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- Sweet deal, right? - This is great, Malcolm.

This is way better than petty theft.

- Welcome to the big leagues, boys.

Okay, the cop says she's out for a girls night.

- Hey man, show me her picture again.

It's a blonde girl, got it?

- Job's a smash and grab.

You grab.

- If she's up, I'll smash.

- Jesus Christ, Onnie,

maybe we should just stick to grabbing.

- Yeah, just keep an eye out for her.

Once she's alone, we gotta pounce.

- Hey.

- Yeah?

- There she is. - Guys.

Goodnight.

- Yeah, my guys are gonna go get her now.

All right, see you soon.

- Hey!

- Come here!

- Please.

Please.

Please, don't hurt me.

- So what now?

- Let us talk about your best friend, Sunny.

- Do not call that little cocksucker

my best friend, all right?

I treated a fucking guy like my old son.

Bishop to G6.

Check.

- Turns out your son is in with the Sergeevs.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna handle that.

- Bosses weren't too happy last time.

King moves to E6.

- Like I said, I'll take care of it.

Okay, I got the two best guys on this.

- Are you sure they are the right guys?

- Yeah, absolutely.

They have a beef with him.

Unfinished business, if you know what I mean.

Queen to E6.

Check.

Individually, these guys are both top shelf.

Get these two bastards to work together

and they're fucking unstoppable.

- Yeah, Boss. - Nico's a world class fixer.

- Yeah, yeah. I'm good.

I'm just finishing up that thing.

- And an A class assassin.

- Sunday?

- Oh, no.

No.

- Yeah, that'll work, I'll see you then.

All right.

Bye.

You crossed the line.

You don't mess with kids.

- Always gets the job done.

Smooth and clean.

- Perro.

- Hello, Nico.

- Hello, Lyla.

Please inform the client that we are solid gold.

They can proceed with the balance of payment.

- Proceeding.

And you should see that in just a moment.

- Payment received.

Thank you, my dear.

- You're welcome.

Say, I'm free tonight.

Maybe.

- That is so tempting.

Unfortunately, I have a flight I have to catch.

- Mm, you can catch a flight tomorrow morning.

- I don't have a hotel room booked.

- I've got a king size bed you're welcome to share.

- Lyla, that is so against protocol.

- I won't tell, if you won't tell.

I'll text you my address.

See you soon.

- Now Rick, Rick's also a great fixer

and one badass killer.

At least he was.

Things went kind of south between the two of them.

After Nico got himself mixed up

in a little affair with Rick's gal.

Created a whole mess of trouble.

And Rick just walked away.

Once they know the details and perks of this job,

getting them back together won't be a problem.

- Who's that?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Never late.

- Is that good? - Yeah.

- You like it?

- Yes, thank you.

- You like it as much as you liked fucking Lyla?

- What?

- Do you actually think in that fucking head of yours

I wouldn't find out?

The Rick and Rachel's scenario, did you learn nothing?

Don't shit where you eat.

- I'm- - Ah, speaking of.

Rick. - Oh, fuck.

- As always, right on time.

Sit down.

- You look like you just got outta bed.

- You look like you just got back from fucking prom.

How's that, is that better?

- Much better, how about this?

- Oh yeah, fucking night and day.

- Okay, enough.

Enough of that shit.

I got a situation on my hands.

And right now, you two are the very best that I've got.

Look Rick, I understand

that there's some history between you two here.

- Yeah, there's some history. The fuck did you play at?

- Hey, hey, hey!

Nico is an active member here, Rick.

Who the fuck do you think I'm gonna shoot, huh?

- Holster the weapon, Benjamin.

Fuck sake.

- This is my place, Rick.

Don't push it.

Even the baristas are packing.

Look, Rick.

Yes, Nico fucked your fiance, but-

- What the fuck.

- That shit was ages ago.

Move on.

- I don't know anything about it.

- Right, that's enough.

Both of you shut the fuck up and pay attention.

Afterwards we can talk about who I'm not gonna kill.

Got it?

Got it?

- Got it.

- Good. - Yeah.

- 5 million a piece, minimum.

But- - I'm in.

- Of course you're in.

- Yeah, maybe you didn't understand.

I'm retired. - Yeah well,

I got a situation so you're unretired.

- No. - Yes.

- No. - Yes.

You're officially fucking unretired.

Now pay attention.

You two have got to work together.

Pull this off,

and there will be extra fringe benefits

for everyone involved.

- 5 million is a really generous offer.

It is.

But it's nowhere near enough to make me work

with that piece of shit.

- I'll take his five and my five and I'll get the job done.

- Shut the fuck up, Sunny Gill.

- Oh for fuck sake, no.

- Yeah, forgot about that beat down that he gave you.

Have you?

Come on back.

Take a seat.

- Fine, I accept your offer.

It's important you understand

that when this is done, I'm done.

I'm officially retired, you got it?

- I'm glad to have you on board, Rick. Thank you.

Now.

Sunny Gill.

This fucking guy immigrates as a kid,

parents push him to get a degree, gets two.

Medicine and chemical engineering.

But does he become a doctor or a scientist?

Fuck no, he's smarter than that.

He becomes the biggest drug manufacturer

that this city has ever seen.

- Stop.

- The thing is,

we taught this ungrateful prick everything he knows.

- Please.

I beg you.

I have a wife and a baby on the way.

I'm begging you, please.

I have a family.

Please.

- You should have thought about it

before fucking with me, Vijay.

