- Yeah, but you're forgetting

that this was just
a poor college kid, man,

just at the bar
getting a beer,
trying to impress this lady.

- And you forget that
he was also trying to
act like a hard-ass,

and I hate that shit.

- What don't you hate?

- Yeah, sure, but he was
trying to act hard, all right,
and I hate that shit.

- You know what was crazy,
though, was how a girl that hot

was with a dude
that looked like him.

- That's 'cause he was
paying her bills, man.

- Shit. You remember
him and his boy
at the end of the night?

Okay, Jesse, you're right.
They were challenging us.

They were at the entrance
when we were walking out,

putting their chests
all out, trying to act

like they're fucking
hard and shit.
- Yeah.

- Did you see me walk out
of the bar and go up
to those two guys,

look 'em right in the eyes?
You know what they wouldn't do?

They wouldn't
look me in the eye.
You know why?

Because they were scared.
They didn't want nothing.

I should've just knocked
the dude's teeth out right then,
just based on principle.

- I remember she was
super transfixed on you.

- Nah, man, she was
looking right past me.

She had her eyes on Orion.
Ladies always had
their eyes on Orion.

- All right, that's enough.

- Hey, my bad, Ren.

Sorry.

- It's business now.

- Well, it goes
without saying, guys.

You guys are
pretty much fucked.

- Yeah, you think?

- It was a set-up.

- Okay, see, that's
what we thought too.

- So, I'll tell you what,

here's what I can
do for you guys.

As you guys know,

I pretty much know
all the major players
in this city.

So I don't think it'll
be too hard to find out

who hit you guys up
at the bank,

but I do have
a few questions.

Which bank
was it, again?

- It's, um,
Westland Bank
on Fourth.

- The one in downtown?
- The only one.

- And then, the guys
that hit you up...

Did they have any
tattoos or markings
or anything like that?

- They were covered.

- Do you remember
how tall they were?
Height? Build?

- First guy's
6'2", 220-230.

The next guy is about
5'6", 180-185.

5'8"-5'9", 200-220?

I...

It's a guess.

- Okay.

Do you remember
how many cameras
and where at the bank?

- Three at the entrance,
over near the cash drawers.

And then two looking
at the vault door,

three inside the vault.

- Excellent.

- Hey, one of my guys
can break into

pretty much any bank camera
there is in the city.

I'll give him
a call tonight.

Make a few calls
with guys on the streets.

If I come up
with anything,
I'll be in touch,

which should be soon.

Good to go?

- Yes, one more thing.

When you do
find these guys,

you just go ahead
and you bring 'em right here.

Okay?
- Man, don't worry
about it.

Ren knows what
I'm capable of.

- Do I look worried?

- Gage, anything else?

- Just let us know
what you find out.

- Ren, anything?

- No.

- Well, all right,
I'll be in touch.

Good seeing you guys.

- Thank you.
I'm sorry that we didn't
have more for you.

- Hey, no worries.
It's good catching up.
- Thanks, man.

Ren, again, I'm sorry
for your loss, brother.

- Thanks.
- I'll be in touch.

- Gentlemen,
how've you been?

You're here
to see Fredrick,
aren't you?

Come in.

- So this place
or bank you know of,

what exactly is involved?

How much money?

- About two million dollars.

- And how do you guys
plan on doing this?

- Well, we pull up
in your van

and then we go in,
we hit the vault,

and then we hit
the cash registers,
and then we get out.

We do it at nighttime
while the security guard's
on break,

and then we do all of this
in under three minutes.

- Okay, good.

If I'm lending you
one of my vans,

I want a cut
of the money.

- That's fine.
- So how much?

- Good question.
You guys still owe me
from the past.

How about 25 percent?

- I don't know about--
- It's fine.

- Okay, good.

When you get the money,
we can meet somewhere
so I can get my cut.

Now, I've trusted you
in the past, Ren.

Don't fuck me
on this one, man.

- All right, what else?

- I'm good.
Just let me know

within the next week
the time and date
this is gonna go down.

So I can give you the van.

- All right.

- You got Gage
still with you?

How's he working out?

- He's good.
He's a hard worker.

- He's all right.

- That's good to hear.

Glad things are going well.

- So everyone knows
what to do, right?

- Yeah, Ren, we got it.

We go in.
We grab the money.
We get out.

It's super simple.
You guys go for the vault.

We go for the cash drawers,

and we're in and out
in less than three minutes.

- Yeah, really there's nothing
else to it, man.

If we do run into
that security guard...

Just gotta take him out.

- I'll take care of
any would-be heroes.

- And everyone knows what to do
if we get separated?

- Yeah, Ren, we got it.
- Mm-

- Where we gonna
stash the money afterwards?

- I got a place for it.

- Goddamn it,
all right, we've got it!

We've done this
a million fucking times.

Okay, we go in,
we grab the money,
we get out.

Let's just make this run
as smoothly as possible,

and everybody gets home
and everything's good, right?

All right, right.

- You expecting someone?

- It's probably Helen.
I told her what happened.

- Who is it?

- Helen and Violet.

What the hell
is going on?

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Ren talked to Helen
and told her what happened.

- What the hell
were you guys thinking?

- Did I invite you over?

- You're an ass, Ren.

You always have them
doing these stupid jobs

and that's why you guys
are in the spot you're in now.

- First off,
no one gave you permission
to come over here,

so you're lucky
that Ren let me know

that it was gonna
be you, Helen, at
the front door, okay.

And secondly,
don't you ever

talk to my brother
like that again.

- You're an asshole, Jesse.

- What? Come here.

- What did you do?

- I didn't do anything.

- You're unsafe, Ren.

Orion is dead.

These little stupid
business deals

are the reason
he's not here anymore.

And for what?

- For money, lady.

What'd you think?

As you said,
this is a fucking business.

It ain't our fault
that Orion ain't here
no more.

- Fuck you, Gage.

You guys are screwed up.
You don't think straight.

- Look, I'm sorry.

That was rude.

I'm sorry.

Just trying to
explain the situation

to our friend Helen
over here.

- Don't ever
ask me for help...

For anything.

- What else is there
to talk about?

- Well, you tell me.
You're the one that came
all the way over here.

Why'd you get into
the car with her?

- Because...

