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They told me,
but I had no idea.

Lulu?

It's Lola.

Well, who gives a shit?
I'm paying you to sit down?

There's no one here.

Oh, you want to be
a smart ass. Get up.

Come on, sweetheart.
Get to work. Time's money.

Get back there
and batter them calf fries.

When you're done with that,
wrap some silverware.

Plenty of work to do.

Gotta tell you goddamn kids
everything.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ.

- Is it done?
- No, it's not done.

The guy just pulled up
on a fucking horse.

- So?
- So you can't kill
a guy on a horse!

Well, is he still
on the horse?

No, he just went
inside the place.

Great. Problem solved.

Think about your kid,
do what you gotta do,

and call me when it's done.

Look, Dom, hold on.

No, Dom.
Hello? Dom?

Fuck!

Ahem.

- First day, darling?
- Yes, sir.

- What happened to Flo?
- Flo passed.

Poor Flo.

Thirteen years
been with me.

- Lulu...
- Still Lola.

Coffee for Mr. Boggs,
if you're not too busy.

Make it quick.

All right.

Okay.

Let's go. Let's go.

Thank you, ma'am.

Would it be okay
if I use the bathroom?

Some piece of tail, huh?

I think that girl
belongs to The Black Widow.

Come again?

Fuck it, fuck it,
fuck it, fuck it.

Fuck it,
fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

Can I help you?

Look, I don't want
to hurt you, Walter.

Okay?

Excuse me?

You owe Pauly Russo
a lot of money.

And you are?

Uh, um...

I work... Well,
I don't work for Pauly.

I know Dom really well,
and he works for Pauly.

Do you know Dom?
It doesn't matter.

Look, I don't want to do this.
I really don't, okay?

So if you could just pay Pauly
the money that you owe him...

If you could just do that,
everything will be cool

and no one has to get killed
or anything crazy like that,
okay?

Coffee?

He's not staying.

Okay.

What do you say, Walter?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Oh, shit.
Oh, shit!

Hey! You!

Is that guy dead?

- Would you like me to check?
- Yes, please.

- Looks pretty dead.
- Oh, shit.

- What? What shit?

You gotta come with me.
I'm really sorry
but you gotta come with me.

- What?
- You heard me.
Come on, now. Go.

Fuck. Come on.

Lola.

What'd you just say to me?
What'd you just say to me?

- My name.
- Your name?

Give me the keys.
Where the fuck...

I got the keys.
Give me your phone.

- Why?
- Because I have a gun
and I said so.

That's why. Give me
your fucking phone.
Now. Now. Now.

Why did you do that?

Stop asking me questions.
Do what you're told.

Don't move, okay?
Stay put. You hear me?

Nod your head.
Stay put. Okay?

It's not fucking funny.

Please, come on,
come on, come on.

- Are we good?
- I fucked up, Dom.

Jesus Christ, Jackie.
What did you do?

- He got away.
- How is that possible?

- You guys didn't tell me
that he'd have a gun.
- What difference does it make?

What difference does it make?
What kind of a question is that?

Guns kill people, Dom.

You see this, Jackie? This!

- This is why
I don't stand up for you.
- I'm sorry. Stand up for me?

Yeah, you come to me,
"I have a problem.
I need help."

Every fucking time,
it's an unmitigated disaster.

Fuck you. When did I
ever ask you for shit?

Twenty-five fucking years,
I ask you for something?

Yes, actually. You did.

All you had to do
is take a dive
in the second round.

What do you do?

You fucking knock the guy out
in the second round!

Okay. All right, all right.
That guy was a bum, okay?

He was a bum,
and I barely touched him.

That was very long time ago.

Jackie, I'm done
fucking with you.

Just tell me what happened.

- I think I killed the cook.
- The who?

I-I might have
accidentally mentioned
Pauly's name

to the cowboy guy
before he got away.

Jackie, where are you
right now?

Where are you
right fucking now?

Jackie? Jackie?

Fuck.

Lola?

Fuck!

Fuck. Stop! Fucking stop!

I'm not gonna fucking hit
you back, now stop!

- Fuck you!
- Stop.

Fuck you!

Fuck! Stop!

Fuck! Draw. Fucking stop!

- Okay? No more running.
- Fine.

Do you promise?

You might be the worst criminal
in the history of the sport.

- I am not a criminal.
- Clearly.

I'm not. I swear to God,
this isn't me.

I only agreed to kill
that guy Walter
because my kid's in jail.

I need the money
to get him a lawyer.

You agreed to kill someone
so that your kid
could have a lawyer?

Yeah.

Are you stupid?

- Welcome
to the jungle, motherfuckers.

You don't eat.
You don't sleep.

You can't even shit
without my permission.

I don't give a fuck
if your eyes pop out
and your face turns red.

But you don't have to worry
about that, do you...

chocolate drop?

Who'd you sell crack to?

Your sister? Your aunt?
Your baby mama?

I bet you think you and me
are the same.

Best believe
I'll bust your black ass

just as quick as I'd bust
that white bread cracker
standing next to you.

And who the fuck
are you supposed to be?

What's your fucking name?

Billy Powers.

Billy Powers...

Welcome to the jungle,
motherfucker.

What the fuck are you
telling me right now?

- I'm not really sure,
Pauly.
- Why is that?

I guess because
I'm short on information.

- You're short?
- On information, yeah.

Well, I need you
not to be, Dom.

I can't even
fucking repeat that.

I'll find out
what happened.

Well, that's good.
That's really fucking good.

- Yeah.
- This?

- Not good, Dom.
- I know that.

Well, it's good
you fucking know.
That's good.

I hope you also know
that this is on you.

This is your fucking fault.

Go. Go fucking
take care of it.

You give me fucking agita.

Sorry, was that
cook a friend of yours?

What happened?

