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Frank: Pecos, Texas, back in the '70s...

Me and the fellas would
meet up after school

and play cops and robbers.

They would all fight to
play the police officers.

No one wanted to be
a criminal except me.

I loved it, because in my family,

being a crook was
a point of pride.

As far as my daddy was concerned,

breaking the law was
a badge of honor.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Guns cock]

[Exhales sharply] Sure
you up for this, son?

Daddy, I'm good to go.

Am I really the one you should
be concerned about right now?

Sliger, you all right?

This is the best part... Watching them.

[Chuckles]

Where'd you find this psycho?

[Shotgun cocks]

Man: Yes, this is the one I spoke of.

You can see right here...

- [Doorbell chimes]
- On your knees, pee-paw!

Away from the alarms, everybody!

Keep your hands nice and high!

That's it!

Hurry, son! Let's go! Let's go!

I'm on it, Pop.

Easy.

Sliger: Oh.

Ohh, what do we have here?

- [Keypad beeps]
- It's armed.

Let's go.

[Whimpering]

Shh. There, there, don't cry.

- Leave her alone.
- Take...

Aah!

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

- Cash.
- Look at all this.

- Don't be scared. Don't be scared.
- [Crying]

[Laughs]

[Sobbing] It's okay.

- [Pistol cocks]
- Drop it!

[Grunts]

I should've let him kill you!

Come on! We got to move!

Go! Go!

[Rock music plays]

Hey, Kyle.

Come on in.

You and Frank live together?

Me live here?

[Laughs] Please.

Okay, 'cause I was about to say

this is so not you...

- yet so very Frank.
- [Lock clicks]

Oh, well, we're having
a little slumber party

while the floors in my
condo are being refinished.

Speaking of, it's sweet of
you to give up your day off

to help Frank with his home repairs.

Home repairs?

Frank sent a text saying
our day off was canceled

because we had to work on a case.

That's right, trainee.

We have to work on a
case of cervezas

while fixing the hole en
el techo de mi casa.

What the hell happened?

- [Chuckling] Oh, well...
- [Laughs]

it's... it's kind of a funny story.

About four months ago, this
house was a heroin factory.

- Afternoon, ladies.
- Let's see your hands!

Frank: We were here serving
a trafficking warrant

- when the deed holder...
- [Shotgun cocks]

tried to give me both
barrels of her sawed-off.

I knocked the said
sawed-off up in the air,

and that crazy gal turned
her ceiling into a sunroof.

You literally moved into a crime scene?

To get this view of
downtown, hell yes, I did.

Right after the bust, I bribed a guy

down at the seized-property
police auction

and got this place for
a crackhead discount.

[Cellphone rings]

It's Detective Val Chavez.

Hit ignore for me, babe.
Val knows it's my day off.

[Cellphone beeps]

Yeah, mine, too.

Goodbye, Frank. I'm
not your damn handyman.

Wait, hold on now.

- [Cellphone rings]
- Val.

Again, ignore.

- [Cellphone beeps]
- You're looking at this all wrong, Kyle.

No, you're not my handyman,
but you are my trainee.

So think of me as Mr.
Miyagi, and you're Daniel-San.

I'm gonna show you how
to wax on, wax off my roof

so you can get your skills up

and kick ass in the
big karate tournament

at the end of the movie.

See? This is for your benefit.

[Cellphone rings]

- If that's Val, don't answer it.
- [Cellphone beeps]

Hey, Val.

Why, yes, he's right here.

[Sighs]

- [Siren wails]
- Thank you, Mr. Reo.

If you could just wait over there.

[Police radio chatter,
camera shutter clicking]

- Hey, Frank.
- Don't, Hey, Frank, me.

I know I'm a dinosaur,

but we got to bridge
this generation gap.

Rule one... Unless it's
an absolute emergency,

never ever call me in on
the most sacred of holy days,

my God-given day off.

Amen.

Hey, don't get your chonies
in a bunch, Francesca.

It wasn't my call.

You see that guy there?

Name's Mike Reo.

He's the proprietor of this shop,

and when he's not
peddling overpriced rocks,

he's playing golf with
his local city councilman.

That's who wants you working
on your day off, not me.

Fine. Take us through the robbery.

Three suspects...

Two blow the safe in the back

while the third covers the front.

Gets a little handsy with that
clerk over there, Michelle.

But the idiot pulls
off his glove to do it

and reveals a tattoo on his left hand...

