All language subtitles for Thick As Thieves

[engine rumbling]

-["Da Da Da" by Trio]
-♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

[brakes hissing]

-♪ Da, da, da ♪
-[brakes hissing]

♪ Da, da, da ♪

You got 20 minutes.
Don't be late.

♪ Da, da, da ♪

9:12, I'm gone.

♪ Da, da, da ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

♪ Uh-huh ♪

-[doorknob rattles]
-♪ Uh-huh ♪

-[key clinking]
-♪ Uh-huh ♪

-[clack]
-[door creaking]

-[moaning and panting]
-[woman] Ow, you're in my hair.

-[Anne] Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait! Okay, go.
-[growling and barking]

[Anne shushes]
G-- get off.
Get off, get off, get off.

The sign says "Closed,"
god dammit!

[whispers]
Mackin, what are you doing here?

-I live here.
-I know, but I thought you said

we're gonna take
three months off
until things cool down.

-I said two months,
and it's been two months.
-Did you?

-I thought you
said three months.
-Ah.

So, how are you doing, baby?
Did you miss me?

Yeah, I did, of course.
It's just, I thought, you know,

-with all that money,
you'd be long gone, you know.
-The money's here, Anne.

-[car door closes outside]
-Where?

Outside,
it's been here the whole time.
Unless somebody took it.

-[inaudible]
-[kissing and moaning]

[whispers]
It's been so long,
baby, so long.

-Have you been saving it for me?
-Oh, yeah.

-The money.
-Oh, yeah.

You know
what would be a great idea?

If one of us went out and got it
because if it's just
sitting out there

unguarded, you know,
it'd be a shame to lose it
after three months.

-Two months.
I'd like to take a shower.
-Two months.

Fantastic, that's a great idea.
You get cleaned up
and I'll run out

and get the money for us.

That's a fabulous idea,
let me tell you where it is.

You know the oil drum that's
in the alley, on the other side
of the building?

-The big skanky brown one? Yeah.
-The very one.

At the bottom
of that oil drum is a paint can,

a one gallon paint can,
and the money
is in that paint can.

-Paint can! [laughs] Great.
-Uh-huh.

Hurry up before
somebody sees you!

-["Da Da Da" continues]
-♪ Da, da, da ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

-♪ Da, da, da ♪
-[sharply exhales]

♪ Da, da, da
I don't love you
You don't love me ♪

♪ Da, da, da
I don't love you
You don't love me ♪

♪ Da, da, da
I don't love you
You don't love me ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

[dog barking]

♪ Da, da, da ♪

[gasping]

♪ I know why you went away
Uh-huh ♪

-♪ Understand you couldn't stay
Uh-huh ♪
-[dog whimpering]

♪ Wonder where you are today
Uh-huh ♪

♪ After all is said and done ♪

-[thuds]
-♪ It was right for you to run ♪

[song continues in German]

♪ Da, da, da ♪

-Thanks a lot.
-[hissing]

♪ Da, da, da ♪

[engine rumbling]

♪ Da, da, da
I don't love you
You don't love me ♪

♪ Da, da, da
I don't love you
You don't love me ♪

♪ Da, da, da ♪

[upbeat jazz music]

[music continues]

[vinyl softly crackling]

[horns honking in distance]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[soft rattling]

[gentle music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-[glass shattering]
-[clattering]

-[glass shattering]
-[clattering]

[man on PA]
I need a cleanup on aisle four.

You're packed.
That's a good sign.

-Just in case.
-How's it going?

-Good.
-So what do you think?

-Think of what?
-This.

-I think it's
a grocery store, Frank.
-I know, it's ours.

Huh! When did Chicago get
in the grocery business?

It's a long story.

A guy named Hookright.

Can you believe that,
"Hookright"?

He inherits this chain
of grocery stores, 16 of them,

from his grandfather,
some bullshit like that.

Mr. Hookright is
what you could call
a fuckup with major appetites.

He gets in deep, comes to us
needing 140 large in a hurry,

and bada-fucking-bing,
we're in the grocery business.

-[chuckles]
-It's a ball breaker business,
Mackin.

Grocery stores operate
in a margin so small

you need a microscope
and a cp-fuckin'-a to see it.

This affordable food
for the masses crap
is bleeding us to death.

I've grown to hate
the American public.

See, this is
what I'm talking about.

Hold on a second.

Stop stealing
those goddamn peanuts!

[scoffs] He dropped them
back in the bin

after he's had his grubby
old man hands all over them.

So sanitary.

So what do you need?

This guy in Detroit has
a line on a printing plant.

Food stamps. He says
like a quarter of a mill worth.

I never did
food stamps before, Frank.

The reason you don't hear
about this kind of score
going down every day

is that you can only
sell food stamps
for 50% face on the street,

and that's
way too much exposure.

Only grocery stores
can turn them into money.

I'll need some time
to check it out,
get my guys together,

-go out there.
-That's the bad part.

It has to go down this weekend.

It's Labor Day,
the plant will be closed
for three days.

The stamps are on site.

Tuesday morning they'll be moved
to a state warehouse.

I don't like running
into these things half-assed,
Frank.

-Help me out
on this one, Mackin, huh?
-You know how I like to work,

I like to have some control
over the situation.

It's a printing plant,
for Christ's sake!

A cub scout den can
take it down. They need you

because the stamps are
in the storage building
with reinforced walls

and a steel door, and you need
a burning bar to pop it.

The guy doesn't have anyone
who could run a burning bar.

-How's the money work?
-[deeply sighs]

You fly to Detroit today.
Take a look at the plant.

Bust it over the weekend
and fly home.

Twenty grand cash on the spot,
pure fluff found money.

Okay, I'll go,
I'll check it out.

But if I don't like it,
I'm gone.

Thanks, Mackin.

Your plane leaves in an hour.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

[engine rumbling]

The guard's gone.

[doors slamming]

Check the perimeter,
I'll meet you back here.

[zipper hissing]

[suspenseful music]

Yo, it's clear.

[soft clicks]

[soft rattling]

[soft hissing]

You might wanna
stand back a bit.

[sharp hissing]

Yo, man, look at that shit.

[music increases]

[whooshing]

This is it.

Let's move them out.

[dishware softly clinking]

[gentle music playing]

[clinking continues]

[chuckles softly]

Yo, man, he just Sugar Bear,
don't pay him no mind.

So, how'd it go?

Went fine.

-[clack]
-Merch is in the van.

Van is in the garage,
garage is locked.

And I sent Danny
and Little Benny home.

Now, Danny thought
that I was supposed to pay them,

but I told him that you
would take care of it today.

Damn, man,
Danny got attitude. [chuckles]

He get ill with you?

I don't know what that means,
but judging from the context,
no.

You, uh, owe me some money.

It's all good.
Pointy got you covered.

[paper rustling]

Car's in the lot, red Toyota.

Keys under the mat.

It's been fun. I'm out of here.

I'll leave the car
in the long term
parking at the airport.

You eat them hashbrown?

