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- You sure
did pick a good time

to be wondering in the
middle of the night, lady.

Hey, can you hear
me? I can't help you.

All I can do is get you to
the nearest station, okay?

Hey, what's your name?
I'll call you Birdie.

- Spider

- Spider? What does
that mean, spider?

- I don't
know how to explain it.

I mean,

from the time I wake up until
the time that I go to sleep.

It's just

the same thing day
in and day out.

I really feel like no
matter how hard I try,

nothing's gonna happen.

- Keep the calls short.

The longer you speak,
the more money we lose.

We lose money, we lose the
amount of workers we have.

Worker means you.

I don't want to see all loosey
goosey with the clients.

They're not your friends,
they're your paycheck.

- I just, I feel like
there's something missing.

Have you ever just wanted
to be someone else?

- With my job,
I'm someone new every night.

Last night, I was a
nurse, a French maid,

and a German housekeeper.

- There's
a difference?

- There's
a difference.

Either way, you mentioned
wanting to become someone else.

Maybe it's time you try it.

- Okay. That's a great idea.

How about, I just call
up Angelina Jolie or,

I don't know,
Jennifer Lopez and see

if they want to trade
lives for a day.

- I'm serious.

- That right there
is what scares me.

The fact that you're serious.

- Look, do you
want me to help you or not?

- Do I have much of a choice?

- Doesn't matter.

Because I'm gonna help you
whether you like it or not.

Meet me in one hour.

- Okay.

- So this is just
up your alley, man.

You're gonna like it.

- Let me see.

- We have to do this gig.

- You took these pictures?

- I acquired them.

- Acquired them.

I like it.

- You like it a lot.

You like it a lot, and
it's gonna be a big fish.

- So you got a driver for this?

We need someone we can trust.

- I've got a driver.

- Who?
Jackie-D's crazy ass?

- Never again.

- So who you got?

- What the fuck, man? You
gonna serenade me to death?

- Lucas fucking Parker.

- Long time, man.

- I'll say. You weren't so
gray last time I saw you.

- It's my retired
look. I've earned it.

- Yeah, I should have
clocked you with that.

I got a doorbell.
You know that, right?

- Yeah well, with a shitty lock.

Living upstate has made you
soft. You got any pastrami?

- Man.

- Look, I was gonna one,
but you don't have anything.

What's up, man?

Been back for three months
and you can't stop by?

I mean, I've got to find out

that you're in town
through our aunt?

- Been busy, you know?

- Yeah. Hey man, I know how
it is. But I forgive you.

- Whatever.

So, what's all this
retirement stuff about?

- I hit a big one, whoo.

I'm leaving this town,
baby, starting over.

- I didn't
think that there was

any score big enough for you.

- Oh hell yeah, this one
was. I hooked up with Biggie.

Yeah, you used to be his
boy. You know how it can get.

- Yeah.

Well whatever, I'm glad you're

getting out before
it catches up to you.

How's Billy doing?

- You know what? That's funny.

I was getting ready
to mention him.

I spoke to him on
the way over here.

- Yeah? How he's
doing? Is he surviving?

- He's doing good, man.
You'd be surprised.

He's come a long way from
picking old ladies' purses.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, he's starting
to do his own thing.

Actually, he's got a
thing coming up tonight.

- His own thing?

- Yeah, yeah. He's
got his own thing.

And uh he's got a couple
of guys working with him.

- He's building
his own crew now?

- Oh yeah, yeah. He's
working with Biggie.

- See now why would
he do a stupid thing

like hook up with Biggie?

- 'Cause, we gotta eat.

Not everybody got a ticket
out of here like you did.

- Yeah well,
look where I am now.

- You'll be on your
feet in no time.

Hey like,

what are you doing
for cash nowadays?

- Fuck you, Lucas.

- What?

- Don't you fucking
look at me with that

I'm not up to anything look,

because that's the same
fucking look you gave me

the first time you
offered me a job.

- I did? Really?

All right man, I'm sorry man.

You got me, man. My bad.

- So?

- Look man, it's a small job.

Five guys, max. That's it.

- Five guys?

- Yeah.

- One guy is a small job. Five
guys is a 10 year stretch.

- Nah, I mean I get that.
But look, it's for Billy.

- The guy who used
to run his mouth off,

and I'd have to beat
guys up for him?

- Look, he's not the same guy.

Things have changed
since you've left.

Billy's like a,
like a mastermind.

- A mastermind?

Now I'm definitely not doing it.

And you shouldn't
be doing it either.

Look if you guys want to get
back together like old times,

we can go out to the
bars, pick up some girls.

But that heist shit, that got
old for me a long time ago.

Yeah well, you know what, man?

I've looked in your
refrigerator, and
that's some sad shit.

Ramen Noodle Soup?

I mean the shit is
not even in a can.

Look man, just do
this one small job,

and then you can buy fucking,
all the cans you fucking want.

- Lucky, I didn't spend the
past few years slaving away

to come back and end up in
jail over some stupid shit.

- Look, it's not
even about all that.

- What's it about?

- It's about Fred Potterfield.

- Who the fuck is
Fred Potterfield?

- Fred Potterfield is a man
that lives in a modest home,

but not necessarily
modest money.

Old as fuck. I mean this dude
doesn't even trust anybody.

He doesn't even trust
the bank with his money.

The problem is that he
doesn't trust anybody.

He's got surveillance cameras,
silent alarms, the works.

Here's the kicker.
His wife is dead.

But, before his wife died,
he used to buy her jewelry.

Tons and tons of jewelry.

And I'm not talking about that

K-Mart blue light
special bullshit.

I mean I'm talking about shit
that has only been touched by

indigenous South
African kid, shit.

Look, it's a two man job.
I need a two man team.

Come in through the top,

come in through the
bottom basement.

That's it, you're in and
out, split the profits.

It's like Christmas.

And the good thing, you
don't have to go in.

All you have to do is drive.

- Just drive? No lifting,
no sweeping, just drive?

- You're the fastest
driver in the city.

- You're faster.

- I'm better.

But like I said, I'm retired.

- What about Jackie-D?

- I just did a job with
Jackie-D. He's moving on.

Look, it'll be like a reunion.