Black widow spider.

I'll run it through the database.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

So, the guard decides
to go for his backup.

Suspect two comes out.

Bang... The guard dies instantly.

Frank:[Sighs]

This has a Southeast stamp on it.

Guard was a cop?

Gus Ochoa... 30 years on the job.

Spoke with his wife.

Said he went stir crazy in retirement.

He only took the guard job
so he could protect and serve.

Didn't even need the money.

Kyle: Survived three
decades working in Watts

only to be gunned down in
a Westwood jewelry store.

What a waste.

Waste?

He was a south-end gunfighter
who died in a gunfight.

Hell, I'll take a blaze of glory

over bed sores in a
nursing home any day.

I'd say Gus went out
the way he wanted to.

[Train whistle blows in distance]

♪ On a warm summer's eve ♪

♪ On a train bound for nowhere ♪

♪ I met up with a gambler ♪

♪ We were both too tired to sleep ♪

- ♪ So we took turns a-starin' ♪
- Sam: Frank.

- ♪ Out the window at the darkness ♪
- Your daddy home?

Daddy.

Ranger's asking for you.

Afternoon, Sam.

You thirsty? No, no.

I'm on duty, Emmet.

Home repairs, huh?

Yeah. Roof sprung a leak.

Truth is, I don't mind a few raindrops

falling on my head,

but a child needs proper covering.

You hear about this rash
of armed robberies...

- going around downtown?
- Whew!

You talking about the stickup man

Pecos Police can't seem to catch?

Sam: Yeah, well, they don't have to.

The Texas Rangers are on the case now.

Just a matter of time
before that jackeroo

wins free room and board at
the Huntsville Penitentiary.

I'm a two-time graduate of that
fine correctional institution.

One more stay, and I'll earn my PhD.

Well, here's the deal...

So far, no one's been
hurt... Praise God...

So if this stickup man retires,

I mean for good,

I'd be willing to let bygones be bygones

for old time's sake.

You ain't gone soft on me, Sam.

Well, maybe I'm being amenable

because this bandit might be a widower

trying to raise a young boy.

A fine young man needs proper covering.

You know, Emmet, they say that
pride is the sin of all sins,

and I must confess to a certain pride

bringing bad men to justice,

but, uh, there'd be no joy

in shipping a good
boy off to foster care.

Not if there's another way.

You know what, Sam?

I got a feeling you ain't gonna have

any more troubles from that bandit.

I sure hope so.

Well, best of luck mending your roof.

Mm.

[Dog barks in distance]

[Engine starts]

You really gonna stop pulling robberies?

[Chuckles]

[Laughs]

Daddy, if you go back to Huntsville,

what happens to me?

Ain't nobody gonna
put me back in a cage.

So if that self-righteous son of a bitch

ever tries to take me down, well, Frank,

I'll send him home

to that savior he's so fond of.

Kyle: [Echoing] Frank?

- Frank.
- Hey. Still with us?

- What?
- Everything all right?

A member of the family
is dead on the floor,

so you tell me if
everything's all right.

Hope you brought your
ass-kicking shoes, trainee.

You're gonna need them.

♪♪

[Siren wails, police radio chatter]

♪♪

What do you got, ladies?

There's only one lady here,

and she's got pretty
blue eyes and a beard.

Oh, so you like my baby blues?

Frank: I'm pressing
the pause button

on this little after-school
special of yours.

We got a retired cop in the morgue.

Now, where are we?

We I.D.'d the suspects using
their silicone-mask M.O.

Matched it to a series of
hold-ups across the U.S.

Came back to two
cowboys out of Oklahoma,

Henry Hollister and his
17-year-old son, Bobby.

Only no one's been able to make
a case stick against these guys.

They're smart... Never leave evidence,

never stay in the same
town more than a week.

And they're unplugged completely...

No cellphones, no e-mails,

no credit cards, no bank account.

Like they stepped out of a time machine.

So, who's the third guy?

No idea. Feels local, though.

This was their first major heist.

Looks like up to now

it's just been liquor
stores and supermarkets.

My guess is Henry
brought in local talent

to act as training wheels for his son.

Bet he's regretting that now.

See there?

Henry wouldn't let his
son take the kill shot.

Henry's paternal instincts kicked in.

He's protecting his boy.

Henry knows taking a life changes you.

No man wants that for his son.