[door creaking]

Oh, yeah.

[soft clinking]

Here, you can take
your fork back.

[engines rumbling]

[tape clatters]

[lively jazz music playing]

[rain splattering]

[siren wails]

[siren wailing]

-[softly] Shit.
-[siren wailing]

[rain splattering]

[thunder rumbling]

-[shouting] Out of the car!
-Open the door slowly,
keep your hands up.

Lay face down on the street.

Your arms wide, move.

Move those hands
and you're dead!

Eat some street, asshole, now!

[grunts]

I'll cuff you,
don't make this hard.

Take it easy, pal,
you know the drill.

-[grunting]
-[handcuffs clinking]

[ominous music]

[thunder rumbling]

[doors slam]

Oh, check this out.

-It's pretty good, huh?
-[chuckles]

You wanna tell me
what this is about, officer?

First of all, you are driving
a stolen car, Mr., uh,

Moffitt.

And you're carrying
a large amount of cash.

You are one suspicious
character, Mr. Moffitt.

I'm sure
this isn't gonna check out
to be talcum powder.

[man 1]
And this,
this is not good at all.

[handcuffs clinking]

No Miranda, no backup.

Somebody tipped you?

Pointy tipped you?

[laughs]

[handcuffs clinking]

So when you gonna kill me?

[man 2]
Couple of minutes.

-Please don't rush us.
-Shit, man,
you made me lose count.

See what you did?

-[gunshot fires]
-[indistinct shouting]

[tense music]

[gunshot fires]

[grunts]

[lively jazz music playing]

[engine rumbling]

[panting]

[softly] Shut up.

[dramatic music]

[jazz music]

[engine rumbling]

[train rattling]

[keys clinking]

[door slams]

[water running]

[panting]

[tense music]

[clattering]

[dishware clinking]

-And how about you, sir?
-Some coffee, please.

[jazz music]

[siren wailing]

-Um, thanks.
-No problem.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Contact shots,
from a real big gun, too.

[camera shutter clicking]

Tighten up, Larry,
we got work to do.

[sighs]

It says here dispatch had
no radio transmissions.

They were both scheduled off
yesterday and today.

[horn honking]

All right,
could give me a flatbed?

This whole car is
going to the lab.

-[deeply inhales]
Where's the coffee?
-Over there.

[hip-hop music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[cell phone ringing]

-Get some more.
-Okay--

I'm not trying to be greedy,
but where's
the sweet potato pie, Mom?

I can't believe
you got rid of the beemer, man.
It had everything, man.

Tinted windows, niche bahn rims,

triple-thick paint job,
and fire engine red, man!

Shit, I just get teary eyed
just thinking about this shit.

Look, man, I ain't
with that ghetto shit no more.

[birds chirping]

I'm on a smooth Renaissance tip.

But a Volvo?

What kind of Black man
drives a Volvo?

A Black man
that appreciates safety.

Shoot, this bad boy got
side airbags, kid.

I get in an accident,
it's all good.

[scoffs]
Straighter than straight.

Your burger's ready,
baby. [chuckles]

Oh!

-We got any Dijon, Ma?
-Dijon?

We got yellow mustard, baby,
you gonna have to suffer
with the rest of us common folk.

[engine rumbling]

Dang, man,
what you doing here, man?

You interrupted
my special family time and shit.

[Dink]
Trouble.

The thief killed the cops.

God damn!

Sorry, Mama.

[engine rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

Damn, Mackin. I know
your ass must be in hot water

-if you taking the bus.
-Yeah.

So, how hot are you?

I'm all right now.

Bo said you ran
into some trouble.

-I had to kill two cops.
-[woman on PA] ...the shuttle
to Chicago O'Hare airport

-will leave in 15 minutes.
-[indistinct chatter]

Well, it looks like the cops
ran into some trouble.

-...passenger...
-[engine rumbling]

[phones ringing]

-So, what do you got?
-They were both dirty.

I've been investigating them
for three months,
along with some others,

cheapjack stuff, mostly.

We're gonna put it in front
of the grand jury next month.

So, what do you guys got?

Checking out some leads.
Maybe a witness seeing
a car leave the scene.

-Nothing promising.
-You've got cops.
You got a big one, Louise.

[background chatter]

-When are you on?
-Fifteen minutes.

Print people have a deadline.

All right, I'm gonna get
some more coffee.

-You want some?
-God, no. I get my coffee
on the outside.

You guys, an internal affairs
highfalutin bunch.

You betcha.

[cars honking]

[country music playing]

[engine rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

[dishware clinking]

Welcome home.

Good to be home.

-Where's my boy?
-[exhales]

He's outside in the street,
playing.

[laughs]

Oh, there he is.

He's shedding
all over the place.

Hey! Holy boy, look at you.

My God, did you miss me?

-[dog whimpering]
-Did you miss me, Wally?

-Did he eat good?
-As well
as a 15-year-old dog can.

-He's in bad shape, huh?
-Yeah, I kind of
figured out that.

-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
-Did he take his pills?

Yeah, he hates them. He bit me.

Well, I'm gonna take
my boy home, brush his teeth.

I bet you didn't brush
his teeth all weekend.

Right, I didn't brush
my teeth all weekend.

[softly barking]

[softly growling]

-[whimpering]
-Uh--

Hey, I thought
you liked this kind.

This is poultry flavor.

-[whimpering]
-Huh?

["Fugue" by The Swingle Singers]

[dog whimpering]

[Dink]
We can't do shit
with those stamps,

and the Italians sure
as shit don't want them now.

[whirring]

Shit.

[machine]
Player on ball seven.

250 in stamps, gone.

[gentle Italian music playing]

Fuck it. Lose them, Dink.

If I catch that fucking thief,

I'm gonna shoot him up
250,000 goddamn times.

[machine]
Player on ball eight.

I don't get why you did it,
Pointy.

-[soft thud]
-Did what?

-Try to shake down the thief.
-[machine] Player on ball...

He goes home pissed off,
calls Riles,

we got the fucking Italians
all over our ass.

I don't see
no percentage for us.

He wasn't supposed
to go home, Dink.

Plus, I figure, it's a good way
to pay off the cops

-without it coming out
of my goddamn pocket.
-Twenty grand, though?

Don't seem like much
for all the bullshit
we gotta deal with now.

Thank you
for the 2020 hindsight, kid.

Check it.

Two cops with guns...

...should've been able
to take out one goddamn thief.

Fools went
to the police academy and shit.

They should know how to operate
a goddamn firearm.

Shit, I had some logic
to this shit, Dink.

Stop second guessing my ass.

Well, the cops be crying
over Kendall and McNamara.

You probably ought to get
out of town for a while,
let that shit die down.

Plus, I need
to make arrangements
with our Italians on this.

[machine]
Game over.

It's gonna cost us.

Set it up.

I'll take Cassandra to Miami,
a week or two.

You be all right?

Yeah, I'll handle it.

[whimpers]

[clattering]

Is there something else
you can give him?

There must be something
you can do.

