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(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

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WOMAN 1: Happy Holidays, America!

Tonight's Mega Ball jackpot is $166 million.

Let's see if we can make you a millionaire.

♪ Love can come to everyone ♪

♪ The best things in life, they're free ♪

♪ Ha! ♪

STERLING: 30 Percocet and 20 Adderall, right?

$1500 all together.

(LYRICS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I only got $700.

Hey, tell you what, let me sell this,

and then I'll give you an extra $100 after, like a loan.

Bro, this ain't no fucking bank, man.

Just give me my shit back.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Give me my shit back right now.

Give me my shit back. Stop playing with me.

(GRUNTS)

Hey! Hey!

Bitch ass!

Hey!

Bitch-ass motherfucker!

JIMMY: Go, go, go, go!

Hey! Open the fucking door

- right now, boy! - Hey, man, drive!

(ENGINE REVVS)

Open the door!

(TYRES SCREECHES)

Fuck!

AMIR: The tickets were just more than--

I-- no, no,

I promise I'm gonna Venmo you the money.

I'm going Venmo you.

I-- no.

- Hey, you got a washroom? - I'm-- I'm not trying to buy her.

Washroom. Thank you.

AMIR: Hi. He-- hello,

- (CLEARS THROAT) - hello?

ABRAHAM: On the plane, this-- this woman comes up

and she's watching me for like 10 minutes and the--

The security guard comes and moves her along.

I'm just like, "Dude, I'm there for people to watch me."

- You know what I mean? - Hmm.

ABRAHAM: Anyway, it turns out that that woman was the

music director of the children's theatre.

What'd she say?

(LAUGHS) She said, come and drop by in the new year.

RUTLEDGE: It's the holidays,

but it's also theft and break-in season.

Remember to lock your doors and leave your porch light on.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Don't let cold-hearted criminals ruin your joy.

They're looking for an easy buck. Don't give it to them.

- Oh hey, excuse me. - (BELL RINGS)

RUTLEDGE ON TV: if a criminal is desperate enough to break into

your home while you are there, be warned,

they are most likely dangerous and reckless.

(INDISTINCT TV CHATTER)

There you go.

AMIR: That's it, that's it?

You got $3-- $3.50.

- For those two things? - AMIR: Yeah.

(SCOFFS) Okay.

Mmhmm, 280 calories a pint.

You know what Grandma used to say,

if something seems too good to be true--

- Probably is true. - Exactly what she said.

(CHUCKLES)

ABRAHAM: (SPEAKS SPANISH)

This was an innie yesterday.

ABRAHAM: Oh, baby.

You're beautiful.

I'm a beautiful parade float.

LAIRD: Hey, do you have any of those machines

that scan lottery tickets?

- Yeah. - LAIRD: Oh, thanks.

So what's the-- how does this work?

You-- you get a piece of the action here?

You get some kind of incentive for selling these tickets?

(MACHINE BEEPS)

About 5 percent.

LAIRD: 5 percent.

You let Uncle Sam into your sweet little cash

business for 5 percent?

No fucking thank you.

What are you going to do?

LAIRD: What are you going to do?

I bet this racket's long hours, huh?

This shitty lighting?

You a married man?

- Mmhmm. - LAIRD: Yeah?

Tell me something, when you--

When you met your betrothed child bride, did she--

She know what kind of business you were running?

(CHUCKLES)

(BEEPS)

She's white.

Like you.

I'm just breaking your balls.

I love small businesses.

Like this one.

It's what makes this country the greatest in the world.

(MACHINE RINGING)

What's the total up to?

$156 million.

$156 million?

I think-- I think-- I think I got a-- I think I got a match.

I think I got a match here. I got a match. I got a match.

Let me see.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

That's a match. It's matching the numbers on the ticket.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Check it, check it, check it.

- Wow. - (LAIRD LAUGHS)

You're a winner.

You're a winner.

Jesus. $156 million. Ha!

(LAIRD SCREAMS)

I'm a winner! I'm a winner!

- Congratulations. - LAIRD: Are you kidding me?

Wow! Wow! I'm a winner!

Come on.

5 percent. Huh?

Come on! (LAUGHS)

You got a piece. Come on.

You got a piece of that, man.

(LAUGHING)

(LAIRD CHEERING)

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That's the American dream right there!

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Hey, what the fuck are you doing?

Hey. Stop doing that!

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

LAIRD: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

STERLING: Give me that ticket old man.

Give me that fucking ticket right now.

You think I'm playing with you?

- You didn't think this through? - STERLING: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I don't give a fuck. - LAIRD: (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

STERLING: No, no. Give me that ticket, old man.

