Original subtitles

Thank you.

Wake up.

Twan, wake up man, it's time for school.

Come on man, wake up.

School doesn't start for another hour and a half.

Yeah.

I used to hate waking up with school in the mornings too.

I made some breakfast man.

I had to get up.

Come on.

Were you the one that said never again?

There were reasons for that.

He doesn't lead witnesses.

I know you're not defending that motherfucker.

You know I hate him.

Grew up with the fucker.

This job, it's just too big for us to handle alone.

If you want out, this is our shot.

Let me have the old man.

All right.

All right.

Last one.

For real this time.

Come on.

Love you bro.

Love you too.

Hit me up there.

It began as a high speed case and then it arrived Sunday morning.

Like male people.

Right here.

It's a chain right there.

It's been struck as many as 56 times and suffered seven broken bones.

So you just go ignore me every morning?

What do you want me to say?

I feel like you got me locked up in a cage.

At least at mine and grandma's they let me hang and kick you with my friends.

I don't have no type of freedom here.

So what do you want?

You wasn't there for my childhood and you wasn't there for their accident.

Look I know it's hard not having them around anymore.

It's hard for me to.

But you with me now.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

I know we've been running around up in this

small space trying to feel each other out.

But we got this.

We in this.

Just got to stay the course.

Just got to stay the course.

This shit might get a little crazy out there today.

So you need to come straight home from school.

This is bullshit.

What did you say?

You better watch your tone.

You a boy.

And I'm trying to raise to be a man.

And this house.

You're going to respect me.

I gotta get a school book.

I'm with the same thing.

You know what I'm talking about.

Just that new Crip.

I want to be the one to just call it out.

Girl.

You know what.

I saw my necklace.

Check off my checklist.

You're just right.

I got no time.

I connected.

I protected.

You a man?

Yeah.

Car looks good, dad.

Yep.

Taking her up to the classic this Friday night at Bob's.

You ready?

Yep. You look good.

You look good.

See what your brother's got for us.

How you doing, son?

What's up, dad?

Where's Copeland?

Couldn't make it.

Couldn't make it if he's doing the job with us.

He should be casing it with us.

I don't feel, man.

This should work.

That's it.

Yo.

Let me just see this right quick.

You get a pack of fillies.

Fillies.

Not backwards.

Backwards.

Fillies!

Fillies!

Are you deaf?

You speak English, bitch?

I said fillies, liver.

You know what they shit?

Watch your mouth.

The fuck you say, nigga?

The fuck you say, nigga?

Watch your mouth.

Watch your fucking mouth, nigga.

The fuck wrong with you?

Huh?

How the fuck that feel, nigga?

Familiar.

Hey!

What the fuck you doing, nigga?

Hey, fall back.

I said fall back.

Fall the fuck back.

When I tell you to move, you fucking move, really?

This motherfucker was talking shit.

You know who the hell that is?

Fix your face.

Don't fucking look at him.

That's OG Merc.

You wouldn't have a flag of life if one of you came out of that place.

That cool old little motherfucker with a truck

you did for you, you'd be a little fucking tricky.

So you better fucking wreck your life and fuck your game.

Yo, Merc.

It's been a minute, man.

When you get out?

About six months ago.

Six months?

My phone ain't ring.

How come I ain't know?

That laying low, bruh.

You know what it is, huh, yeah?

It's tough to wait, man.

Stay up, D.

All right, stay up, bruh.

Let's go.

Pluton medals.

Tell me what they do again.

Catalytic converters.

Yeah, he's playing a tune. It's like something about pollution.

But I don't know.

Catalytic converters, they need platinum.

Right, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

And platinum is like more money than gold.

Right?

How much they got in there?

Ten million in bullion.

Oh, that's beach money.

Yeah, beach money.

All right, run it for me. Randy Valt.

Stalled a few weeks ago.

Walls are composite concrete,

mixed in a galvanized frame.

18 inches thick.

And a door?

Mosler.

Four live bolts.

Three inches in diameter.

They're checked by two key change dual combinations.

Two more torch?

Two hours.

But we're not going through the door.

The safe's free standing. We're going to the sidewalk.

Front gate is taken care of.