I can give him painkillers,

but I can't keep
giving them to him forever.

Think it might be
time to think about
what we talked about earlier?

-Oh, I'm not ready yet.
-I know.

But it's him
you have to think about,

and I'm afraid it's not
gonna get any easier.

I'm not gonna let him suffer.

I just need to work
this whole thing out.

Yeah, I understand.

-You got a phone
around here I could use?
-Sure, it's right behind you.

[dog whimpering]

Local?

Yeah.

Oh, take your time.

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

-Riles.
-Mackin.

I had no idea. I thought
Williams was a straight up guy.

If you want, I'll drop a dime,
he'll be dead tomorrow morning.

I, I'll take care of him, Frank,
it's something I'd like
to deal with personally.

Yeah, how?

Gotta go back and see Pointy
try to work this thing out.

I'll need some information.
If you could help me with that,
I'd appreciate it.

Whatever you need, let me know.

Good.

[hip-hop music]

So just lay low, all right?

Wait for this cop thing
to cool out.

-Okay.
-All right.

This is a pain
in my narrow Black ass.

Pointy be on the beach, too.

Chilling with
that fine ass bitch.

Shit, man, I think she got
some Indian in her.

Like Cherokee or some sasquatch
or some shit like that.

[siren wailing]

Want to talk to you
downtown, Reese.

Where you warrant at?

Behind that preposition.

-What?
-Learn some grammar.

You can't end a sentence
with a preposition.

Oh. Then, uh, where you
warrant at, motherfucker?

[woman on radio]
5-11...

You want me to get out
of this car? 'Cause I will
get out of this car,

take my stick
and wear your ass out.

It's no problem, officer.

No problem.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[phone ringing in distance]

I'm not saying a word
till my lawyer gets here.

[Louise]
He's on his way.

[deeply sighs] We got
a little problem here, Dink.

We know Kendall and McNamara
were working for you.

Now they're dead.

We thought maybe
you could help us out.

[door closes]

-Hello, Louise.
-Hi, Ralph.

Detective Tenesco.

-What seems to be
the problem here?
-[Tenesco] Your client had

a relationship with the two
detectives killed this weekend.

We're hoping he can help us out.

-I see.
-We just wanna talk, Ralph.

Well, my client assures me
that he has absolutely

no knowledge about the death
of the two detectives.

In the absence of any charges,
we'll be leaving.

-Thanks for your help, Ralph.
-No problem, Louise.

[Tenesco]
See you, Dink.

[white noise]

[gentle music playing]

Why don't you hire somebody
to help you, Sal?

You'll hurt your back.

I'm not gonna hire somebody
to help me hook up a VCR,

honey, anybody should
be able to do this.

Well, let Frank help you.

Yeah, let me help you, sir.
Here, let me see that.

All right. Uh, the, uh,
that goes into the left channel.

And I don't know, this is
all for the surround sound.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, that one goes
for the antenna.

[birds chirping]

There's a problem, Sal.

Huh. Need the owner's manual?

[Frank]
No.

The food stamp score.

Apparently, Williams tried
to rip off the thief
and it all went to hell.

And now Williams and the thief
are blaming each other.

Williams is greedy, Francis.
Greedy people make mistakes.

-[indistinct chatter on TV]
-Yeah, yeah, hold, hold--
hold it there.

-[chattering on TV]
-Here's a video
of our little Sal

practicing his, uh,
his T-ball game.

-Huh.
-We're gonna have that
in stereo now.

-[bat thuds]
-But here's what you do.

Give the thief what he wants.

We owe him that
because he has been our friend.

Then you call
Mr. Pointy Williams,

and you ask him
to make a gesture to us

because of the stamps,
not the whole thing, of course,

just a token. For our pride.

[man laughing on TV]

-Finish up, Ray, we're through.
-There! [chuckles]

[laughing]
That's my favorite part.
He hit him right in the balls!

-[Frank laughing] Yeah.
-[laughter]

-Hey, Ray, come here,
take a look at this.
-How do you put that on hold?

-[laughter]
-[man grunts on TV]

That's very funny.

[man]
So this is it, the absolute
best we have available.

[birds chirping]

Brochure says
there's a babbling brook,
I don't hear any, uh...

...babbling.

It hasn't rained in a while.

After a rain, it babbles.

Is it quiet here?

The highway's
far enough away so...

-[whimpers]
-...you can't even hear it.

As you can see, it's,
it's beautiful here.

[dog whimpering]

We like to think of ourselves
as the absolute best

pet cemetery in the Midwest.

And we'll go toe to toe
with the best human cemeteries
in terms of location.

Maybe this is the place.

[barks]

Huh, see, I think
that was a yes. [chuckles]

I think that was a bark.

I'm not so far gone
I think my dog speaks English.

Okay. We'll take it.

[whimpers]

We'll take it.

[salsa music]

[engine rumbling]

Hurry up, Pointy.
Damn, I'm bored!

If I had known I'd spend
my whole trip in Miami

on a golf course,
I would've kept my ass at home.

-[grunts softly] Calm down.
-Mr. Williams!

Food's ready, anyway.

Oh!

Buenos días, here it is,
fresh from our restaurant.

Would you like
to charge this to your room?

Yes, yes.

Smells good. Mm!

I own a French restaurant,
you know.

Best French restaurant
in Motown, straight up.

Well, I can tell
from your choice of dishes, sir,

that you have very fine taste.

Well, my good man,

if you are ever in Detroit,
come by Vingt-et-un.

Ask for Pointy.

Thank you, sir.

[music continues]

Lord, please bless this food.

We thank you
for the nourishment of our--

What the fuck are you doing?

I-- Don't snort that shit

while I'm saying
my praises to the Lord.

You want us both
to go straight to hell?

For what? What commandments
am I violating, Pointy?

I'll tell you what commandment.

Thou should stop acting
like a blaspheming bitch.

God damn, no home training.

Shit. Take the bitch
out the ghetto,

but you just can't take
the bitch out the ghetto!

-Yo, what's up, Dink?
-[sighs]

It's me. You call Hot Sauce?

Yeah, I know I'm supposed
to lay it low, but look,

I've been working
on this deal for six months

and the deal's got
to go down now.

[knocks on the table]

Yo, this some high grade
Peruvian shit, man.

[snorts] Wholesale prices, baby.

Samples alone been wearing
me and Cassandra out.

Just-- yo, just handle it.

What, I gotta do everything?

Cash is in the safe.

[birds chirping]

[dishware clinking]

You are so country.

[light hip-hop music]

[deeply inhales]
Man, this shit is ridiculous.

A nigga who offers
to sell you four kilos
for the price of three

is probably not a good nigga.

Who we meeting with, again?

[Dink]
Some silly motherfucker
named Hot Sauce.

[chuckles] See what I'm saying?
I mean, how you gonna do
serious business

with some project nigga
who calls himself Hot Sauce?

Sugar Bear?

[laughs and inhales]

[sighs]

[engines rumbling]

[crickets chirping]

[Dink]
Danny, get out
and go round the back.

