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(♪)

(BELL RINGING)

(♪)

Hello.

(♪)

Hey!

Anyone?

Anybody?

Help!

Anyone?

Help!

Help me!

Somebody, please!

-Help! -(DOOR OPENS)

Help me!

Somebody, please help!

(DOOR SHUTS)

Hello? Anybody there?

Hey!

Hey, anybody?

Hey, hey.

Hey, what am I doing here?

Hey.

Hey, I don't want any trouble, all right?

WELDER: I've been looking forward to this.

What?

Okay, yeah. Yeah, whatever you say, man.

I don't want any trouble, okay?

Hey. Hey, can you just tell me why I'm here?

Why am I here? What do you want from me?

Please, please don't hurt me.

WELDER: I don't intend for you to feel any pain.

Okay.

Okay, yeah. Yeah, that's good.

You know, may... maybe we can work something out.

Look, I don't know what you think that I did,

but I'm telling you, I'm not your guy, man.

WELDER: ls that so?

Are you a drug addict?

VINCE: What?

What are you, a cop or something?

No, man. I'm not a drug addict.

WELDER: Have you robbed anyone lately?

No.

WELDER: Have you killed anyone recently?

No. Hell no.

I'm not a killer.

I'm telling you, I'm not that guy.

(GRUNTS)

I thought you said there wasn't gonna be any pain.

WELDER: You've caused a lot more pain than that, Vincent Demetri.

How do you know my name?

WELDER: I know all about you.

I've been watching you.

VINCE: Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

I can't feel my legs.

I can't feel anything.

W... what'd you do to me?

What'd you put in that shot?

I ca... I can't feel my body!

WELDER: When I told you you wouldn't feel any pain, I meant it.

What are you... what are you doing?

(FIRE FLARES UP)

Shit, no.

No, what are you...

What are you... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Look. (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

I'm sorry. I can't feel my body.

No!

Please!

(♪)

(♪)

(VINCE SCREAMING)

(♪)

(TRAFFIC RUNNING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

(SHUTS TRUNK)

Hey, found it.

By the way, you gotta clean your trunk.

It's a fucking pigsty. What are you, a hoarder?

(CHUCKLES) Fucking hell, you look like shit.

Did you put your face in a fucking blender

and press start?

Is that what you did?

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

Here. Anytime, boy.

Why do you always give me shit?

'Cause I like to see you squirm.

It's good to have you back, bro.

Thanks.

Thanks, man.

Man, two stores in one day and we get 10 stacks?

Mm-hmm.

RODRIGO: Yo, Rex is gonna love this shit.

TAYLOR: Hope he does, man.

Listen, it's your time to shine, boys. All right?

I want you guys to go in there and stick to the plan

and don't fuck it up. All right?

-Yeah, it should be good. -VINCE: Yeah, we got it, bro.

-We got it. -Motherfucker.

-Is that fucking Jamie? -VINCE: Hey, Rod?

-Jamie, you motherfucker! -(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

-JOCELYN: Rod, come on! -You motherfucker!

Rod! No, stop! No!

RODRIGO: You! You little bitch!

JOCELYN: Rod!

(GUN SHOTS)

RADIO DISPATCH: Shots fired, 147 Maple Street.

Requesting backup.

-God. -Let's get there.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(ENTERANCE BELL CHIMES)

VINCE: Fuck you doing, Rod?

Huh?

(GUN CLICKING)

TAYLOR: Hey. Hey Rod?

-Hey, let it go, bro. -JOCELYN: Rod?

-TAYLOR: Rod! -Hey, Rod.

-Yo, chill! -VINCE: Yeah, let it go, bro.

Rod, don't.

Let it go.

Shit.

Rod!

(GUNSHOT)

VINCE: Get in the fucking car. Come on.

-VINCE: Get in the fucking car. -Fuck!

RODRIGO: Vince, drive! Drive!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Go, go, go!

-I'm going. -Go!

Fuck you, Jamie. Fuck you.

-Shit. -(TYRES SCREECHES)

Fuck you, Jamie! Fuck you!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CAR WHOOSHES)

(SIREN WAILING)

(TYRES SCREECHES)

(CAR DOORS SHUTTING)

Go in, check. Check, Marcus.

MARCUS: I got it.

(ENTERANCE BELL CHIMES)

(♪)

Call it in!

Fuck.

Call it in, Johnny.

JOHNNY: All right, I am calling in.

Detective Johnny Vance.

Shots fired, shots fired.

