All language subtitles for S. Craig Zahler - Dragged Acroete - English with German Subs

I liked you back when
we was in elementary...

in Mr. Lorenzo's class.

I liked you, too.

Wish I knew that.

Though I would've needed
an instruction manual back then.

Ever thought about doing something else?

Some other kind of work?

Not real serious or anything.

Worked at the mall for a little while.

Let me look if you don't mind.

I've had a long intermission.

I'mma talk with Andre on Tuesday.

You interested if something comes up?

Before I consider that kind of vocation,

I need to get myself acclimated.

Certainly.

Walk around, breathe some air,
gaze at the sky,

see how blue it looks on the outside.

Enjoy yourself.

Once I've settled, I'll let you know.

Anyhow...

thanks for setting that up with Lana.

And for fetching me.

Certainly.

See you.

Baby, go back to your room, okay?

- Mama's busy.
- This ain't Ethan.

Henry?

Yeah.

- Put some clothes on...
- Look...

I got company right now. I...

Put some clothes on and eject that nigga
or I'm practicing home runs on his skull.

Move like you in fast-forward.

Look, you ain't got no right coming here.

That was a baseball bat,
and this door's beyond flimsy.

Okay, okay.

Let us get ourselves dressed. Damn.

Forcing my friend out.

You gotta promise
you're not gonna hurt him.

Out.

Call my mother again,
and I'll crack your skull.

- Understand?
- I do.

A'ight.

Take those garbage bags
that are outside down to the trash.

Okay, I will.

Fool, you just cost me.

Ma, how long you been doing this?

Not long.

What happened to your job at the grocery?

I got fired.

I left you money before I went in.

Plenty for twice as long.

It ran out.

Yeah...

and I can see its footprints
up and down your arms.

Look, you ain't got no right
lecturing me about nothing.

Your ass went to jail.
I did what I had to do.

Ma, let's fast-forward all this.

Ain't no point in arguing
about a bunch of yesterdays.

You can't be doing this.

Hooking, needles...

and especially not in front of Ethan
at all, ever.

He ain't a toddler no more.

And you doing those things around him,
it'll mess him up permanent.

So, you gonna take care of us now, huh?

Like your cock-sucking father did,

when he ran off
with his faggot-ass boyfriend?

Pops is a yesterday who ain't worth words.

You got opportunities
right out the penitentiary?

I might.

Look, we are six months behind
on bills, rent, everything.

The collection agency,
they buzzing like mosquitoes...

A'ight.

Start organizing yourself
and this place...

and I'll figure things.

Ethan home?

What?

It's me.

Henry?

- When'd you get out of the oven?
- Today.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Mom told me to lock the door
'cause a man was coming over later.

I'm coming.

Sounds like you could use some oil.

Ma, you got any?
Some kind that smells good.

I got the Italian kind
with the cork in it.

That'll work.

Looks like you've been working out.

Yeah, I've been doing curls.

Let's do it proper.

So, you wanna show me those video games
you talked about in your letters?

Are you gonna stay here?

I am...

till things are sort of correct.

Where's mine?

Spilled.

You didn't think to go back
and get me another?

Accelerated the event.

There was little time
and less inclination.

Prick.

I thought you'd be okay with...

me just telling you about mine.

Nope.

The story begins
on the fields of Jamaica...

Davids is gonna do leaky pipes?

Usually works, yeah.

You're still maintaining that...

gum is for cows and imbeciles?

I do, and it is.

Go away, I'm sleeping.

Come on, I'm sleeping.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Vasquez,

but there's a leak
coming from your apartment.

I need to come in and check the pipes.

I don't see any leaks.

The super hired me to check the pipes.

Let me in and I'll take care of it
as quick as I can.

Mr. Vasquez?

Sir!

Sir.

I need to get in there
and check those pipes.

Mr. Vasquez.

I'm getting dressed.

Police. Don't move.

Don't move your arm again, comprende?

All right. Yeah.

Anthony.

Bullshit, man. Shit.

Anybody else in there?

Mi novia.

She's in the bedroom, man. It's just her.

She got a weapon?
This wonderful woman you're abandoning?

No.

What's her name?

If you happen to recall.

Man, you wanna get your fucking foot...

Shit!

- There's something on your boot.
- Yeah, I noticed. What's her name?

- Rosalinda.
- That sounds like two names.

- At least.
- Yeah. Well, it's just one.

You're completely sure
there's only one woman in there?

Just one, man, it's just her.

Rosalinda.

This is the Bulwark Police.

I need you to open that door
and come out with your hands up.

Rosalinda, are you in there?

Rosalinda speaks English?

Yeah, yeah, but she got
a problem with her ears, man.

- Is she deaf?
- She wears something, man,

to make her hear better
but not when she goes to sleep, though.

He looks like a snorer.

Yeah, it's called sleep apnea, man.

She got a firearm in there?

No gun, man, but she got some pepper spray
in her purse, so, you know...

- Oh. Come on. Come on, man.
- This will be snug.

Shit, that's cutting off my circulation.

We'll be back before your foot turns blue.

Probably.

A lot nicer than my place.

Even the smell.

We've met Davids.

- Officer?
- Detective?

You dove deep on this plumber thing.

I've got a cousin who plumbs.

Vasquez is shackled?

On the fire escape.

His deaf girlfriend's in here.

You guys gonna shoot her?

- She's got a gun.
- 75% chance, yeah.

All right. Where do you want me?

Window.

Should've let the plumber in.

One, two...

Police. Okay?

¿Comprende, sí o no?

That handbag seemed a little heavy.

Even taking into account
the amount of makeup Latinas carry?

Yeah, even still.

She's got a gun.

Come on. Come on, honey.

You stay there.

Why don't you shut the doors
and crank up the fans?

Where did your novio put
that green duffel bag you got last night?

Can I have something to wear?

I'm cold.

I didn't understand that, did you?

No.

Sounded kind of like dolphin.

I expect she'll get more intelligible
when she answers our questions.

- Where's the green duffel bag?
- I wanna call a lawyer.

I wanna...

Where's the green duffel bag?

We saw Vasquez bring it here
last night at 11:00,

that swell guy who fled
and left you here with us.

Least he had time...

to get his soul mate.