- You don't deserve that shit. - I'm not giving you the ticket,

okay?

STERLING: I'm about to shoot you in your fucking head.

LAIRD: Listen to me, listen to me, man.

- AMIR: Hey, hey, hey. - STERLING: Shut the fuck up!

I'm trying to tell you something.

STERLING: I don't give a fuck!

Give me that fucking ticket now!

Give me that fucking ticket!

You trying to get shot in the fucking head?

Shut the fuck up! I'm not playing with you.

LAIRD: I'm a very wealthy man.

STERLING: I don't give a fuck who you are!

You're want to die tonight?

LAIRD: Please--

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

STERLING: You ain't got enough life left to spend that fucking money.

Give it to me now.

I am not fucking playing with you.

Test me. I dare you. Test me.

I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you.

$156 million, motherfucker!

Give me that ticket right now!

LAIRD: All right. Take it. Take it.

Fucking lowlife.

Police! Get on the fucking ground!

Face down now!

No, please, officer.

I have this under control.

CODY: I said, get on the fucking ground! You hear me?

LAIRD: Please calm down. Oh, no.

Hey, fuck face!

Face on the ground now!

STERLING: Fuck you.

(ANA SCREAMS)

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(WHIMPERS)

Okay, shh. Hey, babe, breathe.

Hey, hey!

Not today motherfucker.

- Okay. Okay. - STERLING: Give me the gun!

Okay. Just don't shoot. Okay?

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Don't shoot. Okay?

(GRUNTS)

Fuck, fuck.

- Shit, shit. - Stay right fucking there.

Yo, y'all good over there?

Look, hey, man.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

There were shots fired. Somebody must have heard it.

There are going to be more cops on the way.

Man, shut the fuck up, all right?

AMIR: Okay, okay.

Where the fuck does this camera go to?

AMIR: It doesn't work. It's just for show.

Just to scare kids off.

Don't fucking lie to me.

It's in the back. It's in the back.

I can show you.

STERLING: Move real fucking slow, all right?

Okay.

STERLING: Come on. Come on!

Okay, okay.

This is what we're going to do.

Turn off the fucking lights.

We're closed for the night.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Grab a bag.

Grab a fucking bag.

I need all the phones, everything,

any-- anything you guys got in the bag.

Hurry the fuck up, bro.

Oh, my fucking God.

AMIR: Hey, hey.

Just do what he says.

Hey, you all right?

Now grab this motherfucker-- drag him in the back.

Grab him!

Fuck are you waiting for? Come on, man.

- Hurry the fuck up, man! - AMIR: He's too--

STERLING: What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

He's too heavy. He's too heavy, man.

- I'll help him. - No, please.

- No. (SPEAKS SPANISH) - Please, I can't. I can't.

I have to. I know. It's fine.

Let's just breathe, okay? Just breathe. That's right.

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS) Yeah. You know?

Okay. ( INDISCERNIBLE SPEECH)

That's it. You're okay. You're fine.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

STERLING: Hurry up, man.

Fuck.

Okay, I'll be-- I'll be back.

STERLING: What the fuck are y'all just waiting around, man?

Grab him!

Grab him by the legs and drag his ass!

♪ Fine and dandy ♪

♪ Lord, it's like a hard candy Christmas ♪

♪ I'm barely getting through ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ Still I won't let sorrow bring me way down ♪

♪ I'll be fine and dandy ♪

♪ Lord, it's like a hard candy Christmas ♪

♪ I'm barely getting through tomorrow ♪

♪ But still, I won't let sorrow bring me way down ♪

(SOBBING)

STERLING: What the fuck is going on back here, man?

Why are you just sittin' here?

Man, how the fuck this shit work, bruh?

All this shit need to get deleted.

(ANA SOBBING)

Come on, why are you just staring at me, man?

Can-- can you calm down, please?

Please, man, look.

Look, you're scaring her.

It's all right.

AMIR: Come on, bro, what's your plan?

Don't worry about my fucking plan.

Worry about deleting this shit.

Look, if you just lowered the gun, maybe we could talk.

Figure out a way to get you out of this.

Yeah, you want me to lower my gun after you try to

pull this shit on me?

Yeah, I ain't forget about that.

Mr. Nice Guy now, huh?

I just want to reconcile this, okay?

I ain't laying my life down for you.

And you ain't gonna kill all of us.

Fuck.

Oh. What's your name, man?

Amir.

And who are these two?

Come on, man, you talk to that old man out there

and he was a fucking dickhead.

That's my daughter, Leila.

And my wife, Carrie.

STERLING: And this place, it's all you?

Man, what are you doing?

Talking.

You got a problem with that?

(SNIFFLING)

STERLING: What's your name, shorty?