I need emergency vehicle on Palm,

Palm and Elmer.

Palm and Elmer right now.

Emergency vehicle right now.

-MARCUS: Oh shit. -Am I gonna die?

You're not gonna die.

All right, man.

You gotta breathe. (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(SHUSHING)

Just be calm.

Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Johnny!

Yeah, I... I... I called it, Marcus.

-I called... -MARCUS: Call it, man!

I called it.

Please, just try and relax.

Yeah?

(♪)

Okay.

Just slow your heart rate down, okay.

(SOBS)

MARCUS: Where are they, man?

Th... they're m...

They're coming.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck!

(SIREN WAILS)

Hey, you know that's not your son in there, right?

Yeah, I know.

Be right back.

Where you going?

Hi. Just wondering,

is there any updates on the young boy

that was brought in here this afternoon?

NURSE 1: Which one?

MARCUS: Gunshot wound to the neck.

NURSE 1: Let's take a look.

Not yet.

Dr. Willis should be out of surgery soon.

Okay.

I'll be right there with the detective.

NURSE 1: Okay. I'll send some nurses over to let you know.

-Thanks. -Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, guys.

What?

Nothing.

Detectives, the doctor's ready to see you now.

Okay.

Yeah.

NURSE 2: At the nurses' station.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

Did everything we could.

He was just a kid.

Yeah.

Hey, Doc, do you mind if we have a word with you?

Um, yeah.

Uh, let me...

Let me wash up first.

Follow me, my office is over here.

(♪)

Thank you, Doc, for taking the time to sit with us.

We just wanna chat a bit.

We heard that they've been testing this, uh,

concentrated high-potent liquid paralysis.

Ah, yeah, we have.

Um, most hospitals don't have the capability to acquire it,

but uh, yeah,

we're one of the lucky ones.

Lucky ones.

Lucky ones.

Doc, you know, there was this innocent woman last year

that was killed right on our own freaking street.

Face just smashed to a pulp.

The assailant was so drugged out of his brain,

he kept smashing her face over and over,

and over again.

A rage we've never seen before.

And there she was, just laying there

with the dog she was walking.

Wrong place.

Wrong time.

We caught the asshole.

He was still drugged out of his brain,

and it wasn't crystal meth and it wasn't crack cocaine.

It was the liquid form of paralysis, Doc.

And to the unlucky ones, violent crime has skyrocketed

since this drug has hit the street.

Um,

it's uh, P.

Paralysis.

It was developed for medical procedures.

-Mm-hmm. -To numb pain.

Uh, to help uh, patients calm their nerves.

But like everything else, it got in the wrong hands.

And a brilliant synthetic form was developed

and is now being sold on the black market.

So, no shocker there.

The thing about it is that it's so uh,

highly concentrated.

It's uh, so potent

that it releases this very dangerous mix of rage,

uh, numbness and even pleasure.

(♪)

Well, if there's anything else I can do to help,

let me know.

JOHNNY: Sure, Doc.

You know, you could start by not developing drugs

that kill innocent people.

Obviously, uh,

that's not what we do.

Uh, we're in the business of saving lives.

Saving people.

Well, why don't you wake up the dead

and tell that to them?

Thanks for the time, Doc.

All right.

Have a good afternoon.

(♪)

Shit's out of control.

Liquid P is a 100 times worse than Fentanyl.

This guy thinks he's freaking lucky.

(SIGHS)

-Doing all right? -Yeah, I'm okay.

Marcus, listen.

We're gonna find justice for your son.

You think so, Johnny?

Yeah, I do.

You do?

Yeah, so does everybody else.

That's all I keep hearing.

Everything's gonna be okay.

We'll find justice.

Will we?

It's a revolving door, man.

You see it?

Our hands are fucking tied.

So don't tell me everything's gonna be okay,

'cause it's not.

Buddy, I'm not perfect.

You're not perfect.

Nobody's perfect, okay?

But you gotta have faith.

Listen, trust the justice system.

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

(♪)

The fuck were you thinking shooting a buyer?

That was not a part of the plan.

RODRIGO: Oh, fuck it please.

JOCELYN: Yeah, all right.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

Yo, I cannot believe you fucking killed Jamie Jam, bro.

Man, fuck that motherfucker.

He owed us three stacks.

(♪)

(♪)

We've been busy.

Okay.

So, you've been busy.

Well, let's unwrap it, shall we?

How much is in here?

Oh, we hit a few convenience stores

until one decided to sound the fucking alarm.

It all went to fucking shit.