She told me
what happened.

I didn't think
it was true at first.

It bothers me.

How did he get shot?

- Normal way, with a gun.

All right, look, I'm sorry.

Okay, we were going
into the bank

and we grabbed the money,
and we were on our way out.

And these guys
came in with ski masks,
took us by surprise.

And Orion, he got, um...
He got shot,

and he went down.

- All for what?

How much money?

- We're talking
10 million dollars, babe.

- Was it really worth it?

- Yeah, it was
worth the risk, okay?

We didn't know Orion
was gonna get shot.

This whole damn thing's
been a set-up.

- A set-up with who, Jessie?

- I don't know, all right?

That's-- We don't
have any idea.

- So what do you guys
plan to do?

- Well, we've got
a guy working on it.

- Okay, you know Jerry?

All right, he was here
a little bit ago,

and he's doing
some footwork for us.

He knows the business.
He's gonna lean on
a couple of people.

- Then what?
You're gonna go
after these people?

You're gonna end up dead,
Jesse, if you keep going on
with all this.

- Okay, look, I know
that you're concerned.

All right, I do.
I appreciate that.

That's very, very
sweet, okay?

This is my business.

Okay, and you got
to trust me, okay?

- I should have caught on
to this stubborn attitude
you have when we first met.

You just never listen
to anyone but Ren.

- Babe, he's my brother.

Okay?

- I'm going to find Helen.

- Babe. Babe.

- I cannot believe
that. Yeah, go ahead
and hang out with Helen.

Shows up to where
I'm trying to get my thing done.
You know what I mean?

All these broads,
I don't know what's
wrong with them.

You know what I'm saying?
Each and every
single one of them,

they start out
as a princess. Right?

But they always seem
to be a queen.
You know what I mean?

They got all these answers
and all these solutions.

None of them make sense,
none of them are logical,

but yet, they're gonna fucking
tell you what they are exactly.

Do I tell them what to do
with their nails?

Do I tell them what to do
with their hair?

What are they fucking doing
telling me about my business?

Showing up to where we're
trying to get shit done,

- And they're telling me
about my business.
- Hey. Hey. Shut up.

You talk too much.
You never shut your
fucking mouth.

Why don't you sit
down and relax for once?

He's obviously a little
high-strung right now, man.

It's fine.

He ain't gonna tell us
or show us, but...

That's Ren.

- Yeah, well, this whole
bank job was his idea, right?

We shouldn't even
be in this situation

and he knows it.
- Jesse, don't do that.

We all planned
this together.

What happened to Orion,
it's none of our faults.

Don't start that.

So what'd your
girl say, anyway,

- Weren't you listening?

It was a bunch
of madness as always.

She's just running
her mouth like she knows
what she's talking about,

but it's just a bunch
of shit flying out of her mouth.

- I mean, she seemed
a little crazy, but...

I like crazy,

but she absolutely seems
off her fucking rocker.

- Yeah, well, she is
off her rocker.
The rocker's right here,

and then the porch
is, like, right here,
and then she's like...

just-- she's like
somewhere over here.
She's nuts.

- Yeah, I can tell, man.

Aw, thank you.

So what now?
What are we gonna do, Ren?

- We wait for Jerry.

- Okay.

I get that.

So what happens when
he brings these guys here,

if he brings these
guys here?

- We force answers
out of them.

- And how do you
plan on doing that?

- Well, how the hell
do you think, Gage?

We're gonna beat it
out of them

until they tell us
what we want to hear. Okay?

And if these guys
are the guys that were involved,

then their bodies are gonna
get dumped in a nearby river.

- We wait for Jerry.

We get our answers.

We get out of town.

- How the fuck do we know
they're not on their way in
right now?

- We don't.

- God, for Christ's sake, man.
Nobody knows about this place,

all right,
unless we actually
brought them here

or told them
that we were here,

then nobody knows
that we're here.

- Okay.

I mean, that's
what you say,

but what I'm saying is,
they could be on their way
here right now,

and they could know
it was us at the bank.

- Look, I'm not going
anywhere, okay,

until I know
who killed Orion.

And there's a lot more
dangerous people

that are looking for us
than just the cops.

Somebody knew
where we were gonna be

and they knew the exact time
that we were gonna be there.

- Look, look.
We wait for Jerry.

We handle business
and we get out of town.

- All right, Ren.

It's your call.

- Is that Jerry?

- Who is that?

Shit.

- Hey, what's going on?

- I got some info
for you guys.

Damn, you guys
look like shit.

You guys haven't
slept at all,

- Well, I was

until your ass came
and woke me up.

Well, that's good

'cause we got
a lot of work to do.

- What do you got
for us, Jerry?

- Let me show you.

Well, gentlemen, shall we?

Wait a minute.
Where's Ren?

There you are.

What's going on, brother?
Good to see you.

Jesus Christ.

You guys are some
melancholic motherfuckers.

Why isn't anyone talking?

- What do you got
for us, Jerry?

- Anyways, I got
some good news.

I got two suspects
for y'all.

Check it out.

- Remember that tech guy

in my crew
I told you guys about?

Well, he was able to access

the surveillance footage
from the bank you guys hit.

It turns out--
you're not gonna believe this--

he was able to identify
the fucking scar

on the tall one's
right hand.

This is Diego Hernandez.

Apparently, there's
only one guy in the city

with a scar like his.

This guy is Cyrus Dixon,
Diego's right-hand man.

Word on the street is

wherever Diego goes,
Cyrus goes.

So I'm pretty certain

Cyrus is one of the guys
that hit you up as well.

Yeah, the third guy's
still a mystery man,

but I'm still
working on it.

- So then you are not
100 percent certain

about this Cyrus guy?
Is that right?

- Well, technically
not 100 percent,

but I'm pretty
goddamned certain
he was there

because Diego was there.

- Okay, so...

How do we get these guys

and then what
exactly can you do
to help us out?

- I got my guys
scouting these two

right now as we speak.

It shouldn't be
too hard to pick them up
and bring them here.

- So... How exactly
do you plan

on picking them up
and bringing 'em here?

- Hey, man, don't worry
about that.

You know how I do it.

- But it's like a gang, right?

I assume,

since y'all gonna need
an army to pick 'em up.