[music continues]

[water dripping]

-[grunting]
-What the fuck? What the--

-So, what's this all about?
-Where's the cash?

[laughs] You ain't
crazy enough to think

you can fuck
with Pointy Williams
and survive, are you?

Just give us the shit,
we'll give you the cash.

Where's Pointy?
Where the fuck is Pointy?

Pointy Williams don't handle
penny any bullshit
like this himself.

Right now,
he's back at the office
trying to figure out

how many pieces
to leave your mommy in

if you try
to fuck with him on this.

So...

...where's the coke?

Coke's in your fucking mind,
bitch.

Question is, where's the cash?

You be careful with that.

-Lot of guns in this room.
-Sauce, look out behind you!

-[gunshot fires]
-[grunting]

[gunshot fires]

-[thudding]
-[screaming]

-What's your problem, boy?
[grunts]
-[thuds]

-Sugar Bear. Sugar Bear!
-Yo, man,
son of a bitch popped a cap

next to my motherfucking ear,
man!

Shit, I can't hear shit,
man! [panting]

Motherfucker,
what's your problem, boy? Huh?

-[grunting]
-[thudding]

[man groaning]

-[Dink grunting]
-Uh, sorry I took so long.

I think I stepped
on a hypodermic needle...

-No, no, man, you did great.
-...or something, man.

They were gonna do us, sure
as shit. You were great, man.

-[thudding]
-Motherfucker!
Look at you now, boy.

Look at you now!
Look at you, motherfucker, punk!

-[man grunting]
-Am I bleeding?

-I don't know, man.
-I'm bleeding?

I don't know,
you're covered in that shit,

but I think
most of it's his, man.

-I mean, your head
ain't bleeding.
-Okay, okay. We--

Okay. we gotta move fast.
Okay, Danny, go start the car.

-[indistinct shouting]
-[grunting and groaning
continue]

Put the shotgun
in your jacket, man, come on!

Come on. Sugar, you hear me?
Sugar, you hearing me?

Yo, man, I hear you.
It's just one side, man.

Okay, well, just get
the wallets, the guns, whatever.

Come on, let's get out.
Stop fucking around,
let's get out of here.

[panting]

-Look at you now, punk.
-[gun clicks]

-[gunshot fires]
-[gun clicks]

I don't suppose there's
anything I can say
that would convince you

to let this thing lie
for a while, is there?

[jazz music playing]

Bo, I'm going tomorrow.

-If you don't want to come,
don't come.
-No, I'll go, but--

and I'll call Rodney,
he'll probably go,
but nobody will tell you

it's the most professional thing
you've ever done.

Hey.

We go tomorrow.

[man]
I got no trouble believing that,
let me tell you, Frank.

Hey, the man was lucky
he got clear.

Fucking spade will kill you
as soon as look at you.

Believe me.

Uh-huh.

Absolutely, Frank.

You give my respects to Sal.

Tell him the stuff he sent me
for the roses works great.

Ellen is thrilled.

Okay, you too, Frank.

That was Frank.

Yeah, I heard.

-So, what's he need from us?
-Frank wants us to put together

everything we can find
on Williams's operation.

Find out where he keeps the cars
before he ships them
to New York.

The warehouse
on the highway frontage road.

He leases it from us.

Well, hell, I knew that.

You put together
a list of that shit

and get it to Frank
tomorrow morning, okay?

I got a feeling
that by this time next week,

Mr. Pointy Williams is
gonna have a full-time job

covering his own ass. [laughs]

I declare--

[laughs]

So that's the deal. Bottom line
is there's money up there,

and I'm gonna go
and get me some.
Are you in or are you out?

-[laughs] I'm in.
-What about you, you in or out?

I'm in like Flynn.

I got this addiction to money
I just can't seem to shake.

[jazz music playing]

I declare--

-Oh! Damn!
-You suck man. [laughs]

So what? Beat me
at this little card game,
congratulations.

Let's see you beat me
in a real sport.

Wha-- what I wanna know is,
is there a problem here?

Bo bragging that he can
beat me in this card game?

That shit's 100% luck.

No, I'm talking
about Pointy being Black.

[Rodney]
So what?

If I come to you 'cause the guy
who's fucking with me is white,

am I gonna ask you
the same thing?

Pointy Williams ain't never did
shit for me, fuck him.

Fuck you too.

We partners or what?

Yeah.

100%.

[deeply exhales]

-You still suck at war, man.
-Fuck you.

[laughter]

[mockingly laughs]

[clatters]

What do you got for me, Lou?

[sighs] A witness identified
a red Toyota leaving the scene.

We found
an abandoned car downtown
that matched the description.

Bloody clothes in the trunk.

-Any prints? Mm.
-Not on the car.

No prints on the casings,
not even smears.

Guy wipes the shells
before he fills his magazine.

He's a pro.

We did find a thumbprint
on a cassette in the tape deck.

Had SID run a trace
through the NCIC.

But the database is down,
so it may take a while.

-Anything else?
-[Louise] Yeah, that tape.

It's a jazzy scatty
kind of thing.

Yeah, what about it?

[phone distantly ringing]

It's good.

-["Mah na mah na"
by Pierro Umiliani]
-[singers vocalizing]

[soft clicks]

[deeply inhales]

Damn!

-What's wrong?
-[grunts]

There's a scratch.

It's really little.

But it's there, you see?

[soft clattering]

[Mackin]
See?

Oh, I see it.

[chuckles]

I wouldn't worry about that one,
I mean, it's in between tracks.

["Mah na mah na" continues]

Well, it's the really little
ones that get under my skin

for some reason I don't know.
[softly laughs]

I'll give you 10% off
for having the eagle eye.

That's the best I can do.

[deeply sighs] I don't know.

Fine.

If you think
you can find Astrid Gilberto

and Walter Wanderly
on album together

in better condition than this,
go for it.

-It's a good point.
-[chuckles]

[phone ringing]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[grunts]

[phone ringing]

-Hello? Hey, hey.
-Mackin. Right up the road.

At a place called
the Circle 7 Motel, room 116.

-All right,
you wanna hook up tonight?
-No.

I'll meet you guys
for breakfast over there.

Say, nine o'clock?

-Cool.
-[dog whimpers]

-We're tired.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We?

I brought the dog.
I'll see you tomorrow.

[dog whimpers]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

He brought the dog.

[rain splattering]

[suspenseful music]

[Danny]
Yo, Dink.

Who's the dude with a gun
in the alley?

Who is he?

Um, could be working
for the thief, uh,

could be part of that crew
we danced with at the Towers.

I'm so tired of the drama.

Unlock the hallway door.

When he comes through,
you put his ass to sleep.

Pointy will wanna talk to him.

Yeah, when's Pointy coming back?

Plane gets here
tomorrow morning.

That's good,
won't be so many people.

-Traffic around the airport
is a bitch.
-Hmm.

[door softly creaking]

[thunder rumbling]

-[grunting]
-[thudding]

[light jazz music]

[dog sniffing]

[deeply inhales and grunts]

So, I'm sure
you got a perfect explanation

for bringing your dog
on this joy ride, Mackin.