Executing a fucking buyer.

You took charge?

I thought that...

(GRUNTS, COUGHS)

Did I tell you to think?

The only reason any of you motherfuckers got anything is

because of me.

Remember that.

Get the fuck up.

Why don't you think about grabbing some fucking beers?

(♪)

(BOTTLES CLATTER)

(SIGHS)

REX: Why don't you whip us up another batch?

You too, motherfucker!

Sit down.

You see all of this, bruh?

All of this shit right here?

Everything in here runs through me.

We don't rob small fucking convenience stores.

We sell P to each and every motherfucker

out there looking to have a good time.

And for the right price, it's theirs.

You know, I think it's time we take this city

on a fucking terror campaign

and show this city we're in charge.

Word on the street is there's a pure form of Paralysis

out there.

If I can get my hands on that, shit, I won't need them.

They're good soldiers.

They're fucking pawns.

When the fuck are you gonna learn, bro?

(GROANS) Ah, shit.

You got any on you?

(CHUCKLES)

RODRIGO: Come on, bro.

I need a hit.

I need a hit.

(PANTS, GROANS)

Meditate on our future, Rodrigo.

-Come on, bro. -Whatever, motherfucker.

Pitiful.

If you ever make a move like that again,

I will kill you myself.

(♪)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

Let's fuck shit up.

(CHUCKLES)

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

(♪)

(MOANING)

VINCE: Y'all wanna blow off some steam?

(RODRIGO CHUCKLES)

RODRIGO: Let's get it.

TAYLOR: Let's fucking party, bruh.

-(JOCELYN CHUCKLES) -VINCE: Rex, what you think?

RODRIGO: How about those right there?

JOCELYN: Ooh, they look like fun.

-Pull over. -RODRIGO: Suit up.

-JOCELYN: Yeah. -RODRIGO: Put your war paint on.

(JOCELYN CHUCKLES)

REX: Hey, yo, Vince, give me my mask.

-It's nice. -JOCELYN: Yeah.

-Get out of my face. -REX: Got ya.

WOMAN 1: What's going on?

-MAN 1: Yo. -REX: Hey!

MAN 1: Yo, relax.

WOMAN 1: Oh my God.

REX: Guys. I want to talk to you.

Okay. All right. All right.

Guys, what the fuck's going on?

WOMAN 1: Just leave us alone. We're... we didn't do...

MAN 1: What do you guys want? What do you guys need?

Jesus Christ, what the fuck!

What are you guys doing?

JOCELYN: Oh, isn't that sweet?

REX: Didn't anybody tell you not to be a fucking hero?

(SCREAMS)

Oh, babe.

You know that turns me on?

WOMAN 1: Can you just leave us alone?

(MAN COUGHS)

-Are you okay? -Fuck.

Take his wallet, baby.

MAN 1: What?

She said, "Give me your fucking wallet." All right.

Just relax. Relax.

Here, take the fucking wallet.

WOMAN 1: No, just take everything.

That's all you fucking got?

MAN 1: This is all we have. Relax.

Purse.

MAN 1: No.

Please. Please, relax.

-(WOMAN SOBS) -MAN 1: Relax.

-Get in the fucking dumpster. -Shut the fuck up, all right?

The dumpster, what?

She said, "Get in the fucking dumpster!"

All right. Relax, relax, relax, relax.

Relax.

Here you go.

Fuck. It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Come on now.

REX: Hurry up!

(WOMAN SHOUTING, CRYING)

REX: Now shut this bitch up.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(DUMPSTER CLINKING)

Let's get the fuck outta here.

Get in the fucking car!

(CAR BEEPING)

(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)

All right, business.

What about the convenience store shooting?

Any updates on that?

No, not yet.

Any leads on the black Lincoln we're looking for?

Uh, yeah. This is from the uh, road rage murder last week.

The same vehicle?

Yeah, same vehicle.

Where... where was this?

Just off of Riverside Highway, 3 miles from Skid Row.

Guy was at a red light.

Car pulls up. Pop in the head.

No reason whatsoever.

Holy shit.

Yeah, we're running plates now.

Just... just waiting to hear back.

Two confirmed dead,

and two people robbed at gunpoint

and forced into a dumpster.

Into a dumpster.

What's that about?

I mean, Cap, have you been out there?

I mean, this... this... this some real shit

we're dealing with out there. Right?

I mean, this is like the fucking buffet of chaos.

I mean, this... this is not Choice Meat we're dealing with.

I mean, this is like the A5 Wagyu of fucking bullshit.