Ana Marlene.

- STERLING: Huh? - Ana Marlene.

Her name's Ana Marlene.

That's a nice name.

And how about you?

Abraham.

I'm Sterling

Nice to meet you.

What's up with the suit, man?

I'm a pianist.

People still pay for that?

Where were you playing at tonight?

Nordstrom.

How long you been doing that, man?

Six years.

STERLING: All right, Amir.

Why don't you tell me about this fucking security system?

What's your plan?

Motherfucker, my plan

is that you do what the fuck I tell you to do.

As soon as he gives you what you want,

you're gonna kill us.

STERLING: Man, I didn't kill nobody.

That fucking hero in the back did that.

Well, then why'd you put the gun on him?

Seeing that rich motherfucker win. All of that money.

Come on, now.

We all had the same thought.

I'm just the one that did it.

You're absolutely insane.

No, I'm a millionaire.

Not with that ticket. Listen, dipshit.

It's not that simple.

When there's a winning ticket, especially,

one as big as that one, they know the store's involved.

When you have all those dead bodies out there.

They're gonna start asking questions.

And that money, that money goes away.

(STERLING SIGHS)

I don't want to kill nobody.

So long as I don't have to.

(PANTS)

You okay?

(ANA GRUNTS)

Just gotta make up a story or something.

- You know? - What story?

You're talking about this?

I don't know, just some classic black guy comes in.

Tries to rob the white dude.

Oh, fucking white supremacist.

Man, don't do me like that.

I get it, all right.

But fuck, if we're gonna lie,

we gotta lie about something the system wants to believe, right?

So black guy comes in...

Tries to rob the rich old white man.

Hero cop comes in.

Bang, bang.

They're gonna be looking for someone

who don't even exist.

ABRAHAM: And then what happens when they find the person

that doesn't exist?

STERLING: That won't be my problem.

We live if we say that?

Better.

You get paid.

The secret got a price tag.

- 10. - Ten what?

$10 million?

Shit.

Four.

ABRAHAM: There are two dead people already.

One's police.

They don't arrest cop killers, they execute them.

So if we do this then--

We ain't doing nothing yet, we just-- we just talkin'.

What you're talking about is impossible.

You gonna say that after what just fucking happened out there?

I mean, you could throw all our lives away. Easy.

Shit, I didn't know life was so great down at the mall.

This is wrong.

It's better to be lucky, than good.

My dad was a good man.

Church on Sundays, all of that.

And that motherfucker died of bowel cancer at 37.

He didn't have the money to pay for treatments.

That's a good man.

Bad luck of being born poor.

You about to have a baby, right?

It's a boy or a girl?

A son.

STERLING: You really gonna be able to tell yourself you did

everything you could for that boy?

Money doesn't buy everything.

Man, that's just a lyric they get poor people

to say to feel better about having nothing.

- Look. - We're in for 20.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yo.

We speak in English in here, y'all, come on now.

- 20. - 20.

Man, who taught y'all to negotiate?

This is like a draft.

You get a deal in the first round or you're fucked.

- $6 million. - No, no, you can't share

- something that's been stolen. - Man, fuck that.

Nobody ever got rich without doing no crimes.

We will go to jail. All of us.

Yeah, you know who goes to jail?

Poor people with public defenders.

This is America.

America don't care how you get your money.

Look, we gonna get away with this,

'cause as of today we all rich.

Sounds like a deal to me.

I'm not doing this. I-- I--

I can't afford to be noble.

STERLING: Look, you two can go.

I'm not gonna hold you hostage.

Are you messing with us?

What about this guy?

ANA: Why-- why are you going along with this?

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

It means everything is written.

(GRUNTS)

STERLING: $6 million.

I feel bad for that baby.

(WHIMPERS)

We can do this.

Look at me. Look at me.

We can.

It's not just about you and me, okay?

This could be our chance, at a better life.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Yo, what the-- what the fuck?

Yo, who the fuck is that?

What the fuck are they doing here?

AMIR: It's my brother-in-law.

He works here, okay, but he's not supposed to work today.

- I'll talk to him. - What the fuck is he doing?

I'll talk to him!

Is this a brother-in-law you care about?

It's my family.

Get him the fuck out of here.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- AMIR: Hey. - Hey.

What are you doing here?

I work tonight.

Oh.

Yeah, sorry.

What happened here? What's wrong? What'd you do?

Oh, no, nothing. Nothing. I-- I tripped.

I slipped. I slipped on a--

HASSAN: Hey, are you drinking again?

- Who parked like an asshole? - AMIR: The-- the club down--

HASSAN: And it's like 2 kilometers away. (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

AMIR: Why are you coming? What are you--

HASSAN: All these people that are lined up to watch one

guy spin on his record, so stupid.