- Yeah, well, they are
a low-level, dip-shit crew,

but they do
run about 20 deep.

- That's great, okay.

So we've got like 20 guys
that are going after us then?

- Yeah, pretty much.

- And how are you
keeping 'em off of your ass?

- Well, that's the thing.

They're not expecting me,

but once I pick up
Diego and Cyrus

and they go missing,

their crew is gonna
be suspecting you guys.

- Without a doubt.

It's true.

- Okay.

So this, uh...

Diego Hernandez guy,
like what?

Is he the leader
of their crew?

What makes you think that
he's gonna be easy to get to?

- Nah, I'm not too
worried about him.

He's just
a mid-level foot soldier,
not too bright.

- And what do you want
in exchange from us?

- Nothing, brother.

I'm just trying
to pay you back.

But, guys,
do me a favor.

Keep my involvement
with this hush-hush.

- It's not a problem, man.
We're not gonna say anything.

- Right on.

- We're good.

- Right on.

Well, I'll be in touch

when I got something
to deliver to you guys.

Ren, we good?
- We're good.

- All right.

Hey.
- Hey, man, thanks
for your help.

- Yeah, no. No worries.
- Thank you.

- So what do you think?

- There's no other
options I know of.

- Okay,
but do you think
he's gonna do

what he says
he's gonna do?

- No,

but there's no
other options, as I said.

- All right, man.

If you say so.

- All right.

I'll be in
the other room, fellas.

- It's two tens.

- It looks like two pair.

Ooh. Yeah, gentlemen,
thank you

for allowing me to
take your money.

That's trip-five
right there, gentlemen.

- Bup, bup, bup, bup.
I'm sorry.

I'm new to the game. Um...

What do they call it?

Pocket aces!

- Take the pot, take the pot.
- Is that good?

- I hate you.
Yeah, no, it's very good.
I'm proud of you.

- I'm going to Vegas, baby.
- Yeah, well, you're gonna learn

and lose everything
that you just took in Vegas.

- Lose?
- Lose.

- Have you not just been here?
I don't lose, my man. I win.

- Vegas-- Vegas is a
different game there.

- Vegas is a
different game there.

Let me tell
you something.

I spend a max of $40
when I go to Vegas.

- Forty dollars?
- Forty dollars.

- I'm serious, man.

Hand to God, 40 bucks.
- Right, how?

- Wouldn't you like to know?
Don't worry about how.

All right, just learn
how to play cards.

- I'm actually really curious.
I want to hear this.

- I bet you are.
- Yeah, I want to hear this.

- Yeah?

The big man has spoken.

All right, well, first of all,

soon as a I get there,
I hit the liquor store
right away. Right?

I get a cheap
bottle of booze.

Nothing too cheap,
but, you know, cheap enough.
- Yeah.

Then hit the strip,
meet a hot older lady,

you know, classy though,

you know, charm her naturally.

Most women her age
find me irresistible.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And because of that fact,

she then pays for my chips
for the rest of the night.

- Mm-Yeah.

- I'm serious, man.

Then I'm posted up
at the poker table
like a big shot,

and they're bringing me
free booze all night.

- All right, well,
I really do love you, man,

but you are
a fucking drunk
and a liar.

Because the last two times
that you was in Vegas,

we was right
there with you.

Hello?
- Your point being?

- My point being that you
were fucking passed out
at 10:00 PM.

- Yeah, well,
it's Vegas, right?

Nobody's supposed
to be coherent in Vegas.

Listen--

- Guys, say whatever you want,

but on a more serious note,

and I mean this,

we're all gonna make
a lot of money off this job,

enough to live off forever,

leave town,
and more importantly,

leave this fucking business.

I don't know about you guys.

I don't want to
be doing this forever.

I want to have kids,
you know, a family.

- Amen to that.

- So please, all of us,

let's play our cards right
and get it done safe.

- Cheers.
- - Cheers.

- What's up, big brother?

You good?
- I'm good.

- You ready?
- I'm ready.

- Simple and easy, right?

Just like last time,
in and out.

Under three minutes.

Nothing more,
nothing less.

- Right.
- I don't know.

Jessie-- he doesn't
seem sure on this one.

I don't know why.

- He's always like that.
He's fine.

- Yeah?

Well, if you say so.

Are you ready to do this?
- Let's do it.

- Let's get out
of this town, brother.

Mr. and Mrs. Clean.

What's up, boys?

Man.

I was over at Short Stop's
the other night.

You remember Mrs. Cooper
from down the street?

Crazy Mrs. Cooper?- -

- Well, I ended up
meeting her daughter,

fucking hot,
smoking hot.

Crazy as a fucking
lab-house rat, but hot.

We're hanging out,
having a few shots,
whatever.

All of a sudden,
she tells me she wants
to try Ecstasy.

She says she's never
done it before.

She says she wants to do it
for her first time with me.

So, of course,
I get on the phone.
I start calling everybody, man.

The whole city's dry.
I can't find a pill
to save my life.

So I call Vinnie.
You remember Vinnie?

Vinnie and Leah?
- Yeah.

- So he's in Vegas,

but he's got
an emergency stash

in his front yard:

a soda bottle
filled with pills,

buried under a rock.

- Hey, man, I'm gonna
call the kids, yeah?

- Yeah, okay.
So, all right, he said,

"Yeah, just take the money,
put it in the bottle,

take whatever
pills you need."

Great. So I tell the girl.
Now she's like

a fucking kid
on Christmas, right?

She can't keep
her hands off me.

We're headed there
immediately.

So get the GPS,
get to the address--

the address
that he gives me--

get there,
and there's not one rock.

There must be 15 of 'em,
spread out all over
the whole yard.

Right? So I call him.

No answer, so I just start
flipping and digging.

And nothing. I'm digging.

I'm up to my
fucking elbows, man.

You would've thought
I was trying to, like,
break out El Chapo.

The yard is a complete mess.
I'm getting pissed.

I'm digging with anger,
you know what I mean?

I'm diggin' in-- eh--
There's piles of dirt,

flipped over rocks.
She's yelling,
"Did you find it yet?"

- Fucking- A.

There's an old woman,
I notice, all of a sudden,
looking at me, freaked out.

She's going,
"George! George!"

And then here
comes some old guy.

Man, he just comes
out of nowhere, enraged.