Tell us where it is,

and my partner and I will be done in time
to get the breakfast special at Bert's.

Maybe that's reason enough to forget
all about you and that gun of yours.

Where is it?

The closet.

There.

In the wall behind the suits.

I smell three eggs over easy.

Hash browns...

and pumpernickel toast.

Plus that coffee you owe me.

- Officer.
- Detective?

Drag Vasquez back inside.

We got cash, narcotics, and two imbeciles
to drive downtown and paper.

You said if I told you where the bag was,
you'll let me go.

- Can you understand her?
- No.

We can be considerate

To people or strangers

Until you get to know them

This a guy or a girl singing this song?

Yeah

It's raining so hard outside

Before you go
I'll give you my favorite umbrella

To keep you dry

Can't tell.

Would you like to have...

Not that there's much of a difference
these days.

I think that line was obliterated...

the day men started saying,
"We're pregnant,"

when their wives were.

Your breakfast specials.

Thanks.

Didn't know the chief lieutenant
was so fond of intrigue.

Excuse me.

Could you box our food up
in to-go containers?

You want me to pack up
everything I just carried

- from all the way over there?
- Correct.

I'll get some take-out boxes.

You two crash into a truck
filled with breakfast buffet?

We were getting the breakfast specials
at Bert's when we got your message

and we boxed them up
and rode in with their emanations.

I like their pumpernickel toast.

They get it fresh from Jeanette's,
bakery across the way.

There's an issue with the bust
you two made this morning.

Who's complaining?

Civilian, saw you out on the fire escape.

Vasquez was armed and a threat.

- We did what was...
- There's a video.

You've seen it?

I have. It's not terrible.

Certainly could be much, much better.

Sound is shit.

Civilian was too far away
to get anything intelligible.

- That helps us.
- Who tipped you off?

My contact at Channel 7.

Anchovies.

- When's it airing?
- 6:00.

You'll survive.

Though,
I think it'll end our current discussions

about raises and promotions.

Anchovies.

We didn't give Vasquez
that much cast-iron.

- It was mostly me, Anthony...
- He gave him plenty.

Mr. Lurasetti's in that video, too,

smiling like a yearbook picture

when you put your foot
on that hombre's cabeza.

Our inspector...

our Mexican-American inspector,
is unlikely to be lenient.

Though your productivity is exemplary and
it'll keep you from losing your badges.

Politics, like always.

Like cell phones and just as annoying,

politics are everywhere.

Being branded a racist
in today's public forum

is like being accused
of communism in the '50s...

whether it's a possibly offensive remark
made in a private phone call

or the indelicate treatment of a minority
who sells drugs to children.

The entertainment industry, formerly known
as the news, needs villains.

There's certainly nothing hypocritical
about the media

handling every perceived intolerance
with complete and utter intolerance.

It's bullshit.

But it's reality.

But I'm not racist.

Every Martin Luther King Day,
I order a cup of dark roast.

How long is this suspension gonna be?

Six weeks.

No pay.

We need the hours.

I know what detectives make in Bulwark.

Go have some pumpernickel.

Ridgeman.

Gotta be aware of this stuff.

Digital eyes are everywhere.

I do what I think best when I'm out there.

I was that way when we were partners,
and I'm still that way now.

There's a reason I'm sitting
behind this desk running things

and you're out there
crouching on fire escapes

in the cold for hours

with a partner
that's 20 years younger than you.

Hey, Anthony's got a mouth
with its own engine, but he's solid.

That wasn't my point.

Thanks for letting us know
about this situation,

and any word you can have
with the inspector on our behalf

would be greatly appreciated.

One thing before you go.

I watched that video a couple of times.

You threw a lot more cast-iron
than you needed to.

And when we worked together...

you weren't that rough.

And?

It's not healthy for you

to scuff concrete as long as you have.

You get results,

but you're losing perspective
and compassion.

Couple more years out there
and you're gonna be

a human steamroller covered with spikes...

and fueled by bile.

There's a lot of imbeciles out there.

Yeah.

Use your time off to think about things.
Talk it over with Melanie.

Spend some time with her and Sara.

Yeah, I will.

I won't.

I won't.

Sara?

Yeah, Mom, it's me.

Sweetie?

What's wrong?

Sweetie?

Come here.

Good evening.
And welcome back, Mr. Lurasetti.

Anybody born in New York

- calls me Tony.
- Tony it is.

One moment, please.

Is something wrong with it, Tony?

No, no, it's beautiful.
Exactly like you promised.

It's... If Denise has any doubts
about saying yes when I'm on my knee,

this will nudge her
in the right direction.

I got an issue at work.

Do you need a payment plan?

- I'd be more than happy to...
- Thanks.

I saved enough for this.
It's a different kind of problem.

My wife has two brothers
who are therapists

and three sisters who are lawyers.

Well, my problems don't require
those kinds of professionals.

I just...
I'm thinking about the kind of future

I can offer my girlfriend and, you know,
that life won't have a lot of diamonds.

You must be ready by tomorrow night.

Okay.
You gotta be careful around these parts.

It's got lions.

Can we shoot them?

Well, yeah. But it's gonna be pretty hard
unless you have a pump-action shotgun.

Well, how do we get one... Oh, shit.

Okay, look. Get behind me.

Okay, stay there.

Nigga iced that feline.

Okay, look, we gotta go.
There's more coming.

Okay, once you get across this stream,
we gotta look out for boa constrictors.

This nigga's ready for a real safari.

Even if my legs worked all right,

I wouldn't wanna be
hunting animals for real.

It's like some rich, white-people shit.

Still, you're real good at this game.

And the other ones we played, too.

Well, yeah, this is what I wanna do
when I grow up.

- Play games?
- No. No, be a game designer.

Create worlds that are,
you know, different from the outside.

There's schools that teach you
how to do that?

- College or something?
- Yeah. They got schools.

Maybe once you finish high school,
you can...

I gotta go.

Can you save this adventure?

Yeah. I can save it.

All right.

His cousins are gonna be there this time.

Yeah, they are.

I don't like doing things
with so many question marks everywhere.

Yeah. Me neither.

But they was moved up.

You already got our advances.

Plus, Andrei already vouched for them.

Andrei himself is questionable.