We got the code in.

1992.

Who told you all about this?

The machinist in there got me the layout.

What, he dropped his pants and just told you all this shit?

Yeah.

Been drinking with him for over a year.

Hey, you know?

Nope.

Bleeding out of him a little bit of time.

I'm reffing a sketch of what I think it looks like. We enter through the loading dock as they rear the building.

And drop us into the security office.

Past that is the machine shop.

That's the main room.

So all the mechanicals are in the back.

That's where the vault is.

That's where they keep the platinum locked up.

It should weigh around 900 pounds. And then we're going to the back. It should weigh around 900 pounds.

There's a panic button in the security office.

And if it gets pressed, an alarm goes off, and a massive steel cap comes down.

The case is the safe entirely.

If that happens, it's overdone.

The L.A.P. has got to come in, punch in a release code.

Yeah, the government uses one just like it, right?

It's the National Archives Museum.

Yeah.

That's where we keep the Declaration of Independence.

What?

Security is just too tight.

There's cameras everywhere.

I mean, I love the idea of ten million dollars, but this is just out of our league.

It's just over our heads.

Alright, so it's not some nickel and tinetime punch.

You and I still do.

It's Fort Mosh with a fucking vault.

You need a miracle to pull this off.

Well, you keep doing that small-time shit.

Because for me, this is it. I'm out.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

It's stupid.

How you doing, Mercy?

I'm alright.

I'm alive and on the outside.

Alright, man. Take care.

Mercy, you're late.

Yeah, like my birthday ticket?

Oh, here we go.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Come on, man.

By the time I get to a Laker game, Magic Johnson already retired.

I'm gonna tell you what I tell you. My man's working on you.

I've been saying that since I got out.

Come on.

I got Dodgers tickets all day, but nobody's going to have damn Dodgers.

Come on, man.

See, it's that shit right there.

[There's

how many people here in the team that'll court out,

and we out-wrest from around the world,

with a verdict in the Rodney

They just betrayed their damn over.

You wore them colors.

Got plaques all over your wall.

And your people.

No.

No.

They ain't my folks.

Not at all.

And you know, shit like this, and you abuse my power.

Never.

Pricking cops like that is the reason why I quit the force in the first place.

I got this job so I can give guys like you who deserve it a second chance.

Yeah, we all deserve a second chance.

Hell yeah.

Damn right.

I'll tell you what, though.

That jury lets them off.

It's going to get hot out there.

Real hot.

Hey yo, see if you are walking.

Prickets.

All right.

Send my love to the family, Joe.

I will.

Good to see you, man.

I'll let you get it, Russell.

Hey, if you want them Dodgers tickets, let me know now.

Man, if you don't get your ass all right.

All right.

God damn Dodgers.

One policeman involved in the meeting said, quote,

"I haven't beaten anyone this bad in a long time."

Well, Pat, everyone is in a state of nervousness.

The state of nervousness just waiting for the decision to come down.

We've been told 315 for a verdict.

Mr. Kudernia died at the Warhol San Jose Post.

You're escaping soon to the best, and it's not you.

Try our thing.

Good to see you, man.

Hey, you okay?

What?

You're angry at Dad?

For what?

You know, for not doing the job that we showed him today.

I feel like you worked really hard on that.

I got so much other shit to be angry with him about.

That job's pretty far down the fucking list.

I mean, it's a tough lick.

No doubt.

But, um...

Not as impossible as he says.

No.

No.

That's security though. It's a problem.

Yeah, security looked like really tough.

Well, look, I mean, if there's anything I can do...

I don't know, I could go get drunk or something. I don't know.

Thanks, man.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[sirens]

A stunning verdict from Southern California.

The jury and the Los Angeles Police Brutality Trial has just reached its verdict.

The four police officers who were

videotaped, repeatedly beating and throwing a man,

were found not guilty on all but one count.

The all-white jury deadlocked on that one charge,

no working for the one charge only.

Corresponded one out of the...

The jury and the...

The whole white jury...

...did not want that guilty verdict on all but one count.

Come on, sit it down, man!

Today, this jury told the world that what we

all saw with their own eyes wasn't a crime.