"What are you doing
to my lawn?"

This fucking--
I went to the wrong house.

- You went to
the wrong fucking house?

- I should've known.

It was way too nice
for Vinnie.

He's freak--
I don't know what to do.

I'm just-- I'm frozen.
I'm on my hands and knees.

This guy-- seriously, man,
you should've seen--

It was like "Caddy Shack"
with all the holes
all over the place.

I'm freaked out.
I don't know--

I gave him
a Christopher Walken.

I said, "I don't know.
I lost my watch in your yard.

Apologies,
I'll send you a bill."

He said, "What?"

I said,
"See you later, asshole,"

and fucking ran off.
I didn't know what to do.

The girl's yelling--
Vinnie finally texted me.

He lives on
North Orange Grove.

I get to his place.

Boom, dig four inches,

one rock, boom,
it's right there.

No problem.

It didn't work out anyway.

The girl ended up
getting sick.

I'm holding hair
above the toilet
all night.

Didn't even get laid.
Fucking disaster.

- Jesus Christ, Orion,

that's, uh--

that's the saddest fucking
story I ever heard.

- Yeah, fucking sad story
is right.

Hey, if this job goes right,
it'll be the last

fucking sad story I ever tell.

- Here we go.

- Let's go
get into character.

Fucking Mrs. Cooper,

- Yeah.
- - I'll be there in a few minutes.

- All right.

- Cyrus,

- Yup.

This is him.

- Where'd you
find this guy?

- At his house.

Found out where he lived.

- How'd you
figure that out?

- Google.

- Well, it looks like
you guys tuned him up
pretty good.

- Yeah.

The little fucker put up

a pretty good fight,
actually.

- Let's bring him inside.

- It's like looking
into a mirror,

but it's just so much worse.

See, you were the guys
at the Westland Bank downtown

and you came in
shooting at us,

and you killed
my little brother Orion.

You see that is the shit
that I can't forgive!

- Are you gonna talk?

Fuck you!

Gage, hold him down.- -

- Ooh, whew.

- Fuck all of you!
- Hey, we got all
day and all night

to get our answers.
What do you want to do,

- He's gonna make it
harder on himself.

- He's not gonna talk.
Place him on the fucking ground.

- Why didn't you
shoot him, Ren?

Do you know
what I'm asking you?

All you did is you thwacked
him on the head with
the butt of a gun.

That wouldn't kill a dog.
So, yeah, he's still in there.

He's still breathing
and he's still alive.

- Shut up.

- All right, look.

Even if Jerry is not
100 percent certain

that this dude was
with Diego and the other guy,

he still needs to be gone.

All right,
it is blood for blood time,

and I know that
he runs with them.

If Jerry doesn't
bring this other dude,

all we have is
this guy for answers.

- Okay. So what?
This guy's not gonna
say anything.

He would have already.
You said that.

Those are your words.

This guy had his chance. Let's just
get rid of him, Ren.

- We wait.

- I hope you know
what you're doing, bro',
because I'm at a total loss.

- There he is.

Diego,
what's up, my man?

How you doing, brother?

Everything good?
What's the latest
of the greatest?

- Same shit. You?

- Just like you, my boy,

trying to make some money
and enjoy my freedom.

- Yeah, how long
you been out, now?

- Ten years, man, can
you believe that shit?

- Where did you
do your bid again?

- Eastern State Pen
in Philadelphia.

- Okay.

So you glad to be
in the sunny weather,

- You know, it has
its pros and cons.

- Yeah, well, um,

what can I do
for you today?

You wanted to meet.

- Straight to the point.
I like that.

Check this out, man.

I know these youngsters
doing a bank job
in a few weeks,

a bank in downtown
called Westland Bank.

There's $10 million in cash
they're gonna be taking,

and I want you
and your boys to go in there

and intercept the shit
out of that money.

- And how do
you know these guys?

- Met 'em at the pool hall
shooting the shit with Joe.

We've all done
business together.

- You know, we're all good.
- Right.

Well, why not just
get into the bank ourselves

and forget even trying
to run into these dudes?

Don't that make sense?
- Because they have access

to the vault where
all the cash is at,

and they can get in
and out of there quick.

Let me tell you
something, man.

There's no one
in the city that has
a set of skills

and can move
as fast as them.
You feel me?

- So you want them
to go in and grab the money,

and you want
us to come in and
clean up the mess.

- Yeah, pretty much.

- What's in it
for me and my guys?

- What do you want?
- Man, what does everybody want?

A portion of the money.

- How much?

- What can you offer?

- I can offer you and
your boys 20 percent.

- Nah, I'm gonna have
to think about that one.

How about 30?
- Well, you sure as fuck

- Didn't think
about it too long.

Fuck.

I can do 30,
but that's it.

- All right.

Thirty it is.

- Very good.

It's gonna make us
a shit load of cash, my man.

- Cyrus.

Mmm.

Don't want you
catching a cold, man.

So why don't you just
tell us who shot Orion?

You make yourself suffer.

Listen.

I already know you were
at the robbery...

And I already know
that you took shots at us.

So if I were you,

I'd man the fuck up
and tell me.

- I don't know who shot him.

I believe you...

But it doesn't matter.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe it was Diego Hernandez.

Maybe it was that
third motherfucker
that I shot.

Same thing.

The only thing
that matters...

Is that we've all
come together here

to figure this shit out.

And we have a lot
of work to do, man.

We have a lot
of work to do.

I'll be seeing you.

Mmm!

- Ren told me everything
over the phone.

Fredrick knows as well.

He tells me who
you have in there

locked up in some room
and you're trying

to get him to confess
to killing Orion.

- Yeah? What else did
Fredrick tell you?
Is that why you came here?

- What the hell
are you guys thinking,
Have you lost your mind?

That guy you have in there
is an important member

from the Eastside
territories of the city.

And he has ties
with many people.

- Well, here's the thing.

I don't really give a shit
who he rolls with.

- Well, you better.

These guys will come
looking for you

and will unleash hell
on all of you.

- Good.
You know why?

I'm gonna be waiting
right there for 'em

because they started
a war with the wrong people.

That war started
the moment they killed
my little brother.

- There you are.

You're an idiot
and ignorant,

and you don't listen
to what I'm telling you.

