All language subtitles for Hierarchy 2025 1080p AMZN WEB-DL

[tense music playing]

[man] It wakes you up
in the morning.

[sirens wailing]

Rocks you to sleep at night.

[sirens continue]

It moves fast...

but slow at the same time.

It slithers and crawls
into crevices unseen.

[indistinct radio chatter]

You still hunger for it...

even though it feeds you.

[indistinct radio chatter
continues]

[man] You still thirst...

despite its promises
to never run dry.

[siren blaring]

It's a drug.

If you're not vigilant...

it will take hold of you.

And then you realize you're
no longer in the driver's seat.

Something else
has taken control

and doesn't sleep.

Because once
you've awakened it,

there ain't no turning back.

I keep asking myself
how we ended up in this shit.

[guns cock]

Till I realize...

I never chose it.

I was born into it.

[indistinct chatter]

[captain] Alright, quiet down.

Okay, I'm gonna make this
short and sweet.

You know I don't like to repeat
myself so listen the first time.

We've identified
the two main players.

This is Sterling Agholor...

[woman gasps]

[captain] ...aka Stone.

-Shut the fuck up!
-He's the muscle.

Shut the fuck up!
Don't fuckin' touch me!

-I told you I'd get your money.
-Shut the fuck up!

[captain] Sterling is probably
one of the most dangerous ones

of the group.

He has a well-known past
of having

a very short temper.

And he's incredibly smart.

For some reason, all these guys
seem to follow him.

He's the leader.

He works at Iron and Metal
Construction Plaza.

He's the muscle.

Engineer by day,
crime-breaking bastard by night.

His partner is Darius Whitehead.

aka Reach.

-[man grunts]
-[gun cocks]

Hey! Sit down.

-Sit the fuck--
-[captain] At only 12 years old,

he was charged with illegal
possession of a firearm.

The son of a bitch
is a walking sniper.

In seven years
of serving in the Army,

his hit rate never dropped
below 93%.

-[indistinct chatter]
-Darius is also the accountant.

When the sun is up, he works
at Nitrous Corporations

under the financial
management division.

He reads the room
like a battlefield.

-He's the brains.
-[Stone] Where's my money?!

-[man] It's in the bathroom!
-[Stone] The bathroom?

[captain]
These guys are very dirty.

You better pray to
your God it's in the bathroom.

[captain]
But they're extremely smart.

They calculate everything.

-And they move like animals.
-[gunshot echoes]

Now, of course
they couldn't possibly manage

to do everything on their own.

At times,
they do have accomplices.

Leticia Lobos.

She has a pretty clean
track record for the most part.

But evidence points to her and
Sterling having past relations.

Jaire Pierce.

He served three years
overseas.

He was dishonorably
discharged.

Wait. Hold on.
You wanna up the bet?

[captain] And then there's
Ezekiel Wright.

He was discharged as well
for fraudulent activity.

Sure you wanna do that?

-Let's do it.
-Y'all don't know me.

-[captain] Detective Kipp.
-[Kipp] Right.

Now Reach
is the older brother to Stone.

The two are foster brothers.

Both grew up
in the same foster home

since they were yay high.

Always been
a handful of trouble.

Both went to juvie, then served
five years apiece overseas.

Both been linked to over
a dozen crimes and homicides.

Haven't been pinned
for a single one.

What makes them so elusive
is their unpredictability.

They're never in the same place
at the same time.

They don't ride in the same
car together, work together.

They don't even
have lunch together.

The only time you might
find them under the same roof

is when they're committing
a crime

or visiting
their foster mother,

Francess Pritchett
down in Beaumont.

Francess is a retired nurse
and caregiver.

She's the guardian angel
of the neighborhood.

She takes in boys who have
gotten off to a rough start

and raises them right.

Two of those boys?
Whitehead and Agholor.

So at least a dozen homicides
and not one's been pinned?

That's how goddamn good
they are.

Whitehead came the closest
to seeing time

for a bank robbery back in '09
but he beat it.

Agholor was linked to that
same crime but he got off too.

Detective, the file says
there are more brothers?

[captain] Like I said,
Mama Pritchett

has taken in many boys
over the years.

Only one of concern
is Driscoll Buress.

Goes by Driss.

He's currently serving 15 years
for second-degree murder.

[board of parole 1]
Driscoll James Buress,

do you think the sentence
you've served so far

fits your crime?

[Driss] Absolutely.

I feel deserved
every second of it.

[captain] Eight years ago
a bank robbery went left.

Driss was the only one
that managed to get caught.

[board of parole 2]
What guarantee do we have

that you will
not re-offend, Mr. Buress?

That place is not meant
for humans.

It's meant for animals.

I belong out there,
doing honest work.

And following God.

[door lock buzzes]

[board of parole 3] Seems to me
you've learned a lot

about yourself, Mr. Buress.

This process may move forward.

I hereby grant you
release on parole.

The decision will be made final
within the next 21 days.

Any bad behavior
between now and then

will result in immediate
dismissal of this grant.

-Therefore make good choices.
-Oh, man.

[board of parole 3] Stay out
of trouble, Mr. Buress.

It's good to see you.

-Missed you, man.
-Missed you. Both of y'all.

-Yo, Ma. Look who we found.
-[screams]

Mama!

[captain] More than likely,

this youngest brother
is probably

the least of our worries.

He should be locked away
for at least another two years.

Okay. Any questions,
comments, concerns?

Good. Let's get to work.

[dramatic music playing]

[Stone] Dear God,
we wanna thank you

for bringing us together again.

We ask that you bless this food,

these your gifts
which we are about to receive

from thy bounty,
through Christ, our Lord.

-Amen.
-Amen.

-Amen.
-And God...

Thank you for the blessing of
letting me see my family again.

[Stone] Did you see that?

It was a power move.

You see, Driss is letting me
and Reach know

shit's about to change.

And there's a big-ass elephant
in the room

that ain't nobody
talkin' about.

You see, Driss did time for us.

[praying indistinctly]

-He took the rap.
-Amen.

[Stone] And best believe he
gonna want something in return.

What, man? Y'all look
like y'all seen a ghost.

I'm telling you,
23 hours a day in a cell,

if you don't find God,
he's gonna find you.

[Francess] Just happy
to see you, baby.

Sterling, Darius,

tell your brother
how work's been.

Hmm... Yeah, y'all workin'?
Been busy? How's that goin'?

House looks nice.

Yeah, it's been, um,
it's been good.

Hmm.

-Sterling.
-Hmm?

[Francess] How's work?

It's good.

Hmm.

I was thinking Sterling could
get you a job

down at the construction yard.

No, I can't.

[tense music playing]

I mean, uh...

We just hired
our last two workers yesterday.

Our openings just closed.

-Darius?
-Hmm?

Alright.

Yeah, um...

I can look into a job
at the mailroom.

-[Francess] That'd be great.
-No, it won't.

Listen, Driss, not now.

Too early, a'ight?
You just got out.

Alright? Take it slow.

Stay here for a couple weeks.
Spend time with Ma.

Me and Reach gonna make sure
you're good financially.

-Alright?
-[Driss] Yup.

No need to rush into things.

-I got you.
-Bet. Here.

Thank you, Mama,
for looking out for me but...

I think these two right here,
they know what kind of work

I'm trying to get into, so...

[Reach] Driss.

[Driss chuckles] What?

I thought those days were over.

-Ma, don't worry about it.
-[Stone] Hey.

As much as I'd love to stay,

-I actually gotta head out.
-[Reach] Yeah.

I gotta head out too, Ma.

Food was amazing. [exhales]

You don't have nothing
to worry about.

Ma, trust me.

-Nothing to worry about.
-Hey.

Like...

Stop running your damn mouth.

That's for you.

Use that
to call your little ladies.

Glad you're finally home.

[chuckles] Take this with you.

-Hey. Stay out of trouble, man.
-Alright.

I will. I appreciate you.