If it's okay with you,
maybe we can skip
the pleasantries.

I've been kidnapped,
I'm walking back to the car.

Let's just leave it
at that.

You don't have
to put your hands up.
That's great.

- This is obviously
an awkward situation.
- Yes.

Well, I figured maybe if I knew
a thing or two about you,

- it wouldn't have
to be-- Right.
- It won't be awkward. Okay.

I'm Lola.
I've said that already.

I moved to Costa Rica
a few years ago to open
an acting school

because living here
reminded me of two things...

failure and trauma.
Anything else?

You, uh--

You opened
an acting school
in Costa Rica?

- It didn't work out.
- That's shocking.

I'm sorry about all this.

Okay.

Wasn't your car
right here?

Fuck, I give up.

Just fuck it all, man!
Just fucking... fuck!

Are you fucking crying?

- I'm really not a criminal.
- Yeah.

- I'm getting that.
- I'm trying to do right
by my son.

That's all I'm trying to do.

This poor fucking kid
never had a chance.

You think I'm an asshole?
You should meet his mother.

If you want to run now,
or walk, or whatever,

I'm not gonna hold it
against you,

so you can go ahead.

Well, are you
just gonna sit there?

No, I'm either
currently wanted
for murder, or I'm...

Yeah, I'm gonna be murdered
by the guys who hired me

to murder the guy
I did not murder.

So, yeah, sitting here seems--
seems like the move.

You got any better ideas?
I'll take any suggestions.

Maybe I can help you.

- Are you fucking with me?
- No, I wouldn't do that.

You're a big scary man
with a gun.

Also, pretty sure
you're out of bullets.

Why would you help me?

Maybe we can
help each other.

I should have my fucking head
examined for trusting
this idiot again.

- It's my fault.
- No, no, no, no.

It's my fault.
It was your fault
10 years ago,

when you told me he'd throw
the fucking fight.

It's my fault for listening
the second time, okay?

Fool me once,
shame on you.
Fool me twice...

It's just
that we grew up together.

He used to be a smart fuck.

- I don't know what happened.
- I just said it was my fault.

You want to get me hot?

Yeah, but you said
it was your fault
for listening to me,

which kind of makes it my fault
if you think about it.

I don't want to fucking
think about it.

That's what I'm saying,
Dom, okay?

Now you want to get me
fucking hot?

You want to get me fucking hot,
or you want to let it go?

- Fine.
- Thank you, that is fine.
Thank you.

Now tomorrow, first thing,

I want you to go and see
that fucking degenerate cowboy

and see if you can straighten
this fucking out, all right?

Who knows? Maybe it's all
for the best.

- You did the right thing.
- What?

You did the right thing,
I'm saying,

having
the guy clipped.

He owed you 100 grand
for six weeks.
You did the right thing.

Are you being
a fucking wise ass
right now?

- Are you fucking with me, Dom?
- What do you mean?

What do I mean?
What do you mean,
what the fuck do I mean?

It didn't fucking work.
It didn't work. What do you
mean, "I had him clipped"?

- I'm just saying.
- Don't say.

I don't want you
to fucking say,
all right? Do!

I don't want you
to fucking say.

In retrospect, I would like
to have my hundred stacks,

- if that's okay with you.
- I got it.

Good. Now, tomorrow
first thing,
you go out there

and you take care
of this fucking thing
with this cowboy.

Hopefully,
with some success,

and then I want you to find
that fucking cunt Jackie

and I want you
to bring him to me directly.

Are we fucking clear?

- Yeah, yeah. We're clear.
- Yeah, yeah.

What the fuck
is going on with you?

What's happening?
What's happening?

What the fuck
are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Why are you hiding?

No one knows that I work
at that fucking diner.

- I'm being fucking discreet.
- Oh, discreet!

And pertaining to the others
of concern, one's dead

and for all we know,
the other might have
killed him, okay?

- Shh!
- Just relax.
Oh, don't shush me!

This is my fucking
neighborhood, okay?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

By the way, speaking
of your fucking neighborhood,

what were you doing
working at that shithole?

- You're clearly rich.
- No, no, no.

This is my mom's house.
She's rich.

Truth be told,
her ex-husbands are rich.

- She's just lucky.
- Uh-huh.

I'm sorry, did you say
ex-husbands with an "S"?

All four of them.
Rich and dead.

They call my mom
"The Black Widow."

Oh, great.

Okay...

This is all we got,
unless you want to wear
something of mine.

My stepdad's.

The last one.

Okay, here's the deal.

We take my mom's Jag
to the hospital tomorrow.

You and I are a couple,
and we plan
on getting married

and going back
to Costa Rica.
She buys it,

and I'll give you
some of the money
for your son's lawyer,

and I get to go back
to Costa Rica and pay
my mortgage.

You gonna say anything
or are you just gonna keep
nodding your head like that?

Okay, why are we
getting married?

Because...

it's the sole condition
of my mother's will.

- I'm not killing your mother.
- I appreciate that.

- Well, what the fuck?
- I don't want you
to kill my mom.

Okay.

If we can lead her to believe
that we are getting married,

the idea would be
that she would advance me
some of the money

that I'd be getting
after she died,
but before she dies.

- I'm sorry,
but that's ridiculous.
- No, Jackie.

What's ridiculous is
that you probably killed
someone this morning,

and then you kidnapped me,
or you tried to,

and here I am offering you
a place to hide,

some clothing,
and a way to make money.

You got any better ideas,
Einstein?

Okay, look. My son's detention
hearing is in three days.

That's a day
that will basically determine

how the rest
of his life plays out.

I don't even have
the lawyer yet.

Hmm?

My mom's dying of cancer.

I don't want to get
in a pissing contest here,
but sometimes life is tough.

We're in this together now.

Well, that's nice.

Separately.

All right,
try to get some rest.

This ain't gonna be easy.
My mom's an animal.