Oh my God. Look at this place.

- Hassan. - HASSAN: Huh?

We are closed tonight.

Just-- just go home.

Yeah? Come on.

You told me to come in tonight and help you out, Amir.

No, no, no.

Looked like you guys were closed earlier.

I was getting nervous.

Nobody else carries Lucky Star, you know?

Hey, I got you, bud.

No, no, no, hang-- hang on. I got it. I got it.

- Here you go. - Thanks, man.

Yeah, here you go.

How did you get that cut?

I-- I tripped in the back. Yeah.

You guys don't have any $14 Band-aids around here?

He's been, uh...

(CHUCKLES) Didn't know you guys did that.

AMIR: We don't. I just tripped in the back, okay?

Well, sometimes.

Look, I got the divorce papers from Carrie.

Why didn't you tell me that?

That's why I wanted this space for myself tonight, okay?

(♪♪♪♪)

What was that?

Sounded like...

I don't think it was--

SECURITY GUARD: Been a lot of break-ins in the area lately.

AMIR: No, no, I-- I don't think it's anything, guys.

Oh, come on.

It's when I fell. Yeah, I-- I was trying to--

Let me just get a mop, dude.

I got it, I got it, I got it. It's on me.

I was trying to load the ice cream, I-- I got it.

- Let me ring you up. - SECURITY GUARD: Yeah.

AMIR: Yeah? Come on, okay? Take the night off.

Yeah.

AMIR: There we go.

SECURITY GUARD: Amir, you're a lifesaver.

A lot of track to cover before 5:00 a.m.

Homeless keep leaving their trash on the rails.

Yeah, yeah, anytime.

Uh, who's got the G-Wagon?

It's from the club.

Hey, happy holidays, all right.

- Thank you. - HASSAN: Take care.

- SECURITY GUARD: See you, bro. - HASSAN: Yeah.

You too.

- Hmm? - You too.

What, no, let me help you clean up over here,

- No, no, no, no, listen, hey. - look at all this mess.

- What do you-- - I-- I need my own time tonight.

- Yeah, go. - Are you sure?

- Yes, yeah. - Okay, come here.

- HASSAN: Take care, okay? - AMIR: Yeah.

It'll better in the morning.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

All right. (SPEAKS URDU) Hey, take care of this, huh?

- Thank you. - Come on.

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Phew. It's all right.

He's not coming back.

(ANA SIGHS)

ABRAHAM: Oh. What car are they talking about?

AMIR: Oh shit.

The dead guy.

ABRAHAM: Well, what are we going to do about that?

Well, we gotta move it, right?

Right?

People have seen it...

if it-- wherever it goes, it has to look like

it was stolen or something.

Shit.

So, y'all in now?

But we have to change your story.

To what?

There is no story.

Nothing happened here.

Because those two would have seen it if something did.

Yeah, she's right.

ABRAHAM: Okay, what are we going to do about the car?

It's like what she said.

Someone took it for a joyride, dumped it in a fucking ditch.

AMIR: Yeah, okay.

What about the bodies?

They can't stay here.

(SIGHS)

AMIR: What do you want us to do?

I've seen this one movie where they like

poured acid on them and the bodies just dissolve.

No. No.

There is no fucking way

I'm gonna desecrate those bodies.

What the fuck do you want to do with them? They're dead.

Not that.

I don't-- I don't think that's real.

Even if, where would we get the...

You know, Home Depot or something.

Does he have a phone?

Let's see. Let me see.

Keys.

Mr. George Laird.

Okay, bingo.

It's locked.

What about the fingerprint?

STERLING: Shit.

There you go.

- Okay. - What now?

He goes on a trip

Takes a vacation.

Goes away for the holidays.

Mexico.

The Virgin Islands.

I-- I can set up an out-of-office reply.

This looks like his secretary.

I'll-- I'll send her something.

Copy and paste an old message, so it doesn't sound wrong.

With the holidays and these emails,

it could be over a month

before anyone even thinks to ask where he is.

I mean, he has family though, right?

If he does, I've-- I've searched his phone.

If he or they cared about him at all, they would be in here.

But they aren't.

Right.

STERLING: What about the fucking cop?

ANA: I don't know yet.

But their bodies can't be found together.

Cop shot him.

He goes in his car.

Put the gun in the car.

If they ever find the body.

The murder weapon is there.

And the serial number leads back to the police.

You're fucking magical.

Yeah...

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GASPING)

STERLING: I said, give me that ticket right now!

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHS, GROANS)

CODY: Get on the fucking ground!

Get on the fucking ground!

