All language subtitles for FBI_Most_Wanted_S06E05[_73278].srt - eng(2)

- You said.
You said I could see him.

- I know I did, Caleb.

- So then why are you
saying no?

- I'm not.

Honey, I just want to
understand

why now, after all this time?

- Because I want to.

I shouldn't have
to explain that to you.

- What's going on?

- None of your business, Ray.

Oh, my God, you're such a liar!

- Caleb!
- Hey, watch your mouth.

[door slams]

What was that all about?

- He wants to see his father.

- Maybe you should let him.

There's a lot of fatherless
kids out there right now.

- You're his father in
all the ways that matter, Ray.

Lou is his pen pal.

The only time we hear from him

is when he sends a birthday
or Christmas card.

- Look, I get it, but he seemed
pretty cool when I met him.

- You don't know him like I do.

Coughing up child support
doesn't make him

the father Caleb wants
or needs.

- Facts.

- You have an opinion on this?

- I do, but I'm not trying
to overstep my boundaries.

- Just tell me what you think.

- He's a 14-year-old kid.

You know, he's going through
a lot of changes right now.

All right? But he's smart,
and he's damn sure mature.

'Cause you made him that way.
- [scoffs]

- Now you just--

you gotta trust him.

- What if it's a disaster?

I mean, what if Lou says no?

- And what if he doesn't?

Look, whatever you decide,

I'ma rock with you, all right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

[soft dramatic music]

We got this.

♪

[insects droning]

- So you're really
going to hang it up?

- And leave
all this glamour behind?

[suspenseful music]

That's right, big brother.

Today's my last job.

- Hell, I do this work
for free.

I'm in it for the rush.

♪

- Just remember, play it cool.

The warehouse should be empty.

There's only two guards
on duty.

How we looking, Chico?

[radio static buzzes]

♪

- Jammer's almost ready.

I'll knock out those cameras,
but once the Wi-Fi goes,

it'll trigger the silent alarm.

- Yeah, we'll have
three minutes.

On my mark.

Ready?

Mark.

- Hitting the gate now.

♪

- I'm at the door.

- Opening the door now.

[door clicks and beeps]

♪

- Setting charges.
Mark 30.

- Copy, 30.

♪

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

- Don't want to rush this part.

♪

[steady beeping]

- [grunts]

[beeping]

♪

Fire in the hole.

[engine turns over]

[beep]

[loud clang]

[alarm wailing]

♪

[alarm wailing]

♪

- [laughs]

Oh, baby!

[chuckling]
Oh!

Oh, Nate, where the hell'd
you find this place?

- Consider it
my parting gift to you.

♪

- Chatter in the police band.
They're scrambling cars.

- Right on schedule.

♪

- Yellow bags first.
Yellow bags first.

♪

- [exhales]

[gunshots]

Go, keep going.
I got this.

Hey, pal!

Everything's insured, right?

No reason to die over
someone else's money.

Tell you what.

You give us 58 seconds,
we'll be out of your hair.

How does that sound?

[grunts]

♪

No, wait, wait, wait, wait!

[gunshots]
- [grunts]

- Damn it.

[breathing heavily]

♪

- You OK?
- I'm good.

- Yo, we gotta go, man.
We gotta go, we gotta go!

- Let's go. We gotta move.

Go, go, go, go.

- The hell happened?

- Mike went a little off book.

- That security guard
almost killed Nate.

- I was fine, you lunatic.

- Ain't no time to argue.
Cops are almost here.

- [groans]

♪

[tires screeching]

♪

Wait for it.

[watches beeping]

♪

[engine turns over]

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Remy Scott,
this is Jimmy Givens,

bank robbery coordinator out
of the Atlanta field office.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

First things first,
where's the bank?

- You're looking at it.
Agee Cash Logistics.

They pick up money
from commercial clients,

including the largest banks
in the U.S.,

then move that cash
in armored trucks

to facilities like this one.

- It looks like a warehouse.
- That's part of the appeal.

Banks hire third parties
like Agee to store their money

in nondescript,
secure locations

just like this one
all over the U.S.

- Ain't that secure.

You like anybody for this?
- Nah.

- Remy, this is Jodi Baldwin,
branch manager at Agee.

- I don't know
how this happened.

