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- Dude, crazy story this morning.

- Gotta hear it. - All right.

- Heist in the news.

-This one comes in from Dino.

Shout out to Dino.

- Dino's my man.

- Headline reads-

"armored truck kills money

on Texas freeway, sparking cash grab frenzy."

- Feels awesome.

- Here we go.

"An armored truck dropped loads

of cash onto the Dallas Thornton Freeway,

causing a major traffic jam .

Motorists hopped out of their autos, scooping up the bills.

Authorities say drivers need to return the money

or face possible criminal charges."

- I saw this on Tic-Tac.

People running around the freeway yanking cash.

- Awesome, I mean, I know I'd do it.

- And filming themselves.

- Smart.

- According to the National Weather Service...

- ... of revised river forecast

for lower Tallapoosa and Alabama Rivers.

- Hey there, I'm meteorologist Dick Duchie

here with a look at your First Alert Forecast.

Get ready for a-

- I feel like I failed my wife.

I feel like I failed my kids.

I kept telling myself that I didn't have a problem,

but when I woke up in my daughter's room

with holes punched in her walls,

that's when I finally realized how deep I was.

It didn't matter though.

My wife already packed the car two hours before I woke up.

I don't even know where they are anymore.

- Thanks for sharing.

I mean, that's what the bottle does to us, right?

It makes you a liar.

You become your worst self and worst version of ourselves.

That's the hardest part, I think,

admitting what you've become.

I know it took me a long, long time to admit that.

I know that if it wasn't for this group and, and my, my son,

I'd be at the bottom of a glass somewhere.

That's, that's without question, so...

- Hey, um...

Sorry for losing it back there.

Not a good first impression.

- Please.

My first meeting I was rocking

in a fetal position for hours.

It gets better.

That's me.

Keep coming back.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- Settle down.

Just making sure you heard me.

You know how old people's hearing is, huh?

- Well I'll tell you what, maybe if you keep smarting off,

the horn won't be the only thing screaming.

- Okay, settle down or you're not getting your lunch.

- Go, go, go.

Let's go.

So, uh, what's on Sarah's menu today?

- Peanut butter and pickles.

- Ooh.

How much longer you gonna be able to stay on this diet?

- Honestly, it's not as bad as you think.

- Yeah, it is.

- Look, you can judge me all you want,

but all the books say that the more we do together,

the more it's like we're both pregnant.

- Ha! - Which, it's

it's a good thing, I think.

Speaking of which, actually,

Sarah said she didn't get your RSVP for the baby shower.

Sent them out a week ago.

I, I told her they probably got lost in the mail.

So, did it get lost in the mail?

- I don't know.

- Dad, is everything okay?

- Yeah.

- No, I, I know, I know.

I was thinking about her last night too.

- Sarah would go over baby names

and this one's gonna be a boy,

but she really wants the next one to be a girl.

So you throw out the name Trisha,

that's a possibility down the line.

And I dunno, I wasn't sure how you'd take that.

- Good name.

- Yeah.

Well, hey, six years sober today, big guy. Huh?

Come on.

She'd be proud of you, Dad.

- 59326.

- Yep.

- 57291.

- You do know how long your route is today, right?

You guys are doing the dead 10

and you're already late. As always.

Tell me, you really need to review all this stuff again?

- It's protocol, Frank.

- Protocol is to get this shit back in the truck

so I can get back to my clients, James.

- In a better mood than usual.

- 20248.

49826.

- Got it.

- Pull that. - Yeah.

- Fucking hot box in here.

Shit.

It's not even noon and it's this hot.

This thing work?

Oh my god.

The hell's that guy hauling?

- It's not our business.

- All right.

I got it, I got it.

- You okay?

- Oh fuck.

- You all right? - No, no, no, no, no, no.

I dropped a fucking pen.

Fuck. - What do you mean a pen?

- A pen light.

Sarah gave me this light with my name on it specifically

'cause I'm always losing shit in this fucking truck.

- Let's go.

Come on.

- Fuck it.