Henry: Hmm. [Whistles]

Rule number one... Come out
richer than you were going in.

[Door opens, closes]

Rule number two... Don't
forget rule number one.

[Chuckles]

[Train whistle blows in distance]

What? You still pissed
about offing the old man?

He went for his burner.
You had to put him down.

Only because you weren't
about your business in there.

But guess what, Sliger... You're out.

Divvy up the loot here and part company.

Fine. Fine.

- But then again...
- [Pistols cock]

jewels always split better
one way than they do three.

Mister, take that gun off my daddy.

- Bobby, do not pull that trigger.
- Listen to him, kid.

Come on, even if you score a head shot,

there's probably still
enough juice left in here

to send one last message to my finger.

Boom.

Sliger, do me a favor.

[Jewels jingle]

Tonight, have yourself a real fine time.

I mean it, man.

Go full Charlie Sheen.

'Cause tomorrow morning...

you're dead.

[Laughs]

Well, we're nice and screwed now, Pop.

This is all we got.

He's re-watched that like a dozen times.

- What's wrong with him?
- Not a damn thing.

- He's scouting out the other team.
- Just getting in their heads.

But seriously,

what the hell's wrong with Frank?

- Find something?
- Bobby's a good kid.

Not the ice-cold operator his dad is.

Look how he reacts when
his father kills the guard.

[Keyboard clicks]

Yeah.

That kid still has a chance.

How could you possibly know that?

Aren't you supposed to
be trying to identify

the suspect with the black widow tattoo?

I already did.

How'd you do it that fast?

Haven't you figured
it out yet? I'm good.

[Keyboard clacks]

Pored through photos of
tattoos from parolees.

Found several with black widow tats

on left hands, but only
one with a rap sheet

filled with high-end, armed robberies.

- [Keyboard clacks]
- Name's Leon Sliger.

Just got off with his parole officer.

She says he hasn't checked in for weeks,

and his current address
and cellphone are bogus.

Did the parole officer give you
anything we can check him with?

Only that Sliger never
uses his real name,

always an alias...

Luther Kelly Jr.

Okay, I'll cross-reference
Sliger's alias

with motels, flophouses, snitches.

It might take some time,
but if he's using it,

I'll ferret him out.

Fire off a flare when you do.

We'll be at my place fixing the roof.

- Right, Kyle?
- [Sighs]

Sure, I'll meet you there.

Only I might be a little late,

so go ahead and get
started without me.

Frank: Really?

Just gonna leave me
with a hole in my house?

And I hope it rains.

- He's getting a little too cocky.
- I know.

I like that.

What?

What's wrong with you?

High cholesterol, anger issues,

excessive drinking,

probably a personality disorder or two.

Come on, something's up. Talk to me.

You know what would help?

- If you gave me a hand fixing my roof.
- [Chuckles]

Hire a contractor, you cheap ass.

Mrs. Craig: Mmm, I am good.

This étouffée is on point.

Hey, come on.

No work at the supper table.

I know this is your house,

but when I come over
to cook, it's my rules.

Yes, ma'am.

[Sighs]

Are these your father's old files?

Water Street, Boyle Heights...

Kyle, please, you can't
look into this any further.

Why, Ma? What do you know?

I know that whatever that
is, it killed your father.

And I see you. You're
acting just like him...

Up all night, looking for breadcrumbs.

And then, by morning, you're
out doing God knows what

- with that damn Frank Rourke.
- I know.

I know, you don't like
me working with Frank.

I get it.

Food's on the table.

Thanks, Mom.

Frank's not as bad as you think.

[Sighs]

Your father told me
where Frank comes from...

who he comes from.

He's got evil in his blood, Kyle.

You don't believe me, do your research.

Look it up for yourself.

[Tense music plays]

_

[Siren wailing in distance]

Hey.

Come to bed, Frank. It's late.

Ah.

Is this your father?

[Sighs]

And look at you.

Wow, what a cutie.

How old?

13.

How come you've never
shown me these before?

Because I don't like
to live in the past.

You know, you never
talk about your dad...

your family.

- Why?
- Why?

Why?

- I'll tell you why.
- [Laughs]

'Cause there are a lot of
nooses on my family tree.

Rourke men have a long history

of being crooks, cheats, liars, thieves.

My daddy was no exception.

- That must've been hard growing up.
- [Chuckles]

Folks called him a disgrace
on account he brought me up

in the family business.