You got our insurance?

In the glove compartment.

Why'd you want them wrapped in cellophane?

Sometimes a nigga ain't got time
for gloves...

or to wipe things down.

Yeah. I hope we don't need to use those.

We'll stash them in the vehicles
when we get the chance.

The van and the getaway.

It's all cotton candy.

The two detectives were filmed by
a concerned Bulwark citizen this morning.

Both partners have been suspended.

Brett Ridgeman was charged
with excessive force in 1998 and 2004.

And Anthony Lurasetti
was suspended for violating

the code of conduct last year.

The police commissioner
has declined to comment...

You've got five seconds
to hand me your drawer.

Okay. Okay.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

- Five.
- Yours.

Oh, I really need a pack of...

Please.

Please.

Shoes!

I forgot.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Want a beer?
- No, thanks.

I had to take some extra meds today.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You okay?

Fair.

What's that about?

Some kids were menacing Sara
on her way back from the bus

and one of them threw
a cup of orange soda all over her.

- What kids?
- The ones she didn't recognize.

Four blacks, one on a bike.

Though does it actually matter who?
That's the fifth time.

This fucking neighborhood,
it just keeps getting worse and worse.

- Is she okay?
- Well, yeah.

But coming home from school and walking
four blocks shouldn't be an ordeal.

No. It shouldn't.

Did you offer to pick her up at the bus,
escort her back?

Of course I did.

She knows it isn't easy for me
to get around a lot of the time,

and she'd be too embarrassed anyways.

Well, she's got two sets of cop DNA,
so of course she's tough.

Yeah, especially for her age and gender.

But she's getting older, more womanly.

And these boys are gonna start
having different kinds of ideas

about her pretty soon,
if they don't already.

You know, I never thought I was a racist
before living in this area.

I'm about as liberal
as any ex-cop could ever be. But now...

- We really need to move.
- I know.

No. Yesterday or the day before.

I know.

This thing that's going on
with you and Anthony right now,

- it's not gonna help.
- You saw the Vasquez footage?

- I did.
- And?

It's really time
you got a new windbreaker.

Yeah.

A couple people made comments.

Well, I was starting to say before

that I called up Bulwark Security Provider
and I asked them...

You're not doing security work.

We need money to move.

Absolutely not.

- I can take painkillers if...
- No. You're taking painkillers

to peel potatoes as it is.
It's not worth debating.

But I wanna do something.

I need to do something

as a mother, as a former cop.

Or someday, someday you and me,
we are in a hospital room

with our daughter
talking to a rape counselor.

Yeah.

I'll handle this.

How?

There's a way.

But it's not something
that we're gonna talk about...

ever.

Okay.

- Sara.
- Yeah?

That show about the lion cubs is on,
if you wanna watch it with me.

- If you'd rather read, that's, you know...
- No, it's fine.

Uh... Been staring at the same page
for the past 20 minutes anyway.

- Hey, you want something to nibble?
- Sure.

Are you okay with what happened?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey.

Hey.

- Do you want a cookie?
- No, thank you.

They're so cute before they get big.

I got an errand to run.
Be back in a couple hours.

I'm here to talk with Friedrich,
or Freddie, if he prefers.

- And who can I say is...
- Tell him Ridgeman is here.

- I'll go and see if he's available.
- He is.

How much are these? I don't see a tag.

$5,000.

So they're bulletproof?

You care for a drink?

I'm not here for a beverage.

Please.

You're looking for a new suit?

Now that you have violently
earned some leisure time.

I'm not.

Why then have you decided
to inhabit my shop this evening?

How's your son doing?

Well, very well.

His mother and I

are taking him to visit
some campuses next month.

- He scored very high on his tests.
- I thought he had potential.

Thank you.

I know that you're not inclined
towards exceptions.

Well, he was a kid,
the ringleaders are in jail,

I knew I could get something
more valuable from you someday

if I let him slip through a crack.

- How can I be of aid?
- I need a lead.

And what are you hoping to find?

A dealer, or a buyer.

Preferably one from out of town.

I am not as well-informed as I once was.

Call someone that is.

I shall.

Now.

Anthony. Yeah.

Be outside my place at 4:30.

Yup, a.m.

Put on your fake license plate.

Bring all your hardware
and dress nonchalant.

Are you the famous police officer
I saw in the news?

Any reason you're back there?

There is.

- Things okay with you and Melanie?
- They're fine.

Are you gonna tell me
the nature of this endeavor?

I'm gonna sleep.

- What are we here...
- You're gonna drive to 19th and Brant.

Why are we going all the way up there?

Every answer I give you is gonna engender
three times as many questions.

Let me sleep while I can, and
once we're there, you'll get your answers

and a nap if you need one.

Sounds like a stakeout.

Nineteenth and Brant.

You realize we're suspended.

Wake me at 18th.

We're at 18th.

Corner right.

Before you touch anything.

Ashtray.

One of these big orange things
opened up by my apartment.

Ripe and Fresh.

- It's shit?
- I haven't been in it.

I thought Denise cooked.

Only at her place.

She only shops at organic stores
that specialize in assuaging guilt.

Let's pull in the other side
of this Dumpster.

- This is good?
- It's perfect.

Take two.

Something's going on in Room 633
of that tan stucco.

What?

Hard to tell.

Especially because Apartment 633
doesn't even exist.

How do you mean?

Well, there's no door marked 633.

There's no windows or a buzzer.

No mail gets delivered there either.

But it's there.

This is sounding metaphysical.

You got a tip on this?

Yeah.

My contact tells me
that one Lorentz Vogelmann

is looking for an invisible residence.

And 633 in this tan stucco
is where he landed.

Vogelmann, I don't know that name.

Well, he's not local.

What line of work is he in?

Distribution.

Heroin, mostly. Large bundles.

What are we doing here?

You asking me this question as a civilian?

Because that's what we are right now,
civilians.

No different than kindergarten teachers

or the bum that collects aluminum cans
outside my building.

I know where I flung my badge yesterday.

What are we doing here?

We're monitoring a suspicious individual

to try and figure out if he's got
any money he doesn't need.

Anchovies.

- If you don't wanna be part of this...
- Christ.

Are you insane?

You get suspended, not for the first time
in your career either.