- Where do I sleep?
- There's, like, five bedrooms.

I don't know.
Choose one.

Thank you.

Yeah, hey.
This is Raymond Chandler,
from the probation department.

I just got a call
from the D.A.'s office

about a kid
named Billy Powers,

who's awaiting trial
with you guys over there

who was processed last week,
I believe.

Anyway, apparently,
this kid's diabetic

and, uh, it wasn't listed
when he came in,

so you guys would be doing me
a big favor if you could
look out for him.

Maybe throw him
a candy bar
here and there.

It'd really, really keep us all
out of the hot seat
if you could do that.

That'd be great.
That'd be great.

I really appreciate it.
Billy Powers.

Here you go, Powers.

Thank you.

Let me know if you
need anything else, okay?

Did I interrupt the orgy?

Have a seat.

Is this all for me?

Or do you greet all
your guests like this?

No, not all of them,
just the ones that try
to have me killed.

That guy-- That guy was
just supposed to scare you.

I look scared?

Yeah, you do, actually.

This ain't me scared, boy.

This is me pissed off.

Well, whatever it is,
facts don't change.

You owe Pauly Russo 100 grand,
going on six weeks now.

If we wanted you dead,
that's what you'd be.

Well, here's
what's gonna happen.

You boys are gonna
forgive my debt now.

That's pretty fucking cute.
I'll tell you what.

Can you, uh, pour me a glass
of whatever that is
that you're drinking there?

I got a lot of ties
to the law out here.

I make a phone call,

you and your boss have
a shitload of trouble

that I promise you
you don't want.

Now you're threatening me?

That, I don't like.

I appreciate the advice.

You got a week
to come up with the bread.

And I'm sorry
about yesterday.

That guy that came
to see you, um...

he must've gone off his meds.

I don't know what else
to tell you.

Can I say something now?

It's your fucking house...

or barn, or whatever
you call this shithole.

I had every intention
of paying what I owe.

We just move a little slower
where I come from.

Now, patience
ain't your thing.

I guess I can understand that,
but you boys crossed a line.

I can't tell you how easy
it'd be for me to call the law

and tell them Pauly Russo
tried to have me killed.

So don't fucking tell me
what I will or will not do,

especially
not in my own barn.

You ain't going to the police.

The fact is,

only two people really know
what happened yesterday.

Might be somebody else knows
what happened yesterday.

Just saying.

I'll see you inbreds around.

- The answer is no, Lola.
- I don't understand you, Mom.

"How are you feeling?"
"Oh, not so good, dear."

It feels like a diseased fat man
is sitting on my lungs.

I asked and you said
you didn't want
to talk about it.

- Sometimes "no" means "yes."
- Mom, we're getting married.

- We're getting married.
- Oh, congratulations.

I'm doing what you always
wanted me to do.

Yeah, that's the problem.
You think I'm an idiot?

Don't you find it
slightly off-putting

that you show up here
out of nowhere and ask me
for money?

Now? Here in this place?

- I came here to see you.
- Oh, really?

Because I'm dying,
or because your acting career

that I told you repeatedly
over the years was a waste
of time didn't work out?

- You won. I gave that up
a long time ago.

Acting school in Guatemala.
Jesus Christ.

- Costa Rica.
- Even dumber.

I didn't come back here
to be ridiculed
for my poor life choices, Mom.

And by the way,
when was the last time
you checked in on me?

That's not my job.

A daughter calls,
a mother answers.

You know how many times
my mother called me?

Your mother tried to kill you
when you were 13.

Exactly.

You know, Mom, I don't want
to lose what I have down there.

All of our bullshit aside,
don't you want me to be happy?

I want...

crab legs.

- What?
- I don't know why.

I never had
a thing for crab.

Now I'm waking up at night
thinking about crab legs.

- Hey, Jackie.
- Hmm?

- You like stories?
- Sure.

- I've got a good one.
- Here we go.

Do you know
what they call me?

The Black Widow.

That's right.
She did tell me.

Mm.

Four dead husbands
within a year
of saying "I do."

I can only assume
I earned that title

because when the black widow
reproduces,

she often kills her mate,

but that's ridiculous
because I didn't mate
with any of them.

This one's father
got away somehow.

- Lucky, lucky.
- Now you tell me...

Is it because I kill
people when I bite?

Because when they die,
I wear black?

Or could it be that I have
a red birthmark

somewhere on
or around my vagina?

- Oh, my God.
- I'm a survivor, Jackie.

Now, interesting fact
about the female black window,

- and this is science.
- Science.

They're meant
to outlive their mates.

And why?

It's because she's focused
on what she wants.

And nobody or nothing
is gonna get in her way.

And what I want
is a cigarette.

And some crab legs.

Be a doll, Jackie.

Oh, you want me to...

- Never make a lady beg.
- Okay. Uh...

- The keys, dear?
- In the ignition.

Oh, good. Um...

I'll be back before you can
say "crab legs," okay?

- He's handsome.
- You scare people.

Kenny Walsh loves golf.

Kenny Walsh loves
a nice cup of coffee.

Kenny Walsh
loves himself some trim.

Who talks?

Money talks.

I'm Kenny Walsh...

and Kenny Walsh loves the kids.

Are you
gonna help me, Mom?

So, what do you
want me to do, Billy?

Get me out of here.

Oh, okay. Well, and how do you
expect that I do that?

Tell me. Tell me.

I don't know. I don't know,
but I'm freaking out,
I'm, uh...

I was talking to my counselor

and he was saying
I could even end up in prison--

Uh-oh! Uh-oh.

Yeah, that's not good. Yeah.

Well, maybe you should've
thought about that one

before you kidnapped
another child.

I did not fucking
kidnap anyone, Mom.
I told you.

I showed up at Chad's,
and the kid was there.