(GROANS)

Fuck you!

(ANA SCREAMS)

(COUGHS, GROANS)

STERLING: (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

I swear to God, I’ll fuckin' kill you!

$156 million, motherfucker!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

That little filly did persuade you to only

let her off with a warning, am I right?

(LAUGHS)

Yes, I am.

You were always the one

with a soft spot for split-tails.

- Me? - RUTLEDGE: Yeah, you.

- Get out of here. - (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

RUTLEDGE: That's why I fuck with you, 'cause you're a perv like--

DICK: What about you?

- What about you? - RUTLEDGE: Oh, no, no.

We don't need-- we're talking about you two, right?

DICK: No, no, no, my--

RUTLEDGE: And what are you like.

DICK: Those were the glory days, you're one---

- (PHONE RINGING) - (CODY GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(DOOR OPENS)

AMIR: Tell me how that works again.

So we get $6 and you get $138 million?

(SIGHS)

Fuck.

AMIR: You wanna grab his legs?

Yeah!

AMIR: All right. Merry Christmas, fucker!

1, 2, 3!

All right, hang, okay-- hang on, man! Oh, sorry.

All right, go ahead!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck me!

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Blew out his knee, that was it. - (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

Became a beat cop.

Now he got the rest of it.

I'm turning in.

Okay, honey.

- (CHUCKLES) Dick. - What? What?

RHONDA: You can sleep in Sammy's old room tonight if you want.

(RUTLEDGE LAUGHS)

- Why? - (DOBB LAUGHS)

Is it-- is it that obvious? Thank you.

- No but, thank you. - Why?

I'm fi-- Rhonda, thank you, I'm fine.

And Cody will be here in a little while. All right?

- RHONDA: Okay. - Thank you.

- RHONDA: Night, boys. - RUTLEDGE: Night-night.

DOBBS: Good night.

(DICK LAUGHS)

What's up with your boy, man?

I thought I was gonna meet him tonight.

Nah, he's doing the graveyard this week.

(DOOR CLOSES)

RUTLEDGE: What's the beat?

Foot patrol, industrial area, down by the port.

Why isn't he in a prowler?

I mean, especially this time of year.

'Cause the chief's still on this public relations kick.

You know, community outreach after that Ryan Harris deal.

Cody said that that cop's gonna do jail time.

- DOBBS: Jesus fucking Christ. - RUTLEDGE: Yeah.

Some guy gets pushed into a wall too hard,

now your boy's gotta fucking walk around in the cold.

It's all gone to shit, man.

Whose life is on the fucking line out there?

Hey, let me take care of it.

I'll get him a better route.

I appreciate it, but he's gotta make it on his own.

(PHONE RINGING)

Speak of the devil.

Hello?

Speak up, I can't hear you.

You gotta speak up.

CODY ON PHONE: I need you, I need you.

Oh, slow down, Cody. Slow down.

CODY ON PHONE: They shot this guy.

- DICK: What happened? - (CODY COUGHS)

CODY ON PHONE: They shot this old guy.

And they stole his lottery ticket.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

It's so much money, dad.

STERLING: Take the ferry to Fisher Island.

Pack him a bag, he's going for a long trip, right?

The fuck you talking about?

You think I'm gonna drive a car with a fucking dead body

in the trunk?

When you get back, we'll deal with the fucking cop.

Nah, nah she's staying here, bro.

I'm not leaving her with you.

You need to go handle that shit.

She stays.

- Abraham. - I'm not leaving you alone.

No, I'm not leaving you alone here. I'm not doing that.

This isn't what we agreed to.

I thought you said everything was written, right?

Stay out of this!

Fuck that, you're not in charge!

ANA: Hey, this is where you get all of us killed.

No, no, no, no. He needs us.

He knows that, okay?

He can't do any of this shit without us.

Man, it sounds like you want to give me my $6 million back.

You know what? I've been thinking.

What is that, a Saturday night special?

Post five shots?

What'd you shoot that cop, four times?

Five times?

I don't know, man.

I don't think you got any bullets left.

Man, you act like you don't keep this shit loaded.

But yeah, you're right.

Four, maybe five.

Could be one left.

Y'all want to test your luck?

What are you doing?

AMIR: Look.

Look, man, I'm just trying to say we need to work together.

I'm not leaving her.

No.

It's empty. It's been empty this whole time.

And I'm not doing that.

No, I can't protect you if I'm not here. I--

This-- this is what you wanted.

We can do this.

I can do this.

Look, I can't trust this white boy.

No, trust me.

This will work.

We deserve this.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DOBBS: Yeah, Mandy and I got fucking outbid

on that house in Pinecrest.

Shit, I'll tell you what, though, this place.