Fuck it, let's go.

Okay, it's fine.

- Look, I don't know what's in there,

but if we break it, we buy it.

- I got it. - You understand that?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Look, can you just don't tell Sarah about this, okay

'cause then she's gonna start worrying about

me losing my gun next

and it's gonna turn into a whole thing.

- What, what is the real issue here?

- There's no issue, I just don't want her to stress

until the baby comes.

- About a pen?

- Yeah, it's gonna stress her out.

- Little words of wisdom.

Your stress starts when that baby pops its head out.

You got that? - Dad, please.

- Fine.

I will not tell Sarah that you lost a pen light

with your little initials on it.

- Yeah.

Nothing more stress free than driving a cash truck

10 miles to bumfuck nowhere.

Beautiful, beautiful bumfuck nowhere.

- Dad? You all right?

- Yeah.

- Fucking truck's falling apart.

- It's got a little bit of character to it.

- Hey.

Am I gonna have to twist your arm

or are you gonna finally come over for dinner tonight?

- I, uh, I have to host a meeting tonight, I'm sorry.

- You know you have an actual family outside that circle?

- Yeah, but not one that's gonna drive a truck

through the living room.

- Not yet anyways.

All right, look, the offer still stands. Okay?

Just come over whenever.

Just thought it'd be a good idea for you to

get away from your vices for a bit.

- Case.

You want me to bring a pie or...

- Careful with the C4? - Man, I, I know

it's unstable as fuck, man. - Well, everything's unstable.

- Speak for yourself.

- Yeah, you're late.

No, we're ready. Are you fucking ready?

Right.

Let's do it.

- Hey, except that it's the truth.

- No, it's not. No it's not.

- Uh, it's the truth.

First day, little Case on the job,

a little baby in his Kevlar vest.

Got his baby, new little id,

it's right off the press still hot,

carrying his first bag of money.

Big bag of money.

He's so nervous, he's, I would say raining sweat.

- He's exaggerating. - You left a trail

on the sidewalk, there's no question about this.

Anyway, back to the truth.

All jittery, like, somebody comes up beside him

and taps him on the shoulder just to ask the time.

He whips around like Dirty Harry right in the face

of 147-year-old woman.

- Okay, calm down.

She was probably in her fifties.

- Maybe 128.

- And I'm regretting inviting you to this dinner already.

- Oh, ah. I'm glad you did.

I needed a homecooked meal.

- Yep, and I needed a good laugh.

Well, cheers to 30 days on the job as a team.

- Cheers.

- So how was the route today?

Any old lady try and knock over the truck?

- Okay, very funny, baby. Thank you.

No, no old ladies. No nothing.

Just, just nice and quiet.

- That's how me and the little guy like it.

- I, I don't know.

I, I'd kill for some action, honestly.

I mean, just one tweaker with a gun

so I have an excuse to pull my taser at least.

- You are gonna find that the best action is no action.

Trust me on that.

- Jeremy really let out the waterworks this time, huh?

- First week's the hardest, you know that.

- Yeah, you know more than anyone.

Hey, you hang in there, brother.

Another year clear is another year to stumble.

- Right.

Thanks, Pete.

- Hey, looks like you're moving slow today.

Frank's gonna be pissed.

- Always is.

So what's on the menu today?

- Turkey and fluff.

- You're late again.

I needed these things outta here 10 minutes ago.

- There was traffic, Frank.

- I'll bet.

Come on, Brody, I don't have time for these excuses.

I have a bank full of people waiting for me.

- Why are there four cases?

Only says three here.

- What?

Why do you care?

Just haul the stuff.

- There are rules and protocols, Frank,

and this clipboard doesn't say anything about this case.

- The clipboard, yeah?

What does it say about me calling your boss

and telling him you're coming late to work

because you're going to AA meetings?

Maybe he doesn't know that you were kicked off

the force for being a drunk.

Listen, Brody, I hate to break it to you,

but you're not a cop anymore.

You're a mailman with a gun.

Just deliver the mail.