Yeah, and what did I tell you
about the last fucking time

that you hung out
with fucking Chad?

- Huh?
- You're right.

I'll never go
to Chad's ever again.

Yo, hurry up, man.
I need to make
a phone call.

One sec.
It's my girl.

- Are you gonna get me a lawyer?
- You know what?

I've been spending
every fucking day

looking for a fucking lawyer
for you, Billy.

I can't even afford to feed
myself, all right?

Yo, hurry up, man.
You didn't hear me
the first time?

- I need to make a phone call.
- Yeah. Connection.

Are you gonna come
see me tomorrow?

I'm gonna do the best
I fucking can, all right?

I'm sorry, man.
I just got off the phone.

- I told you that
two times ago.
- Yeah.

Hey, Mama. How you doing?

I think that's my last crab.

So how about that cigarette,
Jackie boy?

You know what, Mom?
Forget it.

I knew I shouldn't have
come back here.

God forbid I need
anything from anyone,
let alone my own mother.

Oh, the drama of it all!

You should've been
a thespian.

If you weren't dying,
I'd say something horrible
right now.

Yeah, well, if I wasn't dying,
maybe I'd give a shit.

- Okay, you want the truth?
- Jackie.

- That's my favorite.
- Great.

My 15-year-old son
was arrested last week

for something
he did not do.

It's a serious charge,
and he needs a lawyer.

Your daughter and I have not
known each other for very long,
okay?

But she is, without question,

the most interesting human being
I have ever met in my life.

I love her and I want
to marry her, okay?

But the truth right now,
we need that money for a lawyer

so we can get my kid
out of jail, all right?

- Well, I thank you
for your honesty.
- Thank you.

- But why don't you
just bail him out?
- There is no bail.

Uh, in the juvenile system,
there's no bail.
It's different.

I need to get him out,
like, now.

So how much
does this lawyer cost?

Uh... I'm guessing
like $25,000?

You're guessing?

I will know the second
I secure the lawyer.

Well, you do that,
and when you come back,

- I will write you a check.
- Oh, thank you.

Unless, of course,
I change my mind.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.

Wait.

Oh!

- I love you, son.
- I love you too.

I love the both of you
very much.

Oh, God.
He's a keeper.

That means a lot
coming from you.

Tsk. All right.

I'm sorry I can't give you
any money right now.

I will, however,

put up the money
for your soon-to-be stepson,

because, for some reason,

it seems like
the right thing to do

but beyond that, my instincts
are telling me otherwise.

I know we don't understand
each other, Lola.

We never did.

But if you could accept

the things that I do...

that even I can't explain...

that would be my final wish.

Can you do that?

I can try.

She's known you
for two minutes!

Crab legs,
a sappy abridged monologue,

and she's ready
to write you a check?

Do you know how many times
I've asked her for money
over the years?

- I can imagine.
- My whole life.

My whole fucking life,
she's treated me like shit.

"I'm talented, Mom.
I'm really good at what I do.

All I need is a plane ticket
to New York City,
and a little bit of cash."

Nope. Fuck off, darling.

- Look, I'm really sorry.
- What are you sorry for?
You got what you wanted.

Bravo. You should've been
the actor.

Look, you deserve better,
period, okay?
But so does my kid.

I know you're upset right now,
but I'm begging you,

please, please stick
with me on this.

I also want you to know I meant
what I said back there.

Which part?

I really gotta get
to a phone.

I'm sorry, but I gotta--
I gotta get to a phone.

What the fuck
do these people do?

She blows rich guys.

It's the girl's
mother's house.

I'm out here
all fucking day.
Nothing.

You really think Walter
is gonna go to the police?

I can't be
too fucking sure,
can I?

But what I can be 100% fucking
sure is that I don't want
to fucking find out.

My uncle back fucking home
with the RICO charges,

all I need now is to face
a fucking murder rap, okay?

So do me a fucking favor,
and find fucking Jackie

and make him understand,
make him fucking understand,

I need him to turn himself in,
and if he does that,

when he gets out
of fucking jail,

if he gets out
of fucking jail,

we're gonna take care
of him, okay?
Do that for me.

- What about the kid?
- Fuck the kid, okay?

- That ship sailed.
- What the fuck?

- Go, go, go!
- What?

- Gun it! Go straight!
- What are you doing?

Gun it! Go! Go! Go! Go!

This is a fucking bust.

I need to get back
to my fucking life.

I think I got an idea
where he might be headed next.

Now you're talking, Dom.
Now, go follow that idea
and fucking make him understand.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go up,
I'm gonna see Walter.

I'm gonna take care
of this bullshit by myself.

Careful.
That fucking hillbilly's
ready for war over there.

I'm gonna come in peace,
obviously.

- It's gonna be
fucking amazing.
- Right.

You believe this shit?
I gotta go beg
for fucking money?

I gotta go beg
for my fucking money? Anybody at
home hears about this,

they're like, "Wait,
what the fuck happened
to Pauly?"

"I don't know.
He moved out to Oklahoma
and became a cunt."

Fuck.

Jesus Christ, Taylor.
What are you,
on dial-up here?

If you don't like my shit,
then go somewhere else.

In fact, you should
just go elsewhere

and you should take
this whore with you.

- Excuse me?
- Please, Taylor?

This is a family matter.
I don't know
what you're doing here.

Call me a whore again
and see what happens.

- And who are you?
- A friend.

That's weird. Jackie
doesn't have any friends.

- Can you please, Taylor?
- You want to know why?

- I don't.
- It's because he's
a really big asshole.

- A big, gaping asshole.
- Lovely. Lovely.

- Would you like some advice?
- I definitely don't.

Well, what I think
you should do is,

you should run
and run as fast as you can.

And if you're pregnant already,
then make a left

- and go straight to the clinic.
- All right, that's enough.