After the heist, we
can go out to the club.

We can hang out
with some bitches.

Man, I've got
everything hooked up.

- What's with the bag?

- What else would I carry
with me all the time?

That's my retirement fund.

- Someone is gonna fucking
shoot you for that.

- Look, we're gonna
have a meeting at six,

go over everything, okay?

Just call me before then.

I know that you're
gonna say yes, just.

- I don't think
I should do this.

- Well, once you get your
grandmother librarian dress off,

you'll actually look
like a real girl.

- I like this dress.

- Because it keeps people out.

- Well yeah, sometimes
that's a good thing.

- Sometimes.

- Look, I'm pulling out.

I don't know how you convinced
me to do this to begin with.

- Because
you're trying to stop

your slow and steady decline

into becoming the
old pigeon lady.

- I'm not becoming
an old pigeon lady.

* I'm in a rage

* Everybody gets in
their own grave *

- Then why do you feed the
birds at the park all the time?

That bench is supposed to be
reserved for the Golden Girls.

- I'm just not
comfortable doing this.

- That's the point.

Look by the time
you get in tomorrow,

you are gonna be walking
on sunshine.

This is it.

This is it. This is
the dress for you.

Would you pay attention?

This is gonna make
you look amazing.

I knew it. This is the one. I
knew I had an eye for fashion.

All we have to find is
find some accessories,

and you're gonna be
the sexiest girl there.

This is so good.

This is going to break
you out of your shell.

- That'll be 441.50.

- For that?

- That's what the
price tag says.

- That's robbery.

- I don't mind.

* Down to the ground when
the world stops posing *

- You see, this is
what I'm talking about.

If we don't get you out soon,

you're going to become
the old crazy pigeon lady.

- You know
what? Just keep the change.

But, what?

- You snooze, you
lose. Bye bye, Birdie.

* Derrick is my name

* Give me a chance
when you want *

* Let the good

- I just embarrassed
myself to death.

- I'm not letting you
off the hook that easily.

But I did have to
make my grand exit.

- Did you see that guy in there?

- Guy? I was dress hunting.

The only thing that I saw
was silk. Why, was he hot?

- No. I mean yeah. I
don't know, I just.

There was something about him.

- Maybe you should
have gotten his number.

- Please. I already
humiliated myself already.

- I'm sure he
didn't even notice.

- Birdie!

You forgot your credit card.

You know, you might
have more luck with that

if you put it in your pocket.

- Thanks.

- All right, guys. Come on.

We're gonna be
five guys, one car.

I know, I know.

We don't have two cars. We
want to keep it low key.

So we've got one car.
We've got six minutes.

Six minutes till the
back up generator

is gonna come up again, okay?

Any questions?

- Is there any pets?

- Pets?

- Pets. You know, dogs,
cats, birds, pets.

Does the guy have any pets?

- Okay, as
of now I don't know.

I can find out within an
hour, okay? Cool. Greg?

- I don't know.

- What do you
mean, you don't know?

- You've got this one
guy talking about pets.

Doesn't seem like you've really
covered all your bases here.

- We can do this.

We've done jobs within three,

what four minutes
last time, right?

This is possible.

This is just to show you
how professional we are.

All right? Six
minutes, that's all.

You've got to be in the car
six minutes by yourself,

and then we get back
and we're out of there.

- Well? What are you doing here?

- Well, things didn't
work out up North,

so I came back home.

It happens.

- It shouldn't have.

And who got you into this? It
was fucking Lucky wasn't it?

- Lucky said he wanted to
spread some money around.

And I heard you was retired too.

- Man, who the fuck asked you?

Look, I just thought
if you know if-

- You just can't get your hand

out of the fucking cookie jar.

That's it, right?

I said you guys were gonna
give me a hear attack,

and you come back to
finish the fucking job.

Come here, you stupid
little cock sucker.

It's good to see you.
You've been all right?

It fucking pisses me off
that I'm so happy to see you.

- Why don't you buy me a drink?

- Yeah, I'll buy you a drink.

- Hey old man, I've got him.

Hey old man.

- You've got one more
fucking old man in you

before I rip your
throat out of your head.

- So you could be

"Pulp Fiction", or you
could be blue sapphire.

Or you could be the
sexiest My Little Pony.

- Juliette, are you serious?

- Yes. Oh wait, oh my God,
oh my God. Check these out.

- What the hell are those?

- Lets just say the
client likes green eyes.

Can you not look so gloomy?

- I'm just worried that-

- No, that's just it,
tonight is the night

you're supposed to
let that shit go.

Just have fun. Can you
do that for one night?

- And you're 100% certain
that all I have to do

is just show up, look pretty,
chit chat a little bit.

And then I can leave, right?

- Of course you can leave.

You need to show up,
chat, and have fun.

That's the whole point.

And yes, don't worry. I'm
not a whore, I'm a call girl.

We just make the party more fun.

So what do you say?

- Okay, fine.

- Good. 'Cause trust me.

Tonight is gonna be a night
that you never forget.

- You going on a heist, or
are you joining a blues band?

- He's saving eyes for the job.

- Yeah, and I'm saving my
ears too. So shut the fuck up.

- Jimmy, if I'm late
for my bingo game,

you are gonna be really early
for the unemployment line.

- Shit.

Hey. Hey, hey
excuse me. Hey lady.

Hey miss, are you okay?

Hey?
Can you hear me?

Hey, hey. Are you okay?

Oh, Christ.

Wait a second.

You're the girl from that store,
the one with the birdseed.

Birdie.

- Spider.

- Spider? What does
that mean, spider?

- What the fuck is going on?

- Oh shit.

- You got tagged?

- Yeah, no shit.

- Dude, what the fuck
happened to our window, Billy?

We were supposed
to have a window.

- Same thing that happened
to my arm. We got ambushed.

- I'm talking about the alarm.

One thing I know, I'm the
house looking for the loot,

the next thing I'm
standing in the middle

of a bright ass room
with my dick in my hand,

and the fucking alarm
blaring in my ear.

- I don't know.

He might have had a backup
generator or something.

It should have shown
up on my research.

- Yeah, research my ass.

Who the fuck was
in that black car?