Now you decide to become a criminal?

And what the hell
are you even thinking with this?

Well?

Say something.

Talk!

I'm a month away from my 60th.

I'm still the same rank I was at 27.

For a lot of years,
I believed that the quality of my work,

what we do together,
what I did with my previous partners...

would get me what I deserved.

But I don't politic,
and I don't change with the times.

And it turns out that that shit's
more important than good, honest work.

So yesterday,
after we stop a massive amount of drugs

from getting into the school system,
we get suspended

because it wasn't done politely.

Then I go home and I find
my daughter has been assaulted

for the fifth time in two years...

because of the shit neighborhood
my shit wages force me to live in.

And my wife can't help.

She's barely getting through the day
on her meds as it is.

They okay?

Yeah. Melanie's coping. Sara's doing okay.

She's dealing with it better
than most kids her age would.

But who knows what kind of
long-term damage is going on with her?

There's been opportunities before,
more than a few.

Take a bribe,
pocket a bundle, pilfer cash.

I was a cop on active duty. Today,
I'm a poor civilian who's nearly 60.

I can accept that, but I'm not gonna ask
my wife and daughter to.

If we put all our collars together,
every imbecile we ever nabbed,

it'd probably fill two entire wings
of the state prison. Maybe three.

We have the skills and the right
to acquire proper compensation.

- Christ.
- Weddings aren't cheap.

Don't be an asshole.
That's not what I'm thinking about.

Do you think our wages
accurately reflect what we...

Enough with the justifications.

I'm smarter than you by a yardstick.
You're not gonna manipulate me.

I saw how you looked
at that duffel bag yesterday.

Quiet.

Let me think.

Anchovies.

Look, if you don't wanna
hear any more about this,

fling the gear and drop me off.

- I don't want you to get hurt.
- I don't need a guardian.

- I can do this myself if I have to.
- You don't know that.

Not for sure, no.
But if things get tricky,

I'll disengage and find something else.

This is a bad idea.

It's bad for you, and it's bad for me.

It's... bad like lasagna in a can.

Well, then, fling the gear
and drop me off.

Look, if you do this,
you do it for yourself.

You don't do it
because you pity my situation.

Or because we're partners
or because we're friends

that grill burgers on Sundays
or go to the fights.

You do it solely because you wanna earn.
And that's it.

We disguise ourselves
at the point of contact.

Yeah, I got ballistic masks
and vests in the garbage bags,

some teargas bombs as well.

I'm in until I'm not.

- Lorentz Vogelmann?
- Yeah.

- He looks cast-iron.
- He is.

Any idea if his merchandise is in 633?

No idea,
but after we confirm that he's there,

we'll tail him
and we'll learn his itinerary.

You got a time frame?

My contact said
he's rented 633 for two weeks.

We're at day two of that period.

You know anything else about him,
vehicle, associates?

That's what we're learning now.

Camera?

Thanks.

Why don't you take a nap?

Gladly.

Make sure to ask me
if I'm still in when I wake up.

I've been processing here for five hours.

- You should have given me a nudge.
- There wasn't a reason to.

Are you still in?

I am until I'm not.

- You see Vogelmann yet?
- Nope.

I'm gonna get something
from this big orange thing.

You want egg salad on rye toast?

Two of them, and root beer.

Amen.

I've been listening to and smelling that
for the last 98 minutes.

Best part of a stakeout,

other than when it ends...

is when you're eating.

A single red ant could've eaten it faster.

Nope.

Take two.

I'm still enjoying the aftertaste.

Not all of us are.

Where did you park?

I've been telling you,
you're getting senile.

You didn't lock it?

I forg...

I was thinking about something else
at the time. Sorry.

This your duffel?

I don't think so.

Face the windshield.

Put on your seat belts and lock the doors.

Paco...

put up that sunshade, por favor.

Good. Now empty your pockets.

Put everything in that duffel bag,
or you'll be painting houses in heaven.

No, please.

You have five seconds.

Four...

- Three...
- That's all I got.

Me too, I swear to God.

Show me your pocket whites.

See?

Shut off that phone.

Bye.

I expected you...

You'll f...

Airless.

Please, allow me to show you the interior.

If anything moves in there,
a rat, a mouse,

a baby mosquito,

you'll get to ring Allah's doorbell.

Pop the hood.

All is as expected?

The blood is gratis.

Keys.

Brett, that you?

Confirmed.

Look in the closet. I got you something.

Try it on.

Everything you get me fits perfect.

Thanks for getting it.

Thank me in bed.

So, did you guys beat up
any minorities today?

That's only when we're on the clock.

- This was really delicious.
- Glad you liked it.

And should I infer from your reticence

this is one of those times
you can't talk about your work?

Please, infer by my reticence.

Even though you've been suspended,
and you're technically a civilian?

Criminals don't stop doing what they do
just 'cause two cops get benched.

And we don't do what we do
just for the paycheck.

What?

Don't try and bluff somebody
who's smarter than you are.

Smarter by a yardstick.

Did you see I brought cannolis
from Fiorenzo's?

Just don't do anything
to jeopardize your career, please.

I won't.

Seven unaccounted for.

If Vogelmann's in that tan stucco
and owns a vehicle, one of them is his.

Are you still in?

At the outermost edge.

Denise?

She guessed that something wasn't right.

I didn't say anything.

So?

Picked up the engagement ring.

- From Feinbaum?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Got it the day we busted Vasquez and...

Well, the timing wasn't great, but...

I was gonna propose anyway.
I wasn't gonna let some...

work bullshit interfere
with my private life, but turned out...

she was in a bad mood that night

because of some drama at her job,
and I didn't do it.

And then yesterday you bring me here,
suggest this thing,

and I'm sort of okay with the idea,

us taking money off some fuckhead dealer.

If the risk isn't too great.

But, you know, that night,

when I see Denise,
even before she suspected anything...

I know that I can't propose to her
until this thing is done.

I evade her questions at dinner
and for the first time

since I went to the jeweler...

I'm not certain she'd say yes
if I proposed.

Yeah. I'm driving you home.

I haven't made a decision yet.
I'm just pondering...

Bullshit. You're decided,
even if you think you aren't.

You're younger than me,
you've got more options.