This branch has
two separate alarm systems,

4-inch thick steel walls,

motion-sensing cameras,
the works.

- Any cameras
catch the robbers?

- Unfortunately, no.

They used this
radio frequency jammer,

which means that they knocked
out all cell signal and Wi-Fi

within a five-block radius.

- That's what cut our cameras
and alerted police.

- A lot more sophisticated
than the Dillinger Gang,

tell you that much.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct PA announcement]

- So it looks like they used
linear-shaped charges

to cut through the vault door.

- I'll have bomb squad test
the chemical composition,

see if we can source where
the explosives came from.

- They didn't make it out
totally unscathed.

Have the lab run this blood
through CODIS.

- They timed this robbery
perfectly.

In and out in under
three minutes.

- We've had a handful of false
alarms over the last few weeks.

- You think they were
testing the system?

- Or police response time,
is my guess.

- This crew's well-organized.
All this is pretty textbook.

- Aside from
killing that guard.

[tense somber music]

- How big was their take?

- About $1.2 million,
not that much.

This branch is scheduled
to shut down.

That might be one of
the reasons it was targeted.

Agee recently moved my team

and most of the deposits
stored here

to our North Carolina facility.

- How much is usually kept
in one of these branches?

- Over $100 million moves
through Charlotte each day.

- That's a lot of cabbage,
Jodi.

- It's the new banking mecca
of the South.

They were running
a skeleton crew here.

I tried to warn them about it.

Now a man is dead.

♪

- Hana, see if you can ID

where those RF jammers
were purchased.

Pull files on
all the Agee employees.

Ray, Barnes, dig in
on those explosives.

Military bases,
demolition sites, contractors.

They probably stole them
to avoid a paper trail.

- Locals just found where the
crew dumped their telecom van.

They swapped it out
for a green Kia

at an abandoned lot
about a mile from here.

We've got a partial plate.
BOLO's already gone wide.

- Yeah, we'll track down
the Kia.

Let's roll.
Time is money.

♪

[elevator dings]
- All right, baby.

It'll be fine. I gotta go.
Talk to you.

- Agents,
Mr. Greeley is expecting you.

- Yeah.
- Everything OK?

- Uh, a little family drama.

Caleb wants to see his father
and Cora's not feeling it.

- Why?

- Well, she believes
that Lou is unreliable.

That if Caleb called him,
that he'd blow him off.

But he didn't.

He actually decided
to hang out.

- Being a stepdad is hard, man.

You got to navigate
that weird in-between.

- He's a 14-year-old boy

who wants to hang out
with his father.

I'm not getting
in the way of that.

- That's surprisingly mature
of you.

- I have my moments.

- Thank you.

- Agents, Sally tells me

you're looking into that
break-in we had a while back.

- Yeah, we're investigating a
robbery at Agee Cash Logistics.

The perpetrators blew the vault
doors clean off the hinges.

- We tested the trace
chemical composition

of the explosives they used.

Came back consistent with RDX.

- I was afraid you'd say that.

Someone made off
with about 12 yards' worth

of our largest shaped charges
two weeks back.

- Could those explosives

cut through a steel vault
like that?

- Load that size ought
to punch through four,

maybe five inches
of reinforced steel.

- And you keep this stuff
just laying around?

- I'll tell you what
I told the police.

We've never been robbed before.

I'm changing the locks.

I'm upgrading
my security system, too.

- And what about your cameras?

Cameras, we've had
in place for years.

Caught those two turkeys who
broke in on our security feed.

Wish it was a clearer shot.

Local PD were unable
to identify either suspect.

[tense music]

- It's nothing.

All right, thank you.

♪

- Can Nate even hold a gun?

- Look, Mike said it was a
through and through, all right?

This is just phase one.

The real score is right
around the corner.

- Better be.

- Nah, look.

Get what we need, and keep
your eyes open, all right?

I'm going shopping.

- [grunts]

♪

- No worries, we'll have it
filled by the end of the day.

It'll be here
when you get here.

Bye.
[phone clicks]

♪

[gasps]

- Get in! Head down.

Get down!

- All right.

- How's your shoulder?

- It's fine, it's fine.

♪

[sighs]

Just ready for all this
to be over.

- You know, uh,
maybe now's not the right time

to call it quits.