- Dad?

You're squeezing the wheel.

- It's gonna be okay, we got plenty of room back there.

- Except people get arrested.

We don't know what's in those cases.

It could be anything.

Could be laundered money, it could be unmarked bills,

we could be fencing something.

If it's not on the ledger, we don't take it.

It's my fault.

It's my responsibility.

Shoulda said no to that prick.

- So, what you're saying is

this might not be a nice quiet ride.

- Let's try to make it one.

- Dad?

Dad? Hey.

Dad, what's going on?

- Hold on.

- Shit!

What is going on?

Fuck!

Man, where the hell did they come from?

- Case, call it in.

Call it in.

- Dispatch, this is Casey to dispatch.

We are getting robbed on Lincoln Road

and we need backup, do you hear me?

Do you copy?

They're not fucking answering.

- Try another channel.

- Shit!

Fuck!

- Hold on.

- Fuck.

They're not fucking answering!

- Hello.

This is 432, this is Brody, 247, we have...

Hello?

- What happened? - We're being jammed,

we're being jammed.

- He's on the right!

-It's closed!

- What the hell is this guy doing?

- Dad?

- Let's go!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Come on, come on.

- Left door opening.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- On top, on top, they're armed!

- Listen to me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Breathe, you can do this.

Both do three shots, tight grouping.

You go low, I go high.

Wait for the reload.

Now!

- I think I got him.

- Guys, Viper!

Viper!

Motherfucker!

- Motherfucker!

- Go!

- I feel like there's like this fucking pulse in my leg.

- Jesus, armor piercing bullets

Hey, it went clean through, it went clean through.

Okay. - Does that mean

I'm gonna die? - Not if you calm down,

you're gonna slow your heart, you're gonna slow your heart.

Nice, deep breaths, ready?

- Yeah.

- Deep, even.

- Motherfucker!

You sold me on an easy pick.

- It was supposed to be an easy pick.

- Yeah, well, your easy pick just fucking shot me.

- You'll live.

- Okay.

- That fucking stings. - Calm down.

Pressure.

Pressure, okay?

Hold this.

- Hawk!

Viper and Hawk are down, man.

- Shit. - They're gone.

These assholes locked themselves in the truck.

- Fuck!

Breathe.

Breathe. - Fuck, fuck.

What's that one for?

- Breathe.

That's it.

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down.

- Blow the fucking doors off.

- That won't happen.

- Why not?

Where's Match? - All over the bridge.

- Okay, okay, calm.

Okay.

Just gotta hold till they, till they come.

Till they send backup.

- How? We don't have a radio or a phone.

- We got no service.

- How? We're not even that remote.

- They're using jammers.

Push down, push down.

Okay.

These guys are pros.

- Dad.

What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Anybody home?

What we have here is a Murphy's Law situation.

You know what that is?

You're old enough to know what Murphy's law is right, James?

- You know my name.

- Research.

Hey, Casey, sorry you got pulled into this.

So, Murphy's Law is this:

if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.

At the worst possible time.

Like this fucking moment.

- So I guess you didn't plan on me sending

two of your boys up in smoke, huh?

- Correct.

- Hey, you know my name. What am I supposed to call you?

- So, now it's a chess match?

- Looks like that.

- You can call me Rook.

- More like Pawn.

- Listen, don't waste time.

Come out now.

It's not your money, okay?

Your kid is shot, he's got what?

What do you got, Casey? Maybe four hours?

Be smart.

You come out now and we'll get you to a hospital,

you got my word.

Come on, be smart.

- Look, don't bullshit me, we both know

you didn't do this plan to keep two witnesses alive.

And if you could blow these doors open,

you wouldn't be here negotiating with me.

My guess is Plan A went up with your boys.

- Bad choice.

Let's go.

- Was that guy right?

- If we open the doors, we're dead.

- Okay.

Yeah, you're right.

I'll take the chance.

He said he's been following us, right?

He's seen our ledger.

We don't carry that much this early.

- This doesn't make sense.

The armor piercing rounds, cell jammers.