- Please.

- So what do we have here?

What do you think?

- No.

No, no, no, no.

No.

No, no.

- You know, he's been a bit of a pain in my side

for a very long time now.

Once upon a time, I made him a promise

that I would get my payback.

Well, I just got some certified legit intel

from a couple of contacts back in the old country, you see.

Turns out Sunny's cooking something up

with those Russian Kasak pieces of shit,

the Sergeev brothers.

Old school, fearless,

and as hard as fucking nails.

Supposedly Evgeny got his scar fist fighting a bear.

And Roman, he's the strongest one.

- Sorry guys.

Closed for tonight.

- We're not here to play.

Where's the boss?

- You can talk to me.

- You are not the boss.

We heard the boss is a lady.

- Maybe he's a lady, huh?

Or a lady boy, huh?

- Gentlemen, how can I help you?

- We like your business

and would like to offer you security.

- Security? - Yes.

- Well, Mrs. Chow doesn't need any security, but thank you.

- Sorry.

Maybe you didn't understand my English.

You need to pay security to operate.

This is our territory now.

- Do you know who I am?

- Yes, we know who you are.

- My brother and I will take really good care

of your business and all of it's assets.

- They made an example of the Triad

and made a lot of enemies along the way.

I've got eyes out for where they're hold up.

We'll let you know when we got something.

- Every time you see us, $5,000.

- You're gonna pay for this.

- Now this would be the perfect opportunity

to settle some old scores once and for all.

But I need some boots on the ground.

And that is where you two come in.

So I need you to start doing some digging.

The fuck is that shit?

- Matcha tea.

- It's good for you.

- It's supposed to be good for your brain and memory.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Matcha, huh?

- Thanks for dropping by, Rick.

- Anytime. - Nico,

keep that fucking snake in your pants, I mean it.

It's like dealing with fucking children.

I swear to God.

- Hey, you wanna go grab a drink?

- Nope, I'm good.

- Ah, come on man.

Just one drink.

Will it fucking kill you?

- What part of the word no do you not understand?

- Can we just put the past in the fucking past?

- Did you just pinky push me?

- Yeah, I pinky pushed you.

- I thought you did. - Yeah.

- A bitch slap? - Yeah.

Because you're being a little bitch.

Ow!

Fuck.

Really?

Really?

A dick slap, that's what you're gonna do?

- Because you're being a little dick.

- Let me tell you something.

- Tell me something, I'm gonna tell you something.

- Tell you something. - Oh, enough of this,

all right?

All right? This is the biggest pay day

either of us have ever been offered.

We can work together this one last time

and then never see each other again.

- One last time. - Hey, that's a nice watch.

She looks expensive.

Is it a Rolex?

- What?

- Ah, you heard me?

- No. - Nah, I actually didn't hear

my hearing's not so good anymore.

- You too?

- I don't hear a fucking thing anymore.

- Dude, answer the question, old man.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What did you just call him?

- The watch.

Now, bitch.

- Whoa.

Whoa.

What did you just call him?

- Gimme the fucking watch.

And both your wallets.

- Oh.

- Let me ask you a question, punk.

What exactly do you plan on doing with that blade, what?

- Oh, this blade? - Yeah, that blade.

- Well, I'm gonna start slitting throats

if I don't get that watch. - He's gonna start slitting.

- We don't have to do this.

- The guy's gonna- - We don't have to do this.

- Yeah, we do. - No, we don't.

We can end this. - Yeah, we do.

- No, we don't have to do this way.

- Start slitting motherfucker.

- Now you did it. - You think I'm kidding,

don't you? - No.

Why would you kid?

- God!

Ow.

Ah.

Ow, fuck!

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Hey.

- Is this real?

Are you really walking through the Serengeti

with a T-bone fucking steak on your wrist, really?

Is that what you're doing?

No, no?

- Everything on me is real.

- Yeah, except your friendship.

- Am I picking you up tomorrow?

- You have my number.

- You still don't have a cell phone?

I'll call you on your landline, you dinosaur.

- Gentlemen.

A year in the making.

Finally, all the pieces are coming together.

- Pakistan and Afghanistan, both online.

Once we make the money transfer, we're ready to ship.

- Now, when we get the accountant fully on board.

- We're all going to make a lot of fucking money.

- Indeed.

I think that calls for toast.

To our new friends and to all of us

making a ton of.

- Fuck you money.

- Apologies.

My brother was just saying

five years ago

we could have killed one another.

And now we all love each other.

- My people say the same thing.

We love you too.

- The lock sticks.

Try it again.

- Fuck sake.

- Sorry.

- Wow.

So this thing's still in the shop more

than it is on the road?

- But it's classic, so it's worth it.

- Oh yeah.

And a Jag really blends in

when you're trying to go unnoticed.

- It's been a while.

What have you been up to and you know,

for work, and in your life?

- Well, I finally decided to take your lead,

start doing yoga.

Hell, even got myself a therapist.

- Holy shit.

I can't believe it.

I mean, I promise you it was well worth it if-

You're just being a dick.

And I was just trying to make a conversation.

- Well, don't.

Let's just keep this strictly business.

- Still an asshole.

- Always.

- This guy, Quinton, that we're going to meet,

he's a cop.

- Fuck do you mean, he's a cop?

- He's a dirty cop.

He sells information.

He's on the boss's payroll.

- Copy that.

- Hey, Quinton.

- Nico.

Who's this cat?