There's going to be a lot
of heat on us after that job.

- Yeah, whose fault is that,
Mike?

- The clock was running.

- Oh, yeah? I thought you were
worried about me.

♪

- I ain't going back to prison.

- Then don't be stupid.

♪

Look, I want off this ride,
Mike.

Preferably before
the music stops.

And stunts like
shooting a security guard

is going to get us all pinched
if we're not careful.

- You know, Nate,

this life we lead,

it chooses you
as much as you choose it,

and there's no walking away.

♪

Told you we needed
to ditch that ride.

♪

- Engine's still pinging.
They got to be close by.

♪

- Where the hell are they?

One of their guys was injured, right?

- Yeah.

You two secure the car, OK?
We'll be back.

- Quick, grab the funny money.

♪

No, not that one.
The bag with the yellow tape.

♪

[door bell jingles]

- You see anybody suspicious
come through here?

- No.

♪

- Remy!

Hey, he's headed out back!

- FBI!

Move, move, move, move, move!

♪

- [panting]

♪

- [grunts]

- Hang tight.
We'll be back, OK?

- OK.

- Hey, amigo.

- [speaks Spanish]

- Felicidades.

- [grunting]

- Come on, come on!

[men speaking in Spanish]

[tires screech]

- Hey!
Hey, stop there!

Stop!

Put it down.
Put it down!

Put it down.

Hey!

- Hey, leave that there.
Leave that there!

- Did you see which way
they went?

- No.

- Leave it where you found it!
- Grab it, go!

- [cheers and laughs]

- Locals rounded up most
of the robbery crew's decoys,

but there's still a few
left in the wind.

- Well, the money should
be easily recovered.

All of it is consecutive bills
from the Fed,

another Agee client.
- Yeah.

- Which is worthless
to our fugitives.

These pricks are good.

- So the pharmacist confirmed

the two guys who
robbed the drugstore

look a lot like our unsubs
who boosted the explosives.

- What'd they take?

- Not much. A little morphine,
some antibiotics.

- Basic triage
for a gunshot wound.

[sighs] What about the rest
of this crew?

Are we any closer
to IDing any of them?

- We've got a familial hit
from the CODIS offender index.

Now, that bloodstain
left in the vault

was a 25% match
to Ronald Perry.

He's an inmate at the
federal lockup in Atlanta.

Now, Ronnie's got a jacket
a mile long,

but his specialty
is bank robberies.

- 25%.
Does Ronnie have any grandkids?

- No. He has two nephews,
Mike and Nate Perry.

Mike served time for assault
with a deadly weapon.

He was released last year
and dropped off the grid.

Nate has no criminal history,
but he has a spotty tax record

attached to an apartment
in the Old Fourth Ward.

- If Agee was one and done,

these guys would have
divvied up the money by now

and pulled a Houdini.

- You don't think they're done?

- Not even close.

You three go check out
Nate's apartment.

Ray and I are going to go pay
Uncle Ronnie a little visit.

- Why the hell would I help you
jam up my own family?

- You're looking at
a 25-year bid, Ronnie.

You help us out, I can request
a downward departure,

shave a few years off.

25 years is a mighty long time.

- Did the boys really kill
somebody at that Agee heist?

- A security guard.

He had a two-year-old daughter.

I'm guessing
leaving dead bodies

is something that you would
have taught them to avoid.

- Damn right.

Look, I shouldn't even
be talking to you,

but I'm worried my nephews
might be over their skis here.

[clears throat]

[soft suspenseful music]

♪

I took the boys in
after my sister passed,

when Mike and Nate
were just teenagers.

Those two are like sons to me.

- So you taught them
the family business.

- Yeah.

I taught them
everything I know.

- We're concerned that Agee
might be their first target

in a crime spree.

Who's in charge here?

- Mike's always been
a bit of a wild child.

Loves the thrill
as much as the score.

But Nate's the brains
of the operation.

He was such a smart, sweet kid.

I tried to convince him to go
to college, live a normal life.

Then Mike roped him in.

A few weeks back,
Nate told me he met some girl,

said he was planning on
running off with her.

Best guess?

This was Nate's plan,
but Mike's cracking the whip.

Nate gave me a new cell number

just in case he had
to leave town real quick.

- Put it in there.