Yes, I do.

He's on his last legs, I gotta
put him to sleep next week.

-Mack.
-I wanna spend
some quality time with the dog.

[both chuckle]

-Man, we can't have
your mind on the dog.
-[dog whimpers]

Uh, we, we, we got
some serious business

-to do here, man.
-It's not, it's not quality time

anyway, man. I mean,
the, the fucking dog
is sitting there eating,

-eating scrambled eggs!
-[mumbles]
That's that man's dog.

If he says it's quality time,
then it's quality--

you ain't never had
a fucking dog

-in your fucking life.
-I've had-- I've had a dog.

I've had a dog and I,
and I don't take my fucking dog

-to a hotel room, you know.
-[Mackin] Gentlemen. Gentlemen.

Let's get back to business,
shall we?

I wanna do
the Black Hole tonight.

All right.

I'll check it out
this afternoon.

Yo, man, Pointy's in,
he's acting kind of weird.

What's he doing?

Man, this nigga got,
like, five little pieces

of cloth on his desk,
just staring at them shits.

[gentle Italian music playing]

[door creaking]

[door creaks and closes]

[Dink]
What up, Pointy?

What you doing, man?

Checking out these swatches.

What?

Swatches, man.

Sample pieces of cloth,
so you could figure out

what fabric to cover
your furniture here.

Thinking of doing
that sofa over there
in a straw-colored rangoon.

So what's going on around here?

Well, let's see, um,

as you know, we almost got
our heads blown off

at the Walnut Towers.
Uh, the thief is supposed

to be on his way
back here and, uh, huh...

Oh, yeah, some nigga
I never seen before climbed
the fire escape with a piece,

-so we had to knock his ass out.
-What?

Yeah, he's waiting for you
in the storage closet.

Welcome home.

[deeply exhales]

Let's go see the nigga
in the closet.

[soft clinking]

-[soft clicks]
-[grunting]

[Pointy]
Oh, shit, man.

That's Malcolm Steel,
the nigga that set up the deal
at the Towers, man.

-I thought y'all killed him.
-[Dink] Killed everyone there.

-[muffled] ...motherfuckers.
-He wasn't there.

Let me talk
to this motherfucker.

[shouts] Fuck you, Pointy!

You don't fuck with the wrong
motherfucker. I'm from Gary,

-bitch, we don't-- [groans]
-[thud]

[spits]

[grunting]

[Pointy]
You from Gary, huh?

Let me tell you where I'm from.

Little place called
fresh off a nigga's ass.

And you just made me homesick.

[softly chuckles]

Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm.

You stupid motherfucker, you.

Wouldn't bad enough
that you sent all your people
to get killed,

now you got to come down here
and die your damn self?

Oh, shit!

[light melancholic music]

Tell me, man, who was it
that we killed at the Towers

who's so important
that you had to come down here?

A brother?

Well... your brother
fucked up, kid.

Now the nigga's dead.

So why don't you just enjoy
your last few moments here,

marinating in your own juices

while me and my people
figure out, you know,

what to do with your corpse.

After that, I'll come back
and kill you personally,
all right?

[grunting]

[muffled shouting]

[Pointy]
Night, John boy.

Don't open it here, Nick.

I photocopied parts
of seven different files.

Everything in that folder
has been cleared for your use.

Background only, by the chief.

This conversation is
also background only.

Deep background,
no direct quotes,

"Attribution
at departmental sources.

Close to the investigation,"
whatever you guys write.

Photographs you can print
once you run the story.

-What is the story?
-Oh, make me run the whole thing

down for you, Nick?
Trust me, it's unpleasant enough

to make you very happy.

Mm, lovely.
How long do I have to wait?

A week would be beautiful,
we have an officer undercover.

Mm-mm, no,
I can't wait a week, you know,

Martians could land
on the White House in a week,

I'd still be sitting
on yesterday's news.

Would you cut me some slack?
I'm being good to you.

Oh, like I haven't been good
to you, Louise?

Come on, what about
the pawn shop thing?

You know, I'm not trying
to keep score around here,

but if, uh,
if we're gonna talk about tips,

I'd think I've got
a few coming to me.

I'm aware of that,
why do you think I'm here?

[background chatter]

I just need a week, Nick.

[ambient music playing]

All right.

Pleasure doing business
with you, my friend.

Uh-huh.

You know, every time we get
together it's always business.

It wouldn't hurt you
to have me over to your house
for dinner sometime.

Yeah, it would.

[upbeat jazz music playing]

But I'm telling you,
though, Claude, man...

[chuckles] when I was down
in South Beach...
[sharply exhales]

...that lyonnais calf
sweetbread was très,

trèsgood.

Wouldn't be so bad if we had
something like that here.

[in French accent]
So, I'm supposed
to follow the Cubans?

They're experts
in French food, now?

Hey, hey, hey, man,
not saying all that.

I'm just-- look, man,
I'm not trying to mess with
your culinary artistry, man.

I'm just throwing out
suggestions and whatnot.

Come on, man, you my man,
best chef in Motown, no doubt.

Fine, Peter.

Come on, Claude, man.
Just don't get so upset, man.

Come on, I need you here, man.

Man, if another restaurant
came out and tried
to steal you away from me,

I don't know what I would do,
man. I'd probably kill you,
I'd be so jealous.

Oh, man, Claude! [laughs]
Come on, man. I'm only--
I'm only kidding, man.

Claude, c-- man, come here,
come here. Come here, man.
You my man, all right?

You cool?

[laughs] Hey, now!
But you know, don't leave me.

All right, man.
I'll check you later, all right?

[music continues]

[singer singing in French]

-Kayhill.
-[Kayhill] ...thank you.

Did you miss me as much
as I missed you?

Mr. Williams... how was Florida?

Mm, it's pretty good.

Been better if you would
had come along.

[softly] Yeah.

You kind of here,
uh, a little early.

Just checking the schedule.

So, uh...

-...you coming by this evening?
-Mm. [clicks tongue]

No, baby, I can't,
I got business.

But I'll see you a little later.

All right, now?

Mm-mm.

[hip-hop music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

[soft clinking]

[music continues]

[door rattling]

[people yelling]

Shut the music off now, now!

-Get down the on the floor!
-[gunshot fires]

-Now!
-Get down!

-Get the fuck down!
-[yelling]

Get down! Everybody get down,
get down now!

-Wha-- what?
-[people yelling]

Yeah! Get your fucking hands up!
Hands up!

Let's go,
empty the cash register now.

-Get down, down!
Get down! You, right now!
-Get the fuck down, down!

Let's go big man.

-Turn around.
-[Dink] Be cool, Sugar.

Over here, against the bar.
Let's go. Spread them!

[tense music]

The safe.

What safe?

-[gunshot fires]
-[people scream]

[man moans]

[door creaks]

[Mackin]
Empty it.

[woman crying]

Let's go, out!
Everybody stay down!