Hey, and, Driss, nothing dumb
on that phone, man.

-A'ight?
-I got you.

-A'ight.
-Yeah.

-[Stone] Love you, Ma.
-[door opens]

[Reach] You're gonna regret
giving him that phone.

-[door closes]
-[Stone] Maybe.

But at least
it'll keep him occupied.

He gonna be too busy
tryin' to get laid.

-[Driss] Yo!
-What up, G?

[Driss] Y'all tell me.

Where are y'all goin'?

Can I ride with y'all?

Driss, man, we just said
go in the house--

Nah. Fuck that, man.

I'm not tryin'
to hear any of that.

[sighs] Look...

I met this guy inside

and he's sitting on loads.

Plus, he really looked out
for me in there.

I told him about y'all
and everything.

-And I think...
-You did what?!

-...he'd do the same for you.
-Hey.

-Hey.
-[Stone scoffs]

Whatchu talkin' about?

-Why would you do that?
-Relax.

-Y'all can trust him.
-Hey, talk to him, man.

Talk to your goofy-ass
little brother.

Just trust me on this, bro.

-Hey.
-What the fuck are you doin'?

Rule number one:
don't underestimate anybody.

Two: don't compromise
your brothers.

Three:

keep your mouth shut.

A'ight?

Lay low.

-I know y'all been busy.
-We haven't.

-That's bullshit.
-Driss, Driss, Driss. Hey.

Driss, go in the house. A'ight?

She ain't seen you in eight
years, man. She miss you.

A'ight? Go spend time with her.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Alright. Alright. Yeah.

Go spend some time with her.
Ain't shit about you change.

Go spend time with Ma.

You're a trip. [chuckles]

[tense music plays]

What?

He ain't been out
in eight years.

No. No. We need to worry
about what we got lined up.

We ain't got time
to be rollin' around with Driss.

-He a liability. Do you?
-I understand.

We can worry about that
tomorrow.

Right now we need to remember
what he did for us.

I know he's the reason
we missed out on that money.

And I know even to this day
that makes you sick.

He could've ratted us out,
Stone.

And he didn't.

And for that, I think we owe him
a little bit more respect.

So the least we can do
is take him out

and show him a good time.

Just talk to him for a bit.

Instead of trying to act like
none of this ever happened.

[Driss] Look, I messed up.

I get it.
I'll make it up to you.

You know I'm good for it.

You know me.

It's not just about the money.

You almost got us killed.

We can't chance it again, Driss.

We all we got.

-We all we need.
-[Driss] "We all we got."

"We all we need." [scoffs]

That's cute. That's real cute.

Y'all finishin' each other's
sentences and shit.

I get it.

Y'all don't need me anymore.

But I did time for us.

You did time for you, Driss.

[tense music plays]

You got caught.

You just didn't talk.

We can all agree
that's something

we all wouldn't have done.

You know the rules
about getting caught.

That's it.

We can't move like we used to
when we was kids, little bro.

We love you always.
You know that.

But now is not the time
for you to run with us.

I think you know that too.

[Stone] They got eyes on you.

[inaudible]

Which means
there will be eyes on us.

[tense music playing]

We gotta be smart.

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

I hear you.

Driss.

I'll stay out of y'all's way.

Driss.

[engine starting]

[revving]

Driss.

[Stone]
You see, on the surface...

it may have looked like
all Driss wanted

was to roll
with his brothers again,

but he wanted something else.

And whatever it was,
we just killed it.

But if we knew
what was coming next...

we probably wouldn't
have did that shit.

[captain] What you got?

[Kipp] Both started off
rough for sure.

Sterling's father, Stuart,
had a bit of a mean streak.

Abused Sterling's mother
for years.

Supposedly caught her cheating,
couldn't take it,

and eventually was convicted
of attempted murder

for almost beating
her to death with a bat.

Yeah.

Father hangs himself in prison.

Just like a lot
of domestic cases,

mother feels guilty
for all this.

Turns to drugs and alcohol.

And you know what happens next.

Judge rules unfit for parenting

and she's forced to give up
10-year-old Sterling

for adoption.

On the other hand,
Whitehead's mother

was strung out for years
before ODing.

She died right in front of him
when he was 11 years old.

Father was never in the picture.

I ran a series
of background checks.

I got addresses for
both their biological parents

and found this.

[solemn music playing]

Same zip code.

Apparently they both grew up
in the same area.

It's probably how they ended up
in the same adoption home.

This community had the highest
rate of drug trafficking

and crime in the state.

Hence why they can't leave
that shit alone.

It's instilled in them.

I don't get it.

They both have good jobs.
They make good money.

I mean, why get involved
in this shit?

I mean, look at the facts.

Parents died
when they were kids.

Mothers both strung out
on drugs.

Community's infested with crime.

I mean, the stats
are kind of against them.

[captain] Who gives a damn.

They're responsible

for their own choices now.

No one's holding a gun
to their head

and making them do this shit.

Make a copy of this file for me.

[Stone] Took a while
before the cops knew

Driss was out of jail.

We had a connect on the inside

to deflect the intel.

But see,
Driss figured that out.

He found out
what we were doing.

And it's just like Driss
to jump the gun.

That's what almost got us
killed the last time.

He's always been a dog.

But eight years of maggot food
turned him into a savage.

[Driss] Yo, Sully!

[speaking Russian]

[tense music playing]

[tires screeching]

[man] Boss.

You have job for me?

[Driss] It's the guys
I was telling you about.

I know their next move.

[Sully] Let us see.

-Hey, hey.
-[gun cocks]

Easy.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Driss] 6.6 million.

[Sully] Million?

Hmm.

[in Russian]

[reporter] Good afternoon.
This is Channel 7 News.

Crime rates in the city
have hit an all-time high.

-What up, Leo?
-Hey, buddy!

Man, good to see you.

How are you doing, my friend?

Oh, before I forget.

Cedric brought some baklava

and some hummus.

[hip-hop music playing on radio]

♪ 'Cause I was tired
of this shit ♪

♪ Now I pray for peace ♪

♪ I could feel
the devil lurkin' ♪

♪ Highway to heaven, God,
I know you see me swervin' ♪

[beeping]

♪ Overtime workin'
Gotta text you from my... ♪

[Leo] I see you're still
working out there, buddy, huh?

How do I look, huh?
Been going to the gym.

-You see that?
-[reporter] We can't...

-[Leo] I know you do.
-...function as a society

if we're too scared
to get on a bus

or too scared
to get on a train, right?

And like we said
the other day,

we do know there are
a lot more guns out there...

-[hip-hop music playing]
-What the hell is this?

[tense music playing]

[Leo] I don't even know
what to do.

You should see my DMs, man.

You'd be jealous.

Hey. Hey!

What's good?

You lost?

[Sully] No.

I just like your car.

Have a good day.

[reporter 2] ...President Trump
is doing what he can

with limited
executive action behind him...

[Reach] What was that about?

Recognize his face?

You know him?

Nah.

But hey, look,

when are we gonna
talk about that thing, man?

Let's do it tonight.

I gotta run by the office,
handle some stuff.

A'ight. Let's do ten.

Don't have me waiting
like you always do, man.

I got you.

I'm serious, Reach. Be on time.

[reporter 2]
Yesterday, protesters

gathered outside City Hall

demanding the mayor

take more aggressive action.

The frustration? Palpable.

Citizens are tired
of empty promises

while crime families continue

to run entire districts.

New York City Council
remains divided.

Some members claim
that Sheriff Boska's

being too aggressive
in his approach

while others
argue that the mayor's office

is refusing to acknowledge

how dire
the situation has become.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Cap. Got the cars.

Make, model, color. Everything.

-Plates?
-That's in there too.

-[captain] You bustin' my balls?
-[man] Not at all.

Good work, Haas.

Hey, Sanchez, run these for me.

Find out everything you can.

About damn time we got something
done around here.