Today, that jury asked us to accept the

senseless and brutal beating of a helpless man.

[sirens]

How long before we stand up by ourself?

How long before we let them do this, son?

How many more running kings does it have to be?

How many more dosa whores does it have to be?

A lot is a lot!

[sirens]

Can you look at our last picture?

There's a mini riot at this location.

A Tom Withers store has been wounded at this point.

[sirens]

They've set up a command post and then

officers have been ordered to stay out of this area.

Dad, you watching the news?

Yeah, no one minding the store.

[sirens]

[sirens]

Get around everyone.

Get down, Jimmy!

Sorry to put you away from your work.

I'm sure a lot of you have heard by now that some people have taken to the streets

to express their anger about the verdict today.

It's starting to get a little dicey out there.

So in the interests of everyone's safety, we're going

to let you all go home now and be with your families.

You know, keep safe and a safe journey home.

All right, fellas, I'll be in my office if you have any questions.

Be safe out there.

Yeah.

[sirens]

Come on, damn it.

Okay.

I can hardly contain myself.

Just weird.

Yo, Dennis, give your shit, let's go.

We're pulling that job.

I thought we weren't going to do the job.

Dad said it would take a miracle, right?

Yeah, well, turns out all we needed was 12

racist motherfuckers out in the city valley.

Let's go.

Come on.

Wait, so we're doing it like right now, like today?

This is our window. Come on, we'll shit together. Let's go.

Did you call Dad?

Yeah, I called him. We're good.

radio chatter ]

Tiff!

Hey!

What's going on, huh, mama?

See, I'm getting bigger.

So, what month are you on?

The sixth.

The sixth?

Yeah.

So do you feel the baby, like, moving and kicking and stuff?

Yeah, it's kicking right now.

Really?

You wanna film?

Yeah.

Maybe you'll say hi.

You doing that?

Yeah!

Take your hand off my woman!

I can't turn my hand five seconds!

I was catching my hand five seconds!

I can't.

That's not bad.

It's broken up.

So, when will you be back, Cole?

Uh...

It didn't mean too long.

Yeah, not past ten.

Hey, we gotta go.

Tiff, good to see you.

So good to see you.

Bye!

Bye, baby!

Please stay inside. The same's gonna get crazy in there.

Hello.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

You're a good girl.

I love you too.

I'm gonna get paid for some money.

What's the matter with the wrong guy?

I was way above my favorite.

I like to trust you and wear it for every trip.

You should be proof to a security.

Don't do it.

The hell you still doing it?

It's wondering if this place still gonna be open?

Nah, the boss of them will go home, Russell.

Yeah, I was...

I was thinking maybe I can bring my son back up here.

So to be more safe.

No, I don't think that's a good idea.

No, I don't.

Joe, we live in the hood.

Like for real, in the belly of the beast.

It's just about to get wild out here.

You wanna bring him here?

(dramatic music)

I respect that.

If you and your son wanna join me,

I'd be alright with coming.

I'll give the front gate a heads up

that you're coming through.

Appreciate you, bro.

All right, thank you.

Well, you want both plasma cutters?

Yeah, bring everything, Murphy.

(indistinct chatter)

Get the light.

(door opens)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey!

Here they are!

The fruit of my life!

Hey, Dad.

How you doing, buddy?

Yeah, good.

Wow, look who decided to show up.

Copeland, how are ya?

What's the word, though?

The word is rich,

because that's what we're gonna become.

Rich.

Murphy, we almost loaded up.

Just about, sir.

Dennis, give me a hint.

Yeah.

Send him home.

Four of us got this.

I'd rather not.

I'm telling you, some Murphy,

they're like my security blanket.

They keep me warm, cozy, and safe,

and I like feeling warm and cozy and safe.

You're a problem, then.

Fuck you.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

(horn blares)

Watch out, watch out, bro.

(indistinct chatter)

Guys, it's my daddy's house!

It's my daddy's house!

(indistinct chatter)

(horn blares)

(indistinct chatter)

Twi?

Twi?

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter) (indistinct chatter) God damn fucking animals.

Can you really blame them?

Doesn't get them the right to do this.

It's not their property.

Like open?

Whatever you say, Bob.