- U.S. attorney's office
will be in touch.

♪

[knocks]

[door buzzes]

♪

- [sighs]
Let's go find Nate's cell.

If he thinks it's still secret,

he might be dumb enough
to use it.

- I almost want to
feel sorry for the guy.

He was only teaching him
what he knew.

- Are you kidding?

He just sold his nephews out
for a haircut on his sentence.

Uncle Ronnie's looking out
for numero uno.

- Clear.

- All clear.

- Yeah, there's not much
to search through.

This place looks like
one of those model units.

- Maybe Nate hates clutter
just as much as you do.

- If it doesn't spark joy,
let it go.

- I've got a stack
of prepaid SIM cards here.

Maybe he's planning on running.

- Well, if that's the case,

I don't think
he's going about it alone.

He bought this multi-carat ring
for somebody special.

- We think Nate's planning
a permanent honeymoon.

- But where to?

- Venezuela, Cuba.

Nate just qualified
for his private pilot license,

and those are the closest
non-extradition countries.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[drill whirs]

- Whoa, easy!
Go, go, go!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop right there.

Stop right there.

Uh-huh. I'll take that.

- [grunts]

- Get in. Get in!

♪

- We got the sprinter van.

All right, I'll see you soon.

[door slams]

Drive.

[engine turns over]

♪

- OK, just slow down.
Tell me exactly what happened.

- Uh, the guy,
he yanked me out of the van,

then he pistol-whipped me.

That is the last thing
I remember.

- The attendant saw everything

through the security cams
and called the cops.

The crew loaded up in the back
of an Agee sprinter van

and forced the driver
to head east.

- Can we track their location?

- Not without this.
So I checked.

Nate only powered
his phone on for a second.

He made one outgoing call
to a Mecklenburg County,

then he immediately
shut it down.

- [sighs]

- What were you guys
carrying in the van?

- That's the weird part.
The van was empty.

We had just dropped off
a large cache of jewelry

at a trade show in Chattanooga.

We were headed back to Agee
when we got the call.

- What call?

- Some robbery down in Atlanta.

Corporate had us divert
to the next closest branch.

- And where's that?

- Charlotte.

[chuckling] We were less
than an hour from home.

- OK, so any security breach
triggers Agee

to reroute traffic and all
security deposits to Charlotte?

- Yes, ma'am.
Standard protocol.

- That must be why
they hit Atlanta first.

- Thanks.

- To fatten up the score

and gain access to
the mother lode in Charlotte.

- Yeah, they weren't robbing
the sprinter van.

They're using it like
a Trojan horse to get inside.

We got to head to Charlotte.
- I'll let Remy know.

♪

- All clear.

You're good.

- Thanks. Have a good day.

♪

[ominous notes]

♪

- Thought there were two of you
on this rig.

- After we got rerouted, my
bagman begged off in Atlanta.

- Gotta get some R&R when
you can at this company.

♪

Hey, man,
we've got an issue back here.

Your seal is cracked.

Hey, mister--

- Hold it.
[cocks gun]

[knocks on door]

No sudden movements.

- How we doing today?

♪

- Come on.

[door slams]

♪

- We're 15 minutes behind Nina.

Locals are scrambling
to Agee now.

- Tell them to lay back.

They can stop anybody
from coming or going,

but do not approach until
our team arrives on scene.

- All right, copy that.

- See if you can
reach Jodi Baldwin.

- The Agee branch manager?
- Exactly.

According to her,
there's at least $100 million

sitting in that facility.
[phone line trilling]

That was probably
that crew's target all along.

- What do you mean?

- The Charlotte branch would
know their regular drivers.

If the vans from Atlanta got
rerouted because of a breach,

the Perry brothers
could hijack one

and sail through security
in Charlotte.

- Agent Scott, is that you?

- We have reason to believe
that the crew

that hit the Atlanta branch

is en route to rob Charlotte
as we speak.

Where are you now?
- I'm at the facility.

- Are you safe? Is anything
out of the ordinary?

- No, uh, nothing yet.

I can lock us down
until you arrive.

- I think
that's your best bet.

- We'll send units
to your location, Ms. Baldwin.

- OK, thank you both.

And please hurry.

- Good girl.

♪

- Hey, take it easy.
- Shut up and move.

- Get your hands off me!