Haas.

Run these to fourth floor
for me.

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

-[siren blaring from a distance]
-[keyboard clacking]

Workin' late?

Yeah.

You know, I meant to ask you,

where did they have you
stationed before here?

-They had me out in LaGardia.
-LaGardia.

Just wasn't a lot going on
out there.

Isn't everybody out there
on the top 20 most wanted list?

It kinda seems like there's
a lot going on out there.

Just wasn't worth it
for me, man.

So come here
and fuck up all of our fun?

What are you, keeping an eye out
on us or something?

Right?

Whatever the real reason
is that you're here,

I hope you find
what you're looking for.

Yeah, me too.

I always do.

You guys still here?

Yeah, I was just
about to take off.

You know he envies you, right?

He's been waiting on
his promotion for months.

Just...

ease up.

I'll try.

Here. I need that back
on my desk by tomorrow night.

Okay.

You callin' Ashton tonight?

[dramatic music plays]

I don't know.

I think you should.

I think it'd be good for you.

It's been a while now.

[line ringing]

Mom.

[captain] Hi, hon.

Hey.

How are you doin', kiddo?

[Ashton] Good. Um...

I just miss you. That's all.

I miss you too.

How are your brothers?

[Ashton] They're good. Uh...

Alec has his play
at school tomorrow. Uh...

Adam has his soccer game
coming up soon.

What?

[man] What are you doing?

[Ashton]
Just talking to someone.

[man] Yeah? Who you talkin' to?

[tense music plays]

-[Ashton] No one.
-[man] Give me the phone.

-[Ashton] Why?
-[man] Let me see your phone.

That your mother?
It's your mother, isn't it?

-Give me the phone.
-Chris!

[Chris] Give me your phone.

What did I tell you
about talking to her?

-[Ashton] She called me.
-Chris!

She's not supposed to call.

Chris, give him the phone!

-I haven't seen her.
-Do I have to block you

on every single phone
in this house?

-He's my son!
-No.

-I can talk to him.
-When you make this family

a priority,
then you can call me back.

-Chris!
-I don't want her calling you.

-Chris, give him the phone!
-Tell me when she calls here.

-Chris, get-- Let me talk--
-[line drops]

[phone clatters]

[somber music playing]

[door unlocking]

[metallic rattling]

Stone!

Yo!

Stone!

Be here at ten, huh?

Come on, man.

-[grunts]
-[body thuds]

[garage door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

[conversing in Russian]

[Sully speaking Russian]

[grunts]

[coughs]

[in English]
Move. Let's go. Let's go.

[tense music playing]

[groans]

[man speaking Russian]

[groans]

[panting]

[speaking Russian]

[man in English] That's good.

[in Russian]

Sto?

[in English] Boss,
we have everything.

Come on! Let's go!

[in Russian]

[tense music playing]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

-[grunts]
-[man] Drago. Drago!

[gunshots]

Shit! Shit!

[yells in Russian]

[grunts]

[Sully] Shoot! Shoot!

[shouting in Russian]

You let motherfuckers
follow you?!

No! Did you?!

[yelling in Russian]

-[clamoring]
-[gunfire]

They're getting in
the fucking van!

-I got your six!
-Come on!

Damn!

Shit!

-"Don't keep me waiting," huh?
-Where's the money?

Reach, I swear to God,
if our shit is gone, man!

Shit is gone. You supposed
to be here at ten, motherfucker!

Shit! I never said
I was goin' to be here at ten!

I said at ten. I stalled 'cause
yo' bitch-ass is never on time!

-Now who the fuck is this?!
-I don't know.

Shit! Chipped my damn tooth.

Did you see any other faces
at least, Reach?

-Did I see any other faces?
-Yes.

Did I see any other faces?

They were shootin' at us!

-Fuck do you mean?
-Goddamn, bruh!

Shit!

You see this shit, man?

It's a Tamoto tattoo.

These motherfuckers are Russian.

What the hell is going on here,
Stone?

Come on, man.
Let's bleach this shit.

Man, let's get up out of here.

[Kipp] Forensics are predicting
a robbery went bad.

[captain] Any prints?

-[Kipp] No. Nothing.
-[indistinct radio chatter]

Everything's bleached.

What the hell happened?

My insurance
is already through the roof!

I guess that's the owner.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Do you work here?

Work? I own the place.

Good. I'm Detective Domingo.
This is Detective Kipp.

Paula Kelly.
Now what the hell happened?

[Domingo] I need you to listen
to me carefully.

What I need from you
is surveillance

from any cameras you might have

and information about whoever
rents this unit from you.

I can tell you that right now.

It's those two brothers.

The friendliest guys
in the world.

Wouldn't hurt a fly.

You know their names, ma'am?

[Mrs. Kelly] Yeah. Uh...

Let's see.

Sterling. Yes, Sterling.

And, uh--

-Is it Darius?
-Yeah!

Uh... Darius!
Sterling and Darius!

[Domingo] Thank you, ma'am.
We'll be in touch.

[Kipp] Well, that's it.
We got 'em, right?

[Domingo] Not even close.

They've seen this before.

They got out of it once.
They'll get out of it again.

If we're gonna win,
we gotta win big.

Let's go visit Mother.

[knocks on door]

Yes?

Francess Pritchett?

Yes.

I'm Detective Domingo.

This is Detective Haas.

Can we have a few minutes
of your time, please?

[Hass] It's a nice home
you got here.

Thank you.

We're comfortable.

It would seem that nurses

I guess make a little more
than we thought, huh, Cap?

-[chuckles]
-I'm sure she's had some help

along the way from her boys.

My finances
are none of your business.

Is that what you came here for?

Talk about my mortgage?

When's the last time you saw
your boys, Ms. Pritchett?

You'll have to be more specific.

-I have a lot of boys.
-Darius and Sterling.

[tense music playing]

Sunday.

We try to have dinner together
every Sunday night.

How very Norman Rockwell of you.

Look, what-what is it
you wanna know?

We believe they were involved
in a robbery

that took place
at a storage facility.

My sons have nothing to do
with a robbery.

We have reason to believe
they were involved in a shooting

that left one man dead.

Okay, look.

I know what this is.

This isn't the first time my
sons have been wrongly accused

of something because
of the color of their skin.

I'm sorry,
you're gonna have to pardon me

but I'm gonna ask you to leave.

We check our racism
at the door in this house.

You done?

Francess.

We know who your boys are.

Now I understand you're just
trying to protect your kids.

I get it.

Good moms try to protect
their children.

But these are grown-ass men.

[tense music plays]

And you have a decision to make.

Here's my card.

I'll give you some time
to think about it.

Oh, and, Francess...

are you familiar with the term
"aiding and abetting"?

[music intensifies]

[buzzing]

[phone ringing]

What up, Ma?

[Francess] Did you
and your brother...

[phone line breaking up]

What?

-Sterling!
-[Stone] Ma!

-You gotta speak up.
-I swear to God.

Ma, you gotta speak up!
I can't hear you!

-[saw buzzing]
-Ma, you still there?

Did you kill someone?

[suspenseful music playing]

-What?
-Did you and your brother

kill someone?

Sterling, I swear to God.

You and your brother better
clean this mess up.

I am not going down with you.

Do you understand?

-Ma!
-I mean it.

Ma.

Ma, where are you
getting this--

Ma? Ma!

[Domingo] Hey, Kipp, I need you
to do something for me.

Forensics got a match
on those prints.

A couple of Russians.

Yeah, do a background check

and see what they have in common
with Agholor and Whitehead

and what the hell
they were doing

at their storage facility
that night.

We're headed back.

[Haas] Pissing off
international ties?

Something tells me
that's not their MO.

It's not.

It's too sloppy.

Whoever gave up Sterling
and Darius' location

had to know them very well.

To cross them, they'd have to be

just as smart as they are.

So they gotta know that they
have more than one location

to launder their cash.