[Dink]
Want the coins, too?

So you're the thief, huh?

-We gonna kill you, thief.
-Sugar, please,
shut the fuck up.

So we even now, huh?

I'll think about that.
You tell Pointy Williams
I said, "Hey."

[shouting] We have
people outside. If you try
to leave, we will kill you!

Thank you for your time.

[door rattling]

[indistinct chatter]

[Dink]
I think Phil is fucked up. Damn.

[dramatic music]

-[gunshot fires]
-[electricity crackling]

[indistinct yelling]

[tires screeching]

You out of your fucking mind?
What'd you have to kill
the poor bastard for?

-We didn't kill anybody.
-Hey, Bo, the guy's not dead,
take it easy.

Go ahead and show him.

-It's a handbook, so what?
I don't get it.
-Convincers, man.

Less than half
the normal powder charge, right?

-No shot.
-No shot?

-Something hit
that poor son of a bitch.
-Rock salt.

Stings like a motherfucker,
but it ain't gonna kill nobody.

-[laughs]
-[laughs] Thanks for telling me.

By the way, how'd we do?

This is lot of cash in here,
it's mostly-- it's twenties.

I dunno, there's maybe 20--
25 grand in here.

[sighing] Yeah!
Can you move your seat forward?

[phone ringing]

-Mackin.
-So how far is this gonna go,
Mackin?

-He tried to kill me, Frank.
-I know.

Look, um... Sal's been asking
questions about this.

I'd like to get
this whole thing wrapped up.

I've got no wish to mess up
anything for you guys.

This is between me
and Pointy Williams,
no one else.

I understand that.

But if you can be
nice and snappy
with this whole revenge bit,

it'd really help us out.

All right, Frank.
All right, bye.

[engines rumbling]

-Good news, Louise?
-Found a thumbprint
matching our cassette.

A latent left
at the scene of a bank robbery
in Atlanta four years ago.

An insurance investigator
who worked the case
is faxing me a police sketch,

based on a guard's ID
from the Atlanta robbery.

We'll see how it matches up
with our police sketch
from the Black Hole.

[fax whirring]

[fax beeps]

Yep. I think that's our guy.

[soft ambient music playing]

Dink.

Hey.

So, I want my kilo.

I mean, I'm ready to go.

Can't, baby.

Nobody's getting anything,
but the major street players.

Maybe next month.

Best to be cool till then.

Yeah, well, the thief
is cutting into my shit now.

Hey, I'm all about getting paid,
you know what I'm saying?

[Dink]
I understand.

-Coffee, black.
-That's what I'm holding.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[coffee pouring]

-Keep it.
-All right, here.
Thank you very much.

I want this thing
to be over with the thief.

What do you have, Ricky?

[engines distantly rumbling]

Circle 7, room 116
in Garden City.

Ain't gonna be there
much longer.

-[thud]
-Gimme a call tomorrow.

You can pick up your kilo then.

All right, Dink!

Now that's what I pay
your Black ass for! [laughs]

[upbeat Italian music playing]

Listen up, kid.

Got something for you.

[door rattling]

[suspenseful music]

It is a damn shame
to see such fine automobiles
like these destroyed.

-Damn.
-Not when those automobiles
belong to Pointy Williams.

-[soft clattering]
-[gun cocks]

Set.

Look here.
You take them other two fools.

-[gun clicks]
-I got the thief.

Hey, Rodney.
See if those windows open up.

-It's getting
kind of thick in here.
-All right.

[gasoline splashing]

[engine rumbling]

Psst, psst! Company.

[door rattling]

-[gun cocks]
-Oh, shit.

Nice to see you again, Benny.

[hip-hop music playing]

All right, let's hit it.

[gasoline splashing]

Hey! Next time you see
Mr. Pointy Williams...

...you tell him now it's over.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Yo, man, sounds
like he's in there.

All right, look here.
We ain't gonna fuck around
with knocking on the damn door.

I saw what this dude can do
at the Black Hole.

And the best way
to deal with his ass

is to knock down the door
and light his ass up.

[fire crackling]

[fire whooshing]

[loud thuds]

-[gunshots firing]
-[dog cries]

Yo, man, I think
we hit somebody.

Check it out.
I'm checking the toilet.

[dogs distantly barking]

-[thudding]
-Oh, damn, man!

-Oh--
-Clear.

Yo, we killed his dog, man.

That's some seriously
fucked up shit.

-What's your
fucking problem, man?
-Yo, dude, I had a dog

when I was a kid.
Looked just like that one, man,
I'm feeling all bad and shit.

[panting]

Bet this will get
that thief's attention.

Yo, we already had
his attention, man.
Come on, let's go.

[engine rumbling]

Oh, man, I haven't done anything
like that in a long time.

Yeah, well,
we need to be thinking
about getting out of Detroit.

You down, Mackin?

We're done here.

[engine rumbling]

[somber music]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[trunk shuts]

They got Wally.

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone ringing]

What?

[Sugar Bear]
Yo, man, a cop is here.

She ain't got no warrant though,
want me to send her ass up?

[scoffs] Yeah.

[beep]

[soft Italian music playing]

Mr. Williams?

Detective Petrone.

I'm glad you're here.

Hope you got some leads
on those gentlemen
who robbed my club.

Oh, no, I'm not here for that.
I'm working
the Kendall-McNamara case.

Didn't you already go
through this dog and puppet show
with my man Dink?

-[scoffs]
-Well, actually, I thought

you might wanna see
something interesting on TV.

Should be on right about now,
channel 18.

[Pointy chuckles lightly]

[man on TV]
...earlier this afternoon.
The police suspect arson

in the burning of that warehouse
on Highway 45.

The warehouse was full
of high-end automobiles,

which were all burned
beyond recognition.

We'll follow this story
with more information

-as it becomes avail--
-[turns off TV]

I'm sorry,
did you say something?

I saw your lips move,
but I didn't hear anything.

[clears throat]
Well, then, I'll speak clearly

so you can understand me.

Fuck you.

Whatever that shit was
has nothing to do with me.

All right, Pointy,
let's stop bullshitting, okay?
I know it's the thief.

I know he is the guy
that took down the Black Hole.

I know you set him up
with the cops.

I strongly suspect he
just burned down that warehouse,

which, if the trail is right,
it's full of cars you stole.

Well, if you know so damn much,
then arrest me, then.

Lemme explain something, Pointy.
I don't give a shit about you.

I don't care
whether you go to jail,
whether you stay free,

whether you live,
whether you die.
You're some other cop's problem.

I'm working the Kendall-McNamara
case, I want the thief.

[clicks tongue]
What do you want from me?

Information.

I'm assuming you don't wanna
incriminate yourself

in anything,
so take a couple days.

Think about how you would
carefully word
what you say to me,

and I'll be visiting you soon.

[Pointy]
There ain't nothing
to get out of me.

I'm just
a humble restaurant owner.

All right. Bye, Mr. Williams.

[door creaks and closes]

-[Pointy shouts]
Goddamn you, bastard!
-[glass shattering]

My motherfucking caddy!