(sirens blare)

Yeah, just stay cool.

I have bigger fish to fry.

(dramatic music)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, go.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, man.

Hey, did I help you?

Yeah, delivery.

Sorry, I'm late, but this crazy lie is...

(indistinct chatter)

So, what delivery did you say you were gonna--

Listen.

(dramatic music)

(horn blares)

(indistinct chatter)

Go, go.

Keep going.

(dramatic music)

All right, let's see.

(dramatic music)

Rick, we should use some forklifts to unload everything.

Got it.

(dramatic music) (door slams)

Well, I'll be damned.

Hey, there's no reason for anybody to get hurt.

You just do what we say, y'all go home.

(dramatic music)

You fellas picked the wrong place to rob.

Why don't you try to lick her store up the street?

We're exactly where we're supposed to be.

You, my friend, you're at the wrong place at the wrong time.

(door slams)

(screams)

God damn it.

He reached for his peace for you.

What the fuck you want me to do?

Fuckin' do you show him to go to the gun, Ray?

You do.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Guys, he made a move.

What you gonna do for the boy?

Listen, when we walk through the door,

we all put skin in this game, okay?

This is your job.

But it's all of our asses.

Now what are you gonna do, kill him?

People get hurt.

That's a cost of doing business.

Put the gun down and let's get paid, please.

Let's get paid.

Fuck you.

All right, cut the phone lines, kill the surveillance.

Let's get the rest of this stuff out of the van.

Yes, sir.

It's cool.

Keep it together, okay?

Let's go.

That wire was one of three wires

that fell in the Hollywood area.

The other one's just east of that.

And frankly, up in the air here,

we can see wires easily beyond the watch

and drop the area.

There's the wires.

(muffled speaking)

(muffled speaking)

(gun fires)

(muffled speaking)

Drag us over here and fuck our shit up, all right?

He's an Austrian, you can take him over there.

All right, hey, hold up, hold up.

Hey, what's up, man?

Hey, what it do, man?

You all right?

Looking for my son Antoine.

Oh, no, I ain't seen him.

I'll put the word up.

Hey, you might need this on me.

Oh, I'm good.

No, nigga, you don't understand.

You better take this, motherfucking gun.

Join us.

Let us look out for you.

I wanna look out for me.

Help me find my son.

(crowd cheering)

(muffled speaking)

(dramatic music)

(laughing)

There she is, boys.

Honey, I'm home.

Come on, I love this shit, come on.

What's that?

(dramatic music) (engine revving)

(muffled speaking)

Antoine!

(crashing)

(muffled concequauder acting)

(dramatic music)

Where's Antoine?

Hey ammo!

The f closest you do is gonna lose your damn mind!

You gonna be gentle!

You gotta be gentle.

You can feel too deep. You gotta kiss her before you fight around, and lead her to Janet That's why! Help! so you can't throw too deep.

You gotta kiss her before you fuck her.

Got it, got it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING]

[BUZZING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What the hell is going on?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Almost there, almost there.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Go, go, go!

Oh, shit!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCREAMING]

Fuck, man!

God!

Get off!

Come on, Ray!

Oh, fuck you, that shit!

[SCREAMING]

Damn it!

Oh, god!

Fuck!

You're in!

You're in!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

[LAUGHING]

Come on, Ray!

Don't move, don't move.

Hold on, we gotta get him out.

Pull him out, yeah?

Pull him out, yeah?

Pull him, pull him out!

You can't move the forklift!

Fuck you, Kenny.

We gotta get him out.

You ain't getting him out from under the forklift!

Not with his legs still attached!

Hold on a second, everybody calm the fuck down!

You fucking talk to me like that!

[SCREAMING]

Hey, I got you, man.

I got you, I got you.

His leg is gone one way or another.

It's just fucking gone.

We move it back a little bit.

There's no way!

The fuck are you doing?

Get the fuck out of my place!

Don't you fuck with me in a ton, girl.

I'm gonna break your fucking face!

Ray!

Ray!

What the fuck are you doing?

What?

That shit is beyond fuck, man.

[LAUGHING]

Are you shitting me?

That is fucking late.

You gotta make a decision.

Millions or a little late?