- Could be people trying
to bump us off. It happens.

- All right, they
weren't after the money.

They were after us.

- How are you so
sure about that?

- They know what
they were doing.

They were after us,
not the fucking loot.

And more importantly, they knew

that we were alone in the
dark with no witnesses.

This was an ambush.

Jeez what are you guys,
fucking stupid? Where's Lucky?

- I've been calling him ever
since this shit hit the fan.

- Look.

Lucky told us that when
the heat comes down,

he's gonna bail, right?

So let's just lay down
for a couple of days

and wait until he contacts us.

Until then, just, just, just
watch your backs is all.

- All right, either way
we gotta ditch this car

and get the fuck out of here.

We'll figure out the rest later.

- Hey, Birdie

Birdie, you all right?

- Where am I?

- Hey, relax. It's all right,
your safe now. It's all over.

- What's all over?

Who are you?

Am I being kidnapped?

- What? No. I'm taking
you to a hospital.

- A hospital?

Why?

Am I badly hurt? What's wrong?

- Don't you remember?

- I don't know what the
hell is going on, okay.

I'm drenched.

I'm wet. Why am I wet?

- That's kinda the
million dollar question.

- You're the guy from
that department store.

- Greg.

- Right.

What happened tonight?
What exactly happened?

- I can't fill in
the blanks for you.

I just came in when

those guys in the black
car started shooting at us.

- What?

That's it, just take me home.

Take me home now.

I live in Boyle
Heights. How far are we?

- About 30 minutes away.
- Okay.

- What happened?

- I don't remember.

It's like most of
the night is missing.

- Missing?

Someone must have
slipped you something.

Do you think that
you were raped?

We've got to get you tested.

- No, it was nothing like that.

- How
can you be sure?

- It's like I blanked out after.

- After what?

- I don't know.

The next thing I
remember is, Greg.

And we're in the car
driving and he's telling me

people were shooting at us.

- What?

- Yeah, that's what I said.

- Who the fuck is Greg?

And what do you mean people
were shooting at you?

- Remember the guy at
the department store?

- Oh, Mr. Sexy Bottom?

- Yeah, him.

He said he found me

wondering down the
road half naked and,

half way out of my mind.

- Sammy,

I am so sorry.

No I am so sorry.

This is all my fault.

I mean if I knew that
it was dangerous,

I would have never would
have let you go in there.

- I know, I know you
wouldn't have. It's okay.

- I am staying here with you.

- I think that it's better if
I'm left alone a little bit.

I just,

yeah, I just need to be
alone for a little bit.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay. Come here.

I'm gonna go talk
to the agency, okay?

And see what they
can come up with.

Who knows?

I'll come check on
you later, okay?

- Greg said he might stop
by too. I mean, yeah.

- Really?

Well,

it's good that
despite all of this,

you can still get
your groove on.

- Julie?

- Just make sure that he
buys you dinner first, okay?

- It's not like that, he's just-

- It doesn't matter,
Sammy. It's okay.

Just get out of here. Get
some food. I'll do my best.

You just take care
of yourself, okay?

- Okay.

- Great.

And after dinner, give him some.

It'll brighten your day.

- So, you don't remember
anything from that night?

- Not exactly. I mean,
it comes in flashes.

- What about the faces of
the guys that are after you?

Do you remember any of that?

- Kinda.

- Kinda?

- I wasn't wearing my glasses.

I have a hard time
seeing without them, so.

- You said something that
night that stood out to me.

You said the word spider.

Does that mean anything
to you, spider?

- Spider.

I think I remember

someone wearing something
that looked like a spider.

I don't know. I mean,
maybe it was my delirium.

Yeah, I know it's crazy.

I remember how I got wet.

- Yeah, how?

- I was in the shower.

I mean that's all
I remember, so.

I was in the shower, I got wet.

- That's it?

- Yeah, I remember-

- Okay, well hey at least
it's something, right?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Now I have a serious
question for you.

It's totally personal,
so brace yourself.

What in the world were you
doing with what looked like

a quart of birdseed in
your purse the other day?

- Well, you really know how to
ask the tough ones don't you?

- Hey. I told you, I can cut
deep. Me and Oprah, baby.

- That's a little bit of a
longer story than you'd think.

- You don't get pecked to death

on your way to work,
or nothing like that?

- No, not exactly.

So what is it
exactly that you do?

- I work with my hands,
Mister Fix-it type stuff.

- People just call
you up and you

swish in like
Superman or something?

- Yeah yeah, that's a
good way of looking at it.

- Well, I think so. How
else would you look at it?

- Glorified unemployed.

Nah, I mean.

I'm joking, it's all right.

You know, it's just,

it's not my passion, that's all.

- What is your passion?

- All right.

Music. I want to make music.

- Music?

What kind of music?

- That's a harder question
to answer than you think.

- Well if you ask me, I
think that's kind of neat.

- Neat?

Okay.

Well, what about
you. What do you do?

- I work in customer service.
Telephone customer service.

- You like it?

You hate it. I can
tell you hate it.

- Well, like is definitely
a strong word to use.

Do I like the benefits,
and a steady job,

and a paycheck every two weeks?

Yeah, of course.

But do I like the micromanaging,

and customers that
act like little kids

when they can't get
their way, or told

they have to have their
veggies before their desert?

I can't exactly say I
like that part too much.

- Sounds more like wrangling
cats than a service.

- Yeah, well it's
honestly not that bad.

- So why do you hate it, then?

- How do you mean?

- I don't know, I can just.
I'm good at reading people.

It's like the other day when

I saw you in the department
store, and was like.

I don't know. It's just a
feeling I couldn't shake.

- Dang it, girl.
Answer your phone.

I checked into what
happened that night,

and no one is talking but

they get all weird
when you mention it.

Something's not right. I'm
getting a real bad feeling.

Could you come over tonight?
It doesn't feel safe.

- What the hell is
with you people,

breaking into my apartment?

- Well,

if you didn't have such
shitty fucking locks,

that wouldn't be a
problem, now would it?

And you're out of pastrami.

- Yeah, I know. You're
not gonna make me one?

- What, you don't know your
way around your own kitchen?

So, I did a little
checking around.

- Yeah?