- This my associate? - Yeah?

Your associate got a name?

- Why don't we start with your intel first

and we'll get to my name later.

- Does this fucking guy know who I am?

- You dirty cop, right?

Right?

I mean, am I wrong?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What my associate is trying to say is that our boss

paid for some intel and we'd like to have it.

- Well, your associate here better dial it back a notch.

- I'm dialing.

- Well, cool, look at that, he's zen.

- Dialing, full Zen.

- Zen, we're cool.

He's cool, you're cool.

- Okay.

A warehouse belonging to some decent sized drug merchants

was hit.

Heavily armed crew.

All taken out.

- That's it?

- All I can tell you at the moment

is that it indicates turf war.

We're uncertain who the perps are.

- Oh so.

So the turf war?

Oh, well, I mean, if that's all the information you got,

we thank you for the intel.

No, let's go.

- That's not it. - Okay, that's all he has.

- That's not it. - He said it.

- Boss's not paying for that crap.

Let me ask you something, buddy.

What exactly are you?

- What do you mean what am I?

- I mean, what kind of cop are you?

You divorced, alcoholic, you drown in alimony payments?

Which one of those do you lean on

to explain why now you're a dirty cop

selling tiny bits of shitty intel.

Which one? - I just think we should go.

He doesn't have anything.

- Ah, there's more there.

- Ah, no. - I'll call the boss

right now, tell him to stop paying this motherfucker.

- Now you better park that shit.

- Or what, what, what, what, what, what? Tell me, tell me.

You could arrest us, is that what you're gonna do?

- Let's- - Don't fucking touch me.

Ooh.

You think you're eight minutes

of annual mandatory range time

have you pull that thing a bit quicker, am I right?

- Nico?

- So you think long and hard.

Is there anything else you're leaving out?

- Sunny.

Sunny Gill.

- What about Sunny?

- We think that he's worked with the Russians,

the Sergeev brothers.

- Well, we know that. - It's common knowledge.

Everybody knows Sunny's partner with the Russians on what?

- Afghanistan

used to be a prime drug route until it was shut down.

Now there's a ton of product

just sitting in Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Okay, so we think that Sonny's partnering

with the Sergeev brothers to move it.

Sunny's consolidating his power.

He's eliminating the competition.

The other gangs.

That's all I know, okay?

- Ah. - Yeah.

- That's good. - Yeah.

I think we made a lot of progress here, attaboy.

Look, we can work with that.

- We can work with that. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Oh, no.

- Now see, that's just really unfortunate.

Get that fucking thing outta my chest.

You know, maybe you should up your range time

to nine minutes.

I mean, don't tax yourself too much.

Me and my partner here are gonna turnaround,

we're gonna walk away.

We're not gonna look back.

You think long and hard about picking that up

and shooting one of us.

But whichever one you don't shoot will third eye your skull

before you can chamber your second round.

Just food for thought.

- I forgot how batshit crazy you are.

I missed that.

- Don't touch me.

- Shit works, right? - Every time.

- Nico? - My guys found the Sergeevs.

I'm sending you the location now.

I got an address for the Russians.

Figured we could do a little surveillance.

- Ooh, stakeout.

Good thing we're in the stealth car.

What's wrong with your arm?

- It's my shoulder hurts sometimes.

Sometimes I can barely lift it.

- Those knife pussies from the other day?

- Didn't help it any.

- Yeah, maybe you should think about

looking after yourself as much as you look after this car.

- You know, I prefer to do this alone,

but the boss wants us to work together as a team again.

And

that fight proved that we still got it.

But you can get out anytime you want.

- God, you're still just as touchy as a chick.

- You know, truth is both my shoulders are bulletproof.

But my back.

Some mornings when I wake up,

I feel like I'm fucking 90 years old.

- Hmm.

So I'm not alone in this.

- No, not alone.

You ever think we'd make it this far?

- Age-wise? - Yeah.

- I never thought I'd make it outta my thirties.

- We certainly dodged

a lot of bullets in our time, didn't we?

- Yeah.

- Those was the best years of my life.

- Yeah.

Mine too. - Good, we agree.

So we don't have to talk about it anymore.

- Hey, that's fine.

Not even about the Jameson twins.

'Cause that was, you know,

one of the only times- - That I got the hot one.

Yeah. - They were identical twins.

- No, but mine had the mold on her upper lip and,

oh, like Cindy Crawford.

Fuck.

She was a firetruck.

- Oh yeah, she was.

She was hot.

Hmm.

Do you remember our score?

- Yeah.

Of course I remember our score.

- Saved my life eight times.

Final tally eight nothing.

Complete shutout.

- You always colored outside the lines.

If it weren't for you I

probably wouldn't have been here today.

Eight times.

Hell,

I hate losing.

Oh.

But if there's time on the clock,

there's still time to turn it around.

You know what I'm saying? - No.

Can't score after the bell, brother.

- I didn't hear no damn bell.

- No.

You're the one who rang it.

Bingo, bingo, bingo.

Oh, there's our boys.

There's our boys.

- No, get your fucking hands off me.

- Hey, come back here, you little whore.

- No, get your hands off me.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going, huh?

- Hold on little lady.

- The fuck is going on here you fucking retards?

She tried to run away and I-

- You know how important she's to us?

Why is her shirt ripped?

- Well, I tried to grab the bitch, but she wouldn't let me.

And she tried to escape.

- Yeah, yeah. - So.

- Is that true?