Well, that's kinda what the job description is, isn't it?

The people are scared, gentlemen.

You gotta give me something.

You got it, Cap.

And guys, get these fuckers off my streets now.

Got it, Cap.

(♪)

TAYLOR: For later?

REX: Finished?

Yeah.

REX: Give me one of those.

What do I get?

Come on, baby. Give me a cigarette.

It's the last one.

What do I get?

Give me a fucking cigarette, bitch.

Fucking dick.

You like this dick, ho?

-Fuck you, bitch. -Fuck you.

JOCELYN: Pussy ass.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Your ass ain't going nowhere.

Yeah.

(PHONE CHIMES)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Who's the bitch this time?

It's a chick I'm banging.

I hope she ain't got a dick this time.

(CHUCKLING)

Last time it went from Raquel to Richard.

Okay, motherfucker. Goddamn.

Seriously, bro?

That's the bitch you banging?

Yeah, it's the bitch. Look at her, man.

Come on. She's hot.

-Walk outta here. -I mean, she's all right.

What's her deal?

She's a college student, all right?

Lives with her dad.

He's always working.

On Milton Drive.

Nice ass.

Oh, Milton.

That's an upgrade for you, baby.

(TAYLOR CHUCKLES)

They got tons of expensive shit laying around.

Would be a nice score.

So, you're trying to rob the place?

Yeah, exactly.

And I've been to the place.

Didn't look like any kind of a serious security system,

so we should be good.

When the next time you seeing this bitch?

(PHONE RINGS)

About to find out.

Speaker.

Hey, Amanda.

AMANDA: (ON PHONE) Hey, Vince.

So, what's up?

You coming by tonight?

Yeah, baby.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there. 8:00.

AMANDA: (ON PHONE) See you then.

Okay.

AMANDA: (ON PHONE) Okay, baby.

Kisses.

All right, boys.

Joce.

I'ma check out the house.

Make sure there's no surprises on the inside.

When I give the signal, we hit the place.

But this time, score only.

Grab the shit and we go.

Got it? Cool?

-Uh-huh. -Yeah, lover boy.

-Just the score. -REX: Just the score.

That's right.

(JOCELYN CHUCKLES)

Hell yeah.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(♪)

Y'all motherfuckers ready for tonight?

-Yes, sir. -Fuck yeah.

I've been waiting all day for this shit.

Joce?

Born ready.

Make it quick.

For sure.

Hey, remember, we in and out.

Grab the shit, go.

Right?

Cool.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR SHUTS)

(CHOPPING VEGETABLES)

You know, if your mother saw you in that dress,

she'd have a heart attack.

She would think it's cute, dad.

-Cute? -Yeah.

Cute?

Cute is not a word that describes you, my dear.

Beautiful, elegant,

sophisticated.

Those are adjectives that serve you well.

This dress, however, does not.

Come on. We've talked about this.

Hm. Who's picking you up?

-Vince. -Ah, Vince.

Vinnie!

Don't be embarrassing.

Come on.

I think your father has a right to meet the kid

who's taking his daughter out on a date, don't you think?

What do you say?

That's fine, just don't be weird.

-It's embarrassing. -Okay.

Well, that uh, that could be a little bit impossible,

but why don't we start off by uh, you changing your dress, hm?

I'm not taking off the dress.

-Take off the dress. -I'm not taking off the dress.

-I'm gonna go fix my hair. -Do what your father tells you.

I'm not taking the dress off.

(DOOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)

Uh, I'm gonna get that.

AMANDA: Don't be a dick!

Silence.

-You must be Vince. -Yeah.

-I'm Amanda's dad. -Nice to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you.

Come on in.

Wow, you have a really nice home.

Appreciate that.

Yeah. Where's Amanda?

She's getting ready.

You have a really beautiful family.

WILLIS: Thank you very much.

So, is it just you two in here or?

Yeah. Yeah, it's just me and Amanda.

Can I ask you a question?

Hm.

Where do you plan on taking Amanda tonight?

Just taking her to my house, you know, we're gonna hang out.

You know, stay in, watch a good film.

I sure do love a good film.

Yeah. Who doesn't?

Yeah.

But you know,

Amanda could watch a good film here at the house tonight.

-Yeah. -I'm just saying.

Yeah.

Your eyes seem just a tad dilated there, Vince.

AMANDA: I'm ready.

All right.

Just letting you know.

Ah, my princess.

-Look at... Oh. -(PHONE CHIMES)

Love the change, by the way.