-I'm gonna-- goddamn it!
-[glass shattering]

Hey, Mack, he was
a cool little dog.

Sorry, man.

Look, I'm not gonna explain
to you the scope
of my relationship with the dog

because if I do,
the words are gonna sound

fucking stupid
coming out of my mouth!

Shit!

[whispers] Shit.

Okay, man, we understand.

I mean, but now
is the time for thinking.

We need to be thinking
about getting out of here
before things get worse.

[chuckling] Oh!

Things are gonna get a lot worse
for a certain dog killer!

-[gun cocks]
-[Bo] Mackin,
you were gonna put him

to sleep anyway. It was a dog!

Okay, we don't want to die
over a dog, for Christ's sakes.

Well, we're not gonna be
the ones doing the dying.

[dance music playing]

[Marie panting]

Williams people sent 10,000 cash
for the printing plant thing.

It's not much.

-But it's a gesture.
-"Possibility
that the violence is linked

to the Chicago mob...

...said to be headed for more
than a decade by Sal Capetti,

was labeled sheer speculation
by the Chicago FBI office

as were reports
that the investigation would act

as a catalyst to revive
the Midwest organized crime
strike force,

currently slated
to be disbanded next month."

It must end now, Francis.

Ten years I've taken care
of my business.

Never once have those parasites

at the Justice Department
come close to me.

To us.

Now, in a week,
everything goes to hell.

I see my name
back in the newspapers,

connected with
a food stamp heist.

Food stamps, for Christ's sake.

Oh, knock it off, Marie.

You're skinny enough as it is.

-What's our exposure?
-On paper, nothing.

The Feds can subpoena
the whole world, all they'll
find is that Hookright sold

51% of consolidated to
a real estate investment company

for $140,000.
That's what all the papers say.

And the rest of the real
estate people are clean.

So there's nothing written
down that indicates

who really controls the company.

This Mr. Hookright knows,
am I right?

Sort of, I guess.

Hookright was so coked up,
who knows what he remembers,
but yeah,

he knows he did the deal
with me personally.

Even if he doesn't really know
how much control he gave up,

and that's not good.

Seven, eight years ago,
all my people wanted
to be John Gotti.

-[Marie] Sal,
turn down the thermostat!
-[whispers] Shit.

Except you, of course, Francis.

You have always understood.

[beeping]

With the young men, they all
wanted to work for a Teflon Don

because they all wanted
to be Teflon Dons.

[jazz music playing]

Where's Gotti now?

Who's taking care
of Gotti's people now?

[deeply sighs]

I don't wanna be brought down
like that, Francis.

I'll tell you,
this formally must end.

The thief must go home.

No more newspaper stories.

Ho capito.

[fire crackling]

I'll take care of it.

["Une Rose Rouge"
by 60 French Girls playing]

-Richardson party?
Right this way.
-Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

-Hi, Pointy.
-[man] ...yeah.

Hang on one second.

Maybe the thief left down.
Ricky don't know where he is.

Well, if at first
you don't succeed, get out
the motherfucking kitchen.

Just tell Ricky to try harder.

Promise him something.
Shit, Dink, do I have to do

-all the thinking around here?
-Okay, I get it.

Don't mind me, miss,
I'm here to see the owner.

Mr. Williams,
I need to talk to you.

It's cool.

[engine rumbling]

[rain splattering]

You wait here ten minutes,
no more.

If I'm not out in ten minutes,
you go home.

This is fucked, Mackin.
You don't even know
if he's in there.

If he in there, we need to wait
for him to come out.

Do him outside, bam!

-I mean,
you ain't thinking here, dude.
-I'm tired of fucking around

with this guy!
He's in there, I can smell him.

Now, I go in there, I kill him,
I come out. We go home.

All right, Pointy. All right.

Report on my desk this morning
said a motel room

got machine gunned
in Garden City last night.

A dog got gunned down.

One of yours?

I don't know shit about no dog,
all right?

I don't know shit about no fire.
I don't know shit about no cars,

I don't know shit
about birthing no babies.

I don't know shit about shit.

["Une Rose Rouge" continues]

-Uh-oh.
-[Sugar Bear] What's up?

The thief just walked in.

Motherfucker!

[dramatic music]

-[gunshots firing]
-[indistinct yelling]

Freeze, Sugar Bear!

[gunshots continue]

Police!

-[gunshots firing]
-[yells]

[groaning]

-[people yelling]
-[crashing]

Drop the gun!

-[gun cocks]
-Freeze!

Freeze!

-[gunshot fires]
-[glass shatters]

-[yelling continues]
-Fuck this.

[rain splattering]

-Let's go, let's go!
-[Bo] Go, go, go, go!

-[tires screeching]
-[revving]

[ominous music]

[woman crying]

[gun clattering]

[indistinct chatter]

Clear, Sergeant.

-Clear.
-All right.

[phone beeping]

Officer Hassan. Vingt-et-un
Restaurant, downtown.

We need backup
and paramedics, now.

[thunder rumbles]

[suspenseful music]

Just talked to Riles.

He wants us to sit down today.

Someplace called
Momo Amusement on the west side.

He says Williams
will be there, no guns.

Gimme the address,
I'll take a cab.

-You guys should go home.
-No, fuck that.

Look, Riles said you could bring
one guy to the meet.

He figures it'll be Rodney
'cause he knows
I like to be the outside guy.

Probably means he's not
gonna kill me right away.

-I'll go alone.
-[Bo] The fuck you will, man.

I gotta scoped .227 Herrett
in the trunk,

it'll take the nuts off
a polar bear at 300 meters.

Anybody messes with you, they'll
be dead before hearing the shot.

Let's do the sit down,

make this right, then go home.

How about it, Rodney?

Gone this far.

[engines rumbling]

[Frank]
I understand. Right.

No, I'm taking care
of everything.

Yeah.

[beep]

10th floor penthouse.
I'll wait here.

[door slams]

[doorbell rings]

-Yeah.
-Wayne Hookright?

[Wayne]
Yeah, that's me, who is it?

[gunshot fires]

[thudding]

[Louise sighs]
Of all the times
I ever had to draw my weapon,

this is the first time
I ever fired it off the range.

No shit, you hit a clock.

-Hassan was solid, right?
-Are you kidding?

Two shots at an armed target,
both inside the kill ring.

You could cover
the entrance with a coaster.

I'll take that any day.

She's gonna fly
right through that hearing.

-Don't worry about her.
-Oh, good.

Don't forget these.

The paperwork I gotta do. Jesus!

No wonder I never shoot my gun.

[upbeat jazz music]

Hey, hey, hey. Leave that rifle
on the case, my friend.

A cop comes by,
you tell him you were hunting
on your way to Arkansas.

Mackin, if something goes down,
it's gonna take me forever

-to get a shot off.
-Nothing's gonna go down, Bo.

Riles knows that you're
out there somewhere watching.

The last thing he wants
right now is you

following him all the way
back to Chicago. Let's go.