- He was trying to take it off.

- Onnie, it's all good.

Let's talk outside.

- Emma, listen to me.

This won't happen again.

I promise.

- Why can't I just go home?

I just wanna see my dad.

- You will, you will.

I promise.

Now, you two.

Would you like to join your colleague?

- No. - We hardly know him.

He's just a driver.

- Well, I'll be leaving some of my men here.

And if any one of you tries to harm this lady again,

my men will have orders to cut off your faces.

Am I clear?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Fuck. - Fuck.

- Oh, we are fucked.

Take a job with the Russians, it's easy money.

Nothing could go wrong.

Nice fucking plan Malcolm.

We could have been stealing Cadillac converters

and now we're gonna get our faces cut off

by the Russian fucking mob.

- Why the fuck did you say my name in front of her?

- Why does it mean even matter?

They're gonna take us out back like an old yeller.

- Fuck.

Fuck.

- They're clear.

Let's go check it out.

- We are so fucked.

- My dad can give you a lot of money if you just let me go.

- Oh, shut up you little girl.

- Shut up.

Wait.

How much money?

- A lot, a lot.

More than they're giving you.

He can get millions. - Cash?

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't listen to her.

The Sergeevs will kill us.

- They're gonna kill you anyway.

- Shut the fuck up.

- You touch me, I scream.

Malcolm.

- Don't talk to her.

It's gonna get us killed.

Just tie her up.

- You see that?

- The fuck you doing?

- We're gonna save her.

- When the evac is secure, we make a move.

Not before.

Since when do you make decisions based on emotion?

The fuck is wrong with you?

Gimme the camera.

Fuck sake.

There we go, sugar.

There you go, safe as houses.

Any idea what that was all about?

- Could be a hostage, but you never know these days

- What the fuck has a hostage have to do

with drugs coming in from the Middle East?

- I don't like it.

- Let's make a pit stop on the way back.

I got somebody we should go talk to.

- All right.

- Well there's anyone I trust

to have intel on Russians, it's Mrs. Chow.

- Hey.

- Can I help you gentlemen?

- Yeah, we're just here to see Mrs. Chow.

- This is a private members club.

- Oh, we're both friends of hers.

- Sorry, no gweilo.

- Now, that's fucking racist.

- Fuck.

- Fuck.

Rick? - Is that fucking Jimmy?

- You must be Nico.

- Why Jay?

Fuck. - You cut your hair,

you used have long fluid hair.

- Oh my God.

- You grew yours. - No shit.

- You looking great.

- Thanks Jimmy, holy shit, man.

Jimmy, shit.

- You got fat.

- What, me?

- Yeah, you're fat as fuck, Jimmy.

- And you are still a fucking asshole.

- Yes, he is. - Of course I am.

- But I think we're still doing pretty good.

- Not bad.

- Years don't lie buddy.

The years do not lie.

- Come on, let's get a drink. - Yeah.

Holly shit.

Oh really? - Hey, fix my friends up.

- What are you using for your hair.

- Olive oil. - Enjoy guys.

- Oh wow.

Hey man, you guys join us for some drinks?

- Nah, we gotta back to work.

- Hey, sorry about the guns.

Thanks.

Hey, you remember when we got Wu here?

- Believe it or not, I just had a dream about that fucker.

- Wait, about when he was naked?

- No, not when he was naked.

- When he had the sword- - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

In the dream, he had the sword.

- I can't believe he was using that sword

thinking that he could deflect your bullets.

- No one would believe that.

He was riddled with bullet holes.

Ah.

Do you remember Alvarez?

Bleeding out in your backseat? - Oh my God, don't even tell.

- Do you remember zigzagging through the streets

trying to get him back to boss? You remember that shit?

- Only because the boss wanted us to keep him alive

just so that he could have the last word

with that motherfucker.

- We were a good team.

- Were.

But yeah, we were.

- Breaker.

- Yes, all of that.

- It's great to see you.

- Likewise ma'am. - You are not gonna

introduce me to your friend?

- It's Nico, my partner.

- I don't think we've met before.

- Oh yeah, you've met him.

- Like only eight or nine times.

- I mean, it's easy to forget him.

- Oh yeah, oh especially around Rick break her heart.

- Especially around me. - Oh yeah.

- Easily forgettable.

- Well, any friend of Breaker is a friend of Mrs. Chow's.

- Nice to see, meet you again.

- Breaker.

I know you're not here to be social.

I'm assuming it's about a certain

well clothed brown gangster

hanging out with my old friends, the Sergeev brothers.

- Well, you read me like a book, don't you?

- Mm.

Well, you know Mrs. Chow doesn't like to just give it away.

- When have you ever?

- Well, but it is for Breaker.

- Good point, it is for Breaker.

- Oh wow.

Let's make it a little bit interesting then, hey?

We'll play a game.

You win, you get information.

You lose, you give Wads a little foot massage.

- We don't have time to play any game.

- Oh yes we do.

We definitely are playing.

We accept your terms. - No, it's-

- Excellent.

- SciPi, Mahjong, baby

- SciPi, man.

- SciPi my balls.

- Ting? - Ting, ting.

- Ting?

- Ting away.

- Mahjong baby.

- And when you lose, Jimmy gets a foot massage.

- Wait, what?

- Jimmy. - Should I be offended

that she doesn't remember me?

- Yeah, you should.

- Hi Jimmy.

- Stack of four.

Pile it up.