Told you it was my favorite.

-Like a vault. -You look amazing.

-How are you? -Thank you.

-Good, how are you? -Good, good.

So, you met Vince?

Yes, I met Vince.

I like the dress, Vince.

-VINCE: She looks amazing. -Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

Ah, quite a story behind that one.

-VINCE: Yeah. -(PHONE CHIMES)

Let's roll, bitches.

(CHUCKLES)

(♪)

(GUN CLICKS)

Wasn't too weird, was he?

I do my best.

-(CHUCKLE) -(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Huh. Let me get that.

You got some competition here.

(GUNSHOT)

Oh my God! Dad! Dad!

Dad!

What the fuck!

Get off of me!

Get off of me!

Get off of me!

Get... let go!

Get off!

REX: Shut up, bitch.

AMANDA: Look at dad.

Put me down! Ass...

Put me down!

Put me down!

(GRUNTS)

Hey, yo, what the fuck?

This isn't part of the plan!

(♪)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(GUNSHOT)

VINCE: No!

JOCELYN: You save that dick for me, bitch.

Let's go!

Hey!

I'm the one who makes the orders around here, bitch.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see you burn then, motherfucker.

Let's go!

(♪)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SNIFFLES)

Hey.

How's Dr. Willis doing?

He's still in the ICU, but he's gonna make it.

Uh, the bullet's missed all vital organs.

Does he know his daughter is...

Dead?

Yes.

(SIGHS)

His sister was killed last year and now this.

Do you have children?

Yeah, two.

Well, I pray they live to see 21.

(SIGHS)

Tell me, when is someone going to actually do something

about this violence?

REX: We gonna fuck some shit up tonight, baby.

I hope you ready for that shit, playboy.

Hand me one of those fucking beers, man.

It's been a long goddamn day. (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(PHONE CHIMES)

(REX SIGHS)

(OPENS BOTTLE)

REX: Hey!

Hey, pussy!

Where the fuck you think you going?

Oh, you still thinking about that bitch, huh?

Fuck you.

I'm done with this fucking shit!

Where the fuck do you think you're going?

Get the fuck out of my way.

(CHUCKLES)

You'll be back.

What the fuck's his problem?

I don't fucking know.

And to be honest, I really don't care.

(CHUCKLES)

You're mine.

(SCOFFS)

All right, so Dr. Willis is awake

and can see you now, but please be brief.

He needs to rest.

Yeah. Thanks, Doc.

We'll be... be quick, I promise.

I'd also given him a mild sedative,

so he might still be a little groggy.

-Yeah, understood. -HOLMAN: All right.

After you.

(PULSE MONITOR BEEPING)

Hey, Doc, sorry for your loss.

Look, uh, I know now is not a good time,

but uh, we need to ask you a few questions,

if you don't mind.

Shouldn't you be out there looking

for my daughter's killers?

Doc, listen, we are.

We want 'em just as bad as you do.

Trust me.

How the hell you know what I want?

You ever lose anybody?

No, I haven't.

I can't tell you how it feels to lose...

Goddamn right, you don't know what it feels like.

You don't know what it feels like to...

Watch los... losing two people.

Wait, two people?

My wife,

Maria.

(♪)

Some wiped out son of a bitch butchered her.

He butchered her so badly, face was unrecognizable.

Now my Amanda.

Listen, Doc, any detail will help us right now.

Do you remember anything about the attacker?

-Anything? -No.

(KNOCKS DOOR)

Okay, gentlemen, time is up.

I need to give this patient of ours some tests.

Thanks, Doc.

We'll be in touch.

Either he knows nothing or he's covering something up.

Yeah.

(VINCE GRUNTS)

VINCE: Hey!

Anyone!

Help!

-(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS) -VINCE: Help me!

Somebody, please help!

Hello, anybody there?

Ah!

(GROANING)

-VINCE: What are you doing? -(FIRE FLARES UP)

Wait, wait, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Look.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I can't feel my body.

No!

Please!

(GROANING)

(♪)

WELDER: Well, Vincent, it's been a pleasure working with you.

But before I go, I want to show you something.

Amanda.

You and your friends murdered this girl.

She didn't deserve that brutality.

But you all do.

Goodbye, Vincent.

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

(♪)

(TYRES MURMUR)

(CAR DOORS OPEN)

(CAR DOORS SHUT)

Yo. I gotta piss.

Hey, y'all boys want anything?

Yo, give me some fucking cigs.

And tell her ass I said, hurry the fuck up, man.