So I am telling
your brother here,

but he doesn't seem
too smart either
and isn't listening.

- What is it that
you want from us?

- I am trying to save
your lives, God damn it!

- God, what are
you really here for?

I mean, tell me exactly
what it is that you want?

- Well, if you really
want to know,

Fredrick wants
his cut of the money.

- There wasn't any money
because we got

into a shootout
as we were leaving the job.

We got a little fucking
preoccupied with--
- Bullshit!

- You can tell Fredrick
to call me about the money.

- He doesn't care
to talk to you.

He just wants his cut.
- I don't give a shit
about his cut.

If he wants his cut,
then he can call Ren
or he can call me,

and we will happily fucking
discuss business with him.

- Well, then, if you don't
want to give me his portion,

and that's what
you have decided,
I will tell Fredrick.

Look, if I were you,
I would leave town now.

That man you have in there

is an important member
from the Eastside,

and his guys
as sure as hell
will come looking for you.

I'm just giving you
a fair warning.

- Well, thank you,
but we don't need it.

- Okay. Okay.

I wish you both
the best of luck.

- Thank you.

I don't give a shit
what she says.

I don't give two shits
about Fredrick.

If he wants his money,
then he can fucking
come by here and get it.

And as far as
Cyrus' crew goes,
if they want Cyrus,

they fucking can
come here too!

Fuck!

- Let's get back inside, man.

- What's up?

Who was that?
- Allena.

- Well, I guess it was.
What'd she want?
- Nothing.

- She's running her
fucking mouth
like she always does.

- Yeah.

Listen, I tried
talking to the dude
in there, and, uh...

He ain't giving an inch.
- Of course.

- Fuck.

Yeah.

- Look, man, that dude
in there, he was involved.

He just doesn't want
to rat out his friend,

and I can respect that
I can even admire that,

but that dude would've
been gone a long time ago

if it wasn't Ren
that was calling the shots.
- I know it, but...

Ren calls the shots.

- Yeah, thank you
for reminding me.
I'd forgotten.

- I guess now we just wait
for fucking Jerry.

- Yo, what's the deal
with you and Ren?

Why are we doing
this shit for free?

- Shit, man.

You really want to know?

- I mean, we ain't
going anywhere.

- Well...

Let's just say Ren
helped me out big time

about five years ago.

I had the goddamn
Chinese, the Russians

and the Armenians after me.

- Heavy hitters.
- Yeah.

- So... So what happened?

- Well...

- Shit, here he is.

- Yo.

All right, cool.

Yeah, just continue
to keep an eye on him.

Mm-

Yeah, we'll be there soon.

I'll be in touch.

All right.

- You got him?

- Yup.

It's Diego.

He's at the Diamond Bar
on 8th and Stewart.

- Is he alone?
- Yup.

- Let's light this
motherfucker up.

- In due time, my friend,
in due time.

- Yo, I don't want
to be that guy,

but I haven't been paid
in a couple weeks.

- Hey, listen, man.
I'm gonna pay you
next week, all right?

- Bro, I got
to pay my rent.

I need this money.

- What the fuck
did I just say?

I said I'll pay
you next week!

Now shut the fuck up.

- All right, let's roll.

- Excuse me?

Listen, motherfucker:

we roll when I say we roll.

Is that fucking clear?

- Got it.

- What the fuck's
wrong with you?

Jesus Christ.

- Ren, fellas.

You guys already
know Tony.
- Ren...

This is one of
my new guys, Adrian.

- How's it going?
- Good, you?

- Jerry told me
about the situation.
I wanted to help out.

- I know you.

Used to run a business
with Troy, a side hustle,
back in the day.

- Yeah, I know Troy.

He used to
look out for me,

paid a lot of money on the side
with Hector and Reuben.

It's been a long time
since I've seen those guys.

Last I heard,
Troy had to leave town,

had a death wish
on his back

with some guys from
the Southside of the city.

- That does not
surprise me one bit.

- Yeah, well, he wasn't
the smartest guy,

if you know what I mean?
- Yeah.

- He owed a lot of people
a lot of money.

There's only so much time

where people can
take that bullshit.

Anyways...

- Well, Ren, I got something
you might want to check out.

- Damn.

Y'all fucked him up.

- We found him
by himself at his usual bar,

picked him up
not too far from there.

- I see you guys
tuned him up pretty good,

just like the other guy,

- Yeah, pretty much.

- Anyone see you
tune this guy up?

- Nope.

It went real clean.

One punch, one knock out,

picked him up,
threw him in the trunk.

Real smooth.

- Well,
we'll take it from here.

Thanks for
all your work, man.

Anything we can
do to repay you?
- No, no, we're good.

Like I said before,
I'm just scoring things

up with Ren.
- Well, thanks, man.

- Hey, yeah.

Hey, look,
before I go though,

you guys sure you
don't want any help

questioning little Diego, here?

I, uh, kind of miss
doing that kind of work.

- We got it.
- And if you need us
for anything,

you know how to reach us.

- Yeah, yeah,
no problem.
Will do.

Well, he's all yours.

- All right, boys, have fun
with that piece of shit.

- I'm gonna grab his arms.
You grab his legs.

- Yeah.

- Take him out.

- Come on.

- Hey!

What's going on, bro?

Which of you fucks
killed my little brother?

Yeah, sorry, you see
we were the other guys

from the Westland Bank downtown,

and then you guys show up
and you fucking shot at us!

- You see we need answers.

So are you gonna tell me
what I want to know

or are you gonna be like
your bitch friend in there and
tell me fucking nothing?

- That shit's funny,

- He ain't gonna talk either.

- I got something for him.

- Get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me!
- It's going down.

- You first...
- Mm-

- ...Him second...
- Mm-

- ...and bitch last.
- Mm-

Get off me!

- You gonna talk now?

- No.

I know you got more.

- More?
- That's it.

- Stop.

Hold him down.

- Bandage him up
so he doesn't bleed out.

- Yeah, that's good.

All right, so what
are you thinking,

You want to give him
a minute to think it over

and then come back in
and finish him off?
- Yeah.

- Gage! Gage!

Let's get this other
fucking guy.

- Ren doesn't want
to give you the money.

Him and his brother
Jesse said

they never got the money,
which I know is a lie.