What are you gonna do?

It's your job.

We're falling behind.

Just come on.

We'll get him to help him, he needs, when we're done.

You son of a-- turn off that fucker, you liar!

[SIGHS]

Charlie Mac, one-niner.

We got an alarm call at Plutont Metals inverted.

We'll do a fly-by.

Go check it out.

Copy that.

Over.

[SIRENS]

Don't fuck with me!

Fuck with me!

[SIRENS]

Put your ass back in this car, sis, deal.

Why'd you stop me, pop?

These cops get to run through our hoods,

do whatever the fuck they want to do to us,

but we can't express ourselves.

And Twon chill out.

Fuck that, pop!

We angry, man!

Angry, too.

This ain't our first rodeo.

1965.

See, the white folks called it Watts riots.

We called it the-- the uprise, the Watts rebellion.

I was around your same age, so I feel you.

See, what we didn't think about,

we burned all of our own shit down.

What we gonna have left for us?

Pop, what we got now, man?

Man, I don't see your name on none of these stores.

We don't own shit!

So who gives a fuck?

So who cares if we burn all the shit that they own?

Hey.

Hey!

Look around.

There's no cops, there's no ambulance, no fire trucks.

They don't give a fuck about us.

They're doing exactly what these white folks want us to do.

Gotta think, Twon.

We don't know what's going on.

We don't know what you want us to do.

We don't know what you want us to do.

We don't see cameras all over,

and people are all over.

I don't think we're gonna have to tell them what to do.

And how to get this under control.

This is a super sloppy location.

So what we can actually get that roof over a flat,

place in this location and everything.

And every time they go in,

(ominous music)

(man yelling)

(man grunting)

Holy shit!

What the fuck?

(man yelling)

The fuck outta here.

Hey, whoa man, what the?

Get the fuck out!

Fuck back, man.

What the fuck?

Where the fuck the kid?

Where the fuck the kid is at?

Stay in the car.

Lock the doors and don't move.

(man yelling)

Hey, back up!

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Back the fuck up, whatever you want.

Give the fuck the kid!

No, they're in the car.

Back up!

Hey, hey, well back up!

Leave him alone.

Back the fuck up, man.

None of your business.

Leave him alone.

(man yelling)

Fuck!

Get in, get in.

Let's go!

Get the fuck outta here, now!

Let's go!

Now!

(dramatic music)

Put your seatbelt on.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Ah!

Okay.

I think we're good.

Ah, ha ha ha, get the toad out.

Fuckin' saves the punchline.

Move.

Dennis, Denators.

Dennis!

Yeah.

(dramatic music)

Lights, lights, lights.

Dennis! (engine revving)

(dramatic music)

Sure, Mag-1 Niner, dispatch.

It looks pretty quiet over in Vernon at Pluton Metal.

We're gonna head over to Crenshaw area, over.

Copy that.

Let's keep going.

He's gone, he's gone, he's gone.

Let's keep going.

Let's go.

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

Yo, Pop, that was some real shit back there, man.

You messed them fools up and you wasn't even scared.

Amazing.

You know what scares me about you?

I don't want you to grow up to be like me.

(dramatic music)

My only reputation is putting niggas on their back.

What's wrong with that, Pop?

What's wrong with that?

Stay calm, we'll be in and out.

(engine revving)

(radio chatter)

What do you think you two are doing?

To work.

There's a curfew, licensed in registration.

I'm on my way to work, officer.

It's okay, move along.

He's just letting go, that's some bullshit, man.

You got something to say, boy?

No, sir, it doesn't.

Get out, open the trunk.

Why?

I need to make sure you're not

transporting stolen property, that's why.

Why, why, why, why?

I said get the fuck out of the car and open the trunk.

Pop, you don't have to get out the car, I'm here to charge.

Get the fuck out.

Get him out and check.

Fuck this shit.

Let's go.

Hands on the hood.

Do you have any weapons or contraband on you?

No, sir.

Do you have anything that can stick, pull,

cut, or harm me in any way?

I'm sorry.

Spread them.

I think he searches me and they don't have no warrant.

Shut up.

Don't do that to my son.

I said shut the fuck up.

Are you listening to me?