RODRIGO: Grab some motherfucking beers, too.

TAYLOR: All right, I got you.

(KEYS JINGLEES)

Hurry the fuck up, you clumsy bitch.

Fuck you, pussy!

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)

(TYRES MURMUR)

Hi. Uh, can I get a six-pack and some cigs?

Sure.

(TAKES A DRAG)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(GRUNTING)

(♪)

(WHIRRING)

Yo, so did she come back this way or what?

If she did, wouldn't she be in this fucking car, Taylor?

Nigga, go find her.

Yo, what the fuck?

Fucking idiot, man.

(♪)

Yo, that motherfucker ain't in here.

What the fuck?

Fucking knew it.

I told you, Rex, you can't trust this bitch.

I swear to fucking God.

This is what happens

when you don't put people in fucking check.

Fuck!

Aw, fuck.

RODRIGO: How... how'd the fuck you lose her, bro?

TAYLOR: I wasn't paying attention to this bitch, obviously.

REX: Obviously, you weren't, bro.

TAYLOR: Shit.

(ENGINE REVS)

RODRIGO: Fuck. I don't trust that bitch.

(VEHICLES WHOOSHING)

(♪)

What is this place?

Ah!

(GROANS)

WELDER: It's where you belong, in a cage.

Who the hell are you?

WELDER: What you should be asking yourself

is what got you here.

What the fuck?

Oh God. I can't feel anything.

WELDER: Lucky you.

(COUGHS)

JOCELYN: Okay, bitch, what got me here?

WELDER: You are pure evil, Jocelyn.

You don't treat people like human beings.

So, today, you're gonna get a taste of your own wickedness.

(FIRE FLARES UP)

What... what is it?

(SCREAMING)

(SOBS)

Stop!

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

(SOBBING)

Stop!

(SOBBING)

WELDER: I have something to show you.

(SOBBING)

(FIRE FLARES UP)

(SCREAMS)

No, no, no.

(SCREAMING)

No, no! No!

No.

(SCREAMS)

WELDER: Are you even listening, Jocelyn?

(SOBS)

(FIRE FLARES UP)

(SCREAMS)

No!

(SCREAMS, SOBS)

WELDER: Wake up, Jocelyn.

Now we will expose the ugliness inside you.

(FIRE FLARES UP)

(SCREAMS)

(THUDS)

(PHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)

This guy lost his wife

and his daughter.

I can't imagine what's going through his mind.

Some things you can't move on from.

You know, Marcus uh, and...

I never really asked you,

but what, you know, when your son died, um,

what was going through your head?

What was going through my head, yeah?

Hm.

I'll tell you what was going through my head.

I drank myself under every fucking night

since that happened, trying to numb the pain.

That's just for starters.

I was out of control.

I was fighting anyone

who looked at me the wrong fucking way.

I was heading downhill real fast.

I fell asleep every night since then, partner,

thinking about my hands around the guy's neck,

"Who shot my little boy?"

And all I've been thinking every day since then

is squeezing, and squeezing,

and squeezing that neck until he stopped breathing.

But yeah, fuck, man, I'm sorry.

-I just... -Hey, hey.

Listen, don't you fucking apologize.

Stop.

You have every right to feel the way you do.

I got you, man.

Yeah.

(PHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)

(♪)

REX: The only reason any of you motherfuckers got anything

is because of me.

Remember that.

JOCELYN: Dick.

Fuck you, pussy ass.

TAYLOR: I don't trust that bitch.

JOCELYN: Fuck you!

VINCE: I'm done with this fucking shit!

REX: This is what happens

when you don't put people in fucking check!

You bitches ready?

Is money green?

Yo, anybody heard from Joce or Vince?

You talking about a bunch of cowards, pussies,

and pawns, motherfucker.

Fuck 'em.

(CHUCKLING)

Is this everything?

Yeah, that's everything.

When are y'all gonna realize

that only the strong survive in this world.

Tonight's the night.

Everything we've done is for a fucking reason.

It's time for a revolution.

Let's go to work.

(♪)

REX: Everything in here runs through me.

Got an update.

Hey, buddy, our people ran the plates of the black Lincoln,

and guess what?

Every surveillance video found this gray van,

and we've got the VIN

and the registration of this gray van.

Who does it belong to?

This motherfucker right here, Dr. Gerald Willis.

-Shall we? -We shall.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(GRUNTS)

Hey, how you feeling, Doc?

I can't sleep.

I can't walk through my house

and I can't take a shit without help.