Take out one location

so that the next drop
has no choice but...

-to go to the other location.
-Exactly.

Which means this next drop's
gonna be something big.

These motherfuckers
are planning a heist.

Yeah, it's Captain Domingo.
Get me the commander.

[phone ringing]

So it's been crazy. Uh...

Uh... [smacks lips]

-Excuse me for a second.
-Yeah.

Ma called you too?

[Stone] Yeah, just now.

I don't know, Reach.

I think she's gettin' scared,
man.

She talking crazy.

Talking about she ain't
going down for us.

Yeah, I know.
She's just saying that

-to scare us.
-Yeah, but this one ain't sound

like Ma, Reach.

She sounded real different
on this phone call.

[Reach] Stone. Stone. Ma is not
gonna give us up, a'ight?

Trust me.

We gotta make a move
before the block gets hotter.

[Stone] This the last one,
Reach.

After this one, it's over.

A'ight?
I'm done with this shit, bro.

Yeah, I got you.

Meet back at my place tonight.

[sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

[doorbell dings]

[hip-hop music plays
over stereo]

What's good with you?

What's good?

How you feelin'?

[Reach exhales]

Straight.

My jaw still tight,
but I'm straight.

Why don't you get your little
dentist friend

to come check it out for you?

She the little one, ain't she?

Oh, please, man.
You know I'm done with her.

Yeah, right.

-Want a drink?
-[sighs]

Yeah. What you got?

-Rum.
-That's cool.

[drink pouring]

Drove by the storage this
morning on the way to work.

Yeah?

Block is hot.

Blue and yellow tape everywhere.

Then you know
what we gotta do then.

It ain't our problem.

Not our problem?

What you mean "not our problem"?

I mean that
it ain't our problem.

Hell is you talkin' about?
How's that not our problem?

'Cause we gonna sit
our asses still

and chill the fuck out
till this blows over.

Dunno if you noticed
but we back to square one.

You just said that the storage
is covered in blue.

We lost 40% back there.

-Forty percent.
-Are you listening to yourself?

Our only luck is to pray to God

that our prints ain't back there
to bring us in.

This hit has been in the works
for way too long.

-Reach.
-We gotta make a move.

And we have leverage now.

What leverage
are you talkin' about?

They expectin' us to lay low.

So if we pull this off
the right way,

while the block is hot,

while blues are on our neck,

they'll never expect it.

Easy.

Why you so pressed for this?

Hmm?

You wiped out all your money
or what?

[dramatic music playing]

Stone, I'm serious.

What, did you forget?

You know what this is about.

Three hundred foster kids
in the city without a home.

Who's gonna pay
for their tuition?

We got our way out.

What about theirs?

-More now or--
-More never.

I know. Fuck!

One more hit.
And we lay low like always.

[contemplative music playing]

One.

[scoffs]

One more.

And if shit goes left,
it's on you.

Make the calls.

[Stone] They say money
can't buy you happiness...

but it sure as hell
can buy you freedom.

At least that's
what we thought.

I don't know.

It just feel like we testin'
our luck with this one.

[Letty] It wouldn't be
the first time you felt that.

And don't tell me
you're not ready

to leave all this shit behind.

-No, I am.
-Good.

Last one, right?

Just don't die.

Hey, give me a minute.

I'm not done.

Just-just give me a minute.

[hip-hop music playing
over stereo]

-What's good, Stone?
-What's up, Dee?

You know, livin' it up.

How you doin,' brotha?

I'm, uh... I'm hung up.

Yeah. I heard Driss is out.

You make sure he knows
he still got a debt to pay.

I'll be sure to let him know.

-A'ight, man. The usual?
-Please.

[Dee] Gotcha.

-[man talking indistinctly]
-[woman] Stop it.

[woman] Stop it!
You're hurting me!

[woman yelps]

[indistinct arguing]

Man, they be in here
with the same shit every day.

I just know he whup her ass,
but...

that ain't my problem.

I'll be back.

-[man talking indistinctly]
-[woman] Stop! I said stop it!

[indistinct arguing]

-Stop it!
-[man talking indistinctly]

[woman exclaims]

-[man talking indistinctly]
-You're hurting me.

[man] Shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up.

-[Stone] Hey, man.
-Stop it!

[Stone] Hey!

She said let her go.

Man, why don't you get out
of here and mind your own.

You alright?

Yeah, she alright.

I can take you to the car
if you need me to.

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

Man, if you don't get your--

[grunts, groans]

-Hey, man.
-[Dee] Alright, Stone.

[woman]
Please. Please let him go.

-[man] Let me up.
-[Dee] Stone!

[woman] We're leaving.

That's enough.

[man] Come on, man.
Just let me up!

-[woman] We're leaving. Please.
-[Dee] Let him up.

Let's go.

Come on!

Wrong answer, motherfucker.

Hey. Relax, man.

-[phone dings]
-[Dee] You trippin,' man.

Hey, how you doin'?

-[Domingo] Long day.
-[Dee] I hear that.

What can I get you?

-Whiskey.
-You got it.

You can use the first aid kit.

They have a first aid kit here.

Every bar does.

It's required by law.

Come again?

[Domingo] Your hand.

-Ah!
-[Domingo] Mm-hmm.

You know, sometimes as humans
we go through so much shit

that we don't even know
where the pain

is really coming from.

I mean, it's easier to deal
with the shit in front of us

than it is to deal
with the real pain.

Bingo.

Nice boots.

What do you do?

I'm an engineer in Monterey.

Construction plaza down on 1st?

Yeah.

How'd you know?

[Domingo] Big operation.

A lot of people work there.

Just figured.

Where'd you say you were from?

I'm staying at the hotel
next door.

What about you?

Right here.

-Born and raised, huh?
-Yup.

Engineer with a neck tat.

It's a little kinky.

I was a stupid kid.

I'm sorry?

I got this at a young age.

Former life?

[phone dings]

[contemplative music playing]

I'm gonna clean this up at home.

[chair scrapes]

[cash flicks]

Take care of yourself.

You too.

Okay. Ah!

[indistinct chatter]

You can get the spare.

[indistinct chatter]

-Yo, yo, yo! What's up, fellas?
-What's up?

Yeah, man!

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, PT on the next one.

[JP] Watch me work.
Watch me work. Yes!

Let's see what
you're workin' with, JP.

-Uh!
-Real money, JP!

[pins clattering]

[laughs]

This motherfucker hit that!

[hip-hop music playing
in bowling alley]

Hey. Hey!

What you doin' here?

Followin' me or what?

Oh, shit. Okay.

-You a cougar, ain't ya?
-[laughs] Yeah.

Depends. You my prey?

Nah. Nah.

You don't want anything
to do with me.

Trust me.

-I think I can manage.
-[Stone laughs]

I don't think you can.

I'm what they call
a cold day in hell.

Is that why
they call you "Stone"?

[tense music playing]

How you know that?

I never told you my name.

[detective] Hey, Cap?

Everything okay?

Have a good night.

[tense music playing]

[man] Sir.

Sir!

Excuse me, sir!

You next?

Two beers.

Uh, Lane 11.

[JP] I think it's on you, Reach.

[tense music continues]

Did she offer you a deal
or somethin'?

A fed?

What are doin' talkin' to a fed?

I didn't know she was a fed!

Alright? I met her in the bar.

How the fuck was I supposed
to know she was a fed?

Y'all besties now?

Does she know your name?

[scoffs] She knew it already.

[dog barking]

Hey, calm the fuck down.

A'ight? Everything
still applies. We good.

We are not fucking good!

We are not fucking good!

She's been watching you, that
means she's been watching us.

She knows everything
we gonna do.

You fucked us
and walked right into it.

The fuck wrong with you? Huh?

Are you even thinking?

-What's wrong with you, man?
-Whatchu doin'?

Don't fuckin' put your hands
on me, bro.

-Or what?
-Don't fucking do it.

You're smarter than that!
You're smarter than that!