Request a new partner
when we're back on duty,

they'll probably make you
a sergeant one day.

I don't want a new partner.

And I told you
that I'd finish out the shift.

Yeah, I appreciate it.
But look, you're not obligated.

- I have done it with...
- My word is an obligation.

Thanks.

Two egg salads,

and I'll pay for yours, too,
if it's not soppressata.

Here's one.

That's guest parking.

These brothers have seen some stuff.

Yeah, they're tainted.

Think they're with Vogelmann?

His buyers?

20% Go-betweens, or local muscles,
probably more like it.

And two root beers.

No choice.

Ridgeman?

- Vogelmann?
- Yeah.

The black dudes we saw before.

They're going west.

You sure?

The gray lady needs a decongestant.

Don't give 'em a wedgie.

Driving any slower than this
will get us noticed.

I don't know this area real well.
What's west?

Well, more of this.

Then the turnpike
and then the school district.

Probably not doing all this
to steal crayons.

You feel like some construction work?

Is that necessary right now?

5%.

That's for shooting out tires, sending
a warning, things like that, right?

We're not going after any presidents.

I need a better answer than that.

Right now,
we're heading into new territory.

Foggy, gray landscape,
but I know all of my limits,

but maybe not yours.

So before I build a killing instrument
that I last used in the army,

I wanna hear that you don't plan
on executing a human being

to facilitate a robbery.

We're not executing anybody.

That boundary is reinforced
in steel concrete.

Agreed. Now, build.

The carpool lane.
Right in front of the black SUV.

Don't let that catch a cold.

Think the transaction's happening today?

Oh, this is business.

Two tainted black dudes
and an out-of-town convict

going for a drive before dawn.

Although it's probably just a preliminary.

Vogelmann was carrying
two black briefcases when he got in.

Is there anything else
you forgot to tell me?

- No.
- No. Are you sure?

Something subtle, like maybe
one of the black dudes had a bazooka?

Hey.

I was up for hours listening
to you process air. It escaped me.

Fine.

And I suppose you could have let me
sleep through all of this,

and been done with the whole thing.

I definitely should have.

Considering the briefcases...

70% this is the transaction.

What's the other 30?

Vogelmann maybe showing somebody
some cash, or some merchandise,

depending on which end
of the deal he's doing.

The briefcases?

The financial district?

What's going on here?

Any idea?

I'm trying to flush the ideas I have
'cause none of them seem to fit this.

Still under construction.

Want me to mail or hand-deliver
your genius award?

Nice.

Real stylish.

You're saying this before
you use your gay hair shit?

Can't say it after.

Time for a walk-by?

At 5:45.

Why is that?

Well, the nearest most likely
time for a meet up is 5:30,

and we should allow the other party
room for tardiness.

Unless Vogelmann is 19 minutes late.

Possible, but not probable.

And I'm doing the walk-by myself.

- I usually...
- You're barely here as it is.

Any and every bigger risk
we come upon is mine to take.

I'll do you first.

Don't make no mess of it.

I used to graffiti back in the day.

And I remember what it looked like.

You were no better yourself,
you know that?

I was only doing tags.

You was the one trying to make art.

Nigga painted a pit bull
everybody thought was a turtle.

Nothing.

How about getting on a nearby roof
for a better vantage?

Not worth the exposure,

or the risk of us getting split up,
in case things get urgent.

This is a bad location for...

Who the hell are those guys?

Must have been here
since before Vogelmann arrived.

It's them.

Who?

The black dudes.

The ones who drove Vogelmann.

- Anchovies.
- Crud.

Any idea what's going on here?

Evidently, these guys expect to be exposed
to people or a camera at some point.

That's the only way those disguises
make any sense.

What kind of job?

Robbery?

Kidnapping?

- Murder?
- One or some of those. Yeah.

Ma'am?

You need some assistance?

Sorry.

Can you hold that?

Please hold it. Ma'am?

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey, let me in.

- Open this.
- Kelly, please stop yelling.

- I was in the bathroom.
- Why did you put the chain on the door?

Why aren't you on your way to work?

You are not allowed to answer
a question with a question.

Don't shout at me, okay?

You need to go back downstairs,
get on the bus and go to work.

- Open this right now.
- I can't.

What do you mean you can't?
Of course you can.

I want to, I really, really do,
but I can't.

Your maternity leave ended four weeks ago.

You've used all of your vacation

and every single sick day
staying here with Jackson.

He needed me.

I'm taking good care of him...

and I will continue to do so
until you're home from work.

I hate you.

And I love you twice as much.

You need to go to work... today.

My job is so stupid.

I go there and I sell chunks of my life
for a paycheck, so that...

rich people I've never even met

can put money
in places I've never even seen.

How am I supposed to sit at a stupid desk

and talk about bank accounts
when my baby is here?

Jackson needs diapers...
and clothes and gourmet baby food.

Eventually,
he's gonna need school supplies.

And if he's anything
like me and my brothers,

he'll need braces, too.

Now, all these things cost money,
and you make way more than I do.

I know.

Please get on the bus and go to work.

Okay.

I'm sorry I said I hate you.

That's all right.

I know what you really meant.

Can I see him, though?

Just through the opening.

I promise I'll go if you let me
see him just for a second.

- I need to touch him.
- Kelly, please...

I... Just for a second. I swear I'll go.

You've broken that swear before
and recently.

Do you swear on the life of our baby

that you will leave
after you've touched him?

No, no, no.

Say it out loud for it to count,
that's how swears work.

I swear on the life of our child
that I will go to work

after I've touched him.

You swore on his life.

I'll see you both
when I get home from work.

So cute.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Welcome back, bonita.
- Thank you.

Good heavens and praise be to Him.

Can that radiant vision of maternity
that just walked through our front doors

possibly be our beloved Mrs. Summer?

Welcome back.

Welcome back and congratulations

on bringing such a lovely boy child
into this world.

Thank you, Mr. Edmington.

All of us in the bank have
great expectations for your boy.

Wondrous expectations on a global scale.

So do I.

Well, in that case,
our expectations are aligned.

- Yeah.
- Welcome back.

- Nice to see you.
- You too.

Mrs. Summer,
your absence was a weight upon us,

your return is a divine blessing.

It was just three months.