I can see that your life's
shit here, and I'd rather not,

but keep it up, and I'll knock
your fucking teeth in.

- Is that a threat?
- What the fuck else
would it be?

Hey, uh, Mr. Walsh,
my-my name is Jackie Powers,
okay?

My son is Billy Powers.

He's currently at Haskell
awaiting a detention hearing,
which is in two days.

Please call me back
at your earliest convenience.

My number is 918-793-1248.

Thank you very much.

Why did you give
my number?

- Oh, my God.
- It's for your son, Taylor.

Okay.

- Ahem.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Go ahead.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck. Back door, now.

Let's go. Out, out, out.
Back door. Let's go, let's go.
Let's go. We gotta go.

- What are you talking about?
- Now, now, now.

- Listen to me. Listen to me.
- What?

- That is Dom, okay?
Please...
- Oh. What?

If you mention
that you've seen me,
Billy is fucked.

Do the right thing.
Don't fuck with me,
Taylor.

Don't fuck with me.
Do the right thing

and give me your word
you will not mention
that you've seen me.

Okay. Go.

- Get the fuck out of here.
- Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.

- Who is it?
- It's the police.

Yeah, right.

Where is he?

Who?

Come on, don't be cute.
Jackie.

I haven't seen him.

What was that?

All right,
it was him, okay?

But I really have no idea
where he was going.

Why don't I believe you?

Because you're a fucking
asshole, that's why.

All right, Taylor,
with the bullshit.

All right,
you're just gonna leave?

Yeah, I didn't come
here for that.

You know
what your problem is?

You treat me
like shit for a reason.

No, I treat you like shit
because you're an asshole

and you deserve it
most of the time.

No, you're still mad
that I chose Jackie
and not you.

Chose Jackie?

You didn't choose shit.
Look at this fucking place.

I'll tell you why
you ended up with Jackie
and not me.

It's real fucking simple.

- You made a mistake.

It's no big deal,

but don't treat me
like I'm the bad guy.

You want me to stay
and throw a fuck in you...

just tell me to stay.

Always gotta be
a fucking thing
with this one.

They were all out
of crab legs.

I just can't believe
you had a child
with that woman.

Like, on purpose.

Yeah, well,
you should've seen her
20 years ago.

Whatever. Same brain.

What?

Uh...

Do you, um...

Do you-do you...
Do you like me?

What if they don't let me in
to see your son tomorrow?

- They-- they will.
- We have
different last names.

Right. Do you know
how many kids in that place

have two parents
with the same last names?
None of them.

But what if impersonating
someone's mother to visit
is, like, a thing?

- It's not.
- How do you know, though?

Because I grew up in there.

That guy, Dom?
Him too.

We met in there
when we were 13 years old.

You see what he's doing
with his life?

There's no rehabilitation
in the juvenile system.

The place
just fucks you up,
period.

I'm gonna help you
get Billy out of there.

Ah-ha. So,
is that-that a yes,
you do like me or...?

You really want to play
this game?

An exercise?
Yeah, why not?

Okay.

- I'll play then.
- Okay.

What are you doing?

I don't
just like you, Jackie.

I love you.

The second you walked
into that greasy spoon,

my heart skipped a beat.

I knew in that moment things
were gonna change forever.

I knew the man
I was gonna spend
the rest of my days with

just walked into my life.

But then
you shot the cook.

- Pretty good, right?
- Yeah.

I told you I had talent.

That was very good.
Amazing.

Should we go inside?

Uh...

There's just one bed
in there,

so I figured I'd let you
get some sleep.

I'll just crash out here
a little bit, I guess.

- Okay, good night.
- No, I mean...

Such a fucking idiot.

Lola?

What the fuck?

"Don't worry.
Just went to get
donuts and coffee.

Love, Lola."

Thank you.

Jesus Christ.

- Hello?
- Hey,, uh,
did the lawyer call yet?

No, uh-uh, no.
It's 7:30 in the morning.
He hasn't called yet.

Okay. What happened with Dom
after I left last night?

- Oh, it wasn't bad.
- It wasn't bad?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

It means that he came in,
he asked if you were here.

- I said no, then he left.
- Come on, you bitch.
Get the address.

And I'm really tired
right now, so can you
please let me wake up?

Whatever, Taylor. Please,
just, if that lawyer calls,

let me know immediately.
It's very important, okay?

I'm at the Western Inn
on 11th. Street.

Room 129, okay?

- Okay.

Great. Thank you.

Fucking weirdo.

Things have gotten
way out of hand here, Walter.

Well,
there's something
we can agree on.

It was never my intention.

Okay. Well,
now that you mentioned it,

what exactly was
your intention?

Bottom line is, you made
some very serious bets
with me.

- You lost.
- I don't have
a problem with that.

Apparently, you do,
because I'm here
with you now.

I pay my debts.
I just needed more time.

But we're not talking
about me now, are we?

We're talking about you
and your intention.

You know...
Look, Walter,

as far as I'm concerned,

whatever that fucking jerk-off
did, he was way out of line.

It's not what I wanted, okay?
But that is no longer
my problem.

I already told you, he's
on his way to turn himself in
as we speak. Okay?

Now, I'm sure you take
some kind of fucking comfort

in knowing the jerk-off
who tried to kill you

is gonna spend the rest
of his life behind bars

eating shitty
ham sandwiches, Walter.

I'm here to work this out
with you, man, peacefully.

That's a courtesy, Walter.

Please don't mistake it
for anything else.

You know anything
about raising cattle?

I'm from Brooklyn.

It isn't
a complicated business.

I deal with them.
They belong to me.

Time comes to sell,
I let them go.

One of my steers gets sick,

or one of them just don't do
right when they land,

that's my responsibility,
and I own that.

Okay.

I've been in these parts
a long time now,

almost 40 years
doing what I do.