Well, Ronnie's father left us a little money when he passed.

Barely covered the down payment.

And now we gotta give the house back to the bank

for the girls' college.

So, yeah.

- Hey. - (CHUCKLES)

You all right, man?

What's going on?

Cody was shot.

What-- what are you--

- He-he-- he just got shot. - what are you talking about?

Yeah, don't fucking kid around like that.

Is he at the hospital?

Well, what are we doing here?

- Let's leave. - Wait!

There's something I need to talk to you guys about.

Hey, man, which one of these phones is yours?

(PHONE RINGS)

All right.

It's like a fucking baby monitor, all right?

I hear everything.

Cops come.

Turn me on mute.

And I won't fucking hesitate.

ABRAHAM: What if I lose service?

Don't.

(♪♪♪)

ABRAHAM: Babe, baby, look at me.

Look at me.

If you can hear me, I can hear you.

You remember that song the night we met?

If anything happens, just sing it.

Okay?

♪ The bells of St. Mary's ♪

♪ Ah, hear they are calling ♪

♪ The young loves and the true love who sang ♪

♪ From the sea ♪

♪ And so my beloved ♪

♪ When red leaves are falling ♪

♪ the love bells shall ring out ♪

♪ Ring out for you ♪

You'll see, I'll be back, I'll be back.

Fuck!

Okay.

♪ The bells of St. Mary's ♪

♪ Ah, hear they are calling ♪

♪ The young loves and the true loves ♪

♪ that come from the sea ♪

♪ And so my beloved, ♪

♪ when the red leaves are falling ♪

♪ The love bells shall ring out, yeah, ♪

♪ ring out for you, yeah ♪

♪ You and me ♪

(TRAIN BELL RINGING, HONKING)

(TYPING)

ABRAHAM ON PHONE: Hey, hey, you guys hear me?

I'm stuck at a train crossing.

I'm going to be just a minute.

(♪♪♪)

(SIGHS)

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

(TRAIN PASS BY)

Help, someone!

Somebody help!

Help!

Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop!

Dude, stop!

Hey, is this your car?

All right, man, just, yeah,

just give me a minute to explain, okay?

Let me check your license and registration.

It's not what you think,

it's not what you think, all right?

- Let me explain. - What are those gloves for?

- Listen, get down on the round. - Just listen to me, though.

You don't understand what's happened.

- Hey, don't move. - You don't understand!

(SCREAMS)

(AMIR TYPING)

If I don't get back there,

if I don't get back down, she's going to be dead.

Don't do this. Please.

Is this blood? Is this blood?

(♪♪♪)

STERLING: Just keep thinking about that old question.

What would you do if you had a million dollars?

I never knew the answer.

Couldn't even imagine it.

And now?

STERLING: Live life like Pablo.

Money, cars, sex, mansions, hot tubs.

I don't know.

I just want to be free from dealing with this bullshit.

(ANA GRUNTS)

You smoke?

Just in case you change your mind. Again.

OFFICER 1 ON RADIO: So repeat?

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

STERLING: What about you, Rock?

What you going to do with all that money?

The only thing that matters is my daughter, her future.

Where she could be one day.

With that money, I could reunite my family.

Maybe buy some land in Montana.

Montana?

That's some cowboy shit.

AMIR: Open land, clean air.

Better life.

Better than this one.

If that's what it means to be a cowboy, then fuck it.

I'll cowboy up.

(GRUNTING)

Hey, I want you there to see the look on Mandy's face

when I come home and tell her about this ticket.

We're going to take that trip to Spain.

We're not just doing this thing,

so you can have a fucking vacation.

DOBB: You understand the risk I'm taking being here, right?

My whole family could lose everything.

We all have family.

We're doing this for them.

What about you, Shorty?

What?

What you gonna do with all that paper?

Whatever happened in there, they were all working together.

They stopped being hostages the minute

they started working with that shooter.

No one is innocent.

STERLING: He going to put a ring on that finger or what?

ANA: We love each other.

I don't want to follow the same pattern everyone else does.

Being married did not make my parents happy.

Yeah, well, you're too smart to be waiting on other

people all day.

(GRUNTS)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

I was at a dentist office

training to be a hygienist slash dental assistant.

I started in reception.

The dentist, Dr. John.

If you wanted to learn, he'd teach you.

Maybe even help pay for your school.

The other girls in the office,

they were all doing the same thing.

I told myself,

because he was married, and had a family,

he was a mentor.

The attention was because I was smart and special and not...

You just skipped the whole part about how you got knocked up.

(CHUCKLES)

I met Abraham in a bar.

He was playing the piano. The song was beautiful.

I bought him a drink.