Seven paramilitary units fighting over a hundred grand is...

a 14 grand split.

Shit.

- What the fuck?

- It's millions.

That's a whole lot of gold.

- Who does it belong to?

- It's millions.

That signia?

It's cartel.

I saw that on the force.

Okay, now we know.

- What is that?

- Tear gas?

- Close your eyes.

- The case, Dad.

Use the cases, us the foam in the case.

Hook it up.

Plug up all the vents.

- It's still coming in.

- That rent-a-cop's some tough son of a bitch

to take that much gas.

- We're outta foam, Dad.

- Think there's a chance that they just scorched

their lungs and passed out.

- Hey, Rook. That all you got?

Stay calm. A little gas?

- These fuckers must have plugged up the holes.

God...

This is a fucking shitshow.

Hey!

James, you wanna know what a steel can

plus a bayou heat equals?

Two wannabe cops roasted by sundown!

- Oh, by the way, I found the gold.

- Son of a bitch.

- Just wondering when you try to fence that

to some gang in Mexico, what's gonna happen

when they find out that it's cartel?

Think about that?

- James, James, listen!

You touch a coin in that fucking case,

and I promise you and your kid are gonna go down real hard.

- Then I guess you better move fast.

- Get the drill.

Get the drill!

- Cut that shit out!

- What is your problem, man?

- Your voice, Tex.

Keep it in your mouth.

This goddamn world's ugly enough as it is.

- You could've made me slip a wing nut,

and then where'd we be?

- How much longer?

- Well, Mama always said you can get it done faster

or you can get it done right.

- Yeah?

Well, if you don't crack that truck open soon

I'm gonna crack you open.

Fucking shitshow.

- Asshole.

Just saying, I managed to sing at the 44 Club.

What do you listen to, Warrant?

Fucking Marilyn Manson?

Shit.

- Yeah, the heat's getting to him.

Couple more hours out here and he's gonna turn on us.

- No, he'll be all right.

- Bullshit, Rook.

- He'll be all right, relax.

- That's bullshit.

He is this close to going postal

because the last score didn't go like this.

You sold us on a snatch and grab.

Throw some fireworks at the door, tase the drivers

and then book it to Mexico.

- You don't have the stomach for this,

then leave while you can.

Let's go!

- Sarah would be pissed if she saw this scar.

I mean, they say chicks dig scars,

but this is fucking crazy.

- Let's just get you back to Sarah now, okay?

We gotta clean that out, it's festering.

- Here.

- No, it's an infection,

we have to take care of that infection.

We're gonna need some alcohol.

- I don't mean to tempt you, Dad,

but I would kill for some moonshine right now.

- What about vodka?

- That would work too, but I don't think there's

gonna be any vodka in here. - I got a thermos

full of vodka.

- It's gonna be all right.

Calm down, all right?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Sure .

- Fucking lunatic.

- Dad, you've been drinking again.

- I never, I never really stopped.

I tried, I, I did, I just...

You know, I filled that thermos every day,

and I'd go tell addicts to keep clean and I was...

- All this time you've just been lying to me?

- I tried.

Your mother and I just, you, you wouldn't understand.

- Don't say that, don't say...

I remember more than you know.

- This is so humiliating.

- What?

Kidding me?

These people, they'd give the right arm to be able

to camp next to a gator's nest.

Your left ankle. - Oh.

- Your elbow. - Elbow.

- Your wife.

- Hey!

Well, most people aren't stuffed in a cop car.

We look like criminals.

- I think this is sweet.

I think I'm riding shotgun into a raid.

- My man Case.

See? Respects the old man's job.

Somebody does in this car.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Mother has a total disrespect for the law.

- Oh, it's dark as pitch out there.

- It is, there's no lights.

That maniac.

- You're off duty.

- They can kill somebody.

- Dad, come on. - Look at him.

- Okay, you are off duty.

- I gotta talk to him, he's gotta slow down.

It's okay.

- Babe. - Two minutes, come on now.

Hand me my gun?