- And you know how it
is. Nobody knows nothing.

But there's one name
that keeps coming up.

- Yeah?

- Biggie.

- Christ, how is he still alive?

- Because if anybody
tries to get to him,

they gotta contend with me.

I may be retired,

but nobody's got the balls
to go toe to toe with me.

- And you're still
protecting him why?

- I'd do the same for you.

- That's different.

- Why? Because you
took a vacation?

You make it sound
like he's the devil.

I remember when you
guys were all tight.

- Anaheim.

- Anaheim? Jesus Christ,
Greg. Really? For real?

- He burnt us, Willie.
He burnt us bad.

People died just so
he could get ahead.

Not to mention Jamie A.

You protected him for
years. He was your boss.

You retired, Biggie takes over,

and two weeks later
he ends up dead.

Shot in his office. You
think that's a coincidence?

- The kid was new.

And there was a lot of
people out after Jamie.

Biggie just dropped the ball.
That's all there is to it.

- That's not what I heard.

I heard Biggie shot him in
the middle of a conversation.

Not even an argument,

he just waited for Jamie
to let his guard down.

- He wouldn't do that.

- Look, I know that you
want to believe that.

Biggie, he's not the same kid

that Billie and I
used to roll with.

He's got dirt on his hands.

- But clean hands don't put
food on the table in this city.

That's really not
the question here.

The question here
is what a fucking

musician doing boosting houses?

- I thought I could talk Billy
out of it if I came along.

- By driving the car?

- I just thought
maybe if I came along,

I could talk to him,
get a second to-

- You shouldn't have been
there in the first place.

Now look at the shit you're in.

What happened upstate, anyway?

- Didn't work out like
I thought it would.

- I know you're not planning on

pulling jobs for the
rest of your life.

So, what exactly are
you planning on doing?

- I'm still figuring it out.

- When I was your age,
I was already married,

I had a nice girlfriend,
I had a couple of kids,

I had a good profession
boosting jewelry.

I mean you're 30 years old,

and you're still trying to
put the pieces together?

There could be something
wrong with you.

- No offense but,

things have changed a lot
since you were my age.

- Then maybe there's something
wrong with the times.

Listen, kid.

If you get a chance to get
out of here, you take it.

You don't let anyone hold
you back next time, okay?

And you don't have enough
food in your refrigerator

for a full conversation.

I just want you as far away

from this bullshit
as you can go.

- Yeah, I know.

- Of course you do.
You're a good kid.

It's not your fault

you were brought up
in this fucking city.

- Oh, so you finally
decide to knock?

What, did you get lost
on the way out, Willie?

- She's dead.

- What?

- My friend, she wanted to talk.

And I just saw her a few
hours ago and she wanted-

- Slow down, what
are you talking?

- I went over there and.
- Come sit down.

Come sit down.

- The girl you saw me with
at the department store,

I just saw her a few hours
ago, she wanted to talk.

I went over and I went inside.

And everything looked thrown
around. It was a mess.

That's when I saw her.

She was all bruised and broken.

I didn't even recognize her.

They didn't even take
anything, they just.

I kept telling her that

what she was doing would
catch up to her eventually.

But I meant some kind of STD or-

- Whoa whoa, whoa whoa whoa.

What did you mean
catch up to her?

What are you talking about?

- Juliette was a call girl.

She was talking
about some big client

that had a lot of money, and.

I guess he came over.

- Okay, look.

What did the police say?

- I don't know.

I left.

- Why did you leave?

Nevermind that. That's
not important right now.

What's important is
that you're all right.

- It's my fault.

That night you found me,

Juliette had told me that

she thought that if I went out,
and remembered to have fun.

So I went out as her. I was
supposed to be her that night.

She said that it wasn't gonna be

anything with sex, or
anything like that.

I was just gonna go to
the party, and flirt,

and be pretty, that's it.

I was supposed to be her.

And now,

now she's dead.

They came after her.

They thought that she was me.

And now they are
gonna come after me.

- Hey no, No. That's
not gonna happen.

I'm not gonna let
that happen, okay?

- Greg, what
are you gonna do about it?

- Okay, well first of all, we're
gonna figure out who it is.

Is there anything
that you can remember

about the place
that you were at?

A doorknob, a mailbox, anything?

- No.

I mean,

I still have this.

I wrote down the
address to the party.

- You sure that this is it?

- Yeah.

- You're positive?

- Why? What's going on?

- Okay, look. I gotta go take
care of something, all right?

It's probably not safe
for you to go back

to your house tonight, so
you're gonna stay here.

But I have to step
out right now.

You stay here, I'll be
back in a few hours.

- I don't want to be left alone.

- I know. But you're not gonna
be alone for that long, okay?

I have to go.

Hey Billy, it's Greg. Wake up.

We've got a big
fucking problem, man.

Hey, it's me.

I was right.

They fucking killed him.

They killed him and
they made him disappear.

Yeah, I don't know, but that's
what it seems like to me.

Look, I can't go
into that right now.

I gotta go take
care of something.

Watch your ass.

They might be after us.

- Hey we have to
get you a gun, man.

It's not gonna work out
with that flash light.

- Yeah, then I can
just shoot you.

- Hey that's pretty sad.

- Yeah, whatever, all right.

Come on, let's go.

- Hey hey, you wanted to meet.

Lets talk. We need to talk.

- Yeah, lets get out of here.

- You said you wanted to talk.

- Nah nah, lets go get
coffee or something.

- Coffee shop? We can talk here.

- I don't have anything to eat.

- Okay.

Oh hello. No wonder you
were in such a hurry, huh?

Whose this?

- Just a friend.

- Well, I'm Greg's
other friend. I'm Billy.

You know not friends
like you are, probably.

- All right, stop.
- Okay

- It was nice to
meat you, Billy.

- Yeah, nice to meet you too.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- No that's okay.

I'll see you later, okay?

Bye.
- Bye.

Not a fucking word.

- Nice.

So, what's up with the girl?

- Nothing. She just
spent the night.

- That's bullshit, man.

I saw the way you two
looked at each other.

What's up, huh? You're not
gonna tell me who she is?

- Nope.

- No? Just have
to see for myself.