What happened to that dickhead boss?

When he found out I was pregnant, he fired me.

STERLING: Just like that?

Yeah.

STERLING: You couldn't even sue him or nothing?

I couldn't.

No, he had all the power.

I just wanted it to go away.

STERLING: Well, shit.

You got the power now.

What you want to do about it?

AMIR: All right.

That's everything.

Yo, yo, you hear that, Romeo?

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

What was that?

STERLING ON PHONE: When are you back?

About two hours.

STERLING ON PHONE: All right, hurry up, man.

We're about to celebrate. Come on.

Let's go.

Hell, yeah.

(♪♪♪)

Movement.

♪ It's been a hard knock life for us ♪

It's all behind us now, y'all.

Sipping Mai Tais on the beach, baby.

(ANA GRUNTS, TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

No.

We can't trust him.

Please, don't.

♪ The-- the bells of St. Mary's ♪

(♪♪♪♪)

No!

CODY: Dad!

Okay, come on, son.

(GUNSHOTS)

Take him Dobbs! Okay, take him!

You missed, bitch!

(STERLING GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(PANTS)

Guys, what's going on?

(♪♪♪♪)

ABRAHAM ON PHONE: Sterling?

Sterling!

Do you hear me?

ABRAHAM ON PHONE: Sterling!

What's going on? Do you hear me?

Fuck.

ABRAHAM ON PHONE: Ana?

Ana Marlene, you hear me?

Ana?

Oh fuck.

They ain't all here.

They must have turned on each other.

ABRAHAM ON PHONE: Ana Marlene!

Holy fuck!

Hello!

Ana Marlene, do you hear me?

Who is this?

(CALL ENDED)

(CELLPHONE RINGS)

(TRUCK HONKS)

(PANTS)

(♪♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(SOBBING)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: Got eyes on that ticket yet, Dick?

Dobbs, Dick with you?

DOBBS ON RADIO: No.

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: I'm coming to you.

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

Please, please, please don't go away.

(PANTS)

(ANA GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: 10-71.

Code 20.

DOBBS ON RADIO: Hey, what the fuck is going on in there?

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: Where are you?

DOBBS ON RADIO: Dick's boy is in a bad way, man.

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: Move back in and secure the location.

Get in there and push them to me.

Back away or I will burn this ticket.

(GRUNTS)

Stay back or you'll have nothing!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: Where'd you get this radio?

From the dead guy in here.

Do you want that money?

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: What are you talking about?

$156 million.

The winning Mega Ball ticket.

You want me to read the numbers?

Back away. Now. Or I will burn this ticket.

(♪♪♪♪)

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: You won't burn that ticket.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS, WINCES)

Keep that pressure right there.

- You hear me? - (CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

RUTLEDGE: Hey, how you doing there, buddy?

I need to go the hospital.

You keep that pressure there, it's going to be all right.

- It's gonna be okay. - CODY: Where is my dad?

(SOBBING)

I need to go the hospital.

I need my dad.

Where are you going?

- Hey, Cody, tell me about it. - Breathe.

Who's inside, huh?

How'd that happen?

I just saw the manager.

And the 291, he was-- He was a kid with a gun.

And he had a mask.

There was a-- a light-skinned kid and-- and-- and--

And this girl, yeah, she had-- she's pregnant.

RUTLEDGE: Okay. Is that all? Are you sure?

- Do they have your gun, Cody? - CODY: I don't know.

DOBBS: Are there any other firearms?

CODY: I don't know.

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

DOBBS: It's all right. Shh. All right, all right. It's okay.

Did you see the ticket?

Where's my dad?

RUTLEDGE: Hey, Cody, did you see it?

Get me my dad.

(ANA GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

Oh.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(CRIES)

(PANTS)

(TYPING)

How's that...

(PANTING)

(SIGHING)

He's out, man.

I don't know how much longer he's got.

This is fucked.

We ain't going anywhere until whoever that

bitch is waiting for gets back.

(♪♪♪♪)

Abraham.

No. No, stop.

(ANA TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(GRUNTING)

All right, get up.

All right, get up.

Now walk. Walk.

(SOBBING)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(GRUNTS)

What's her name?

(COUGHS)

I don't know. I don't know what you're talking about, man.

I was just going to buy a vape.

Who is she? What's her name?

Look.

(GRUNTING)

You hear me, boy?

Get her to come out here.

ANA ON RADIO: Where is he?

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: What?

ABRAHAM ON RADIO: Ana, get out of there! Run!

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) - (GRUNTS)

RUTLEDGE: Is this a picture of you on this phone here?

Because you look so happy together.

What did you do to him?

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: He's alive.