-Don't!
-You're smarter than that!

[grunting]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[train horn blows in distance]

Shit!

[panting]

Fuck!

[solemn music playing]

Out of everybody in on this...

Out of everybody, you think
I'd be the one to fuck this up?!

Huh? Out of all fucking people,
Reach? Me?

Nigga, I'm just like you!

If you get burned, I get burned,
Reach! Hello?!

How the fuck was I supposed
to know she was a fed?

Help me up!

[music turns grim]

Help me up, man.

-You need to pay more attention.
-Come on.

I trust you.

Regardless of who she is,
I trust you.

You second-guess everybody.

Hey! Everybody.

Don't ever in your life
pull that shit again.

Friday.

Let everybody know we still on.

Friday.

[Stone]
This shit is like a leech.

Despite what you do
to try to get it off you...

it refuses to let go.

[reporter 1] Just last week,

Sheriff Commander
Henry Vasquez...

[reporter 2] This weekend,
he's been hospitalized

and is in critical condition
after severe...

[reporter 3]
After a shooting broke out

over the weekend,
leaving one man dead,

police and officials believe
that this is part

of an ongoing slew of crimes

that have taken place
over the county's region.

They're now in the midst
of cracking down

on the remaining suspects
involved.

We're being told that the
city police and investigators

have their eyes out
on the streets,

surveilling closely
all throughout the county.

It's believed to be taking
place over the next week.

Now this just in,
police and officials are saying

the onslaught pattern
of these crimes

are one from a group
of individuals.

That's right. The sheriff's
county commander believes

that these are the doings
of the same group.

They believe that they are
gaining evidence

that leads them
closer to the suspects.

Chief of police says once one
of these crooks are caught,

the entire group
comes falling down with it.

[Stone] I hear the news.

I hear what they sayin'.

I know they on my back.

But I still feel untouchable.

This poison,

it blinds you.

Paralyzes you.

Numbing you to all reality.

[gun cocks]

[gunfire]

[shell casings clink]

And the only thing you feel...

is a greater lust
for that desire.

[contemplative music playing]

You start to feel it risin'.

Eating through your chest.

It's buildin' your bones.

It's starting to form you.

It's molding you,
creating you in its image.

[tense music building up]

You see what it's doing.

You want it to stop.

But remember...

you're no longer
in the driver's seat.

[panting]

[somber music playing]

[phone vibrating]

[Domingo] Yeah?

[Kipp] It's done.

The colonel's gonna have every
1065 in a 50-mile radius

routed to the station.

If those son of a bitches move,
we'll know.

[Domingo] Good.

[Kipp] Could be any day now.

[Domingo] Yeah.

I know.

[Kipp] So what do we do?

[Domingo] We sit and wait
for the tip.

And we drag every single one
of those bastards down.

[dramatic music playing]

-He gettin' so damn big.
-What up, Zeek?

-What's good, boy?
-Hmm.

Hey, man, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

All late like you somebody.

You got us out here waitin'.

See, that's that light skin
shit I was talkin' about.

-Where's Reach?
-Don't know where the fool at.

-Yo, can you shut up?
-Can you find a shirt your size?

-Know what? Keep talkin'.
-I'm just sayin', nigga. Damn!

Keep on talkin'.

You about to suffocate yourself.

-We ain't seen him.
-But he called you guys, right?

Told you all the basics?
Everything y'all need to know?

Yeah. Late as shit, though.

Yeah. What happened
to the 72-hour rule?

You know they right.

We don't have the route,
no schedule.

-Shit feels rushed.
-Because it is.

This nigga come out
the shadows like he's Batman.

You know what I'm sayin'?
How you feelin'?

The Dark Knight strikes again.

Uh, corona.

-What's this?
-Oh, he's a comedian.

-Hey, Reach. Reach.
-What's up, JP?

-Can I talk to you real quick?
-There you go.

What's up?

Horace?

Yeah, what about him?

What you mean "what about him"?
Why Horace?

I know where you goin'
with this. Look.

JP said he's not in
unless his brother's in.

-I don't give a fuck!
-He'll play the decoy.

The fuck you mean the decoy?

You do this shit every time,
bro.

Hey, hey. Look.

Do some yoga or something.
Breathe. Relax.

-See the vision. I got you.
-Damn, bro.

I got you.

[Stone] A'ight, listen up.

I know this is short notice
but it's in our favor.

This is not an indirect wire
transfer or a bank robbery.

We're personally encountering

the people
of the federal government.

This has
to be airtight, perfect.

We got about 36 hours until
the federal AStar helicopter

arrives at the helipad.

This is a national security
chopper,

so if there's any job

that we gotta move fast on,
it is this one.

That's right. The time
in between when the cash arrives

until the time it departs
on that helicopter

is less than one minute. Here.

Those are the hangars
surrounding it.

Yes, they're all vacant

and they'll be arriving
at Hangar 16B.

You think they're empty
or you know?

-I know.
-I don't get it.

There's about 27 armored truck
deliveries a day

with the same amount of cash.

Why the chopper?

Because armored truck money
can be traced.

This money can't.

About 9:00 a.m.,
a vehicle carrying

millions of unmarked cash
will arrive at the chopper.

Federal Reserve creates free
cash just to give to businesses

and individuals
to create spending.

In 2016, a total of 900,000
were proportionally dropped

and delivered to surrounding
states and communities.

2017? 2.5 mil.

2018? 4.5.

Those funds increase every year.

This year, we're looking
at about 10 mil.

Previous monetary policies
never work

which is why they implemented
this new system

a couple years back.

Corporations still have
large cash balances

in their Federal Reserve
accounts.

Which means spending is muted.

Bingo. So what do they do?

The feds just
simply create cash,

giving it to whoever

in hopes that money being spent

will help stimulate the economy.

That's cash that doesn't
create new reserves,

doesn't add
to a bank balance sheet,

and most importantly, bank gets
absolutely nothing in return.

-It's free unmarked cash.
-That nobody's looking for.

Just like a armored truck
but in the sky.

Wait a second.
It's the 21st century.

Why can't they just
direct deposit?

They can't because
that will balloon the deficit.

And money created by the feds

-doesn't increase the deficit.
-Yup.

An SUV will drive right up
to the chopper.

It'll be a quick transaction,
like Stone said.

Because of the sensitivity
of the transfer,

they use a ghost convoy
maneuver as a diversion.

One heading eastbound,
the other west.

Now the one headed west
has an extra escort.

But that one's the decoy.

The one headed east,
that's your ghost.

They're the ones actually
arriving to the scene.

The driver more times than not
stays in the driver's seat.

These passengers
are in charge of the transfers.

Now because of
how tight we are on time,

we can't spare lives.

If one of these men
even breathes on their weapon,

we have no choice
but to go through 'em.

-How many men we talking?
-Guessing three, maybe four.

All armed to the teeth,
including the pilots.

Now the copilot is typically
the less experienced one.

He's the rookie
that'll be in charge

of initiating the transfer

while the main pilot remains

in the cockpit at all times.

The task is to get those men
out of their helicopter

by the time we arrive
for a smooth grab.

So keep your eyes peeled
and stay ready.

Leo's gonna be sounding us off.

Now of course with this being

a government-associated
transaction,

there is a direct point
of contact

in the event
anything goes wrong.

There's a red emergency
panic button

in the center of the cockpit.

Our job is to make sure
no one touches it.

If that button's touched,

first responders will be there
in less than four minutes.

Dealin' with a different animal.

Same rules still apply.

If anybody doesn't want
any parts of this,

the door's right there.

It's a dangerous one.

They hand out life sentences
for stuff like this.

We pull this off, it'll be the
last job we ever have to do.

So...

-Let's make this one count.
-[dramatic music playing]

-[radio beeps]
-[dispatch] Unit 12, be advised

we have a high-priority
cash transfer en route.