- When did you see them?
- I already told you.

They didn't want to
hand over the money
when I asked them,

and said they never
got the money.

- Did they say anything
about Cyrus?

- Yeah.

Ren did over the phone
before I went there.

You know, I never saw
Cyrus while I was there,

but I know they have him
somewhere in the warehouse.

At least that is
what Ren told me
on the phone.

- So they do
know about him.
- Yeah, they know.

I told them,
and I told them that
they are fucking crazy.

They know
where he's from.

- Well, I don't
give a shit about Cyrus,
Diego, and their crew.

The money is my concern.

I know.
That is why I went
there for you.

- What else did Ren say
about the job?

- Nothing really...

More than what
he told me on the phone.

He said that when they
went there to do the job,

and were grabbing the money,

Cyrus and the two guys
you hired came in the back.

Then they start
shooting at Ren, Jesse,
and the rest of them.

His brother was killed

and they never
walked out with the money.

Cyrus and the two
other guys were guilty of it.

That's it.

- Well, I know they
grabbed the money.

Ren's not that dumb.

If I have to go
to his warehouse myself

and get my money,
that's what I'm gonna do.

Or just get someone
else to do it.

- Like who?

- I have someone in mind.

I'll just give Ren
and his boys a few days.

- Good.

- Hey, wake up.

Wake up!

Fuck.

Man, how long
you been here?

- A few days.

- Wow, man, what the fuck
did they do to you?

- Heh, what does
it look like?

- Where'd they find you?

- At my house.
And you?

- Pulled up in this
piece of shit ass car,

hopped out, starting
whooping my ass.

It was an Asian guy
and two others.

Not these guys.

It's the last thing
I remember.

- Yeah, same here.

So, I take it these guys
are the motherfuckers

we got into it
with at the bank.

- Yeah, that's them.

At the bank,
they had masks on,

but the guy we shot
was their brother.

- Really?

Well, fuck 'em.

They should all be dead,

along with their
punk-ass brother.

- That's what I'm saying.

It was a fair fight.

It ain't like they
didn't all shoot back.

- Yeah, but fuck 'em.

Next time,
they better kill me.

Check it out, though.

I got two.

- My man.
Shit.

- Look, the next time

they try to come here
and do some shit,

I'll shank one,

you hit the other,

and I'll take care
of the third.

- Yeah, man, we got
to get out of here.

- Fuck!

We should have
taken them out

when we had a chance
at the bank.

- I know, right?

The one guy,
the buffer one with the
Pee-Wee Herman haircut,

he's the head of the pack.

The other two are
just his little bitches.

- So take him out first.
- I got you, I know.

- Damn, man.

When we were in the bank,

why didn't we grab
the money, though? Fuck!

- I know it.

See, but look.
These guys have some
motherfucking heat.

All we had was some
pistols that your boy gave us.

- Think about it.

We would've been rich

and left the city,

and Fredrick
wouldn't have got shit.

- Look, see, everything
was going good with the plan,

then all of a sudden

two others come
from the back of the bank

and we had to get
the fuck out of there.

- We did it right.

We went in right
after they did,

through the front,
which we thought was best,

catch 'em off guard
while they're doing their thing.

There's an emergency exit
on the side too,

but I hear it's hard
to break through.

- No, see, you were right.

The front entrance
was the best, like you said.

- They never expected
us coming in like that,
blasting shit.

- The money, though.

We didn't get anything.

- It's whatever.

See, something's up.
Fredrick never told me

there was gonna
be four of 'em.

He just told me
some guys were
hitting a bank.

- It ain't like
we haven't been shot at
by four guys before.

- Yeah, I know,
but it's always good

to have a heads up.
- Either way,

we didn't get shot
and they did.

- True.

- So what are
they paying you?

- What are they paying me?

Look, man, we have
our own agreement.

I owed them some favors

for some things they
did for me in the past,

but why?

- Well, I can pay you double
what they're paying you.

I'm sure they're
paying you something.

- Look, they're not paying me.

Like I said,
I owe them a favor.

Is this why you
called me in here?

- No, Ive heard a lot
of good things about you
from other people.

I think we can work
with each other on this one.

- How did you find out
about the guys I contracted

for Ren's bank job?

- I have my ways.

- How did you meet
Ren and his crew?

I know you mentioned
that you owed 'em a favor,

but how'd you guys meet?

- Jesus Christ.

Listen.

I met 'em a few years ago

through mutual acquaintances.

Done a few jobs
with him and his crew,

a couple business deals
off and on.

We basically have
a business relationship.

- So you feel close to him
as a business associate.

- Close? Did I say that?

Hey, listen, man.

What exactly do you
want me to do for you?

You mentioned something
vaguely over the phone,

but, uh...

I'm gonna need more details,

otherwise you're just
wasting my time.

- What do I want?
- Yeah, that's what I said.

- What I want is for you
to go to Ren's place

and get my money.

I'd do it myself, man,

but, uh, you have
a special relationship with him.

it'd be a lot easier
if you do it.

Plus, you'd have
a better idea

where he's stashing it at.

- I see.

So you want me to do
all the work in this situation

while you sit
there and watch.

- Yeah, watch you make
a couple million bucks.

- You think
I can just go in there
and make the demand?

You think he's just
gonna hand over the money?

- I expect you to do some
of your investigative skills,

find my money,
and bring it back to me.

You and I know
that Ren's not gonna
give me any answers

if I call him myself.

- Look, he's not gonna
give me any either.

- You have a better friendship,
business relationship,

or whatever you
want to call it.

You know him better...

and he trusts you
on a certain level
from what I hear.

- Who told you that?

- Look, man.

I will pay you double
of what they're paying you.

Or give you 30 percent
of the bank money.

That's 30 percent of
$10 million, man.

Do the math.

Do we have
a deal or not?

- Hey, listen,
I'll think about it.

Thanks for the drink.

- All right.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Hey, guys,
my car's battery's out

about a mile up the road
and my phone's out too,

so will you help me out
with some jumper cables?

- Yeah, maybe.

Motherfucker, Lance.

- Yeah?
- Gage Teller from
Temple Street, baby.

- Shit!

Buddy!

- What's up, man?
- Gage, man.

- What's up?
- I hardly recognized you
in the dark.