It looks like you have a problem listening,

so I'm gonna give you this hearing aid.

You know what he's talking about?

Shut up!

On the car, don't fucking move.

This is not even me, man.

(dramatic music)

All right, it's clean.

Where did you say you work?

Pluton Meadows off of 18.

I better not see you two again.

You're listening to me, now get the fuck out of here.

Let him go.

Let's go, come on.

(dramatic music)

All right, let's fuck her up.

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(maniacal laughing)

We're rich, boys, we're rich.

Let's get it in the van and get the fuck out of here.

Copeland, you're gonna be able to buy yourself

a brand new foot with all this money.

Better than the original.

I'm proud of you, son.

We're gonna be millionaires.

We're gonna be millionaires.

Yeah, yeah.

I gotta prop the van.

(dramatic music)

(maniacal laughing)

(water running)

(dramatic music)

(indistinct chatter)

(engine revving)

(indistinct chatter)

This is a super-spopper location

actually a group of over 100 people

went into the museum and looted it.

And every time they come in and they're looted,

after they're done looting, they set fire in structure.

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

Joe!

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

Man!

(dramatic music)

Man's wrong.

(dramatic music)

I'm gonna go the other way.

(siren blaring)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(maniacal laughing)

(dramatic music)

(maniacal laughing)

(dramatic music)

(maniacal laughing) (dramatic music)

Fucking kids.

Never hear one of these.

(dramatic music)

Man!

Man!

(dramatic music)

Who in the fuck is this?

I was in the bathroom and he came in.

(dramatic music)

Shut up!

Shut up, Brooklyn.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Shut up.

Where's your brother?

We gotta get the fuck out of here.

Where's your brother?

Where's your brother?

I don't know.

Shut the fuck up.

I'm telling you, shut the fuck up.

Okay, go, go, go, go.

(crying)

You're okay, Pope.

Antoine King.

2431 West 62nd place.

Near sophomore Cretrow High.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Crashing our party.

How the fuck are you doing?

I came looking for my dad.

He works here.

What does your dad do?

Mainlands.

What?

Mainlands.

I tried to go home but I couldn't.

The bus lines were down.

So I came here looking for him.

(grunting)

Wake the fuck up.

Where's my son?

Where's my son?

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

You and your boys are robbing this joint right now, right?

Who are you?

You don't know who you fucking with.

Man, this is not going well for you.

It's not going well for me.

Stan shall not go in well for you.

Please.

No.

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

You came here looking for your dad.

(grunting)

You know what?

Today's your lucky day.

Cause I'm feeling charitable.

So I'm gonna let you go.

I'm gonna let you go home to your daddy.

I swear to you.

I'm gonna let you go.

I know where you live.

If you talk to anyone about who or what you saw here,

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

I'm gonna kill your father, your mother, your dog,

every relative you ever had.

I'm gonna obliterate your whole fucking family,

you little fuck.

Goodbye.

Get the fuck out of here.

(yelling)

Someone fucked us up.

Where's Reagan?

They took him.

Hey, threshold, stop.

Stop.

Stop and get your ass back here.

Now.

Get over here.

Easy, easy, easy, easy, we're gonna use him.

Where's your father?

Where's your fucking license?

I don't know.

No, your fucking license?

I don't know.

What do you wanna do with him?

Gonna use him.

We're gonna use him.

(dramatic music)

Fuck, check the van.

I see that.

Fuck.

Murph, boy.

We got a problem.

The fuck is it?

The ignition rotor is missing.

Fuck is a rotor?

We can't start the van without it.

Son of a bitch.

(dramatic music)

Boss, we can't find Reagan anywhere.

What?

Yes, and we can't start the van either.

Why the fuck not?

Because the ignition rotor is missing.

Your old man is playing with your life.

He's playing with your fucking life.

Maybe I should walk out and try to find another vehicle.

No, no, that's a bad idea.

What about the two cars out in front?

Their suspensions won't support the way--

Chad, we have to find Reagan.

I know, Dennis.

I'm well aware that we don't have your brother.

Just load up the rest of the bars, we'll clean up,

let's get that fucking rotor,

we'll get the fuck out of here.

I got all the leverage I need right there.