I got a lot of friends,
law and otherwise.

You are a guest here.

Now I understand...

you might have
your own feelings
about things, but...

whether or not
you feel responsible
for where we've landed

is unfortunately irrelevant.

I only asked as a courtesy.

Let's not mistake that
for something else.

You see...

a force has swung
the tide here.

And while I appreciate
the visit, Pauly...

I stand by my word.

I don't owe you
a goddamn thing.

You really want to take
this road with me, Walter?

You are welcome
to find out, my friend.

Hey!

Fuck!

- Here's what's
gonna happen, Jackie.

You're gonna
turn yourself in.

You're gonna confess
to killing the guy
in the diner,

and that's the end of it.

Okay. Okay.

- What about Billy?
- Stay right the fuck
where you are.

Come on.

Billy is, uh...

He's not
our problem anymore.

Okay, then no.
Get fucked.

- "No, get fucked"?
- Yeah.

- What are you,
a fucking parrot?
- Watch it, Jackie.

Oh, I'm supposed
to be scared of you now

because you got a gun?
What the fuck?

Jack, you got yourself
in this fucking situation.

I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about you,
big tough guy from Boston.

- Your first day
in Central...
- Fuck you.

...you looked like
you were gonna piss yourself.
If it wasn't for me,

you wouldn't have lasted
two seconds in that place.

You are nothing
but an errand boy, ho.

Hey, you're a punchy cocksucker.
You know what I think?

I think you got hit
one too many times

in that dopey
fucking head of yours,

- and your memory is mush.
- Oh, is that right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

You're an ungrateful
little motherfucker,
you know that?

- I ought to fuck you up
right now.
- Oh, yeah?

With or without the gun,
tough guy?

This ain't
the fucking ring, Jack.

I fucking dare you
to put that gun down.

It won't be the first time
I fucked you up.

- I'll bust your fucking hole
right now.
- All right. Let me see it.

- Come on.
- Okay, whoa, whoa,
whoa. Hold on.

Can I put
my clothes on first?

Please do.

Oh.

- Donut?
- We should
probably go, okay?

Now.

- Cool outfit.
- Thanks. Come on.

- Are you gonna wear that?
- No.

All right.
Listen...

I'd be doing this
myself, okay?

But on the off chance
I'm currently wanted
for murder,

I don't think
it's a good idea.

- Probably not.
- Look, you're not--

you're not actually
committing a crime.

No, I'm pretty sure I am.

Okay, fine, yes,
but it's like jaywalking.

It's illegal,
but people do it,
you know?

- Got it.
- You're gonna be
great, okay?

And please, do not forget
to get a copy of his files.

By law, they have
to give them to you.

- To his mother.
- To whoever. Whatever.

You get
what I'm saying, okay?

- You're an actor. Act.

- Anything else?
- No. Yes.

Tell him I love him,
and everything's
gonna be fine.

- Please.
- Okay.

Hurry up. Tell me when.

- Tonight, 7:00.
- Oh, no. Dude...

Dude, I couldn't walk
until Friday
after last Tuesday.

Yeah, she was huge.

I mean, a girl that big,
who looks like her?

She had shoulders
like John Elway.

- Hello?
- That was a big girl, T.

- What time?
- 7:00, baby. 7:00 P.M.

7:00 p.m.

I'm here-- I'm here to visit
my son, Billy Powers.

Jesus.
Hang on a sec, John.

Lola...

Brisky.
Lola Brisky.

Yeah, just visiting
my-my son.

All right.

Fill this out.

Take all your belongings
and put them in that locker.

I'm also gonna need
a copy of his files.

You'll have to talk to intake
after the visit.

She sounds hot, man.

Oh, dude, she was hot.

What the fuck was her name?

- She was smoking.
- Fuck.

Yeah. Lola Brisky.

Let me tell you
something, partner.

Kenny Walsh has represented
more juvenile cases

than anyone in this town.

Kenny Walsh is not perfect,
but...

he's pretty damn close.

Now, Kenny Walsh

spent 15 years
in the D.A.'s office.

That doesn't hurt.

No, I-I-I read that
on your site.

Just to be clear,
who are you?

I'm Kenny Walsh.

Who the fuck
do you think I am?

Great. Okay,
I was just clarifying.

I did call that number
that you left on my service
several times this morning,

but no answer.

Right.
Right, that figures.

I'm not sure what that means,

but clearly you have
some problems, or else
you wouldn't be here.

But enough about Kenny Walsh.
How can I help you?

Okay, um, uh, my son,

as I mentioned
on your service,
Billy Powers,

his detention hearing
is tomorrow, okay?

I know that that
is very short notice,

- but I assure you,
he is a good kid.
- Uh-huh.

Never been in any trouble
with the law whatsoever.

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Stop right there.
- Okay.

Kenny Walsh
is not the judge.

Good or bad, doesn't make
a difference to him.

Okay.

Let me ask you.
Who talks?

Money talks.

Ah. Yeah. Right.

- You have his case file?
- No.

But I will have
his case file

and a check for you
for $20,000
by the end of the day.

- Today?
- Today.

Kenny Walsh
will be here.

Great.

Once I get that aforementioned
in my hand,

your son will be too.

And that's a good thing.

Kenny Walsh
always gets it done.

- That's-that's very good.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Um, help yourself
with a lollipop.
- Okay.

I'm your mother, Billy.

Your father is outside,
and he says he loves you
very much.

I'm just getting your files
for the lawyer.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I'll go get your files.

I'm really scared.
Will you just talk to me?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

I didn't do anything wrong.

They'd already
kidnapped the kid
when I showed up.

I just don't belong here.

- Yeah, I believe you.

My mom...

I mean, that woman.

I haven't seen her
in two weeks. I don't--

I just-- I just don't want
to stay here.

Your dad's working on it.