- Where did you get that?

- Notary Public, fancy stuff.

Samantha Flores.

Five foot one, 110 pounds.
That's awesome, man.

That's like perfect
bouncing weight.

- You're fucked with my head.
- Gregory! Gregory!

- Give me that.

- So she lives in Boyle Heights?

That's perfect, man.

That's just like right
around the corner.

Very convenient,
man. Very convenient.

- Yep.

- Are you gonna ride your
bike to her place, or what?

- I don't know, Billy.
I don't trust them.

- You don't trust who?

- Mikey and John.

I mean where did you
find these guys, anyway?

- Don't start on them.
They're my guys, okay?

They had my back all those
years when you were not here.

- All right, I'm just saying.
They give me a bad feeling.

- This whole thing is giving
me a bad feeling, okay?

Lets just deal with this.

So, where are we going, anyway?

- Jackie-D's.

- Jackie-D? He's just a driver.

- No, he's the driver.

Somebody chased me down a dark,

winding road at
almost 100 an hour.

The only person that
can do that is Jackie.

We can find Jackie, we can
start getting some answers.

- Okay, okay.

I'm going in first.

- I can handle it.

- You can handle?

When was the last time
you even held a gun?

And even when you did,
you never shot anybody.

- And you have?

- I'm not letting
you go in first.

You need backup, man.

I can call my guys.

- What? Who, Mikey and John?

- Yeah.
- No, look.

Our objective is
to get in there,

and to get some
answers from this guy,

not to beat him to a pulp.

- But you're not
getting in first.

So you just want to get into
the door, John Rambo style?

- No.

We should knock on the door,

and have a decent
conversation about this.

- Stay here, man.

- Where'd he hit you,
man? Where'd he hit you?

- He didn't get me.

He didn't get me.
He drew on me, man.

- Why the hell are you
on the ground, then?

- Asthma.

Fuck you, man.

- Come on, we gotta
get out of here.

- You want to get his gun?

- No, come on.

- What's up, Mike?

- What's up?

You look like you've seen
a ghost. What's going on?

- We got a problem,
man. We have to talk.

Greg is gonna get us killed.

- What the hell are
you talking about?

- I just have this
weird feeling, dude.

There's been a lot
of stuff happening.

- You're like clockwork.

Figured you were
running late, so.

What the hell was that about?

- I'll tell you later.

Things are getting
out of hand, man.

- Yeah, no shit.

- Greg is targeting Biggie.

- What do you mean Greg
is targeting Biggie?

- Greg and I walk
into Jackster's.

- Keep your voice down.

- Do you remember Tokey?
- Yeah.

- Biggie's drug mule?

- Keep your fucking voice down.

- But you know him, right?

- Yeah, I know Tokey.

- So check this out.

Greg and I goes to Jackster's.

Greg shakes down Tokey, takes
Biggie's drugs from him.

And then he tells
him to tell Biggie

that if he wants his stuff back,

he has to come and get them.

- What the fuck
would he do that for?

- Greg told me oh,

it had something to do
with Tokey's tattoo.

You know that big tattoo,
the spider tattoo he has?

- What does that have
to do with anything?

- I have no idea.

So I think Greg is
holding something

close to his chest that
he's not telling me about.

And it's driving me nuts.

- I know the feeling. I feel
like I'm getting tailed.

I'm telling you, I can feel
the rope getting tighter.

- And now to make
things more interesting.

Well, guess what?

This morning, I walk
over to Greg's place.

And he tells me
about, you know Lucky.

And, I see this woman there
that I've never seen before.

- Woman? Who the hell is she?

- I don't know, but you just
bought her a cup of coffee.

Well that's something
to think about, huh?

- I'm sure you're
aware your attendance

these past few days
has been atrocious.

- Yes ma'am.

I've had some issues but,

I've got them worked out now.

- I'm glad to hear it.

I'd hate to add unemployment
to your list of problems.

Just make sure that your
call times are shorter.

- Hey.

- You got here faster
than I thought.

- This isn't how I
like to have a reunion.

Hey, hey hey hey.

I believe you've got
something of mine.

Man oh man.

You're lucky the old
man likes you so much.

That should have been
a bullet to your head.

- What? You mean like the
same way you popped Lucky?

- Is that you trying
to get a confession?

Wow.

It's nice to know that
after all these years,

your balls haven't shrunk any.

So you wanted to see me?

- Yeah.

- You got me. Now why am I here?

- I don't want to be looking
over my shoulder my whole life.

I want to settle this.

- Well well, I can't say I had
anything to do with anything.

But I like this
settling things bit.

- Well, what do you think?

You popped Lucky.

- Lucky fucked me over.

But you got to remember
why he was called Lucky.

He's got a lot of
enemies, Gregy.

- Yeah, but not like you.

- That's right, not like me.

- So, if it wasn't you then
who else would it have been?

- Sorry, wait.

Is that you trying to
get me to say something?

I mean I don't get
it. What is it?

- You wouldn't be here if
you didn't want something.

- You know me too well.

I'm here

because you owe me a
rather large sum of money.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

- That bag Lucky lifted.

A large part of that
money belongs to me.

- That's between you and Lucky.

- Lucky owes me.

You're Lucky's boy, right?
That means you owe me.

And I want it back,
with interest.

I don't have that kind of money.

- Yeah.

I saw your fridge.

You're gonna redo the safe job.

- How the fuck do about-

- You're
all just fuck ups.

You owe me that.

- Mother fucker. We
were working for you.

- That's right.

You're working for me now.

- Yeah, and what if I say no?

- I want that money at
the end of the week.

- And what about Billy?

- What about Billy?

- We do this job and
he's out. He's done.

- There's people out
there trying to kill you.

You understand?

You don't have any leverage.

Now take my advice,
my friendly advice.

- What happened to you, man?

- I woke up.

Maybe you should look into it.

- I like to nap.

- Whatever, man.

It's a deal?

- I'm not gonna do it.

- You should stop
trying to play hard ass,

because we both know you're not.

Oh by the way, I
bought you pastrami.

That's just sad.

- So let me understand this.

You want us to rob the same
place that we just got ambushed?

Are you out of your ever
fucking, loving mind?