Federal Transport
is rolling out

from Federal Reserve branch
at 2300 hours,

heading eastbound on Route 19.

ETA to the drop is 15 minutes.

-[radio beeps]
-[gun magazines clicking]

[tense music playing]

[man 1] Copy that, dispatch.

Unit 12 is onsite
at Checkpoint 2.

We've got eyes on the route.

No visual on threats.

-We'll stay sharp.
-[radio beeps]

-[radio beeps]
-[dispatch] Federal Transport

is rolling out
from Federal Reserve branch

at 2300 hours,

heading eastbound on Route 19.

[pilot] Should be good on time.
[indistinct]

We're fresh
outta maintenance, right?

She's solid.
She's fresh outta maintenance.

Okay. What time
for a flight plan did you draw?

Uh, put us down for 1540.

Alright.
That should be good on time.

-[radio beeps]
-[dispatch] Copy, all units.

Maintain formation. Eyes open
and check in every five.

Let's get this done clean.

-[radio beeps]
-Let's rock.

[tense music continues]

Easy, Let.

[man 1] 10-4, dispatch.

Transport just passed
Checkpoint 1.

Keep the comms open.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

There's a maintenance issue!

Hey, you can't be out here!

-I'm with Pete!
-You can't be out here!

You can't be out here!

-Pete sent me here!
-You can't be out here!

-Are you in charge?
-I'm the copilot!

-Pete sent me!
-What's the problem?

Hey, what's going on?

It's a maintenance issue.
Are you in charge?

-What's the problem?
-I'm with Pete.

There's a maintenance issue.

-Hold on--
-Darius! What is it?

-There's a maintenance issue.
-What?

Said he needs to speak with you!

Who? What do you mean?

-Pete?
-Pete sent him.

Pete sent him? About what?

Uh, maintenance issue.

Maintenance?
Are you sure it's maintenance?

That's what he said.

Alright, let me shut down.
Hang on.

He's gonna shut it down.
Wait right there.

-What?
-He's gonna shut it down.

-Wait right there.
-He's coming out? Okay.

-He's coming out?
-He's coming. Wait right there.

Okay, cool. Good.

-We gotta hurry up.
-Wait right there.

Come on. Lock in, fellas.
Last one.

Leo, come in. Can you hear me?

[Leo] I can hear you
loud and clear, boss.

-We set?
-All set, buddy.

Just scanning for all local
law enforcements right now.

[engine powering down]

[sighs] What is it now?

Damnit.
Not gonna be on time now.

-Gotta make this quick.
-One second.

-No problem.
-Hold it right there.

Okay.

Hey, go and hop in.
Keep it ready to go.

-Gotcha.
-What's the problem?

How's it going, boss?
So Pete said that maintenance

hadn't cleared
this bird to fly yet.

What do you mean "hadn't cleared
this bird to fly yet"?

Maintenance hasn't cleared
the bird to fly.

Yes, sir.
It's got several issues

-that needs to be...
-Paperwork's good?

-Paperwork's good.
-Said paperwork's good.

Right. Okay. Yes, sir.
All I know is that Pete said

that there's an oil leak
in the gearbox

and they ain't fixed it yet.

-You find an oil leak?
-When I did my PMTS, I didn't.

Okay. Yeah, you haven't seen it.

Okay. That's great. I don't know
who signed y'all off,

but if I were you,
I would not take off

until we get it checked out.

I mean, look, this is your bird.

You're the PIC. It's your call.

[man over radio]
Negative. Lot's clear.

No foot traffic,
no vehicles in sight.

We're green for offload.

-Alright, make it quick.
-Okay.

Let's go. Hurry up.
We're behind.

-Hey, keep an eye on him.
-Okay.

[dispatch] Understood.
Stay dark and keep comms open.

You've got two minutes.
Make it clean.

Yes.

Just another normal transfer.

The only thing is we've got
a slight hiccup on maintenance.

He's getting it solved
right there.

Alright, look alive. Here we go.

Come on, Leo. Talk to me.

One cop is seven miles out

and the other one
is about eight miles out.

Maintenance guy's gonna fix...

Right on time.

[tense music continues]

[pilot] Get the flight plan
updated?

Yeah, I got everything changed,

-Even the updated time.
-Hey, man, man.

I think I know
what the issue is, man.

-Okay.
-One of the lines came loose,

but it's all good. Pete's
right there with some tools.

We'll have you up and running
in no time.

-How long is that gonna take?
-Shouldn't take no longer

than five minutes, boss.

Alright. Make sure it's five.

-Hey, go verify that.
-Gotcha.

You're good.
Next cop is seven miles out.

Alright, let's do this.

You got six minutes
to get in and out.

-[radio beeps]
-[dispatch] Understood.

Stay dark and keep comms open.

You've got two minutes.
Make it clean.

-[pants]
-[radio beeps]

[pilot] Alright. Let's see here.

[pilot] Alright,
I don't see the weight here.

Gun! Gun!

[grunts]

[gunfire]

-Oh, shit!
-Oh, shit!

-Shit!
-What the fuck?

What the fuck is happening?!

[groans]
What the fuck is going on?

-Come back! Come back!
-Fuck!

How many we got?

On me! On me!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

-Go. Go, go.
-Shit!

On top! On top! On top!

On the right, on the right!

-Shit!
-[gunfire]

[yells indistinctly]

Come on! Go, go, go, go!

[man 1] What the fuck is this?

[man 2] Alright, alright.

I see him.

-Go!
-Jesus Christ.

Back, back, back, back.
Get back, get back, get back.

-Ready?
-Three o'clock.

I'll cover the hood.

[man] Ready? Hold.

-Let's move.
-Fire in the hole!

-Come on!
-Horace! What we looking like?

Reach, we need you. Let's roll.

We gotta go ride 'em.

-Check his cover.
-Get back, get back, get back.

-Get back, get back, get back.
-Reload!

Back, back, back.
Get back, get back.

Stay covered. Stay tight.

-[Horace groans]
-[indistinct, muted shouting]

-Horace!
-Horace!

-Horace!
-Horace!

Horace! Horace!

-Horace!
-[indistinct shouting]

Man down!

Man down! Man down! Man down!

[Letty] Shit!

-Reach! Reach!
-[grunts]

Shit!

-Horace! Horace!
-Let's go! Let's go!

[muffled, indistinct shouting]

-[labored breathing]
-[Letty] Horace! Horace!

[muffled, indistinct shouting]

We got a runner! Reach,

-you on the run.
-Reach!

-You're on the run.
-Reach!

Shit! I'm moving up.

[tense music continues]

Hey, hey, stop! Don't do it!

Hey, hey, hey! Don't you do it!

Stop! Hands up!

-Hands up! Get out!
-Horace, put pressure on it.

-Get out!
-[Letty] No, do not let him--

Hands up and get out!

John Pekumm? John Pekumm, right?

You touch that button,
your wife is dead.

Marissa, right? That's her name.

If you touch that button,
your wife is dead.

Get out with your hands up
and get on the ground.

Get out. Hands up.

Get down on the ground, now!

Get down on the ground!

-Don't you fucking move.
-We gotta move now.

-Hey, I thought there were two.
-Stay still.

-We good?
-What are we doing?

What we looking like?

-Talk to me.
-We good?

-Where's the other one?
-Reach! We good?

-Good!
-Let's load it up.

Come on, come on, come on.
Let's load it up.

-Come on. Hurry up.
-We gotta move.

-We good?
-[Leo] We got one cop

two miles out
and another still eight.

You've got time, but you guys
have got to move fast.

[dispatch] Unit 7,
status check.

-Horace! Horace!
-Confirm delivery.

Hang in there, bro. I got you.

-There's an emergency call.
-Come on!

Come on, JP! We gotta move!

[dispatch 2] Unit 7,
status check. Confirm delivery.

-Where's Kipp?
-I thought he was with you.

[dramatic music playing]

Call the sheriff.

Get the sheriff on the phone.