Oh. Oh, great.
That's supposed
to make me feel better?

- Hey, he really loves you.
- I know he does.

- He's-- He's just...
- What?

He's just always been
such a fuck up.

I mean, you must know
that, right?

I actually think
your dad's pretty special,

but don't tell him
I said so, okay?

I won't.

By the way,
are you diabetic?

No.

Do I look fat?

This is very, very, very...

fucking embarrassing.

- You're telling me?
- Yes, Dom.

I'm fucking telling you.
You know why? Two reasons.

First, you're the only fuck
sitting in front of me,

and the other reason is,
because you're the fucking cause
of me being embarrassed.

I'll find Jackie again.

Oh, I know you're
gonna find Jackie,

and this time,
you're gonna whack him.

Come on, Pauly.
Get the fuck outta here.

Look at my fucking face.
Look at my fucking face.

I look like I'm joking
to you? Do I look like
I'm joking to you?

I should've never listened
to you in the first place

about this fucking kid
to begin with.

That's what I said to you
two days ago, and you said--

Don't fucking tell me
what I said. Don't fucking
tell me what I said.

I know what I fucking said.
I can't change my mind?

Jesus fucking Christ.
Listen to me. Listen to me.

What the fuck happened to me?

I mean, look what I'm wearing.
I'm wearing
a fucking belt buckle.

I swear on my dead mother,

I can feel my fucking ego
melting out of my-my-my asshole.

I'm telling you, Pauly.

We take care of Jackie's kid,
we get him a lawyer

- and this whole thing ends.
- No. No.

Fucking no. No. No.
Fucking no and no.

And no! And no!

You don't fucking tell me!
I fucking tell you!

You don't tell me
fucking nothing.

I'm in this fucking jam
to begin with because of you.

- Yeah. I'm clear on that now.
- Oh, good. Okay, wise ass.

Watch yourself, okay?

You want to be clear
on something else?
I'll tell you.

Nice guy
fucking Pauly is done.

I'm gonna drive out
to that cowboy cocksucker's
fucking ranch

and I am personally
gonna shoot him
in the fucking head.

But you are gonna find
that little cunt

and you're gonna
fucking shoot him

the same way I shoot
the other fucking guy.

Are we clear?

Oh, God.
How'd it go?

- You have a good kid.
- Oh, it's beautiful.

All right, we're good
on time. Let's go.

- Hopefully, she didn't
change her mind.
- Please don't say that.

Oh, Jesus.

- This fucking thing.

Okay, I'm
an excellent driver.

I'm so sorry.

She was eating crab legs.
She seemed fine.

I swear to God,
she did this on purpose.

Died?

Yeah.

Take me home.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Fine, then.
Take me to the airport.

So what, you don't think
there's a chance

that we can still
get the money?

Are you
fucking kidding me?

- It's a legitimate question.
- Hey, yeah, sure.

All we have to do
is just get married
real quick.

Okay, is that something
we can actually do?

Oh, my--
I wasn't being serious,
you fucking sociopath.

If it were that easy,
I could've married
some other asshole

- a long time ago.
- That's very nice.

You know, the people
who control the will,
they have instructions.

It takes time. It's not
like I get a chunk
the second I say "I do."

I'm just trying
to figure out
what to do, okay?

And for the record,
so you know,

- I would marry you.

I know you would.
You're a fucking sociopath.

Will you stop
calling me that?

All the shit
that you said to my mom
at the hospital

about how much
you really like me

and you want to spend
the rest of your life with me?

It takes a certain kind
of person to do some shit
like that.

Oh, okay. What about you
at the motel?

"I love you, Jackie.
In this greasy spoon
when we met eyes,"

and all that bullshit,
whatever it was
you said, huh?

That's different.
We were just messing around.

- No, no.
I don't mess around that way.
- Whatever, okay? Whatever!

I'm getting
the fuck out of here.

You just go to your lawyer,
take my mom's car,
maybe he'll take it.

- That's great!
- I'm getting
the fuck out of here.

That's great!
I'd love to do that,

except that my lawyer's
fucking closed.

I know that because
we just passed the place.

Well, sorry for the hold up.
Dead mom gets you every time.

Oh, cut the crap!
Like it was a big loss.

You hated her anyway.

Fuck.

Okay, you're gonna
have to stop the car now.

Get the fuck out of it,
and pretend that I don't exist.

That's great. That's great,
because I have a new plan

- and it doesn't involve you.
- Great.

Okay? I'm gonna go
into that courtroom tomorrow,
I'm gonna bring this,

I'm gonna get my son
and I'm gonna shoot my way out

- of that miserable place.
- That's brilliant.

Maybe you should get
some bullets and learn
how to use it first,

you fucking moron.

Fuck.

You're welcome,
by the way,
for everything.

Can you look at me?

Thank you.

No one in my entire life
has ever been there for me

the way you have
the last couple of days.

For whatever it's worth,
and I hope you don't
take this the wrong way,

but I really do love you.

I gotta go
take care of my kid.

- Thank you. Thank you.

All right,
let's go get
this cowboy cocksucker.

Okay, what's next?

Detention hearing
for Billy Powers,
Your Honor.

- He's 16.

No priors.

And what's the charge?

Kidnapping, Your Honor.

Do we have a lawyer?

We are told
he has an attorney, but...

All right. It's kidnapping,

so there's really
nothing to talk about.

He's gonna remain
a ward of this court
until the trial date.

I need the public defender
in here, so we can make
that official.

Very good, Your Honor.

I'm sorry, Your Honor,
I apologize. May I?

Not until you tell me
who you are, you can't.

Of course. My name
is Harold Hunter.

I'm representing
Billy Powers here.

And again, I apologize.
I'm new in town.

I got a little lost.
I'm with Kenny Walsh's firm.

- Oh, you are?
How is Mr. Walsh?
- You know, the guy's my hero,

so I'm only gonna say
nice things.