- Same here, man,
I almost fucking stabbed you.
- Shit.

This is my business
colleague, Ren, man.

- Hey, Lance.
- What's up?

- What's been going on, man?
What's up with you?

- Same old just,
you know, working,

taking care of
my girl and the kids.

- Kids?
- Yeah, kids.

- Lance has kids?
- Lance has two kids.

We just had our
second one like last week.

- Cool, man,
that's good to hear.

Same girl?
- Same girl next spring.

- Okay.
Can I get an invite?

- Are you kidding?
Of course, yeah.

- All right, I'll be there, man.

- What-- what about you guys?
- You know,

we're working, man,
working a little hustle,

here and there. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Like Temple Street,
that type of hustle?

Yeah, a little bit,
a little bit.

Call me a private contractor
for the banking industry.

- Nice!

Whatever that means!

Come on, man,
what are you doing?
- You know,

it's the same kind of hustle,
the same kind of shit

going on on Temple Street, man.
- Okay, yeah, man.

Just like back in the day.
- Yeah, just a little... Better.

- All right, man.
- Yeah, what about you?

- Okay, I'm cool, all right.

- Y'all got a side hustle
still or not?

- It is a car shop,
so there's opportunities
everywhere.

Business--
- Yeah. With your,
um, brother?

- Yeah, with my brother,

and he's a good
business partner.

Business is... It's booming.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Cool, man. Well, shit
You know, actually,
my car's all fucked up.

- What?
- Just a favor right here,
can I bring my car to your shop?

- Are you kidding?
Yeah, bring it by.

- Dude, this motherfucker's
always complaining about me.

My check engine light's
been on and off for
fucking 10 years, man.

So I can bring it in?
- Yeah, bring it in.

I'll take care of it personally.

- So you say your
battery's broken, right?

- Well, yeah, it's dead.
- Dead, broken, whatever, man.

You don't got jumper
cables yourself?
You're a mechanic, boy.

- Come on, man.
All my tools are at the shop.

All right, it's a dead battery.
It just needs a jump.

So are you gonna give me
the jumper cables
or you gonna bust my balls?

- No, I'm just busting
your fucking balls, man.
- Okay!

- I think I got that
shit inside, actually.
- My hero.

- What street you parked on?

- Whatever street this is.
I mean, make a right
out the parking lot,

go up a mile,
you'll run right
into my truck.

I mean, not a gas station
in the area

or anyone else
with jumper cables.

My luck, my phone's out.

I couldn't call
Triple-A or anyone.

Been getting aggravated, man.

- Right.

All right, man,
I'm gonna go check inside.

- Nice.

Okay, cool, thanks.

Yeah.

I see they got
this duffel bag.

It looks pretty heavy.

Nah, man, they don't
suspect a thing.

- So, this is just
for Fredrick, right?

This is the 25 percent cut?
- Yeah.

- 2.5 million,
- Yeah.

- That's a lot of money
for a small contribution
in my opinion.

- Well, that's because
Ren has a soft spot
for this guy for some reason.

He's just a little bit
too generous for this guy
for some reason.

- I know. I know.
- I wouldn't be giving him shit,
you know why?

Because we barely even
know this guy that well.

- Well, I guess
I'm a nice guy.

- Well, yeah, that's what I'm saying.
You're a...

- You're a nice guy.

- Yeah, too nice.

Both of my kids
could go to college
with this money, man.

- You know,
it's a funny thing,
is, um...

Me and Ren and Orion,

we had like
two million dollars on us
from this one job.

This was like five,
six years ago.

This was when
we first started out,

and we were working
with this other crew.

And at the end of the day,
we owe everybody
this other share.

And so, like, we walk away
with almost nothing.
- Mmm.

Right. Now, that...
That was my bad

because I did
recommend these guys.

But see, I was hoping
that we were gonna
get more work.

See, we didn't
really give a shit
about money back then.

- What kind of job?

- Bank job.
- Bank job.

- Bank job, yeah.
Arizona.

Yeah, I knew a guy down there
with some really good intel.

So we go down there,
we check it out and walk
through it, plan it out.

We execute it. We do it.
Everything is super good.

Except for when it
comes time to the split

because then we got
eight hands in on a
two million dollar honey pot.

Moral of that story
is that you keep it
to a minimum amount of people

as much as fucking
humanly possible.

You trust your own
and fuck everybody else.

But Ren, here...
He's got principles.

You know, Ren, here,
he's too generous.

He wants to give
everybody a good
chunk of the take.

- And what was that chunk?
Do I even want to know?

- Don't wanna know.

It was $250,000 each.

It's embarrassing.

- Yeah.

But then you got to watch out
for the six percent, right?

That you give
to the government?
- Taxes.

- Yeah, yeah. Taxes, taxes.
- Yeah, no, I'm a good citizen.

Man, I make sure to do that.

I, you know, like,
file my 1099s.
- Mm-

- Orion would've
liked that joke.

That's a bad joke,
but he would've liked that.

Um, so when... When are
we dropping this off to the guy?

- Later.

- All right, so then,
should I just go
into the other room?

I mean, are you ready for us
to take care of these guys?

Are you ready for us
to get the hell out of town?

- We wait.

- Sorry.
I didn't... I didn't hear you.

- What part?

- Because I want to know
for certain it was them.

- Okay, Ren...

These were the guys,
all right, because Jerry,

he did all of the fucking
footwork for us,

and he laid it out
for us. All right?

Now, the guy in there,
he's got a scar on his hand,

and there's not gonna be
another person in LA

that has a scar
on his hand just like that.

Now, the other...
The other guy in there,
okay, is just as guilty.

So it's time for us
to go in there
and take care of them.

I need you to forget
about the fact
that they have a couple of--

they had a couple
of fucking black ski masks on,

and it's time for us to clean up
and get the fuck out, all right?

Because I know it was them.
I know it was them!

- You know,
he's right, Ren.

I know you know
he's right!

Let's dump
these guys right now.

Why do you doubt yourself?

Where's he going?
What about the cops, man?

Or the rest of their crew?
What if they show up?

We're just sitting
here, waiting.

- Where's he going?
You pissed him off
and so he left.

- I pissed him off?
- You pissed him off.

All right, well, I...