- Like I said, I'm gonna take that guy.

- Okay, I'm gonna pull.

- Oh, I hat it when he did that.

It's a beautiful thing.

No, it isn't.

Yeah, I don't need that.

- There we go.

- Getting that crap.

You wanna foot massage or not, Jimmy?

- Sik Wu.

Eat it.

- Well

the man you're looking for is Treyton Jones.

He is heavily connected

and helps certain parties requiring discretion

move large sums of money from country to country.

- Okay, so Treyton Jones?

- Hm-mm.

- And you.

You are not James Bond, get rid of that old Jag.

You thought I didn't remember you.

- I love you.

- My lovely Nico.

- Well, you got me, you got me.

- Do you know who Treyton Jones is?

- No. - He's a dude

that does those infomercials about buying gold

'cause the dollars can collapse.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

- Oh, he's gotta be a millionaire.

Most likely a billionaire.

You invest any of your money in gold?

- Hell no.

Oh, but you did, didn't you?

How much?

- All of it.

It's no shit.

All of it.

- All in, huh?

- All in buddy.

I'm ready for it, buddy.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, turn here.

- Hey, I got an idea.

Tomorrow let's check with Treyton

about your gold investments. Ooh.

- Hey Gunner.

Rick's ex fiance, Rachel here

is gonna a share a chapter with those two gentlemen.

You got the money.

- You get the money once the job's done.

Now, where's the girl?

- That's her car there.

- She should be getting off work any minute now.

- Boss also wanted me to ask you about Juggie.

- That'll cost you more money.

- You greedy motherfucker.

- Man, I'm just trying to make a living.

- When Sunny finds out

that you're trying to nickel and dime him.

- All right, relax.

Juggie and them ain't gonna budge.

So you might wanna pay him a visit.

- You wanted us to pay for that?

Fuck. - There she is.

You ready? - Born ready, get it done.

- Well, you know me.

There's security in numbers.

You say it like it's a bad thing, bro.

What's wrong with working for me?

- You should know by now,

men like us, we don't get here by sharing fucking profits.

And a and lion doesn't share his pride.

- Are you a gambling man?

Beats your big boy with the attitude

and you all work for me.

And then I'll work for you.

- Ah.

That's tempting.

- There's a catch.

- You're on.

- Ishanna.

All yours.

- Bro, is this a fucking joke.

- You think this is a fucking joke?

- Well, you good with this?

- Motherfucker.

- She won.

Let's go guys.

- What are you gonna do with your 5 million?

Buy more gold?

- Hell, I'd buy an indulgence

if the Catholic church still sold them.

- Oh, that's good.

We could use a couple dozen of those.

- You really think a couple dozen

can cover all the guys we killed?

I don't think so.

- Yeah.

In retrospect, maybe we should have-

- Kept a journal?

I did.

Buried that shit in the backyard.

Had to dig it up and unwrap it after accepting this job.

- Well, I'll help you bury it again after we're done.

- Ah.

I think I'm gonna leave that shit out of the coffee table.

Fuck those guys.

Every damn one of them deserved it.

Damn straight they did.

- Can I help you gentlemen?

- Oh, we just got a couple questions for you.

We don't want to take up too much of your time.

- Did you book an appointment?

- You know, they said there was a wait.

You know what I did, I pulled out this magic wand,

I waved it around and holy shit, they let us right in.

I mean, it was actually pretty impressive.

- Okay, what is this about?

- Well, we know you've had some recent business dealings

with Sunny and the Sergeevs.

- I don't think I know who those persons are

and I'm quite certain that Maria's already called security.

- Is that the cute brunette?

Unfortunately we had to lock her in the bathroom

with the three others.

Sorry about that.

- Yeah, without their cell phones.

So

No one's coming.

- Well, I take it you're not with the police then.

- Think the cops would lock your employees

in a tiny bathroom?

- Yeah, Kojak would've.

And he definitely would've left with that brunette,

for sure.

- Yeah, I may still.

- I'm sorry, I still don't understand what this is about.

- We run in similar circles to Sunny

and the Sergeev brothers.

- Similar, but ours typically goes to 11.

- Great movie.

- Does this really need further explanation?

- Yes, actually.

- We know that they're running

huge drug product from the Middle East.

We know that you are somehow involved.

- Look, I don't think you quite understand my situation.

- Would you care to elucidate?

- Douche word.

- It is for the uneducated, but.

- It's just. - Hm-mm?

- It's what?

It's what? - I can't.

- You can't what?

Fuck it, this is taking. - Oh Jesus.

Ow.

Come on, stop it, please.

- Hey Rick, stop. - Fuck you and your patience.

Fuck that shit.

- Oh! - Shut the fuck up

and come over here.

- You run, I'll shoot your ass in the back.

And that shit hurts.

- Look familiar?

- Fuck me.

- Offer assistance.

- What do you mean like hero shit?

Not sure that cape fits.

- I'm pretty sure it's one size fits all.

- You better hope so we ain't got time for a fitting.

- Maybe we can

bury that book again and

start a new one.

- Hey, get over here.

Get over here.

- Oh my God.

You know where she is? - Yes.

- Took this 24 hours ago.

- You want us to help you get your daughter back?

- Look please,

I don't want to endanger my daughter.

You're not even with the cops.

- No, we're better than the cops.

- Yeah, we're like Kojak.

Who loves you, baby?

- Solid.

Well?

- I mean, simple question.

Do you want us to help get your daughter back for you?