Well, I was just saying
to Mr. Thomas here

that we're gonna go ahead
and set this matter for a trial,

and your client can remain
in custody until that time.

Yeah, I don't think that
that's a good idea,
Your Honor.

- Oh, no?
- No. If I may?

- Please.
- Thank you.

At the time of arrest,
my client was found to be

under the influence of alcohol
and marijuana.

There's no excuse for that.

A charge worth punishment,
if you ask me.

Now, I'm not here to speak
on the other juveniles

who were arrested
for the so-called kidnapping,
but the way I understand it,

they took a classmate against
his will back to one
of their parents' homes.

- Yeah.
- Kidnapping.

Right. Again, I'm not here
to speak on what
those other children did,

but my client,
he showed up after the fact

and he had no idea
what was going on
until after he arrived.

Well, why didn't he leave?

I can't answer
that question,
Your Honor,

and I'm not implying
that that question
doesn't need to be answered.

He's a good kid.
No priors.

I mean, aside from not making
the right decision
to leave immediately,

and, of course,
the drinking and smoking,

the only thing Billy Powers
is guilty of is bad taste.

I believe
that he should be allowed

to stay with his mother
while awaiting trial.

Of course, with the court's
recommendation for monitoring.

Well, that leads me
to my next question.
Where is the mother?

- I'm here, Your Honor.
- She's here.

Ma'am, come up here,
please.

I'm looking at a report,
ma'am, that says
that law enforcement

attempted to make
several calls
to your residence.

Those phone calls
were never answered.

There's also indication
that the probation office
did as well, yet no call back?

No attempt by you
to contact anyone?

I cannot release your son
into your custody

without a reasonable
explanation.

I was scared.

I was so scared,
I didn't know what to do.

We only have each other.

Billy's father died in a...

in a horrible boating accident
back in 2015.

Billy was just a boy.

When I received the messages,
I, uh...

I did some research,

and upon learning
the severity of the charges,

I just broke down
and I couldn't find
the will to get back up.

I knew we couldn't afford
an attorney.

I'm currently working
three jobs just so we can
get by.

I don't know how I did it,
but...

somehow I managed
to pick myself back up,

and I reached out
to Mr. Hunter here,

and he told me that Billy
was in a lot of trouble,

but at the same time,
he wasn't gonna stand
for this injustice.

He believes in the law...

and, out of the goodness
of his heart...

he agreed
to take Billy's case on
free of charge.

God bless you.

He's a good boy,
Your Honor.

He deserves better.

If there's anyone
to blame here, it's me.

I've just been
so busy, you know...

I've been so busy
with the three jobs

- and the--
and the cancer...

Yeah, uh, Your Honor,
she's obviously upset and, uh...

I think that we should,
uh, move to...

to move, really.

Um, but you get--
you get the point.

And I know
it is not your fault.
I recognize that, I do.

Your mother and her beliefs,
they were not that
of the Apostle,

but of her own.

She instilled them into you,
and I need you to see that.

And then the steel rings
with the iron cross.

You know the iron cross?
When you do...

like this in the rings.
It's the muscle moves, okay?

After rings,
you got parallel bars.

Who the hell is that?

Can I help you?

Yeah, we got a pizza delivery
for Walter Boggs.

We didn't order
no fucking pizza.

Well, somebody's
gonna eat it.

I'm coming out!

Fuck!

Walter!

You cocksucker!

I'm coming in,
you motherfucker!

I'm coming in!

Walter!

Come out, come out,
you cocksucker!

Big bad wolf
is here to collect.

Come and get it!

I got all night, fuck-o!

Shit, I live here.

Come on, come out, Walt.
Let's talk.

No, you're my guest.
I insist.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, Dad.

- It's good to see you.
- Thanks.

Should we get out of here?

Yeah, that's probably
a good idea, huh?

You guys are gonna take me
to my mom's?

Is that what you want?

Uh-uh.

Costa Rica?

Walter!

I told you I got
all night... Walter.

Yeah? You sure
about that now?

- Fuck.

Fuck.

Yeah, fuck.
Fuck you.

Fuck!

- Are you okay?

- Jackie!
- Dad!

- Dad!

Hey, stop it!

What are you gonna do
with that, Billy?

Let him go.

You're a tough guy
now too, Billy?

A lot of balls, kid.

You want to play guns?

You want to play
fucking guns?

No, get back. Get back.
Get back. Get back.

Come on. Come on.

Heart of a lion, Jackie.

Heart of a lion.

Make sure I never
see you again, okay?

You won't.

Hey, Jackie.

You still hit
like a girl.

- Here's what's gonna happen.
- Tell me.

You're gonna confess
to killing that guy
in the diner

and then this shit is over.

- I mean it. Over.
- Okay.

What about Billy?

What... Whoa!

Don't fucking move,
all right?

Billy is a big boy.
I'll write to him.

What are you,
a tough guy with a gun now?

- I'm supposed
to be scared of you?
- This is not my fault.

We are not
in this situation
because of me.

No, no. I'm not talking
about that.

I'm talking about you
specifically.

Once a bitch,
always a bitch.

- If I'm a bitch...
- Uh-huh.

...it's because
every single time
I help you out,

I get fucked in the ass!

You looked like you
were gonna piss yourself
your first day at Central.

If it wasn't for me,

you wouldn't have lasted
three seconds in that place,
okay?

Jackie, I'm not
fucking playing,
all right?

You're gonna do it,
or I'm gonna fucking shoot you.

I fucking dare you
to put that gun down.

I fucking dare you.
Please.

- Without the fucking gun!
- Okay.

Can I put my fucking clothes
on first?

Put your clothes on!
I don't want your balls
in my face!

- Oh, fuck!
- Fuck! Fucking...

Oh!

Fuck.