Please. - No.

Seriously? - He can hurt somebody.

All right, stay in the car.

License and registration.

- You don't look like a cop.

- License and registration, kid.

You're going 100 in a 50, you aware of that?

- Yes sir. It won't happen again.

- Yeah?

See, I was in a good mood because I'm taking

my family camping and then I got in a bad mood

when you rocketed past us.

I wanna get in a good mood again.

So, Mr. Corey Marshon, if I find out

that you're going two miles over the speed limit anywhere

in this county, I'm taking you to jail.

Do you understand that?

- Yes, sir. - Slow down.

We're on the move.

What?

- You said you wouldn't do this.

- It was a little stop, it's over.

He was driving a hundred miles an hour, he'd kill somebody.

- Dad, really?

- All right.

No more cop, I promise.

Sorry.

Sorry.

- Yes, engine five is arriving.

Dispatch requesting medvac at scene.

- Sir, are you okay?

Sir?

Guys, I need you to come down here.

Ma'am, can you hear me?

- You go on the other side.

- Ma'am, are you all right ?

- I hated you.

I wished it was you.

I wished it was you instead of her.

I was so angry.

I must've went through 15 pillows I punched 'em so hard.

And we told you, Dad.

We told you not to stop, just keep driving,

but you just had to turn on those lights.

Just had to turn on those lights.

But you didn't drive that truck into Mom.

And you need to stop punishing yourself

for something that you had no control over.

She wouldn't want that.

I think it's just, it hurts,

it hurts to admit she's gone because of a stupid accident.

- We gotta move and we gotta this thermos.

Just gotta find something we can get through that latch.

Over there.

No, turn your head.

There's still gas in that, get back.

- Okay.

Keep it going.

- More. More.

- Okay, all right.

- That does not look good.

- This is taking forever.

- I don't think he's bluffing.

Those doors look like they're about to pop already.

- How many bullets you got?

- Dropped my gun on the bridge,

all I got left is a bug zapper.

Here.

- We can make these tasers work I think,

then we cut it to two.

- Yeah, yeah, just two heavily armed pros

with armor-piercing bullets.

I'm sure our bare hands are more than enough against that.

What are you doing?

- Unless...

We got a lighter and some high-proof alcohol.

Let's even the odds.

- Dad, a Molotov in this tight space, I mean, it's suicide.

My leg's covered in that stuff.

One little mistake and we'll all go up.

- Now let's get some air.

Can you make it?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Come on.

- She's gonna crack any second!

It's gonna crack any second!

- Stop! Stop!

Please!

Please stop, I can't take this anymore!

- Cut it.

What'd you say?

- I can't take it anymore.

I'll come out, okay?

I'll come out.

I need to get to a hospital.

Just take me to a hospital, please.

- The kid's doing an act.

- Please, stop.

Take me to a hospital, please.

- All right.

- What do we do?

- The kid's doing an act.

Don't you go soft belly on me now.

- This is not your show, you get it?

Are we clear on that?

- You're gonna let these two fuckers out?

Keep that shit going!

Now!

- Our time doubles with a homicide,

so we're gonna try every chance we can.

Work with me, man.

Checkmate, James.

There's only one way outta this thing

where you're still breathing.

Hey Casey, three seconds to open up the door.

One.

Two.

Three!

Go get the C4 in the van, go on.

- Holy fuck.

- Come on!

- Don't miss your chance, 'cause it's closing.

Closing fast.

Come on, kid, don't be stupid.

You can still walk away with your life,

you just gotta open up.

- What about my dad?

- He's already marked his grave,

don't bring yourself down with him.

- You know, I'd like to trust you,

but let's face it, besides everything else,

you're all really bad fucking liars.

- Open the fucking hatch!

We're gonna get in there one way or the other,

that I can promise you.

- Motherfuckers, you fucking amateurs!

- Have you lost your fucking mind!

- These two are dead!

- If you keep firing with that impact blast,

you're gonna tear through us first!

- Yeah, you know, you really are the motherfucker

of all jinxes, do you know that?