Only what none of the good people

of Pecos, Texas, understood

was that my daddy did it out of love.

He was raising his boy to survive

the only way he knew how.

Emmet:[Echoing] Come on, let's go!

[Dog barking in distance]

Hand me my tools.

- You sure about this?
- Of course.

Just some quick cash to tide us over,

and then we'll pack up, head
to the gulf, do some fishing.

Don't that sound good?

Let me pull this robbery with you.

I won't let you down,
Daddy. I can do it.

Oh, I know.

You're the best crime
partner I ever had.

Your time will come.

But as for today, I need
you to stay in the car

while I go and do what
I do best, all right?

One more thing, son...

Once we get there, don't you blink,

'cause I'll be back in...

- Two shakes of a lamb's tail.
- ...two shakes of a lamb's tail.

[Engine starts]

[Horn honks]

I hate Burbank.

Too many amphetamine-snorting yipsters

running late for Bikram yoga.

It's like a damn demolition derby.

So, what am I doing here?

Tracked Sliger's alias.
He checked in last night.

Considering this is your case,

thought you might want to
be present for the takedown.

He's in room number 9.

Ladies, shall we?

- Ugh.
- Let's go.

[Motorhead's Shoot
You In the Back plays]

[Pounding on door]

- Henry! No, please.
- [Pistol cocks]

- Drop the gun!
- Down on the ground!

One in the window!

♪ They're all fools ♪

♪ To live by the rules ♪

♪ The rider wearing black ♪

Henry: Go! Go!

♪ He's gonna shoot you in the back, go! ♪

[Engine revs]

♪♪

♪♪

For the last time, Sliger,

where's Henry and Bobby Hollister?

Cram it, moon doggy.

Pull the blinds, Tommy.

We'll get him to talk
the old-fashioned way.

[Grunts]

Hands off my client, Detective,
or I'll have you up on charges!

[Mid-tempo music plays]

My bad, Counselor.

I tripped.

- Who are you?
- Your ace in the hole.

Name's Roy Styles,

your court-appointed public defender.

Don't worry... I'll have
you out of here in time

for a happy-hour lap
dance at Crazy Girls...

Two for one.

I demand a post-haste hearing
to determine the legality

of the search warrant which led
to Mr. Styles' wrongful arrest.

Not so fast.

So we meet again, Mr. Styles.

Who the hell is he?

Assistant District
Attorney Ronny Cochrane,

cousin of you know who,
may he rest in peace.

He has a perfect conviction record.

- This is bad.
- It is?

The good news is I don't care
about your client, Styles.

I want Bobby and Henry Hollister.

The bad news is I'm cutting you loose.

Wait, uh, why is that bad news?

You're a tethered goat, Sliger.

We're gonna stake you out
there in plain sight, sit back,

and wait for Henry to
try to kill you again.

Using my client as... as bait?

That's outrageous. My
God, you're animals.

- He'll never make it out alive.
- Not my problem.

- Have a nice day.
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- Do something, damn it!
- M-Mr. Cochrane.

How about we make a deal?

My client admits his guilt

and gives up everything he
knows about the Hollisters...

I'm listening.

... in exchange for full immunity.

You hear me, Mr. Cochrane?

We want a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Fine, Mr. Styles.

[Sighs] Man, you're the
best mouthpiece I ever had.

[Laughs] Not so fast, Sliger.

First, you got to sing for your supper.

Tell us where we can
find Henry and Bobby.

[Sighs]

I got no idea. I swear.

But I do know they have
another score lined up,

and it's going down tonight.

- Where?
- Well, we had our little

falling out before he
gave up the details.

All I know is that Henry said

we had to hit that jewelry store first,

and only then could we pull
the second score tonight.

Almost, I don't know, like
one was the key to the other.

Hold up... You're saying
the jewelry store's connected

to the second heist?

Thanks for all your help.

Got to admit, it was nice working

with law enforcement for once.

Oh, well, good.

Then you won't mind hanging
out for the next 15 to 20.

Let's go, Sliger.

If we hurry, you'll make it to county

before they run out of their famous

- cheese-like-substance sandwiches.
- [Handcuffs click]

What the hell? What...
I've got immunity.

Frank: Sorry, homey.
You just got okeydoked.

Didn't he, Mr. Cochrane?

He sure did, Mr. Styles.

Don't give us the hairy eyeball.

We're surprised you fell for it.

I almost feel bad for the guy.