ANA ON RADIO: I wanna hear him say that.

No.

Come out.

Give us the ticket.

We'll let you walk away.

Nothing will happen to you or your baby's daddy.

ANA ON RADIO: That sounds like we're still dead at the end of this.

You have our word that that won't happen.

ANA ON RADIO: You tried to kill me.

Your word isn't good enough.

RUTLEDGE ON RADIO: Well, we had to get our man out of there.

We want to resolve this quickly and safely.

ANA: The cop in here?

The dead one.

Dick Sims?

He was a dirty cop.

Busted, shaking down low-level drug dealers.

He never gave up who else he did it with,

but they know he wasn't working alone.

The cop?

We thought he was dead.

We didn't know.

I just wanted some ice cream.

Well, he must have called you here. He is alive?

Did he tell you he killed an old man?

Because right now his gun is with that body.

Abraham was supposed to get rid of it,

but if he's here, then he didn't.

When they find it,

that gun will come back to that cop-- and you.

But it doesn't have to happen like that.

Not if we work together.

I want my share.

I want him, and I want out of here.

Fuck you!

Your man doesn't have much time left.

ANA ON RADIO: Don't threaten me.

You think they're going to give up $150 million

without asking questions?

What's your story?

Because I know a good one.

It's about a young, poor,

pregnant waitress and her piano player.

She won the lottery and some very bad men

tried to kill her for it.

And you know what happened next?

Some brave police officers

saved her and she was so grateful...

She split the money with them.

It's very cute, but the winner always tells the story.

I kind of need you to realize the situation you're in here.

Stop acting like you have the control.

I have the money.

Fuck you, cunt!

We can kill you all if we want to!

No one will fucking--

You need us.

What's your story?

How do you have the ticket? Where did you get it?

If you want that money, we're the only chance you have.

Okay, okay.

We're your only chance.

- Bells of St. Mary's. - What's the offer?

Ah, hear they are calling.

♪ The young loves, and the true love ♪

♪ Who come from the sea ♪

Fuck!

(PANTS)

ANA: All right.

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

What the fuck?

(CODY TAKING SHARP BREATHS)

Let's do this for your dad.

(CODY GRUNTS)

(♪♪♪♪)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAM ING)

(GRUNTING)

Fuck!

(CHOKING)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(SOBS)

(PANTS)

(♪♪♪)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, okay.

(SIREN RINGING)

(ABRAHAM PANTS)

RUTLEDGE: What was that song you were singing earlier?

(PANTING)

(♪♪♪)

(WHIMPERS)

CODY: Don't Move!

You killed my dad.

All this is because of you.

CODY: No!

No!

No!

I tried to save you.

I fucking tried.

I tried to do the right thing.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me! Close your eyes now!

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

Please, please, no.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it. Please.

(SIGHS)

Please don't do it.

Officer Sims.

Stand down, son.

Hey, okay.

Stand down.

I'm going to take this from you, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.

(GUN SHOT)

(GROANING)

- That's it, that's it. - (CODY CHOKES)

(SOBBING)

You need us.

You got a lot of heart, girl.

(CRIES)

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

(GASPS)

I only need one of you.

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERS)

All you remember is me, saving your lives.

(SOBBING)

(♪♪♪♪)

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

SHOW HOST ON TV: Death, tragedy, heroism, and $156 million.

A Christmas miracle turned to an absolute horror.

But luckily, this story has a happy ending.

Because you saved that poor girl.

And in return, she gave you $78 million.

I know, I know.

It was so sweet.

I mean, she really didn't have to do that.

And I'm-- I'm no hero.

I did what any other good cop would do.

SHOW HOST: Well, she was really blessed to have you there.

So what's next for you and your family?

What are you all going to do?

Well, I suppose, anything I want.

(CHUCKLES)

(COOING)

What's up with the bear?

Another gift.

(GRUNTS)

The people just keep giving us stuff.

Good boy.

Okay, come on.

(ABRAHAM GRUNTS)

Hey, baby.

Hey, baby.

Well...

The doctor said we can leave tomorrow.

- Hmm? - Yeah.

So...

What do we do now?

(♪♪♪)

♪ The bells of St. Mary ♪

♪ Ah, hear they are calling ♪

♪ The young loves, the true loves ♪

♪ Who come from the sea ♪

♪ And so my beloved ♪

♪ When red leaves are falling ♪

♪ The love bells shall ring out ♪

♪ the love bells shall ring out ♪

♪ For you and me ♪

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

♪ The love bells shall ring out ♪

♪ The love bells shall ring out ♪

♪ The love bells shall ring out ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ And me ♪

STERLING: Look, we gonna get away with this.

Because as of today, we all rich.