Nevertheless, a doleful era.

You really shouldn't look that good
after having a baby.

Thanks.

It's kind of annoying how good you look.

- Thank you.
- I made cupcakes.

- Oh, double chocolate.
- Of course.

Oh, yeah,
your husband helped me with that part.

A small token, a minuscule
manifestation of our affections.

Mr. Edmington, everybody, really,
thank you for this, really.

It was really hard to leave the baby...

Any deliveries scheduled for today?

Not that I'm aware of.

Everyone, listen.

Hands up, and keep them there
or this man dies.

Keep your hands raised.

Cooperate.

If you make any sudden moves,
you will be executed.

If the police show up,
everyone will be executed.

Do not prioritize money
over having a heartbeat.

Do you understand?

Yes.

- Mr. Edmington.
- Sir.

Are there any employees in the back?

If so, get them right now.

You have 20 seconds.

No, there is no one in the back.
Everyone is here in the front.

Are you certain of this response?

You appear to be uncertain.

No, I'm quite certain everyone is here
in the front of the bank.

We will accept this response.

If you are mistaken, your testicles
will be removed...

with this.

Please,
let's not talk about anything rash.

Everyone is here, as I said,
in the front...

You.

You seem honest and obedient.

Handcuff every single person here,
except for the manager.

Use these.

Fasten their hands behind their backs.

Tight.

Do not say anything to anyone at any time
or you will be executed.

Mr. Edmington.

Sir.

One of us will follow you to the vaults.

Open them all.

I will open every vault
that I am capable of opening for you.

If our associate does not return

with gold bullion
in three minutes or less,

we will execute this woman.

Send it.

Will you make sure my baby gets this?

His name is Jackson.

Must have gone this way.

Think they know we're following?

30%.

Though I'm hoping they saw us
at Brownvine.

You're hoping they saw us?

Yeah, if they know they've been spotted,
maybe they'll abort

whatever it is they got planned.

Glad to hear your priorities changed.

Well, if civilians are at risk,
they're the priority.

Money or no money,
badge or no badge. You had doubts?

Microscopic ones, if any, but...

good to hear things articulated.

Trusted Bank of North Bulwark.

That isn't ambiguous.
Is that an embrasure?

- What's an embrasure?
- See that opening?

The horizontal slit
above the word "security."

A guy's in there.

So it's a robbery.

Yup.

We wait until they drive off?

Yeah.

It's a robbery until somebody
turns it into something worse.

You looking to box them in?

Pointlessly.

Financial district on a weekday.

Shouldn't engage them here.

You think they'd go back
to the parking garage after this?

50%.

50% doesn't value anything
in a yes-or-no question.

Hope this asshole doesn't get too curious.

"The bank will reopen
in 15 minutes. Come back then."

Might have said 50, with a "y."

Probably not.

This guy's like a cigarette commercial.

They're loading.

Christ.

Christ.

We could have stopped this.

- Are you gonna say anything?
- Focus on that.

We let those people get killed.

You're not gonna say anything?

You don't have anything to say
about our culpability?

Those Italian emotions are saying plenty.

- You go to hell, you heartless fuck.
- I never saw that opera.

Look, by the time we knew
it wasn't a routine drug deal,

- it was already too late.
- You could have called it in.

When the van left the parking garage.

Put the Bulwark PD on alert.

We didn't.

The chance of that accomplishing anything

in the 16-minute interim,
less than 50% or even 25.

You wanna call the Bulwark PD,
the state police, the Feds,

let them handle it, go ahead.

But that van, and the cutthroats inside,

they'll be vapor
before any enforcement agency can respond.

We're it.

You said you weren't gonna kill anyone

unless it was in self-defense.
You gave us your word.

Get on the interstate.

It was excessive what happened back there.

Do you wish to expand upon your critique?

Give us the urban point of view?

He ain't got nothing more to say.

Hush that flap, nigga.

Keep your attention on the road.
We'll get through this.

Muscles.

Slim.

Yeah.

Place your firearms
inside of the glove box.

That wasn't a suggestion.

A'ight.

Cover that weaponry
with the sport section.

Close the door.

Close the door.

It's closed.

We didn't hear it click.

We want to hear it click.

Do not open that glove box
unless I have given you my permission.

A'ight.

You see something?

Nah, nothing.

Crud, the interstate.

Any idea where they're gonna land?

Somewhere rural,
where they're gonna exchange vehicles,

but where that is...

Need gas pretty soon.

Yeah, so do they.

We'll curb when they pull in somewhere.

The can's in your trunk?

Is that a question you just asked me?

Quiet.

I need to pee.

The other quiet.

Say another word and you're a pirate.

Cover that up.

Hold still.

Squirt.

Slim.

Yeah?

Come get rid of this lady piss.

We'll get through this.

Just do what you're paid to do
and never mind them back there.

Remember when your ma brung us
out here for your birthday?

You, me, at least ten other little 'uns.

Severos was there too,

even though we didn't
really want him around.

But there was your sister's friends
and a couple of neighbors, I think.

You wanted an ice-cream cake
so your ma brung it in a cooler.

What was it again?

Tyrannosaurus rex.

That's right. That's right.

I remember now. Nigga was a T-rex.

And its fangs was made out of candy corns.

The ones that was white with red
on the tips that look like blood.

The meal he just ate...

Stegosaurus or whoever.

I was really into dinosaurs back then.

Yeah, you was.

And you got all pissed and shit,
'cause your ma gave me the biggest piece.

Yeah. Yeah.

The birthday boy gets the biggest piece.

That's in the moms' handbook.

Yeah.

But she probably knew my ma
wasn't taking care of me too good.

She knew.

Always had a crush on her.

She knew that, too.

Thanks, bro.

We'll get through this.

Together.

Is anybody following us?

- Well, there's a...
- No.

Only things behind us are
a green pickup and a gray car

that got on a little while back.

Be vigilant.

Always am.

First estimate is five people dead.

Two in critical, one missing.

Crud. That last one's a hostage.

Looks like a large amount of gold bullion
was delivered two days ago.

Not a coincidence.

Christ.

Six people got punctuation.

Six human beings died.

I gotta know.

In case we don't come back,
I gotta know what she would have said.

We're coming back.

100%?