- Or more importantly, you want these motherfuckers to die

an incredibly painful death?

'Cause that's the shit that we do.

- Yes.

Please.

- Done.

Oh, and if you don't mind.

I'd like their pain to go to 11.

- Attaboy. - With pleasure.

- And malice.

- What's going on fellas, gimme some good news.

- Well, first of all, the piece of shit

kidnapped the girl.

- It's pretty simple.

Sunny and Sergeev brothers,

they want Treyton Jones to help them transfer big funds

to this big league drug trafficker in the Middle East.

Treyton's a highly connected finance guy,

you know, probably seen him on TV.

- Yeah.

- They kidnapped his daughter to make sure

that he complies.

- They got her up in a cabin, pretty remote location.

But we walked right up to the window, shot a proof of life,

and she seems fine.

They got two guys on the inside looking after her.

Looks like nobody on the outside.

- Yeah, no one.

- With Treyton's help and his cooperation,

I've already spoken to him.

So the plan's pretty simple.

Breach the cabin, secure the girl.

Let Sunny and the brothers think it's business as usual

when the transfer happens,

money goes whatever the hell you want.

- Hmm. Are you sure he is on board with it?

- Oh, a hundred percent.

- He is on board.

Then when they realize the money's not there,

they're gonna scramble back to that cabin

as fast as they can.

- And girl will already be safe

and will be like shooting fish in a barrel.

- Yeah. - Good, I like it, I like it.

But still don't take any chances.

Take some backup.

And my Porsche.

I need my payback with Sunny.

I can't stress that shit enough.

And hey.

It's really good to see my two best guys

working together again like a team.

Ruthless bastards are back, baby.

- 1, 2, 3, shoot.

1, 2, 3, shoot.

1, 2-

- Rick and I'll cover the front.

And you guys covered the rear.

- Let's do this.

- Copy.

- And boys, make sure you take out

any Russian stragglers.

I hate those fucks.

- Hamish.

Might wanna wake up.

Hamish.

- Fuck.

- Hey, let me ask you two something.

How long you been doing this?

- Doing what?

- The bad guy stuff.

- The kidnapping innocent chick shit.

- First time. - Oh, 'cause

you're really bad at it.

- Wait, are you two bad guys?

- Yeah. - No.

- No. - Yes.

No, we're not bad guys. - Not on this one.

Just gimme the phone, call her daddy.

Just sit tight.

We're good guys.

Hey man.

Target secure.

- Sorry, sir.

Yes, hello, yeah.

Your daughter is safe and secure.

Yeah.

- I think I just fucking said that, didn't I?

Evac will commence once route is secure.

Yeah, standby.

Here she is.

- Daddy. - Daddy.

- Look, this will all be over soon.

- Okay. When can I come home?

- Soon, I promise.

Just do what these men tell you to do.

They'll get you outta there as soon as it's safe.

Okay?

They're good men.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

I promise, they're good men.

- Okay.

Okay, I promise I will.

I love you dad.

- I love you too.

- All right.

Sorry.

Now where were we? - With them sucking.

- Oh yeah, that's right.

- Do you have any idea how we got in here?

- Walked up the steps and opened the door.

- Not quietly.

- No, no, and did you, you were asleep on the couch

with your weapon over here.

- Weapon's completely outta range.

And you motherfucker, you were in there on the shitter.

- Did you two not see "Pulp Fiction".

- "Pulp Fiction".

Johnny Trav basically committed suicide doing the same shit

you two motherfuckers just did.

- His gun was on the counter while he was in the shitter.

- Is he the toaster, right?

He was toaster. - Utter buffoonery.

I mean, who does that?

You know what, both of you turn around.

Put your hands on the back of the couch,

spread your legs.

- Now!

- You on the right, take your left hand

and put it in your partner's right back pocket.

- And you shitter.

Take your right hand,

put it in your partner's left rear pocket.

Deeper.

Deeper motherfucker, squeeze that shit.

- What the fuck. - The fuck is happening?

- Oh my God, you're gonna want a copy of this one.

I'm gonna send this to your cell phone.

Oh, you don't even have cell phone do you?

- Why do you fucking need a portable telephone, huh?

- Well certainly not anyone who calls

it a portable telephone.

Nobody calls it a portable telephone.

You idiot, everyone needs a cell phone nowadays.

- It's true.

The convenience of today's connectivity is unparalleled.

- Fuck sake.

- Okay, when we get you outta here,

you two can cuddle up on the couch and watch Kardashians.

- Oh, Khloe's highlights this year,

they look amazing, don't they?

- I'm know right, that's what I'm saying.

- Well then it's a date.

Morons.

If you gave a shit about a high value target,

you would put motion sensors out in the front.

You ever seen "Mission Impossible"?

- Oh, great movie.

- You could get those red laser beams.

You get high tech shit like that at Radio Shack these days.

Radio, there's no more Radio Shack.

- Well then it's a fucking spy store.

You know what I'm talking about?

- It's a spy store? - Amazon, motherfucker.

You can definitely get the shit on Amazon.

- Yeah, you pretty much can get anything on Amazon nowadays.

- Right, they deliver that shit with a fucking drone too.

- So amazing.

So you guys, red lasers would've been great,

but you could even just, you know,

a little bell on a string.

- Or you could've locked the door.

I mean, you could've locked the door.

That would've worked. - Yeah.

- But anyway, gentlemen, just food for thought,

you know, next time, right? - Yeah.