-Face down. Don't move.
-Let's go, let's go, let's go.

How we looking?

Come on, JP, don't stop.

-Shit.
-Don't stop. Come on!

This is the spot.

They'll be here.

[dog barking in distance]

Yep, one second. Here you go.

Sheriff, send patrols
to the storage facility.

Close every bridge
and exit in the city

and stop every damn
white van you see.

[police siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

[rapid beeping]

-Hey, back up--
-[radio static]

You gotta-- [indistinct]

Leo, speak into the mic,
man, you breaking up.

Leo, you're stepping on it.
You're breaking up.

I think he said we gotta move!

Stop now, I got another cop.
You guys have got to move out.

-[police siren wailing]
-[indistinct radio chatter]

-Can you please put it down?
-[revs]

-He said backup's on the way.
-That's bullshit.

Ask him where the call
came from!

-Speak into the mic, Leo!
-The fuck is going on?

Leo, are you sure? You can't be
wrong about this one, Leo.

-Speak up!
-Speak into the fucking mic.

-Leo, are you sure?
-[Leo] I repeat.

The call is coming
from where you guys are.

-Whoa!
-Shit!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it.
-Lemme smoke him.

Hold fire, JP.
Don't you fucking shoot.

-Hold it!
-...they're four minutes out.

Hold fire.

Darius Greer.

You live off 1515 Quinton Drive.

You live with your fiancée,
Shanice.

Y'all just had beautiful twins,

-Malik and Malachi.
-[Leo] Three minutes!

You just got your pilot license
a month ago,

and on your first job,
they threw you on this one.

They screwed you, Darius.
These people

-don't give a fuck about you.
-They're getting closer.

They're coming faster.
You gotta get out of there.

We know! We know!

Do not let this money
be the reason

-she doesn't see you tonight.
-What's going on?

Darius, drop the gun, man.

-He's not moving.
-Two minutes!

-I'm shooting.
-Hold fire, JP.

-Just fucking do it.
-Listen to him.

That's gonna be the last time
I tell one of my men

to hold fire.

We don't have time
for this shit.

[Leo] You gotta get
out of there!

Put the fucking gun down!

-Fuck this.
-Your call.

-Whoa, whoa!
-Okay, okay.

[police siren wailing
in distance]

Put the gun down.

[tense music playing]

Get out slowly.

Don't do anything stupid.

I will shoot your ass.

Get your ass on the ground.

[sharp exhale]

Hang in there, bro. I got you.

Oh, shit. Shit. Bro.

Hey, just breathe, brother.
Breathe.

How many brothers you know
trying to be a pilot?

-What?
-How many brothers you know

-trying to be a pilot?
-None.

-None? None?
-None. None.

That's exactly why
you're still alive.

-[Leo] Guys, they're moving in.
-Let's load it up.

We gotta move.

[JP] Oh, no, no, no. Shit.

[Leo] You don't have
much time at all.

-Let's move!
-I love you, bro.

I'm always with you,
you hear me? Fuck, man.

-Fuck.
-We gotta go!

-[overlapping shouting]
-Hang on, bro.

[overlapping shouting]

You hear me? You hear me?

-Get up!
-I love you, bro!

-Man down! Come on! Move!
-[Leo] Forty seconds!

Come on, we got one down.
Let's go!

-[dispatch] All units...
-[tires screech]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct shout]

You were supposed
to be watching Horace.

Why the fuck
did you let him get shot?

[indistinct]

[indistinct]

[breathing heavily, groans]

Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Tighten up.

-He just lost his brother--
-Shut up and drive. Alright?

[overlapping shouting]

That's my brother, man... [sobs]

[screams, cries]

[dispatch]
All units, be advised.

Emergency situation,
Code Red, Unit 7.

Report immediately.

All units...

[Sully speaking Russian]

[in English] Where's the car?

They'll be here, man.

Just trust me.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music playing]

[Domingo] Shit.

[tires screech]

Fuck.

Fuck.

[man] Dispatch, Air 1, confirmed

White van,
possible four occupants.

No visual yet.

-[tires screech]
-[sobs]

JP, hey, hey.

[tense music playing]

[sniffling]

Come on.

[Stone] Let.

Yo.

You a'ight?

[Reach] Gotta go, Let.

Get it outta here.

Move.

Go.

Get rid of it.
Text me when you're done.

[dispatch] Last known
was eastbound on 16th.

Suspects may be armed.
Approach with caution.

[indistinct chatter]

[police siren wailing]

Good?

I'm good.

Look, that shit
wasn't supposed to go--

I said I'm good.

Hey.

Told you he'd do it.

[beeping slowly]

[tense music playing]

Hey.

Change of plans.

[indistinct chatter]

How you doing?

How the fuck
do you think I'm doing?

We have to catch these guys.

[Haas] We will.

I think you're gonna
wanna see this.

[reporter] I'm here
at Allen and Merrywood

where an armed robbery
has just taken place,

leaving four men dead
and two wounded.

All four victims
were federal agents.

I have been told
that four masked men

stormed out of their vehicles
with guns

and robbed this helicopter
behind me.

Officials say that nearly
seven million dollars

-were stolen...
-Idiots.

...while being transferred
to this chopper.

-Those damn idiots.
-We're still interviewing

survivors. Story is unfolding.

Back to you, Jim.

[speaking Russian]

[in English] You know,

you shouldn't waste my time.

You think you can trick me?

[Driss] Sully, just relax.
Alright?

Y'all just gotta be patient.

I told y'all they'll be here.

Okay? Just fucking trust me.

Yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, look. Look.

That's them.

Told y'all we were getting paid.

Yo, Sully. Pass me that gun.

-Let's go.
-The fuck are we doing?

-Pass me the gun.
-You stay here.

Don't move.

[tense music continues]

[tense musical stinger]

-[gunshots]
-[grunts]

Fuck!

They're behind the trucks.

Shoot the motherfuckers!

[gunshots continue]

Fuck!

Get down!

They're shooting at us!

-Fuck!
-They're behind the truck.

Move it, move it, move it!

Fuck!

-Fuck. Get down.
-You good?

[Sully] Kill them!

-[Francess] What the fuck?
-Not right now, Ma.

Are you outta your fucking mind?

Listen. No. Uh-uh.

-Are y'all crazy?
-Get in the house.

No. Don't you bring
that shit in here.

-Just a sec.
-No. Are you crazy?

Absolutely not. Are you crazy?

-Can you get in the house?
-No. Are you crazy?

You are not gonna drag me
into this shit.

-[gunshots]
-Hey, hey, hey! Open up!

Come out!

Oh my God! Fuck.

[yelps]

Go to the other side!

Go around!

Where is he?!

[indistinct shouting]

[JP] Oh, shit. I see him.

-Hey, hey, hey! Over there.
-Fuck!

-He's on the move.
-Let's go! Let's go! Run, run!

-[car revs]
-[tires screech]

Eat shit and die,
stupid motherfuckers!

Ugh, shit. Damn.

What we gonna tell 'em?

Tell 'em the motherfucker
got away.

Ma, can you get in the house?

Ma, just give us a second.

[overlapping shouting]

-Just go in the house.
-Get in the house.

Ma, I'm not gonna tell you--

[tense music playing]

You guys killing feds now?

We didn't have a choice.

Where the fuck you been?

When the fuck we start killing
federal agents?

You got a better idea?

I could've thought of something.

Can somebody please tell me

what the fuck is going on?

Him.

-Hey, Ma.
-Don't you "hey" me.

You haven't called or shown up
to Sunday dinner in six months.

I'm sorry, Ma.
When I found out my department

was investigating these fucks,
I had to lay low.

You could've bought us
more time.

No, I fucking couldn't.
This is not my shit.

I told you shit was getting hot.

What the fuck were you doing
talking to the captain?

Captain? She was a captain?

-A fucking captain?
-Jesus Christ.

-Yeah.
-We lost him.