Outside of that, I'm peachy.

Come on in. Come on in.

Listen, Doc, uh,

we're not gonna take too much of your time.

Let's just get straight to the point.

See this vehicle? Do you own this vehicle?

Looks like the work van I keep at my ranch.

You have a ranch, Doc?

Yeah, just outside of town

on Highway 15, about 40 minutes from here.

Why?

Have you uh, driven it lately?

Have you driven it in the past month?

No.

Hm.

How about you give us the address to that ranch,

if you don't mind?

I... I don't understand.

What does this uh, have to do with my van?

Well, it's a good question.

You know, there's a lot of license plates

being stolen right now, Doc,

probably to throw off law enforcement.

And uh, a van matching the description of yours

was spotted around town, so we thought,

you know, why don't we just go by and check it out for you?

Is that cool?

(SIGHS)

1-5-1-5-7, Highway 15.

(PHONE RINGING)

Uh, pardon me, gentlemen, I got to get that.

It's gonna be about my daughter's arrangements.

Would you... would you mind getting that?

Got it, Doc.

Thank you.

(DOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)

(GRUNTS)

You got a bad feeling about Dr. Willis, don't you, Johnny?

Yeah.

MARCUS: I can see that.

For what it's worth, guy lost his wife

and his kid.

And take it from me, it takes its toll.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Did you find anything?

Under Dr. Willis for real estate,

nothing under than his house.

JOHNNY: Listen.

Think we should circle back tonight

and see if Dr. Willis goes anywhere.

You really think he's got something to do with it,

don't you?

It's just a gut feeling, Marcus.

Can't shake it.

(♪)

(FOOT STEPS)

The hell kind of kinky shit is this?

(GRUNTS)

(WHIRRING)

(♪)

What's going on?

Guys?

(CAGE CLINKING)

Hey?

Hey!

Hey, come on!

Hey!

(GROANS)

What the hell is that?

WELDER: Something to help you relax, Mr. Rodrigo.

You enjoy terrifying people, am I right?

Hey, look, man.

We like to just have a little fun.

That's it.

WELDER: I like to terrify people, too.

Are you scared?

Yeah, I'm scared. All right?

Is that what you want?

Hey.

Hey, don't leave me in here!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey!

Wait.

Wait, wait.

I... I can't feel anything.

WELDER: Good.

Then it's time to begin.

Hey. Hey, wait, man.

What are you doing?

(FIRE FLARES UP)

Wait!

Come on, man. Hold on!

No, wait.

Wait!

No, wait! Wait!

(SCREAMING)

No!

No!

Stop, you fucking bastard!

No!

No!

No!

No!

I'm sorry!

(SCREAMING)

Oh, no! I'm sorry!

Oh my God!

Oh!

(SCREAMING, SOBBING)

No! No!

(SCREAMING)

(RETCHES)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No!

No! I'm sorry.

No! No!

Oh, no!

(SCREAMING)

Oh!

Oh my God!

Oh!

No!

(SCREAMING)

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

WELDER: There you go.

Just slip away.

The world is now safer without you, Rodrigo.

(♪)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

(SIREN WAILING)

(♪)

REX: You motherfuckers want to abandon me

after everything I've done.

Forget you.

I don't need any of you.

(SNIFFS)

Fuck!

Damn it!

You gonna fucking leave me, bruh?

After all the fuck I did?

What the fuck is happening?

I swear to fucking God.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

REX: Look, my goddamn hand's full.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

Fucking hand!

I showed them the way, I showed them the path.

I showed 'em, I showed 'em!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

JOCELYN: Dick.

Fuck you, pussy ass.

TAYLOR: I don't trust that bitch.

Fuck!

RODRIGO: No fucking shit!

(♪)

REX: There's a pure form of paralysis out there.

If I can get my hands on that, shit, I won't need them.

(♪)

(WHIRRING)

(SHUTS)

(♪)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

I don't know about you,

but I could sure use a fucking drink.

Yeah, yeah.

Some tequila.

-Tequila? -JOHNNY: Yeah.

No, not tequila, pal.

That's fire water.

(CHUCKLES) Fire water.

This is not vodka. I get really angry for vodka.

Vodka makes you... but vodka puts me to sleep.

-JOHNNY: Really? -Yeah.

You look like one of those

strawberry daiquiri kind of guys.

(CHUCKLE)

-Nah, whiskey. -Thank you, partner.

-I raise you a whiskey. -Thank you, partner.

Yeah, I was just fucking.