- Oh God.

- Hey.

You're gonna be safe, right?

These guys can't do anything anymore, okay?

- All right.

- These two other guys are gonna take care of you

while Rick and I go secure at the root.

You're gonna be at your daddy's home soon. You have my word.

- Thank you so much.

- All right.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'll be okay.

- All right, I'll be right back.

- Ow, it hurts.

- Shut up.

- Rick.

- Yeah.

- You remember when we met?

- Yeah, McCluskey's bar like two and a half decades ago.

So what? - Yeah,

we hit it off immediately.

Like two birds of a feather. - Yeah, we did.

What's your point?

- I never told you why I was in there, did I?

- I assumed it was for Jessica, the hot waitress.

Am I wrong?

- A month before I walked into that bar,

I had a fiance.

She, we were seven months pregnant.

We even had a name picked out.

Abigail.

Her father's joy.

She miscarried and I bolted.

Abigail would've been this girl's age

and the resemblance to my ex is, it's uncanny.

- Look, Nico, I had no idea.

I'm sorry, I mean, you could have fucking shared that

in 25 years of friendship.

- You had a fiance and

I fucked that up too.

And I'm sorry. - Yeah, you did fuck it up.

There's probably a thousand I'm sorrys

that I'm miss giving you through the fucking years.

I've been an asshole.

You were a fucking asshole.

Fucking let it happen again.

- I won't.

I give you my word.

- Look, Antoine, you gotta stop worrying about this shit.

You're gonna give yourself a fucking heart attack, okay?

Everything's on schedule.

The bosses will be happy, I promise.

- You underestimated Sunny before.

Are you sure this is the right move?

Pawn takes queen.

- In a game of chess.

Every move matters.

Bishop to G5.

Check mate.

Sunny won't know what hit him.

- Oh, hold on.

It's the boss.

- On my way to meet Treyton so prepare the girl.

Oh, and tell Rick, I invited a friend to the party.

- Yeah.

- Hey, is everything good?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- We may need to verify Emma to her father.

- No problem.

She'll be ready.

- Let us hear the girl.

- They want to talk to you.

- I'm here.

- Hey, be a good girl, Emma.

And this will be over soon.

- Okay.

- Let me talk to our man again.

- Yeah.

- Home stretch.

Don't fuck this up.

- He hung up.

- It's time.

Call Treyton.

- Is the transfer ready?

- It's all good.

- Good, good.

- He's calling.

- Yeah, it's Nico. - We're ready.

Now, you'll get my daughter outta there, right?

- Of course, just do your job and everything will be fine.

- Thank you.

- Is he good?

- He knows what's at stake.

- They behaving?

- Like a couple of morons.

- You know, you're handling this really well.

- He hasn't received anything yet.

- I thought you said you get confirmation

in matter of seconds?

- Yeah, of course.

But maybe there's a problem with the transfer.

- Call Treyton.

- He must be completely offline.

Probably for security for the transfer.

- Sending guys to his office.

- And call the cabin.

- Fuck, it's a video call.

I'll handle it.

I'll handle it.

- Yeah? - Is the girl with you?

- Yeah, of course. - Show me.

- No problem.

- All good guys.

She's there.

- Zip time.

- Treyton? - Hey Nico.

- Getting any calls lately?

- Yes, several in the last few minutes.

- Where are you now?

- With your boss at the meeting spot?

- Well, we're gonna get your daughter to you real soon.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

You really are the good guys.

- Thanks.

- What's going on?

- English, English for fuck sake, English.

- You want English?

If I hear any of you saying

I'm gonna shoot them right in the eye.

- You watch your fucking mouth.

- Oh, watch my mouth?

You better watch your opening, sweetheart.

- Hey, calm the fuck down.

We need to cooperate.

We don't need a blood bath here. Let's go get the girl.

- Ishanna.

- Hey, over here.

All right.

Gravel parking lot is our vector point.

All eyes on it at all times from all directions.

Come with me. - Roger.

- No!

- We're all set here.

Copy that.

Let's go.

- All right, these guys are gonna figure things out

pretty quick, so keep your eyes open, got it?

All right, it's go time.

This gentleman's gonna take you to safety.

Remember Defcon five, keep your eyes open.

- You gonna see your dad soon.

- Thank you.

- The fuck is wrong with you?

- It's not often we get to be the good guys.

- We're the fucking good guys.

- We're kind of the good guys this time.

- They're on their way.

- Sounds good.

- Come on.

- Jesus Christ.

- Dad! - Emma!

Are you okay? - Yeah.

- They hurt you? - No, I'm okay.

- I love you so much.

- Look, I hate to break up this love reunion,

but we gotta go now.

Now.

- We're in position.

- I have eyes on the targets.

- The fuck is going on?

Where's the girl?

- Ishanna.

- It's a setup.

- Snipers in the woods.

Run!

- Oh, I am so happy to see you guys.

Have you met my friends?

- Drop it.

Drop it.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop.

- These guys are ours.

- You should go out and help your partner.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Come on, come on.

- I'm sorry.

I don't hit women.

- No?

- It's just the way my mother raised me.

- That's fine.

Just makes my job easier.

- I'm more of a lover than a fighter. Ah!

- That's a really bad pickup line.

- Oh, I got a lot of them.

That being said, I have a pretty solid batting average.

- Not today, handsome.

- Whatever they're paying you, we'll double it.

And I'll throw in a steak dinner.

Okay?