- Yeah, right.
- Hey, check this out.

I found a discrepancy

with the merchandise
recovered from the heist.

12 hand-crafted,
diamond-encrusted poker chips.

That jewelry store owner
made no mention of those

on his inventory.

[Scoffs] Got to be
worth 2 G's each easy.

No way that guy just forgot
to report losing this much ice.

Son of a bitch.

I just might have an
idea what's going on.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Reo.

How you holding up?

Not well.

I can't get Officer
Ochoa out of my head.

His blood's smeared all into the carpet.

Gus deserved better.

Cheer up. It's not all bad news.

Look, we got your jewels
and your money back, and...

even your handcrafted poker chips.

I...

I've never seen those before.

Sure? Here.

Frank: Take a closer look.

- Look familiar now?
- [Grunts]

Do you have any idea who I am?

The people I know?

You three are done.

I'm gonna have your jobs.

Mr. Reo.

If these chips have anything to do

with Officer Ochoa's
murder and you stay silent,

then his blood is gonna be on more

than just your nice carpet.

It's gonna be on your hands.

[Breathing shakily]

Let us help you.

Why did you leave these
chips off of your inventory?

They're part of a monthly
order for a special client,

one who pays extra to keep
his name off the books,

the kind who'd skin my hide for shoes

if he thought I was even talking to you.

This insignia's familiar,

but I need you to confirm it for me.

Who did you make these for?

Who's the special client?

Jacques De Leon.

Jacques De Leon,

A.K.A. Jacques the Ripper...

Worst kind of predator.

Skewers victims for
the smallest offenses.

Uses knives, axes...

Anything with a razor-sharp edge.

Runs an underground poker game.

Different location every week.

Jacques hands out these chips
to his rich criminal friends

to be used as single-person entry passes

to these poker matches.

A lot of cash at those games.

That's got to be Henry's second heist.

But Henry and Bobby must've
called the heist off.

I mean, they don't have
any of these 12 poker chips.

12 poker chips?

No... 13.

Jacques always orders a baker's dozen.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

So, even if they have that 13th chip,

it means only one of them can
get into Jacques' poker game.

Tough odds, even for
a cowboy like Henry.

So, will Henry walk away
or take down the score?

Henry and Bobby.

You always talk about
apprehending Henry but never Bobby,

as if he's some innocent
bystander in all this.

No. He's just a kid.

[Somber music plays]

Like you were?

[Scoffs]

I see someone's been Googling
old newspaper articles.

We're not hunting your father.

You realize that, right, Frank?

Sorry to disappoint,
trainee, but that comparison's

about as smart as farting
in a space suit.

Fine.

But you once told me a good cop uses

their own experience to outwit perps,

so tell me this...

What would your father do
if you were in Henry's shoes,

skip town and make a run for it

or stay back and risk it
all to rob that poker game?

My daddy? Shoot.

My daddy would never
leave cash on the table.

Woman: I think something's
going on in the pawn shop.

- All right.
- Be careful.

♪♪

Now, Emmet, we can go ahead
and close each other's eyes,

or you and me can just talk.

I know that's you under there.

Come on, Emmet.

Let's talk.

Worst part of my line of work.

[Sighs] Masks are so damned hot.

This doesn't have to end badly.

Well, sure it does, Sam.

- 'Cause I ain't never going back.
- [Door closes]

- [Pistol cocks]
- No!

[Gunshot] [Grunts]

Daddy?

[Echoing] Daddy?

[Somber music plays]

♪♪

[Rock music plays]

Now, if I'm right... [blows]

and I'm always right,

Henry and Bobby are gonna try to
take down Jacques' game tonight.

Well, then, we need to get there first,

pop those cowboys when they show up.

So, where's Jacques' game?

How the hell am I supposed to know?

Aren't you on a first-name basis

with every lowlife, degenerate
criminal in the country?

Well, yeah.

With Jacques the Ripper,
I'm persona non grata.

Remember the lady who put a hole
in her roof... now my roof?

Not even a kiss first?

Frank: It just so happens, at the time,

she was dating Jacques the Ripper.

- Well, that's just great.
- Relax, rookie.

There are other ways to
locate the poker game.

Wouldn't Jacques need
to launder the proceeds

from his casino night?

We all know there's only one
person he'd have clean his cash.

Who?