- Hey, even I have to admit.

Going to Mr. OCD Security's
place in the middle of the night

just with you,
that's just stupid.

Well you don't have a lot of
fucking options, do you Billy?

Besides, you guys said this
a fucking pushover job.

As long as no one tries to
kill us, we're gonna be okay.

- That's a pretty big what if.

- Well, it's a what
if that we would

have to deal with anyway, right?

- Well, as long as you
don't leave me in the dark,

I guess I'm fine with it.

- I don't think
that you're gonna

have to worry about
that too much.

- Why is that?

- Because we're gonna
rob him in broad daylight.

- You gotta be shitting me.

- That's not gonna work, man.
Broad daylight? What the fuck?

- It's the only way

that we can make sure that
no one's trying to ambush us.

- Look, let me talk to Biggie.

Maybe Biggie will do
us a solid on this.

- Yeah.

- Willie no offense, but
you know better than I do,

Biggie's not in
the favor business.

- All right, man.

Hey, you want to heist
a house for brunch.

I'll call John and Mikey,
and the rest of my crew, man.

We can pull this off.

- No, no. No one else.

- Hey, I know I'm repeating
myself here, but we need backup.

- Greg, Greg, I'm
getting too old

for this fucking showdown shit.

- There's not
gonna be a showdown.

We're gonna do this
smart, two cars.

You take the surveillance.
Willy, you take the safe.

You guys are gonna be in and
out before this guy gets back.

It's broad daylight.

I'm gonna have the opportunity
to survey the entire area.

At the first sight of
any trouble, we split.

- So, now you're
talking two cars.

- That's right.

- Well, I'm filling the
second one with my old crew.

Because I'm not going in there
and winding up with my thumb

up my ass, and my hand
full of fucking jewelry.

- Yeah hey jewelry, man.

There's a lot of valuable
shit besides cash

we need to carry, we need
fucking bags, we need-

- Hey, Billy?
- Yeah?

- Are you fucking
paying attention?

This is our one get
out of death free card.

- All right.
- Okay?

- Lets not fuck it up
by trying to get some jewelry.

I'd rather stay off the
bottom of the Pacific.

- All right.
- I don't swim good.

- So, I figure since he's
forcing us to do this job.

If something happens,
we can give him a call,

and he'll send over the calvary.

Right?

- Willie?

- You can't reach
Biggie during a heist.

- But what if it's an emergency?

- Look.

You got fuck all.

Biggie's not gonna
pick up the phone

in the middle of a heist.

He sits in his office,
he has a bottle of wine,

and waits to the
heat blows over.

You got jack shit.

- Well, ain't this a fine
fucking plate of bullshit.

- Yeah well, whatever it is,

it's our only option, so
we better get cracking.

- What are you doing
here this time of night?

- Look, I have a lot of
stuff going on right now.

I don't want to get you
caught up in it, so lets just.

- We've been coming to
the same watering hole

for months now, so we're
practically family.

- I just had one of the best
nights of my life tonight.

- That's a good thing.

- And after it was over,

I had a momentary
laps of memory and,

I tried to call my
friend Juliette to
tell her all about it.

- Juliette's the
one with the pants?

- Yeah.

She's dead.

- I'm,

I'm sorry.

How, how are you taking it?

- As one would expect.

And I know who killed her.

- What did the police say?

- There's nothing to
talk about with this.

- You said you know
who killed her.

- It's locked in my memory.

I don't remember
anything from that night.

So I sit here and
I jot, and jot,

and jot trying to
remember anything.

But nothing comes up.

It's just, it's like

it belongs to a crazy
person or something.

- Can I look at?

- Why? There's no point.

- Let me see it. You mind?

What is the spider?

- That's the problem.

I don't know.

Everything just
comes up in flashes.

Black hat, green bag,

blood.

- Wasn't your fault.

- Juliette was always there
for me when I needed someone.

And the one time that she
needed me, I wasn't there.

And if I could just remember
this one thing in my life,

she would probably still
be alive right now.

- Sam,

don't do that.

- I know.

I've got to go. I'm sorry.

- I'll walk with you.

- Okay.

- So if you lost your memory,

what's the last thing
that you remember?

- Juliette hugging me.

I don't want to talk
about it, I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

You said that tonight
was a good night.

What made it so special?

- You ever meet somebody,

and without saying a
word you felt something?

- Once.

Tell me about him.

- You don't want
to hear about him.

- I wouldn't have asked,
if I didn't want to hear.

Come on, tell me.

- Okay, fine.

I'll tell you this
one thing about him.

He told me how he got
this tattoo on his hand,

and his friend has one too.

When they were kids, his friend
always got picked on a lot.

And he would always come in and

kick ass, and
defend him I guess.

- Sounds like a good friend.

- Yeah.

So before he left town,
they got the same tattoo.

This is my place.

You know what the tattoo meant?

- What?

- Brother.

Thanks for walking me home.
I really appreciate it.

- Of course.

- I'm sorry I,

I'm sorry I was a little
bit melodramatic tonight.

- Don't be silly.
You kept me company.

- Good night, Mike.

- Good night.

Hey, Sam?

Sam?

Hey look, I know we've
only known each other

for a couple of months now but,

I want you to know
that I'm here for you.

- Thanks Mike, but it's late.

- No wait, hey I just
want to let you know

that I'm lucky to have met you.

You're a good person,
and I do care.

I don't want you to get hurt.

- Mike, I know you mean well.

But I don't think that
it's a good time right now.

- Then, when would
be a good time?

- I don't know.

- Look, I'm not asking for you

to fall in love with me
or anything, all right.

I'm just asking you to
trust me. Can you do that?

Can you do that?

- Yes.

Are you good?

Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Come on, we're getting the
fuck out of here. Get up.

Are you okay?

- No, Mike. I'm far from okay.

- You looked like you
knew who the guy was.

- He was following me. I
thought that I was paranoid.

I don't know!

- Was the guy with
the tattoo with you

the night that you
witnessed the murder?

- Yes. He was the one
who saved my life.

- Jesus fucking.

- I never told you anything.

Mike, were you following me?

- No, I wasn't following you.
You looked like you were-

- Don't like to me.
What is going on?