[gasps]
- You ain't in charge, bitch.

- Hey, whoa.
That's enough.

- You ain't in charge either,
short stack.

- Guys, guys!
Will you two knock it off?

If we don't work together,
we all go to jail.

♪

- Come on.

- Did you get all the cameras?
- It's the last one.

- Good. Kill it.

Let's go. Get the guards.

Put them in the storage room
by the truck.

- All right, let's go.

[spray can hissing]
Everybody up.

- Let's go!
- Up!

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Get up.

- All right.
- Go!

- OK.

[engine roaring]

- We're pulling into
the Charlotte branch now.

- Any sign of the
Perry brothers?

- No visual on our crew or
the missing sprinter van.

- Yeah, the building
looks pretty quiet.

- Wait, what's that?

- Remy, we got one
rogue county police officer

outside the building.

- Get Barney Fife
out of there now.

- Just received an alert

about a potential robbery
at this location.

- Uh, we haven't
had any alarms.

- Mind if I take a quick look
around the place?

- Sure, be my guest.

♪

- Officer, it's the FBI.
Step away from the door.

- Come on, buddy.

You don't want to
spook the Feds.

- Hey, he's talking
to somebody.

- Put your hands up
and approach the vehicle!

- Seriously, they're looking
for some big-time bank robber.

- Both of you
put your hands up now!

♪

- [grunts]
[gunshots]

- Take cover!

♪

- Last load.
Grab what you can and let's go.

[tense music]

♪

- All right, so the good news is
we've got the place surrounded.

Bad news is,
is Agee's security system

is making it impossible
to breach.

- We got eyes inside yet?

- The crew have systematically
been hitting the security cams

with spray paint.

Now, this is the last we have
of them on tape.

♪

Now, this ran for
another 20 seconds

and then was hit
with spray paint.

- Dissension in the ranks.

- So I just got off the phone
to Agee corporate.

They said on the weekend,

there's only four guards
on duty.

- Who were all taken hostage.

- That's pretty lax
for $100 million.

- Technically,
it's not Agee's money.

- All right.
I knocked out their phones.

- We're jamming all incoming
and outgoing traffic?

- Only voice they'll hear
is yours.

♪

[phone rings]

- This is
Special Agent Remy Scott.

I'd like to talk to Mike Perry, please.

♪

- This is Mike, Agent Scott.

- I had a very
enlightening conversation

with your Uncle Ronnie earlier.

- [chuckles]
How is the old bastard?

- He was in
a very chatty mood, Mike,

I got to tell you.

He told us all about
Nate's new burner phone.

- Dude, what the hell?
- Screwed the whole deal.

- Just calm down.

- Wish he hadn't done that.

Another 15, you never would
have heard from us again.

- Who is "us," by the way?

By my count, you've got
two additional accomplices

and around seven hostages
inside.

That sound about right?

- Very good.

The hostages are doing fine,
by the way.

Keeping them safe now
is up to you.

- And how am I going
to do that, Mike?

- You could start
by pulling your men back

from the building.

- Uh, please, Agent Scott,
do what they say.

♪

- [sighs]

All right, everybody back up.

Let's get SWAT away
from the building.

♪

Replay that video.

- What are you thinking?

- Something wrong
with this picture.

Why does Nate stop Mike
from smacking Jodi around?

- Maybe chivalry isn't dead.

- Maybe.

Jodi live nearby?

- An apartment a mile
from here.

- Take Hana and haul ass.

Jodi might be
a partner in crime.

- OK, thanks.
We'll be in touch.

So apparently Jodi
wasn't transferred

to the Charlotte facility.

She was demoted from branch
manager to weekend supervisor.

They tried to offer her
a severance package,

but she turned that down.

- So Jodi knew
she was about to be fired?

- Apparently she was
a squeaky wheel,

always filing reports
on security risks,

which Agee largely ignored.

- Well, sometimes those risks
turn into opportunities.

- OK, what's this?

Suitcase?
Where's she going?

- Six nights at a villa
in Turks and Caicos

for Jodi and Nate Baldwin.

- Jodi must be who
Nate's going away with.

- Remy was right.
She's not a hostage.

She's their inside man.

♪

- Remy, Jodi's in on it.
She's working with them.

- I knew there was something
about her I didn't like.