- [Cher's Hell on Wheels plays]
- ♪ Follow you ♪

[Laughs]

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Let's roll ♪

♪ Hell on wheels, let's roll ♪

♪ Come on and roll with me ♪

Welcome to 38th Parallel Garments, Inc.,

K-Town's very own DMZ

smack dab in the middle
of the neighborhood.

- ♪ Let's rock ♪
- See the guy on skates,

looks like he ate Olivia
Newton-John for dinner?

- ♪ Let's rock ♪
- [Laughs] That's Tiny Tim.

- He's a money launderer?
- ♪ I want to rock it with you ♪

He's sure as hell no singer.

♪ I want to set you free ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Look ou... ♪ [Laughs]

Hey, Frank. What's up?

Tiny Tim, disco's bad enough
without you weighing in.

Cop, please, disco is forever,

and Cher is a god.

Now, what do you want?

We need to talk.

Roll with me.

Frank, you're, like, my
favorite morally ambiguous cop,

but no way I'd narc
on Jacques the Ripper.

I understand you're afraid, Tiny.

The question now is who
are you more afraid of,

Jacques the Ripper or
Roscoe the Executioner.

Who's Roscoe the Executioner?

[Laughs] What's with all the hostility?

Relax.

- Now, where's the poker game?
- [Pistol cocks]

♪ MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark ♪

♪ All the sweet green ic... ♪

Do you hear how bad you sound?

Last chance to boogie, oogie, oogie.

Where's Jacques' game?

I just told you.

MacArthur Park.

You might want to be more specific.

All I know is that Jacques said

the game would wrap up around 3:00

and that it'd only take them 10 minutes

for them to bring over the cash

because they were close
by in MacArthur Park.

[Pistol clicks]

This is it.

Hey, m-maybe I should
take point on this one.

And why would I do that?

What are you trying to say, Kyle, huh?

That when it comes to trigger
time, I won't pull on Henry,

I'll be too busy humming the chorus

to Cat's in the Cradle"
longing for one last game

of catch with Dad and
my aim won't be true?

- All I'm saying is that...
- Trainee, if you learn

anything riding next to me,

let it be this...

Never question if I'll take
down a target in my sights.

I kill because it's my nature to.

[Sighs]

An ambulance is on its way, Ranger.

All right.

Ain't no need for that, now, is there?

[Breathes shallowly]

[Coughs]

[Somber music plays]

You go be with your daddy now.

[Voice breaking] This
is all my fault, Daddy.

No, no. You did good.

You rushed in at the
first sign of trouble.

That's how us Rourke men do it.

Look at me, Frank.

This is the part where
I'm supposed to say,

Son, don't follow in my footsteps,

only I just can't do that.

Your great-grandfather,
he robbed trains.

Your granddaddy took down banks.

And your daddy...

Well, you know what your daddy did.

And he don't regret one damn day of it.

But here's the rub...

It always ends like this.

Rourke men never die of old age.

Quit crying.

Don't shed no tears. There you go.

Get mean.

If you remember anything
I ever taught you,

remember that.

[Sighs]

One more thing...

Don't you blink, 'cause
I'll be back in...

- two shakes...
- Two shakes of a lamb's tail...

[Grunts]

Kyle:[Echoing] Frank? Frank?

With me there, Frank?

Keep your eyes on a swivel.

They're out here. I can feel it.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Doorbell buzzes]

Yeah?

What do you want?

Follow me.

Sir, I need to inspect your buy-in.

[Metal detector warbling]

[Metal detector squeaks]

What do you got in your pants?

You hitting on me, mister?

Kidding. Here, let me show you.

Hell's all this?

[People screaming]

Ladies and gentlemen, it is
time to stand and deliver!

Your money or your life?

That's it.

[People scream]

Who else wants to go all in? You?

Fill her up, hoss.

Don't have to be neat,
buddy. Throw it in there.

- Double time.
- [Zipper clicks]

Gracias.

Well, you must be Jacques.

And you must be a dead man
hitting my spot like this.

Wait, what's that on your nose?

- [Grunts] Aah!
- Blood.

[People shout]

Have a nice evening, folks.

[Explosion, people scream]

That's Bobby. Here we go.

[Dramatic music continues]

[Door closes]

- Hey.
- Nice work, Pop.

Here you go, buddy. I'm
gonna secure the door.

All right.

[Glass shatters]

Bobby?

Bobby, look out!

[Grunts] Aah!

- Evening, Henry.
- [Pistols cock]

Well...