Who did the scouting? - I did,

you psychotic asshole.

I'm the only reason you know about this score!

- Oh, yeah, and this job has been a fucking disaster!

- Ask yourself what you want more,

the money or a bullet in your head.

- Our demo guy's all over the bridge,

our driller's toast and this little bitch

won't even let me smoke these two rent-a-cops.

You better come up with something,

you cocksucking bastard.

- Is that a threat?

- How long have we known each other, huh?

A dozen years?

That's not a threat, my friend.

Call it a forewarning.

- You all right? - Yeah. Yeah.

- Let's get this thing over with.

- This fucking guy.

- Are you hit?

- I don't think so.

- Thank god that guy can't shoot for shit.

- All good in there?

Tensions are running high.

You might say we're at a stalemate.

Agreed?

- What do you want?

- What do I want?

If I had guys like you on my side,

this job would've been over hours ago.

There's only one way out, Casey.

Don't take too long.

- It's getting hotter in here.

We're gonna be cooking in another hour.

Drink it.

- I'm fine.

- I'm not asking.

Come on.

Do you believe in miracles?

- No.

There's good luck and there's bad luck, that's it.

- Finish it then.

- Case.

Thank you.

- Yeah, it'll cool off.

- Radio's still silent.

- How long do you think it'll stay that way?

- Well it's a hail-fucking-Mary miracle

we haven't been picked up yet.

I say we move.

- And do what?

- Ram that truck off the bridge.

- Yeah. - Those doors will

bust open easy.

- Just lose the gold in the river, yeah.

- Depending on the depth, yeah.

I mean, I can swim.

Can you, Jinx?

- Hey, they're gonna run out of air soon enough, okay?

- That old man would be dead if you didn't pull your shot.

Part of me thinks you want him to live.

- It's the last fucking time with this guy.

It's the last time.

- We never had problems like this when it was just us.

- We never went after this much fucking money.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- We never lost anyone before either.

I say we drop the whole lot, take the gold for ourselves.

- Can you move your toes?

- Yeah, yeah.

- That's good.

Case...

I'm sorry.

You were right.

I haven't been there for you and,

I mean, I should have been.

You were for me, and you coulda cut out

at any time, you didn't.

- What kind of dad would I be if I did that?

Hey.

If we do get outta here, you gotta stick around,

be a grandpa for a little bit.

I know these last six years were a lie, but

I need these next six months to be straight.

Can you do that?

- Yeah.

I promise you.

- What the fuck is it gonna take to break these two?

- They will soon.

- When?

When the APB's out on us?

Come on, let's waste these assholes now.

- Soon.

- You really want sirens on our ass

to the border, don't you?

- You know, we could find a different score

that doesn't involve murder.

- You are a fucking piece of work, you know that?

You're gonna back out now, hmm?

And you.

You, my friend, have lost it.

- The plan was, and is, they don't die.

- After everything that's happened.

- I'm not bringing any more fucking heat,

what's with you?

You going crazy?

- I'm gonna get that gold no matter what.

- Now what?

- This is my show now.

My way now.

- These guys are fucking crazy.

- They're gonna push us off the bridge.

Don't move.

- Hold on!

Stop, stop, stop!

Listen to me, listen to me.

You did everything you could, okay?

We're both gonna die if you stay here.

Just go.

Just go.

We're both gonna die, just go.

Dad, I can't.

I can't, just go, just go.

Dad.

- Come on.

Let me catch my breath, and then I'll get you home.

I'll get you home.

I'll get you home.

Come on.

Lean on it for a sec.

Sit down. - You're survivors.

- What are you gonna do now, huh?

What are you gonna do?

- I'm not a killer.

Not in my nature.

I'm done.

I'm done.

- What does that mean?

- It means what it means, James.

- What are you asking?

- When those cops show up in a minute, I was never here.

- You're aware I was a cop, right?

- Ain't nobody's perfect.

- You all right with that, Case?

- Thanks.

- Drive.

- Come on.