Stay close to your phone.

It's time to rattle
this crew's cage.

Get Mike Perry on the horn.

Alert SWAT to breach
on my command.

- Copy.
- There you go.

[phone line trilling]

[phone rings]

- Just the man
I wanted to speak with.

- Listen, Mike.

It's time to start showing

a little good faith
around here,

or I'm going to be forced
to escalate the situation.

- What's good for the goose,
Agent Scott.

We've been working up a list
of demands on our end as well.

What can we do to show you
we mean business?

- You can start
by releasing a hostage.

- All right.

We'll send out Baldwin,
the female supervisor.

- That's not going to work,
Mike.

We need a hostage.
A real one.

Not the woman who helped you
plan the whole operation.

♪

Mike?

You there, hombre?
[phone beeps]

♪

- They know about Jodi, Mike.

- What do we do?
- Shut up. Just let me think.

- Told you I wasn't
a good actress.

- Shh. You sold it.
You did.

- Obviously not.

- Did you kill
all the security cameras?

- I did my job.

- Well, how'd they
figure it out?

- 'Cause you're screwing Nate,
you dumb bitch.

- Don't talk to her like that.
- Or what?

I told you not to bring
your girlfriend along.

It was a stupid idea.

- Without Jodi, there would
be no score, you idiot.

This whole job was her play.

- Well, maybe we should
just send her out.

- Maybe this is your fault,
Mike!

If you hadn't gotten
trigger-happy in Atlanta,

the FBI wouldn't even be here!

The whole plan turned

on the cops believing Jodi
was our hostage!

- Well, it's a stupid plan!
- No, you're stupid!

You are,
and you always have been!

And if it wasn't for you,
we'd be home free right now.

If it wasn't for you,

Jodi and I would be halfway
to Turks and Caicos.

♪

- Wait a second.
Nate, where's your plane?

♪

- Private airstrip
ten minutes away. Why?

- Is it ready to fly?

- I gassed it up
like you told me to.

- Maybe it is our best shot.

- It's a single-engine plane.
[sighs]

There's only room enough
for four passengers.

♪

[gunshot]
- Oh, my God!

- Four-way split?

OK, then.

[phone ringing]

♪

- Agent Scott.
- What the hell was that, Mike?

- Nothing.
Just a warning shot.

- Didn't sound like nothing.
- Everything's fine.

We're sending out
the hostages now.

[line beeps]

[door creaking]

- What's happening, Remy?

- He's sending out
the hostages.

- Hold your fire. They're
sending out the hostages.

- Copy.
- Copy that.

- I count six.
- No sign of Jodi.

- No surprise.

- I smell a rat.

- What do you want to do?

- Move, move, move!
Get out of the way!

- Move it!
- Move!

- Get out of the way!
- Go!

[gunfire]

- Move!
- Get out! Get out of the way!

[tires screeching]
[bullets thunking]

[gunfire]

- Come on, let's go!
Get in the car!

[engine turns over]
- Go, go, go!

[tires screeching]

♪

[sirens wailing]

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Don't lose them.

- They can't outrun us
in an armored truck.

- You think you could
run them off the road?

- Not really. I mean, they may
as well be driving a tank.

It weighs around 15,000 pounds.

- I think I know
where they're headed.

I found Nate's
flight school records.

He's been flying out
of a private airstrip

that's six miles
away from here.

- I can't wait to arrest
these sons of bitches.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct shouting]
- Look out!

- That way! Go!

- Hang on.

[tires screeching]

♪

[car horns blaring]

[distant sirens wailing]

- Come on.
- Open the cargo door.

Get the money in.
- Mike, this is insane.

They're right behind us.

- Then you have to hurry.
Load the damn plane, Nate!

[sirens whooping]

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- FBI!
Drop your weapon!

[gunfire]

♪

- What the hell are you doing?

- I told you,
I ain't going back to prison!

♪

- There's nowhere to go, Mike!
Look!

- Nate, I'm scared.

- Just stay with me.
- [whimpers]

All I wanted to do was
screw Agee out of some money

and run away with you,
that's it.

- Would you two just shut up!

[gunfire]

[Jodi screams]

- You all right?
- Yeah, I think so.

- Are you hit?

Where is it?
Where are you shot?