I'm at 80. Maybe even 85, you're 70.

Experience?

Yeah, plus I'm not Italian.

That's her voice mail.

Hey, Denise, I...

I got a favor to ask you.

Pretty important.

I'm stuck uptown right now...

and I need some information
back at my place.

So if you could swing by and get it,
I would really, really appreciate it.

It's in the right pocket of my tan blazer,

the herringbone one that I wore
to your sister's the last time.

And I know this is inconvenient,
but you would really be helping me out.

Call me when you get it.

That's it, I'll talk to you soon.

Love you, bye.

Ain't the most romantic way to propose.

It isn't.

Denise is smart, she's very clear-minded.

She's not gonna change her answer
one way or the other

because of how I asked her.

- I'd give you about...
- Don't tell me a percentage.

Watch this up here.

I see it.

Let's grab takeout
when we're done with this.

I'm really in the mood
for some cellophane noodles.

Okay.

Muscles.

Yeah?

Is anybody following after us?

The green pickup, the gray car?

- No.
- Please check your mirrors.

Nothing but rust and air.

I'll keep an eye out.

Muscles...

to whom are you signaling?

Nobody, no one.

I just did it out of habit.

Possum.

Refrigerator, dead rat.

We here.

"We are here" or "we're here."

Not "we here."

You understood me, didn't you?

- Didn't you?
- Please face forward.

Nigga is exacerbating.

The garage door is still intact?

Look like.

Open the right bay.

Can I take my gun
out the glove box in case?

You may not.

Possum.

Refrigerator.

Dead rat.

Give me the key.

Give me the key.

Shoot him and use the spare key.

The spare is on the ring
that I gave to Slim.

Where is the key?

Did you check your mother's rectum?

Where is the key?

Ask your proctologist.

Hold tight, nigga.

Get out of here.

Just leave me, man. Get out of here.

Shut that flap, nigga.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Henry, stop!

Damn.

This whole thing was my fault. My idea.

Get.

Henry.

You get to go...

give something to my ma.

I take care of her good.

Yeah.

Get her a nice television. One of those...

Do you see the key?

He swallowed it.

And Slim's still out there.

Should we drive past them
and come at them from behind?

No. We need to box them in
right here, right now.

Conflict couldn't happen in
a better, less populated place than this.

Looks like problems with the hired help.

- So Reed's still alive?
- That front door looks armored.

Why are they making her do that?

They wanna clean things up before they go?

- 75%.
- What's the other 25?

I'm not sure. Something weird.

This is excessive.

- You got a leak.
- I'm aware.

Don't get shot.

They don't have the right angle.

Unless they get on the ground.

Since I'm already here,
I'll get off the first shots.

You learn that in the army?

Geometry, actually.

Did you see what happened
to that other helper?

- The skinny black guy?
- Him.

No.

I think he disappeared
during the first barrage.

That's a variable we didn't need.

Start the party.

Did you miss?

Don't be an asshole.

They're rolling bunkers on airless tires.

Remove the stomach,

so that the key does not fall
into his entrails.

I will.

Think they're cops?

Not unless they're crooked ones,
looking for the gold.

I suspect these men are Slim's associates.

Just stay focused on your work.

This duo isn't properly armed
for an engagement with us.

It's the pale sac in there,
the one that looks like...

I know which one it is.

Careful not to pop his liver.

That is the worst smell in the world,
black guys, especially.

Let's dump him and drive.

Shells.

Should we call this in, anonymously?

We're not equipped for it.

Things are getting weird.

Get in.

- We're crashing?
- 100%.

- Thanks for letting me know.
- You heard me. Buckle.

Is her home address
legible in that picture?

Completely. And she's younger
than she looks.

Probably had kids.

Do you have any loved ones
at this address?

That photo had some
very unpleasant instructions

that will go to our associates.

Unless you do exactly
what we tell you to do.

The drip has become a trickle.

Yeah. I got ears.

I'm concerned.

Should we make an announcement?

- Say we're cops?
- No.

That will increase the likelihood
of a hostage situation by 60%.

Hey!

Shitheads!

Listen up!

This is the only deal you're gonna get.

We're just here for the gold. That's it.

Leave the bullion where it is
and come on out.

We'll let you walk away.

You stay in the van,
we'll kill all of you,

Vogelmann, sidekick number one,
sidekick number two, the girl, everybody.

Get the gas.

Teargas?

- The gas?
- Gasoline.

Don't hold the meeting for me.
I've been delayed.

I don't think the budget is realistic
for wheelchair access and metal detectors,

and we need to provide them both.

Well, let me just do this thing for Tony,

and then we can get into it
when I get back.

Thanks. Bye.

You got 45 seconds to come out.

You got 15 seconds.

Stop!

Looks female but verify.

She's a she.

Mrs. Reed?

What happened to Vogelmann
and his sidekicks?

Can you get on the other side
of this vehicle?

Mrs. Reed, did you hear me?

I'm coming.

Keep coming, Mrs. Reed.
You're doing great.

You're almost here.

You okay?

Hey.

Stop.

I don't want to see what's under there.

Okay.

That girl was innocent.

Want me to drive you
to the emergency room?

No, it hurts too much to move.

And there's no reason.

I don't have the right words
for this situation.

There aren't any.
I really hope that this...

mistake...

is not what I'm remembered for.

I'll keep your name out of it.

- I hope you can.
- I will.

Want me to get that?

Well, she called.

I know.

Well, I'll type for you.

- Passcode is...
- I know what it is.

- Let me hold it.
- Here.

I'm sorry.

It wasn't what I wanted to hear.

Want me to break it?

Damn!

Damn!

Good?

I'm surrendering. Taking your deal.

All right. Come on out with your hands up.

I need med...

Get rid of that gas can, nigga.

I ain't done all this to see you
burn up no money.

Gold isn't flammable.

Yeah, I don't want it melted.

And there's cash in there too.

You wanna come over here
and take care of Vogelmann yourself?

No, nigga. No.

You the professional.

Look at all the good work you done here.

Can execute naked women and everything.

Prick.

Do not prioritize money
over having a heartbeat.

The next bullet ain't a warning.

That bulletproof vest
you got there's real nice.

Makes you look svelte.