(engine revving)

(sighs)

(engine revving)

(screams)

(screams)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Give me the rotor to the van.

Fuck you.

(grunts)

What?

You fucking say.

Fuck you.

Huh?

Come on, come on.

Where's the rotor to the van?

Hmm? Huh?

Easy.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(bell rings)

Fuck me.

(grunts)

(laughs)

Sounds like you're down to die.

(grunts)

Son of a bitch.

(somber music)

(grunts)

Fuck him, relax.

(grunts)

Don't be stupid.

(grunts)

(grunts)

I guess your crew

don't believe in the whole honor amongst these system.

The old man

is a heartless motherfucker.

That black man was on the ground.

He shot him up.

This fucking unloaded on him.

Bullshit.

Did it in front of my son.

(panting)

Bullshit.

And he put the guard up to my son's head.

(sighs)

(door opens)

(water splashing)

(somber music)

Look, I need you to be honest with me.

Do you know

where my brother is?

I just watched your dad kill a man.

If I knew where your brother was, believe me, I would tell you.

(panting)

That old man in there, that's my dad.

And honestly, man, it's a fucking miracle

that your son's still alive.

And now your kid, he's just a witness.

You don't let witnesses live.

I gotta find him.

You understand that, right?

But, I promise I am not going to let anything happen to you.

I am not going to let anything happen to you.

You girls having a nice chat?

I, I, I--

Why are you fucking talking to him?

I mean, I'm getting information.

Did you know that his father has your fucking brother?

Did you know that?

What information are you getting, huh?

Shut up.

Get up.

You're gonna get us out of this.

Because if you don't, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Walk.

Smorten up.

I never wanted to hurt anybody, okay?

I sure as hell don't want anything to happen to your kid.

You sure the fuck don't.

The toilets need scrubbing, Mercer.

The toilets need scrubbing.

I got somebody here who wants to talk to you.

Don't trust him.

Don't listen to anything he says, man.

Press the button.

Say, "Dad."

Dad?

What?

They're gonna kill me.

Dad?

They're gonna kill me, dad?

Dad, they're gonna kill you.

If you don't do what they say.

Mercer, how about a drink?

Your son, from my son, and the rotor is a liar.

They're just gonna kill you and then your son.

Fuck up!

Your kid's gonna get a bullet in the head.

You're gonna help me get my son.

(tense music)

It's almost over, Crenshaw.

Hey, stop right there!

Dad!

Stop!

Get the rotor.

Reed!

You good?

Dad, I'm cool.

I'm cool.

You gotta put it back in the van.

After all the bullshit you put me through tonight,

you're lucky I don't just kill this motherfucking kid right now.

Give me my son.

You killed one of my guys.

You fucked up my life.

Let us go, and you can go right back to whatever the fuck you was doing.

And if I don't?

Then we got a problem, homie.

Well, then I guess we got a fucking problem, homie.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, Crenshaw.

Get down!

Go, go, go!

(gunshots)

Wow, shit, get us!

Get up!

It's gonna break!

You all right?

Get out!

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

You gotta wire the car up front!

Keep the pressure.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Hey, you're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

Come on!

Oh, fuck!

Go!

Get away with my money!

(tires screech)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Good.

Oh, my God.

I'm all right!

It needs a hospital.

Come on, push.

Just keep pushing.

Hold the pressure.

Stay with me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Guess what?

What?

My ranch.

My ranch.

Shoot him!

Oh, shit!

(tires screech)

He's losing a lot of life!

I don't wanna die, Regan!

Hold on!

Hold on.

Hold it.

Don't let him make you throw it over.

Don't look back!

Get out of here, you better help me!

You should've taken care of that.

No!

Fuck!

Get him out of here!

What happened?

Put your head up.

Fuck me!

(tires screech)

Daddy got in!

Daddy!

No, shit!

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

(tires screech) (tires screech)

(tires screech)

Fucking hell!

Hey.

I did the best that I could, son.

I'm sorry it wasn't enough.

(gasp)

(gasp)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

You motherfucker!

Do you know how much you car?

(gasp)

I'm crying.

I'm crying too.

(sigh)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(sigh)

Yeah.

(sigh)