I guess this is what they
call a Mexican standoff.

Now, the way I see it,

we can go ahead and
close each other's eyes,

or...

you and me can just talk.

Frank, what are you doing?

How about it, Henry?

Let's talk.

Henry, you don't have to die here.

Considering your pistol's at your side,

I reckon you'll be the one in
the bone orchard come Sunday.

Sure, you can kill me, but,
see, the guy at my 6:00?

You got him? In my
sights ready to execute.

That's Kyle Craig, former U.S. Marine.

Could shoot a pimento out
of an olive at 25 yards.

He'll have no trouble
making your funeral

a closed-casket service.

But you'll be dead right
along with me, lawman.

I'm fine with that...

Blaze of glory, killed in the line...

Only what about your son?

He'll be convicted of those robberies,

plus do time for the killing
of that jewelry-store guard

and the slaying of a cop.

- That is... if you pull that trigger.
- So what?

You gonna offer me a reduced sentence?

I know you can't make deals.

You don't have the power.

No, but I have my word,
and I'm giving it to you.

Surrender now.

I'll cash in some IOUs
at the D.A.'s office.

You'll get life without parole.

- Bobby will be out in 10.
- Don't do it, Pop.

Henry, that's your only son behind me,

your final mark on this world.

And right here, right now,
you've got one last chance

to give him something to build on.

Please, give Bobby a better life.

[Dramatic music plays]

You look me in the eye, lawman.

Are you a man of your word?

It's the only good thing I got left.

[Grunts]

Pop! Pop!

Hey, Rourke!

[Knife clatters]

Pop!

Henry:[Grunting]

Don't worry. I'll keep my word.

Kyle, let the kid come to his father.

[Gasping]

[Voice breaking] Pop. Pop.

- Bobby.
- Come on, g-get up.

[Somber music plays]

[Sobs]

[Police radio chatter]

Uh, give us a moment.

Glad you're still here, Ranger.

- Is that a fact?
- Yep.

'Cause I want you to know something.

You're a dead man.

Not today,

but sooner or later, I'm gonna kill you.

No, you're not.

Let me tell you what
you are gonna do.

You're gonna do exactly as I say,

so pay real close attention, kid.

[Echoing] 'Cause I'm only
gonna speak this once.

So, what's all this about...

You hooking up Jesse James
Jr. With a reduced sentence?

This is my case,
Frank. That's my call.

You know I got juice at the
D.A.'s office, too, right?

And I'll wager a bottle
of whatever moonshine

you put yourself to
sleep with every night

that my contact outranks yours.

Well, first off,
moonshine comes in jugs,

not bottles, and second, go ahead.

Be a complete prick and trump my play...

- [Scoffs]
- ... or shake my hand and say,

Frank, thanks for
calling up on my case.

Choice is yours.

- [Chuckles]
- Next time, check with me first.

I hope he's worth it.

Hey, guys, give me a sec, will you?

What do you want?

For you to do exactly what I say,

so pay close attention, kid,

'cause I'm only speaking this once.

You're about to be sent
into a den of hyenas,

where most men come out feral beasts

stripped of their humanity, but not you.

Do your time with your head
down and your mouth shut.

Don't join a gang.
Don't hustle on the side.

Swear to that, and I'll
shepherd you through.

Why would you do that for me?

'Cause we're both our father's sons.

But that doesn't have to define us...

Not you and not me.

Good luck, Bobby.

Sun's gonna be up soon.

We should probably head
over to your house then.

Why?

[Mid-tempo music plays, hammer pounding]

[Grunts]

[Both sigh]

Well, you don't suck, trainee.

I help you fix your house,

and that's the nicest thing you can say?

I'm not talking about
your roofing skills.

- Truth is, as a carpenter, you're crap.
- [Chuckles]

But being a cop, you don't suck.

I've been meaning to ask you a question.

I uncovered your old
foster-care records.

Said your foster father was Sam O'Keefe,

the Texas Ranger who took
you and your father down.

Waiting for a question, Kyle.

Seems like you got all the answers.

What was that like,

being raised by the cop
who killed your old man?

That was a long time ago.

It's all a blur now.

Sam still around?

Nope. Killed in the line of duty.

Sorry.

Go out in a blaze of glory?

Damn straight he did.

Just like your old man.

To Ranger Sam O'Keefe.

To Detective Billy Craig.

[Bottles clink]

[Siren wails in distance]

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