-What?
-We lost Driss.

What do you mean you lost Driss?
How? What the fuck happened?

-Just go in the house.
-What did he just--

-Just go in the house.
-What do you mean

you lost Driss?

Where's Driss?

Come on, Stone. Talk to me.

Fuck. Alright.
Just get outta there.

-We know where he's headed.
-We gotta go. We gotta move.

-Stay low. Wait for my call.
-What do you mean

you lost Driss? Where's Driss?

Don't worry.
We gonna find his ass.

-We gotta move.
-You think I'm stupid?

-Where's Driss?
-We gotta move.

-I'm coming with you.
-About fucking time.

Hey, Ma, take everything
to this address.

What? No! No, don't involve me
in this.

-I told you.
-Ma! Ma! Ma.

Take everything in this car,
take it to this address.

Come right back. Alright?
Don't open the door for a soul

till we get back. Alright?

-Come on. Please.
-We gotta move!

Ma, Ma, please.

-Stone, come on, let's go!
-Please.

F... What the--

-Fuck!
-[tires screech]

Fuck.

[morose music playing]

[tense music playing]

Hey, boss.

[in Russian]

[Sully speaking]

-[thunder rumbling]
-[suspenseful music playing]

[tires screech]

God damnit!

Of all people you wanna take
money from...

Driss?

There he fucking go,
right there.

-Go! Go!
-Driss!

-[panting]
-Driss! Driss!

Driss!

-Driss!
-Driss! Fuck!

[tires screech]

[tense music playing]

[both] Driss!

[panting]

Driss! Driss!

[panting]

[tires screech]

Driss!

[music intensifies]

Driss!

Driss!

Driss!

Driss!

-Alright, look.
-[grunts]

Get the fuck up.

I didn't think you was
gonna find out...

You didn't think
we'd find out, huh?

-[grunting]
-You set us up, huh?!

[grunts, groans]

-Your own fucking blood!
-[grunts, groans]

Get off him.
You're gonna fucking kill him.

[groans]

[groaning]

[Kipp] Get up, Driss.

Get the fuck up!

[groaning]

[groans]

Who the fuck
are you working with?

[panting]
I'm not working with anyone.

Tell me who the fuck
you're working with, Driss!

You crazy motherfucker.

-Tell me right the fuck now.
-I said nobody.

-Who you working for, Driss?
-Y'all fucking crazy.

Fucking say it, you little shit.

The fuck you doing,
you fucking pig?

I said I ain't working
with nobody--

Say it! Say it!

Who the fuck
are you working with?

I said fucking nobody, man.

That's bullshit, Driss.
Who is it?

Who is it, Driss?

-Russian guy.
-Speak up.

Name is Sully, man. Russian.

You know, Driss,
it's real fucking funny

how shit's starting
to fucking creep up on us

ever since you got out.

How do you fucking know
this guy?

Huh? You hired him or what?

-He was--
-Offered him our money?

He was my cellmate. He's the guy
I tried to tell y'all about.

Oh, the one you said
we could trust.

You gotta be the dumbest
piece of shit.

[Reach] Why would you try
to set us up, huh? Why?

-I didn't.
-Yes, you did, Driss.

We've been on you
this whole fucking time.

-The fuck you talking about?
-The phone, Driss.

Do you think we really
trust you enough to not see

what fucked-up shit
you're probably up to?

You tapped...

You tapped my fucking phone?

You tapped my fucking phone?!
[breathing heavily]

You assholes
have been following me

-this whole goddamn time?
-Yes.

Because we cannot trust you.
Look at this shit.

Look, look,
look at what you did.

Why would you go
against your brothers, huh?

-I didn't have a choice.
-Yes, you did!

-Nobody forced you to do that.
-You did.

You fucking did.

Both of y'all.

Stone, have you seen your house?

Reach? You seen yours?

Or your fucking car?

You guys have everything.

And I want that. I want a piece.

Y'all treat me like
I don't deserve shit.

It's this...

this fucking aura
that y'all just...

y'all just walk around with.

And I don't have that.

I never had that, man,

even when we was kids.

So when... when these little
fucking requests I'm making,

asking for fucking breadcrumbs,

when that shit
just gets ignored,

what the fuck
am I supposed to do?!

What other choice do I have

other than to get that shit
myself?

When I got caught,

I got caught for us.

I went down for us.

I almost did
a whole fucking dime

for y'all.

When I got out, least I expected
was a fucking pat on the back,

maybe a thank you.

Who the fuck was I kidding

expecting anything different
from y'all, man?

What the fuck?

And it don't help that y'all got

fucking Detective MacGyver
over here

following my every step.

Driss...

-All we--
-Nah, man.

Y'all gon' fucking listen to me
for once.

-You motherfucker--
-[gunshot echoes]

[muffled, indistinct shouting]

[tense music playing]

[tires screech]

[muffled, indistinct shouting]

-Fuck! Fuck! Driss!
-Shit!

Driss, hey, hey! Driss!

Fuck.

Driss! Driss!

[dramatic music playing]

Driss, man!

[solemn music playing]

Driss...

Driss, wake up!

Wake the fuck up.

No, no, no, no, no! Driss!

Driss!

Fuck!

[phone ringing]

-No, no, no, no, no!
-[phone ringing]

[phone ringing, buzzing]

[Sully] I told your brother
no tricks.

No tricks.

Get your damn shoes
off my carpet.

-[Stone] Ma! Ma!
-You too.

[Stone]
I will fucking kill you. Ma!

Your brother owes me money,

which means you owe me money.

Shit.

I want to know
where she took it.

You have one hour.

You know what will happen
if you're late.

[Stone] I will kill you.
Do you hear me?

Don't touch my fucking mom,
okay?

Ma!

Fuck!

Fuck.

[Reach] One more hit...

and we lay low like always.

[somber music playing]

[Stone] Driss! Fuck!

Driss! Driss!

One.

More now...

or more never.

[dramatic music playing]

[Stone] One more.

And if shit goes left,
it's on you.

[Reach] You know the crazy thing
about this shit?

Seems like no matter
how much we get...

it always seems like
it's never really enough.

[Stone] What's that mean, Reach?

[Reach] It's like this shit
just keeps on going.

[Stone] When does it end?

[dramatic music continues]

[music swells]

[music crossfades]

[somber music playing]

[music fades]

["Self Love Letter"
by Steezy The Artist playing]

♪ Yeah, rallied up the troops
before we hit the road ♪

♪ Employment not the same,
it's at a record low ♪

♪ All this power
too much for a man to hold ♪

♪ I feel like Courtney Kemp
the way I run the show ♪

♪ Flippin' through connects
on my Rolodex ♪

♪ Loaded up the semis,
padded up the vests ♪

♪ Way too many nos,
not enough finesse ♪

♪ Ask us if we ready,
answer's always yes ♪

♪ Yeah, the answer's
always yes ♪

♪ Pennies on the dollar,
we done this shit for less ♪

♪ Therapy in session
just to cope with stress ♪

♪ And "I'm my brother's keeper"
written on my chest ♪

♪ We didn't ask for promo ♪

♪ I got my face all on
the news, they got my photo ♪

♪ Never breakin' the bro code ♪

♪ Sports was just a way
to stay in go mode ♪

♪ But this 9 got an arm
like Tony Romo ♪

♪ So I rallied up the troops
and then we hit the road ♪

♪ Employment's not the same,
it's at a record low ♪

♪ All this power too much
for a man to hold ♪

♪ I feel like Courtney Kemp
the way I run the show ♪

♪ Flippin' through connects
on my Rolodex ♪

♪ Loaded up the semis,
padded up the vests ♪

♪ Way too many nos,
not enough finesse ♪

♪ Ask me if I'm ready,
answer's always yes ♪

♪ Answer's always yes ♪

♪ Ha, boy, you're blessed ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[song ends]

[solemn dramatic music playing]

[music ends]