- I have no idea what's
going on. The fuck, I-

- Yes you do.

- Sam.

- Where
are you taking me?

- Somewhere safe.

- Greg.

I need to see Greg.
Take me to him.

- Are you sure that you
can trust him right now?

- Right now, he's the
only one I can trust.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Are you okay?

- Tell me everything that
happened, beginning to end.

- I remember walking
in the house and,

as soon as I got there,
the guy got really frisky.

And I just got really

scared, and I pushed him
off, and he got really angry.

And the next thing I remember,
I was in the bathroom,

and there is blood
everywhere and, I remember

picking up a gun and
shooting over and over again.

- There's gotta
be something else,

something that you overlooked.

- But that's all I remember.

I mean, besides the
spider and the green bag.

- The bag. What
happened to the bag?

What did you do with the bag?

- What are you talking about?

- You just said that
there was a bag.

What did you do with it?

I just told you everything
that I can remember, Greg.

Why are you talking
to me like this?

I don't like your
tone right now.

- Because it doesn't
make any sense, Samantha.

- What doesn't make any sense?

- The whole thing! You, me,
the whole fucking thing!

- Look, I told you everything
that I can remember.

And you,

for all I know, I could
have been raped by that guy.

- He didn't rape you.

- How do you even know that?

- Because I knew him.

Because I knew him, that's how.

He wouldn't do that.

- You knew this entire time?

No wonder when I gave
you that address,

you ran out of there
like a bat out of hell.

I thought that you were
trying to help me, Greg.

- Are you kidding? That's all
that I've been trying to do.

- I don't want to hear it.

How do I believe anything

that comes out of your
mouth at this point?

What were you even doing there
that night to begin with?

- If I can explain that-

- No, I don't want to hear it.

It will just be another
line of bullshit

from you at this point.

Were those guys even after me?

Birdie, look.

- My goddamned name is Samantha.

- Maybe if you'd step outside

of your own self pity
for five seconds,

you'd see that not
everybody's out to get you.

All right?

You're not the only one
that's lost somebody.

I mean I'm hurting here.

I'm fucking.

- How did you get this?

- That's a long story.

- I've got time.

- A long time ago, my boys
and I, we were stupid.

Wanted to be big shots,
you know kid shit.

Trusted the wrong people,

listened to this guy
sell us on this job that

was supposed to take
us to the next level.

Bit off more than we could chew.

I got shot. A couple of guys
didn't even make it back.

I moved on after that but
apparently no one else did.

They're still doing
the same stupid shit.

- I have money from my old job.

We can leave here, me and you.

- No, that wouldn't work.

- Why not?

- Because I was the only
one to leave last time.

It can't be like that
again. It just can't.

- It doesn't matter
what happens,

just as long as
we're together, okay?

- I don't want you mixed
up in this, Birdie.

- You already broke your
promise with that one.

I wonder what happened
with that bag, anyway.

- Yeah.

- Who took it, do you think?

- Well it wasn't Biggie.

And Jackie's dead
so, he can't have it.

And I have no idea
who's after us.

- The people that
killed Juliette,

they had torn her place up,

like they were
looking for something.

And messed my place
up too. I don't know.

- Yeah.

Holy shit, yeah.

I gotta call Billy.

Hey Billy, it's me.

Hey look, we don't
have to do the job.

I know where the money is.

- Hey, hey hey. Slow down,
slow down. Where are you?

- I can't explain
that right now.

Look, I need you to
get down to the hotel

on Fifth and Grand, okay?

Samantha's here. I need
you to look after her.

I'll explain later.

- Greg?

Let's go.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to get that bag.

Don't worry, okay?

Billy's gonna be here. He'll
take care of you, all right?

I'll be back.

- Greg.

I know what the symbol was.
I've got more of my memory back.

The spider symbol,
it was a tattoo.

It was a Chinese
symbol just like yours.

Billy was the one that was
at the house that night.

Billy is the one that
killed your friend.

Greg, he's here.

- Hey Sammy. How you doing?

Greg sent me to check up on you.

He was talking like a madman.

Hey, you know where he is?

Yeah, it's just like
Greg to run around

like a chicken with
his head cut off.

- Yeah, just like him.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

You should have seen
him when we were kids.

What's up with you?
Why are you so nervous?

Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

- So you remember?

Fuck.

Does he know?

Does he know?

I just need to know where he is.

Where is he?

Hey.

Breathe, come on.

Breathe.

Hey hey, look at me, look at me.

Don't make this harder
on yourself, okay?

- Like what you did to Juliette?

- They just got carried away,
okay? That's what happened.

That doesn't mean that
it has to happen to you.

All I need to know
is where to find him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

Look.

Look at me, look at me.

Just tell me the place,
and save yourself.

Just save yourself.

Save yourself.

- I'm not a backstabbing
snake like you.

- You don't know what you're
fucking talking about!

You don't know what you're
fucking talking about!

Okay.

Hold on.

- Where is he?

I asked you a question.

Now, let's try that again.

Where is he?

- It was Billy.

I mean it was John on the
phone, but it was Billy.

- Who would thought that
that prick had it in him?

You got the money?

If you got the money, maybe
I can spread it around.

I could talk to a
couple of people.

- No.

The only reason why
she's alive right now

is because I have that bag.

They need me.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Kill Biggie,
and wipe our debts clean.

- Don't even fucking
joke like that.

- Well, then I have
to do the next best thing.

I gotta get her back.

- And you expect me to believe

that you're just gonna let
Billy get away with all this?

You know this is suicide, right?

You know he's gonna have

his best guys over
there watching her?

Well, you seem to have
your mind all made up.

So why and I here?

- Because I'm
gonna need a favor.

- I hope you know
what you're doing.

You're on your own, kid.

- Jesus.

I knew they were desperate,

I didn't think that
they'd go this far.

- Where is Greg?

- You shouldn't be
worried about Greg,

you should be worried
about yourself.

- Don't hand
me that. Where is he?

- He's tying up loose ends.

- What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

- It means he's taking
care of some shit

we should have a long time ago.

He's putting an end
to this whole thing.

- Where are you going?

- To settle something on my own.

- And you won't let me
have that same chance?

- Sam, come here.