You, you're funny.
Yeah, all right.

Well, we pissed him off.

Seriously, though,

it's time that we go in there
and we grab Cyrus and Diego

and we fucking put 'em down.

Okay?

And then we got to get
the hell out of town. Right?

- I...
Completely agree.

But you know
Ren calls the shots.

See, I do whatever
the hell I want to do

whenever the hell
I want to do it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You know what I mean?

Hey, why don't you boys
go ahead and get up?

- Come on up.

- No, whoa! Lean up against
the fucking wall, all right.

I don't want y'all
comfortable in my space.

I mean, uh...

Unless you guys are ready
to make a confession. Right?

Or do you guys want to both
continue to be a bunch
of dumb-asses? Right?

- We've been generous.
- Absolutely.

- Yeah, we've been
real generous.

- It could be worse, fellas.
You guys killed
my little brother,

so this shit could
get a lot worse.

- It could get
a lot worse.

- Hey, look, bruh...

We were at the bank,
that was us.

But, uh, I don't know
who shot your brother.

We were all shooting.

So, if you're gonna kills us,
then fucking kill us.

See, but, look,
I know you won't.

At least not without
your boyfriend
giving you the say-so.

- Look, man,
some shit's just business.

We just happened
to run into you guys

at the same time
we were gonna hit the bank.

It's just a coincidence.
- It's just a coincidence?

Like me having this
fucking gun to your head,

that's just a fucking
coincidence, right?

And this little
finger right here,
I put that shit on the trigger

and I pull back and a bullet
goes through your fucking head,

and that's just
a fucking coincidence, right?

'Cause it's just fucking
business, right?

- Hey, bro, he's right, man.

We've had that place
scoped out for a while now.

When we went in there
and seen you guys with guns,

we thought you were
gonna shot at us.

You guys seemed on edge.
We didn't mean
to kill your brother.

It was self defense.

Self defense.

Why are you lying?

Why y'all fucking around?
I don't like fucking around.

Well, who sent you?

That's all we want to know,
is who sent you.

- Look, I already told
you everything.

Nobody sent us.

- Mm-
- Yeah, but see,
I look at the two of you guys

and I just know
you're not smart enough

to be able to pull off
a fucking bank job on your own.

You know what I mean?
Like you bitches tying
your own shoes

is gonna require
a group effort, right?

Eastside, Westside,

Northside, Southside,
Bayside, fucking Disneyland.

I don't give a shit
where the fuck you're from.
You get me?

- Yeah, that's nice.
We don't give a fuck
where you're from either.

- Good, all right.
Well, we got that shit settled.

Why don't both you fucking
bitches get down on the ground?

Gage, give 'em
a little incentive.
- Mmm.

There you go. There you go.
- Both of you. There you go.

Good dogs. Good dogs.
Good dogs.

All the fucking way down,
all the way down.

Now you tell me
right the fuck now

why I don't just
fucking put a bullet
through your goddamn head

and then put one
through your fucking boyfriend's
head right afterwards?

- Shoot me, pussy!
Yeah, you ain't
gonna do shit.

- Right.
- Yeah, you ain't--

- Motherfucker!

- Mm-
- Shoot me, motherfucker!

Shoot--

- Hold this for me
for a second, please.
- No problem.

- You, look at me.
Look at me.

All right, now are you gonna
tell me what I want to know

or are you gonna
be a smart-ass like your little
fucking friend here,

You're gonna
go fucking quiet,

That's fucking good
because I'm gonna be
right the fuck back.

Yeah.

- All right, Ren.

- Ren, what's the deal,

We gonna kill these guys
and get out of town?

We're just wasting time
by chilling and waiting,
man, right?

These guys just made
a joke out of the fact
that they killed Orion. Okay?

So let's get the fucking
killing revolvers,

let's kill these guys, and let's
get the fuck out of town.

Hell, yeah. Okay!

- Fucking-A!

- Come on, bro. Get up.

- Look who it is,
the three bitches.

Y'all gonna shoot us
or what?

I mean, if y'all
gonna do it, then do it.
- Shut the fuck up, okay.

Nobody told you
to say a goddamn thing.

- Fuck you, pussy! Shoot!

- Whoever said we were gonna shoot you?
- - Yes, do it.

You can't do it.
Show me!

And you ain't gonna
do shit eith--

- How do you like that,
Now are you gonna be like
this worthless piece of shit

or are you gonna tell us
what we need to know?

Now who set us up
at the Westland Bank downtown?

- Fuck you.

- What the fuck was that?

- I don't know.
Did you invite somebody?

Is it the fucking girls?

- What the fuck you doing?

- Where's the money, Ren?

- What money?

You know what I'm talking about.
Don't play dumb with me.

- Jerry, are you
losing your mind, man?
We're all friends here.

- Shut up, Jessie.
I'm talking to Ren.

This is between me and him.

- Who you working for?
- Who am I working for?

I work for myself,
motherfucker!

Where's the money
from the goddamn bank?

- It's not yours.
You're not gonna get any of it.

You're not even gonna see
a fucking dollar of it, Jerry.

- Didn't I tell you
to shut the fuck up?

Look, Jerry, I don't know what's
going on with you, but I got
a couple of good ideas.

Right now, you've got
a gun on him and I've got
a fucking gun on you,

so unless you want to get hurt,
you better put your
fucking gun down!

- You know what?

I don't really give a fuck.

- It was Fredrick... He sent me.

He wanted his money.

I couldn't say no, man.

He offered me three mil.

Sorry.

It's just business, man.

Just business.

- Looking for someone?

- Yeah.

- What up, kid?

I knew you were smart
enough to come deliver
my fair share of the money.

After all, you owe me.

Where's your strap?

You're just trying
to shoot me or what?

And here I thought Jerry
and those two fucking idiots

would've taken care
of what I wanted.
I guess not.

Knowing you,
my guess is that
they're all dead, aren't they?

Some people
never change, man.

Well, you better lighten up
because you're in my house now,
motherfucker!

- You've taken
this shit too far.

- Nah, man, you've
taken this shit too far.

Who did you come with?

You don't want
to answer my questions,

I want what's
in the bag, man.

Open it!

Put the stacks of cash
on the couch, man.

One by one,
motherfucker.

Fuck yeah.