Like when a female puts on a girdle.

It's much more flattering
than that windbreaker

you wore on the news
when you stomped that Mexican.

Where did you spot me?

When you drove by the bank.

And twice when you was following
on the parkway.

What do you want?

Stay right there.

So I can thank you face-to-face
for wiping out all these cruel-ass thugs.

That's what most cops do
when they get suspended.

Go rob bank robbers.

Why you taking that off?

I need the strap to stop the bleeding.

A'ight.

I'm gonna ask you some questions.

You tell me some bullshit

and I send that video I made

of you killing that white girl
to the news.

I got a real good angle from up there.

Even got you when you took off your mask.

- So ask.
- What do the Bulwark PD know...

- Nigga.
- Likewise.

Let's talk through this.

Make some words.

We should clean up this mess together
and split the gold.

We can fight each other some more,

do this until we're crippled or dead,
or we can both be rich.

I don't see how this is a dilemma.

Trusting a cop...

one that's crooked as fuck,
is the dilemma.

Only thing absolutely certain about you

is that you don't give a shit
about any oath you swear to.

My daughter got assaulted
for the fifth time two days ago.

My wife has multiple sclerosis
and can't even walk

half the time without a cane.

I need this.

- Seventy-thirty.
- Sixty-forty.

A'ight.

There's a getaway car in there?

Detective is astute.

We need to tow this one to the lake.

A'ight.

Let's unload the guns together and slowly
so neither one of us is tempted.

A'ight.

What we do with our friends?

Can't leave them here.

But can't go bringing them
back with us neither

without exposing ourselves.

We bury them.

We didn't know they was
gonna grab no woman.

Nobody was supposed to get shot
unless they pulled a gun on us.

That was the deal.

Did you believe that
or did you just want to?

Ain't no guns in here.

A lot of firearms in that van.

Our word's good. It'll be 60-40.

We go in the van at the same time.

However you want. It's all cotton candy.

It's not gonna smell great in there.

We'll put the gold in here.

Why? This wreck is dead as an insect.

Right, but I got to sit in it to steer.

I don't want you cutting me loose

and driving off
with everything in your trunk.

You're so paranoid and suspicious,
you're making me paranoid and suspicious.

I'm just trying to avoid temptation.

Detective is a priest.

We go slow.

It's all cotton candy.

Smells like all these dudes
shitted themselves.

Don't fondle any guns.

On Father's Day,

does your daughter give you
one salute or two?

She's respectful.

It's all in these duffels?

Yeah.

Except for some loose bits
on the concrete.

I'll kiss you when the lights go down

Until the credits roll

I wish I could do something

To help you feel better

The doctor said
That you don't have much time

No medicine can help you recover

Oh, no

But I do know one thing

That will help ease the pain

That old place is still around

No, we won't choose to go

Let me take you

To the drive-in

There's a space in the last row

I will show you

A very fine time

I'll kiss you when the lights go down

Till the credits roll

Maybe this night will last forever

Please don't close the drive-in

Maybe this night will last forever

Please don't close the drive-in

Please don't close the drive-in

Please don't close...

I'll unhook these.

I'll get the bags.

Sorry.

Don't drive too close to that muck.

You sure you ain't an elementary teacher,

used to dealing with little kids
who don't know nothing?

I believe what you meant to say was,
"Who don't know anything."

You understood me, didn't you?

Yeah, but you're a lot smarter
than you sound,

a whole lot smarter from what I've seen.

It's good to be underestimated.

You doing that in case I confuse
this car with a submarine?

Yup.

Keep calm.

- What the fuck is this shit?
- Just a precautionary measure.

I don't intend to hurt you.
Take out your cell phone.

That video is my insurance policy.

Wrong. You can identify me
if they toss you in jail.

If you get brought to trial,
I can do the same to you.

We keep each other quiet.
That's fair. That's balanced.

But that video opens me up
to extortion from you,

or anyone you send it to, or for anyone
that hacks into your hardware.

None of that's gonna happen. We 60-40.

I'm just trying to remove temptation.

Get that gun off my neck.

Give me your phone
and give me your password.

Get that fucking gun off me.

I don't wanna hurt you but if...

You fucking dumbass.

I wasn't gonna blackmail you.

My word's good.

You should have trusted a nigga.

All I ever did before this
was steal some autos,

peddle some blow,

and put the fool who crippled
my brother into intensive.

I ain't never killed nobody.

Damn.

Bury my friend, please.

I don't want him involved in this.

- A'ight.
- Thanks.

You was being true honest
when you said that shit

about your baby girl getting attacked
and your wife with MS?

I was being honest.

A'ight. I'll give them something.

40%.

They ain't getting 40.

But I'll take good care of them.

Sorry to put you into these, cops,

but I can't be finicky right now.

After all this is finished, forgotten,

I'll come back and bury you right.

Hey, Henry.

Oh, I could have Christopher finish this
in the guest room, if you want.

No problem, Ma.

I know you like to look out at the ocean
when you get massaged.

Yes.

Oh, you had some stuff come in
the mail while you were gone.

I think it was your broker.

Been up too many hours
to look at numbers right now.

Ethan's home or at Jeremy's?

- He's in the game room.
- All right.

You want sushi for dinner?

I'll make you something homemade,
if you want.

Thanks.

I would enjoy your cooking.

Your game good?

You done with everything?

Finally.

The victims of the home invasion

that occurred
in southeast Bulwark Thursday night...

Hey, sweetie.

- There was a package downstairs...
- Close the door, please.

No suspect for this violent crime
has been apprehended at this time.

The police commissioner
has neither confirmed...

I think it's from Dad.

What does the return address say?

It says "Ridgeman" and a P.O. Box.

Let me have it, please.

Oh, God. This is heavy.

- I can help you open it.
- Uh, no, no.

It's addressed to me,
and I want to open it myself, in private.

- Mom, I wanna...
- Sara, please.

Okay.

I wasn't able to cook tonight
so I ordered Chinese.

- Okay.
- Kiss.

Thank you.

Pause this.

When I was out mailing that package,
I started thinking about that game

we was playing
right before everything changed for us.

The one in the jungle.

You still got it?

Shotgun Safari?

Yeah.

You ready?

Yeah.

Let's hunt some lions.