-Keys.
-[keys clinking]

All set, Mr. Riles.

[soft suspenseful music]

I know about your side bet
with Dink Reeves, Ricky.

I don't really have
a problem with that.

I mean, Macchi,
he's a great old guy,

but... maybe not
the best guy to work for

if you wanna make
a little money, am I right?

I-- I haven't done nothing
to screw Joe over, Mr. Riles.

I ain't stole nothing,
honest to God!

All right, take it easy,
Ricky, I believe you.

I mean, hell...

...if I didn't believe that,

Ray would've put a cap in you
when you walked in here.

What I don't know is
whether or not you were the guy

that gave Williams
the Circle 7 motel.

I mean, the only place in town
with the thief's number
was right here.

And I'm pretty sure
Joe didn't give it up.

So I gotta admit,
I wondered if maybe, uh--

Mr. Riles, maybe I did
some business

with Dink on some stuff,
but that's all.

I don't wanna know
if you gave Williams the motel.

See, if you gave him the motel,
I'd probably have to whack you.

Instead, what I'm gonna do
is let bygones be bygones.

That's the whole problem here.

No one wants
to let go of the past.

Well, I'm letting go of
the past, Ricky,

'cause guys like you and me...

...we have to worry
about the future.

Am I right?

[shakily breathing] Yes, sir.

[intercom buzzing]

[Frank]
That's the thief and his man.

Let him in, pat him down.

[tense music]

[footsteps approaching]

Pointy be here in a minute.

He's just getting a haircut.

You about 200 pounds
of bad news, huh?

[chuckles]

If it makes any difference,
you are way ahead
on this whole thing.

The warehouse hit hurt us bad.

Oh, I figured I was way ahead
on this thing when I got out

of that cop car
without a bullet in my head.

Now, let's wait for Pointy.
We'll get it worked out.

-[footsteps approaching]
-[deeply inhales]

[music continues]

-Is he clean?
-[Frank] He's clean.

And now Ray's gonna
make sure you're clean,

you're gonna sit down...

...and we're gonna
work this out.

God damn, man, you hit a nut!

Let's get this shit started.

Now, I lost a beaucoup of money

because of this fool.

And for those of y'all
who don't know,

that's French for,
"a whole motherfucking lot."

Now, what I wanna know...

...is how the Italians gonna
make all this shit right.

That's why we're here,
isn't it? To make it right.

That's what I've been
trying to do.

No, what you've been doing
is making a lot of noise.

We didn't give a shit
what you did, as long as you did
it quickly and professionally.

Kill them, rob them.

Do whatever you're gonna do,
then get the fuck out.

Instead, you set
the whole town on fire.

[sighs]

And you.

You set up my man here,
try to get him killed, for what?

For $20,000?

We're trying to set up
major business in this town,

and you're
nickel-and-diming it away.

What were you thinking of?

So, everybody's fucked up
but the Italians.

Th-- nobody got
their shit together,
but the hood's in Chicago.

All right, we're having
a conversation here.

So what's it gonna take to make
everything right with you?

Shit, you got a calculator?

A calculator?

-No.
Anybody here got a calculator?
-[soft chuckles]

Here.

-How about this?
-[thud]

[Frank sighs]

See, there's a better way
to handle our business.

So you're giving me lessons now,
right?

All right. [whispers] Shit.

Now, I'm gonna
hand you over this figure...

...and I want you to show me
how you Italians

make things right
and handle your business.

[gunshot fires]

[thuds]

[softly grunts]

[deeply sighs]

[Frank]
What?

I wanna keep it.

It's a really good pen.

[chuckles]

-So?
-[Frank] So nothing.

It's over.

Who's running things
in the brickyard now?

Don't care.

I just know who's not running
things in the brickyard now.

I'm gone.

The man from Chicago says...

..."It's over."

That good for you?

Ray, go get the car, please.

Ricky.

For now, I want you
to wait outside.

When we're done here...

...clean this up.

Can I have a minute, Mackin?

I'll be outside.

I'm really sorry about your dog.

Wally, right?

Yeah.

Why didn't you leave him
in a kennel or something?

I don't know.

What's wrong, you all right?

You got what you wanted.

[chuckles]

Yeah, but... but I wanted
to do it myself.

I mean, y-- you killed a guy
all of a sudden... [snaps]
like that.

I-- it's not...

It's not what?

Fulfilling?

You need to think of a sport
or something, you know.

I belong to this
softball league.

Our team meets
every third Sunday.

Come out.

We lost our second baseman,
he got busted.

He's doing three to five.

[light hip-hop music]

What do you say?

I never played softball before.

That's okay.

We start you in the outfield.

[door creaking]

Yo, Dink.

That fire escape dude is,
uh, still in the storage closet.

I think we better ought to,
you know, kill him.

Give him some crackers,
something.

Where's Pointy?

-Pointy dead.
-Shit, you serious?

Bring fire escape in here.

Keep his arms tied,
take off his gag.

[door creaking]

[door creaking]

-What up?
-Damn, your lips are cracked
like a motherfucker.

Danny, get this nigga
some ChapStick.

Pointy Williams
killed your brother.

And today somebody
killed Pointy Williams.

Now I'm not gonna apologize
for your brother being dead

'cause your brother fucked up.

But I need to know
where we stand.

Look here,
my beef's with Pointy Williams.

That nigga dead, I'm beefless.

It's a ballsy play, kid.

Climbing up the fire escape.

You straighten out, fly right...

...maybe we'll find
a place for you.

You looking for work?

[chuckles] I don't know.

You got benefits?

[laughs]

Yeah, you get to live.

-[laughter]
-[laughs and groans] Sh--

[upbeat jazz music]

[keys clinking]

[clattering]

[music continues]

You are one ugly dog.

[lively jazz music]

[singers vocalizing]

[Nick]
Mm! So, Sarah, this comes
from your restaurant?

[Sarah]
Yeah, I call it,
"Orgy of lentils."

All organic, mostly vegan,
it's pretty tasty, huh?

[Nick]
Mm-hmm, I was hoping
to have seconds.

[Louise]
He's just buttering you up,
Sarah. After this,

he's going out
to the Black Horn for a steak.

[Sarah]
Oh! Well, I hope it's
a really bloody one.

You know, they should
just kill the cow at your table

so you can enjoy the agony,

you know, like they do
with lobsters.

[Louise]
I get this every night, Nick.

[Nick]
Well, it's delicious, Sarah.

And worth the wait.
You know how long it took

-to get an invite over here?
-[Sarah] Well,

Louise likes to keep me
completely in the dark

about everything she's doing,
so, Nick, I can only imagine.

[Nick]
Hmm. How about
some of that artichoke pie?

-[Sarah] Certainly.
-[Nick] Hmm?

[Sarah]
I'll even give you the recipe.

[Nick]
Mm.

[dishware clinking]

Mm![mouthful]
Oh, that's really good!

-Mm!
-[Louise] Really enjoying that,
huh, Nick?

[Nick]
Mm! Mm!

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