These are dangerous people.

I mean look what they've
done to you already.

How do you think
this is gonna end?

This is enough
money to get out of

this shitty city and
never look back, take it.

- I'm not leaving.

I'm sticking through
this till the end.

- Reality is, I don't
know if any one of us

is gonna make it
out of this alive.

- You don't think I
know that already?

The past few days have
been an absolute nightmare.

But I've never felt more
alive than I have now.

And Greg is part of that reason.

And not you or anybody is
gonna take that from me.

I'm going with you.

- All right.

Let's go.

- What is this?

Where's Greg?

- He couldn't make
it. I'm filling in.

- Yeah?

Well I hope that we don't run
into trouble like last time.

- Someone got Samantha.

- Son of a bitch. Was it John?

Yeah, I suppose since they
didn't get in on the action,

they're gonna try
to take it all.

What the hell is that?

- It wasn't John,
Billy. It was you.

- What the fuck are
you talking about?

- Before you grabbed
her from the hotel,

she made one last call.

She remembered who killed Lucky.

- All right, you've
got me, Mike.

Does Greg know?

- Yeah, he knows.

- And he doesn't show up?

- What the fuck
happened to you, Billy?

- My back was against the
wall. I did what I had to do.

- You had to kill Lucky?

So you fuck over your friends
for some fucking money!

So fuck you! I'm out!

- No you're not.

- You already have the money.

This just covers what I owe
Biggie. It's not enough.

- Take the bag, get the score,
leave me the fuck alone.

I'm going home.

- I can't let you do that, Mike.

We need three guys to
finish the job, not two.

I need you on this.

- No you don't.

- You drive, and
we'll let the girl go, okay?

I'll get my money and we'll
all go our separate ways.

- And if I don't?

- Then guess what.

- You'd shoot me
in the back, Billy?

- I need that money, Mike.

- I can't help you.

- Well then I'm sorry
that it has to end.

- Relax. You win.

Fuck, Billy!

- This is not on me,
Mike. This is not on me.

- Put your gun down.

- Or what, you're
gonna shoot me?

- It wouldn't be the first time.

- It's over, Billy.

Sam.

What are you doing?

- I can't.

- Samantha,
it's over. Let's go.

- How do you know he won't
come back and kill us?

- Mikey, tell her I wouldn't-
- Shut the fuck up.

- Juliette!

Look what he did to me!

- Sam, if you do this,

there's no going back.

All right, we're scum, our
hands are already dirty.

But you still have a chance

to get the fuck
out of this place.

Sammy?

Sam?

- We have to get
you to a hospital.

- I'm okay, I'm all right.

You weren't even close.

Sammy, take the bag.

Take the bag and
get out of here.

- What about you?

- You want to know where he is?

He left town with
me. He's at my place.

Go.

Make it count.

- Hey, Billy.

Fuck me.

- Well, aren't you risky?

So I take it that you
don't have my money.

I take it no one heard a
thing when you came in.

You've got everyone on
the other side of town,

chasing their own ass.

Nice.

Maybe you're not
that rusty after all.

What's that?

For revenge?

So I'm supposed to
believe now that, that

stick up kid turned rocker,

turned into a trigger
man, is that it?

So are you gonna

nurse that gun, or shoot it?

I thought so.

I'll tell you what?

Call me when you have
something to say.

Stop wasting my time.

- Sit down.

- My man.

Tell me,

tell me, tell me how.

How long it took you
in the hallway figuring

you ain't got the
balls to do that?

How's your stomach?

See most people,

they throw up the first time.

Now, I didn't.

I'm special.

- Shut the fuck up.

- I don't get you, man.

I didn't even kill Lucky.

- Yet, here we are.

Tell me something.

Is there a single
person in this town

that you haven't poisoned
in one way or another?

- It wasn't my fucking fault

that Billy didn't pay his bills.

He knew the rules.

- Right. Right, right
right, right right.

He did know the rules.

You're just a businessman.

- Just a businessman,
you're right.

- You're innocent
in all of this.

- Killing Lucky?
You're goddamned right.

- You are not in control here.

- I didn't put the
rope around their neck.

- No, you just gave
them enough rope

to hang themselves with, right?

- So that's it, huh?

That's the reason that
you're bleeding all over

my fucking expensive furniture?

Is that it?

- It's like a seed in my mind.

At first I was just happy
to be out, to be alive.

It just kept nagging
at me, these questions.

Question after
question. Why? Why?

- Is it better to kill me,
is that it? Is that it?

- If I let you
go, then I have to

look over my shoulder
for the rest of my life.

And Sam, that girl.

She doesn't deserve that.

I've already done enough damage.

- But I could let you go.

- You must be desperate.

Besides, then I'd still
have to live with the fact

that you're still
out there somewhere,

feeding off of the souls
of desperate people,

people like Lucky,
like Billy, like me.

No.

This ends today.

Because the whole time

I've been asking myself
the wrong questions.

This whole time I've been
asking myself why when I should-

who?

I should have asked myself who.

It was always you.

It was the only way.

- Greg.

If you ever come
back here again,

I have to kill you.

- When I was a little
girl, my grandmother

used to take me to the
beach almost every weekend.

And she would feed the pigeons.

And I remember I would always

close my eyes and
run through them

as hard as I could,
as fast as I could.

I always thought that if I,

if I tried hard enough, I
could fly away with them.

- Come on,
we're getting ready
to have a good time.

That's right.

Move your feet.

Come on.

* Oh yeah

* Let me see you move

* That's right

* Fill me fill me fill me

* Time to let go
time to say so *

* Won't you put it on me

* We can be the birds and bees

* We're both trees as
long as we can be free *

* Love to make you
smile and watch you *

* Hold you a little closer

* I know fill the room
let's get a broom *

* And dance in
pretty moonshine *

* Hope you're
feeling fine today *

* You know me and Courvoisier

* We could take the
good with the bad *

* It's a beautiful day

* Just let me say

* Step to the side do
the chicken slide *

* Now put your
hands in the air *

* Put your hands in the air

* Move them around like
you just don't care *

* Everybody boogaloo

* Won't you step to the
side do the chicken slide *

* Now put your
hands in the air *