- Nate, Nate, it's not
my blood, it's yours.

[tense music]

- End of the line, Mike!

What do you say
we stop all this?

Before someone else
gets killed?

♪

[gunfire]

- Guess that's a no
to coming out peaceful.

- You want to wait for SWAT?

- Hell no.

Maybe we don't need
the entire crew to surrender.

All we need is one.

- You want to put the brothers
against each other?

- Every family
has their baggage.

Sounds like these two
have more than most.

Nate, Agent Scott here!

Only talking to you, son.

- Don't listen to that noise.

- Uncle Ronnie says
you were a sweet kid.

Too smart to follow
in his footsteps.

Until your psychopathic brother
came along

and roped you into
the family business.

♪

- He's playing you, Nate.
He's playing us.

- Your brother's right.

I'm not going back
to prison either.

- No!

[gunfire]

- [groans]

♪

- Male target down.

- How many more people
have to die, Nate?

Your idiot brother's going
to get your fiancée killed!

You'll regret it for
the rest of your life!

♪

[Jodi breathing heavily]

- Tell them I made you do it.

- What?
- All of it.

You'll get a
lighter prison sentence

if you tell them
Mike and I held you hostage.

- No. No!

- Wayne and Chico are dead.

It'll be our word against his.

- No.
- It's the only way.

[soft dramatic music]

I love you.

- I love you, too.

♪

- It's over, Mike.

- Oh, like hell it is.

[somber music]

♪

- You want me
to move in closer?

- No, no.
Let them talk it out.

- Come on now.

Think this through,
little brother.

- For once in my life, I am.

And this time,
I'm doing what's best for me.

- We're a team.

Hell, we're family.

- Do you remember
what you said?

About the life we lead?

You don't get to just
walk away from it.

♪

- You would do this
to your own brother?

♪

- Put the gun down, Mike.

Please.

♪

It's over, OK?

♪

We're coming out.

- Put your hands in the air!
Get 'em up!

Drop your weapon!
Drop it!

♪

On the ground, now!
- Get down on the ground!

- Spread 'em! Face down!

- Get those hands down!
- Spread 'em!

- Give me your hands.
Give me your hands.

[handcuffs clicking]

♪

[knocking on door]

- If you'd given me
more notice,

I would have had him ready
by now.

- Hey, what up, Lou?

- Ray.

- Dad!

- [laughs]
Hey, little man.

Look at you.

Those the Air Jordans
I sent you?

- Yeah.

- Good, man, 'cause we going
to see DJ WeetWeet tonight.

- Damn, really?

- Caleb, language.

- You like DJ WeetWeet?

- I'm not sure
I know who he is.

- Her.
Yeah, she about to pop off.

Now, one of my clients
is spinning at Hypno-T tonight,

and I'm thinking maybe
I can get Caleb backstage

for a little meet and greet.
- Seriously?

- [chuckling] Yeah.
- Hold on a second.

Hypno-T is a--it's a club.

- Yeah, so?

- What do you mean, yeah, so?

He's 14 years old.

He don't need to be
up in the club.

- Does make it
nearly impossible

for me to order a Hennessy.

[chuckles]

- Do I look like I'm joking?

- No, you don't.

Look, we'll be
in the underage section.

Is this what it's like
being married to a cop?

[chuckling]

- It's OK.
Caleb knows how to behave.

- Yeah, Ray. It's cool.

- Just have him home
before midnight.

- Not a problem.

Let's go, little man.

[soft dramatic music]

- All right. Have fun.
- See you.

♪

- You sure about this?

- [sighs] What am I going to do,
tell him he can't go?

- Yeah, maybe.

- Ray, you said whatever
I decided, you'd support me.

- Look, I know I did,
all right?

I just...

♪

Look, some things happened
at work today

that makes me believe that,
you know,

family is not always
the best influence.

- It's just a concert.

OK, look.

I don't know who
DJ WeetWeet is either,

but I'm sure it'll be fine.

♪

- Mm-hmm.
[clears throat]

♪

[phone clacking]

[sighs]

- What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm setting my alarm
for 11:45.

- Ray, please don't be mad.

- I'm not mad.
Look, I trust you.

I trust Caleb.

I don't trust him.

♪

- OK.

Well, I'm going to
have some wine then.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]