Okay, look, if you don't want to sleep with me,

just say no.

- Don't worry, handsome.

You're gonna be sleeping very soon.

- Hey, hey.

- Shoot her.

- Get the fuck outta here, man. I'm not gonna shoot a chick.

Attaboy.

- What the hell?

She could have killed me.

- That little dime piece is gonna kill you?

- She had her knife right up here, man.

- I don't remember you being such a big fucking vagina.

- What? - You want her dead, huh?

Be my guest, tough guy.

- I'm gonna shoot her. - Put a bullet.

- But you would've shot. - Put a bullet in her.

Clearly hates the patriarchy.

- I told you, I told you.

- You know what?

Shoot her.

Now what do you got?

Shoot her, go.

- I'm not shooting her.

You know what? - Shoot the fucking chick.

- I'm just patriarchy all this.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetie.

- Have at it. - I don't want any,

I'm not gonna fight you.

Time out!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- I'm sorry.

Fuck. - Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't, don't, don't, don't.

Don't even think, don't think about it.

Don't think about it, don't think.

Stay down.

No more.

You don't want any more.

Whoa.

- Lady.

- Ah.

She's stuck.

- It was either her or me, so.

Thanks.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

- I gotta find my gun.

- Gunner, I'm out.

- Here, go take my gun.

Go!

- Take out the two to the right of me.

And if the two in the middle so much as flinch, drop them.

It's over Sunny.

- Really?

- Well, I still gotta card up my sleeve.

Remember the three of us have a mutual friend?

- I wouldn't actually call Quinton a friend.

- Not Quinton.

- Oh, although he did mention you guys.

- We've got a hostage.

Fingers off the trigger.

- I brought a more

intimate friend of yours.

Hi.

Quite a reunion, huh?

- Nico? - Rachel.

- What's going on?

Why am I here?

- Sunny?

Long time no see, huh buddy.

How you doing Rachel?

- Quite an emotional conundrum, huh?

- Oh, not really?

- Oh. - Why are you doing this?

- It is the bargain chip in the sugar, nothing more.

- This is how it's going to play out.

I get all my fucking money back or she dies.

- Give us two sec real quick.

- Take your time.

- Three.

Two, one.

- Paper. - Rock.

- Go ahead, you can shoot her.

See, I don't think you understand.

I got four long rifles

aimed at both of you motherfucker's foreheads.

You're too young to appreciate

classic Kenny Rogers, aren't you?

Otherwise you'd know when to hold them.

When to fucking fold them.

- And when to walk away, when to run.

You don't believe me, Sunny.

Aim driver.

- Please don't do this.

- Even if his finger twitches and he does fire,

the second pop you hear

will be this bullet going through your fucking skull.

- Don't.

- Look at you two.

Tag team champions, huh?

Hey Rachel, which one was bigger?

You still feel like a man, Rick?

- Pull the trigger, Sunny.

- No kidding, Rick.

You got 10 seconds, or she fucking dies.

- Pull it, hell I'll even help you with the countdown.

I'll help ya.

Sing it with me, buddy.

- Gunner. - Nine.

Eight, sing it with me, Sunny.

- Seven.

- Six. - Guys.

- Five.

- Countdown your life, motherfucker.

- That was seriously fucked up.

You know Sunny, I have been waiting for years to kill you,

but after that shit.

Well Rick, it's your call.

If you want to kill him, be my guest.

- I can handle this one for you.

- Nah, I got it.

Stick around.

You're probably gonna want a piece of this too.

- I could just shoot him.

Oh, you want to-

You gonna,

you're gonna fight him.

- Boss.

Get Rachel outta here, huh?

I don't want her to see this.

- Got it.

- Hey Grandpa.

Once I'm done with these two chumps.

I'm coming for you.

- You got balls Sunny.

I'll give you that.

- What's up, old man?

Remember the ass whooping I gave you.

Back then I needed a gun.

I don't now.

- I've been waiting for this moment for years, Sunny.

There's no way you leave here alive.

I promise you his cardio's gonna go out

and I got this motherfucker.

- I can help.

- Sit down.

- Looks like you need your boyfriend's help, old man.

- Can we finish this?

- Fuck my sternum.

All right, I'm gonna go wide.

- Okay.

- You deep. - All right.

- I think you need to hold hands in this one.

- No, I got it.

- Fine, whatever.

I'll get the gun.

- Come on.

- Son of a bitch.

Not today motherfucker.

Not today.

Okay.

That was a good shot.

- Yeah.

- But I had him right where I wanted.

- Oh, totally and I was just-

- I was gonna take him to deep water.

- Sure.

- That was the plan.

- Well, it was working.

I just put him out of his misery.

- He was gonna gas.

Fucker was gonna gas.

- He was totally gassed.

- But I appreciate it.

Thanks.

- Yeah, I owe you one.

Let's go home.

- Well.

At least we didn't get our faces cut off.

- True.

- You know it really pains me to say this, brother?

But I think I'm gonna get one of those smartphones.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Get done with this in time,

we can get to the mall before it closes.

- Okay.

Hey Quinton. - Afternoon gentlemen.

- Are you thinking Apple or Android?

- I dunno which one's smarter.

- Get you a Blackberry.

Seem more like a Blackberry kind of guy.

- All right.

I like the name too, Blackberry.

- Oh, suits you.

- It's like a nice vegan dessert.

- Fuck.

Do you think anyone's coming back for us?

- I really gotta pee.