(CHUCKLES)

-I knew it, I knew it. -What's that saying?

"Right tequila, trouble.

Vodka puts me to sleep,

but whiskey we're fucking fighting."

JOHNNY: Yeah.

(CHUCKLE)

MARCUS: Ah, man.

(SIGHS)

CAPTAIN: (ON RADIO) Marcus and Johnny,

we may have caught a break on your black Lincoln.

It was abandoned in an alley.

Getting ready to send forensics over to do their thing,

but I want you guys to get over there

and get eyes on it.

MARCUS: What do you say?

He ain't going nowhere.

And I'm sick of fucking waiting.

Yeah.

MARCUS: Yeah. He ain't going nowhere.

Let's go.

(♪)

Hey, Baker.

Hey, detectives.

All right. All right.

Fill us in.

So you got two guns,

registration and the Paralysis.

There it is.

All right.

Well, I have to take it into the station for analysis

in the morning.

Good work, all right?

-All right. -See you.

-See you. -Don't stay up too late.

Yeah, what do you think?

-Ranch? -MARCUS: Yeah.

-Let's head out. -Let's go.

(♪)

The fuck?

The fuck?

Who the fuck are you?

Let me out this fucking cage!

What the fuck?

WELDER: Hello, Rex.

Fuck!

WELDER: I must say, out of all the guests

I've had here recently,

I was most looking forward to meeting you.

You know me?

Then you better let me out this fucking cage.

Fuck you got me in here for?

WELDER: I've seen what you're capable of.

Your work, it's inspired me.

I, too, have rage.

And I, too, have drugs.

Is that so?

Well, maybe we can work something out then.

WELDER: Do you know what this is?

This is pure Paralysis.

Not the cheap synthetic you peddle on the street.

Unlike your drug, this one will not get you high,

but it will numb you to the pain that is coming.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

WELDER: You don't want it then.

So, be it.

No drugs for Rex.

Fuck! It burns.

WELDER: Let's get started.

What are you gonna do?

(♪)

All right.

See if anybody's home?

(CAR DOORS SHUT)

REX: What are you doing?

What the fuck?

(FIRE FLARES UP)

Please, don't do this.

(SIREN BLARES)

WELDER: Make one sound and I will castrate you.

(KNOCKS DOOR)

Police! Open up.

Anybody home?

Hello? Anybody here?

What do you think?

Asked for a quick look.

(DOOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)

(♪)

(DOOR OPENS, SQUEAKS)

-Hey, man. -Oh, shit.

Oh my gosh, Marcus.

Scared the fuck...

Oh my God.

What do you say we go push that warrant

with the Captain, come back tomorrow?

Do it once, do it right.

Yeah, you, you got a point. You got a point.

All right, let's go.

Look at you, Marcus, doing the right thing, huh?

I try, pal.

I guess I'm rubbing off on you.

-Is it clear? -MARCUS: Clear.

All right.

(♪)

The fuck are you gonna do?

(FIRE FALRES UP)

Don't fucking touch me, man!

(SCREAMING)

Fuck!

(SCREAMING)

REX: Fuck!

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

(GROANING)

JOHNNY: Yeah. Got a hit on the black Lincoln, okay, it's owned

by a Rex Johnson,

and we pulled the two guns from the vehicle.

Ah, Rex Johnson, that dickweed.

Yeah, he's got quite the resume, doesn't he?

Yeah, he's the one peddling this shit.

Look, you want the fuckers off the street?

Please, give us that warrant.

We'll go lock these bastards up.

I'll get your warrant.

Okay? And you guys get out there,

you round these fuckers up and you bring 'em in.

It might not stick, but at least we get 'em off

the streets for a while.

Maybe we can get our heads above water.

-Thanks. -CAPTAIN: Good job, guys.

-Go get 'em. -All right.

(UNLOCKS DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

Yo, anybody in here?

Man, fuck this.

I'm outta here.

(CAR DOORS OPEN, SHUT)

(♪)

(KNOCKS DOOR)

TAYLOR: Yo. Hello. Finally!

I was wondering where the...

Wondering?

Who you looking for?

Ah, my bad.

I ju... I just thought y'all were someone else.

Someone else, huh?

I'm Detective Johnny Vans.

This is my partner, Marcus Daley.

Do you mind if we uh, come in for a second?

Uh, I could whip y'all up a sandwich

or something for...

You going somewhere?

Oh, yeah.

I actually just finished packing.

Packing, huh? Just pack any answers in there for us?

We need a couple of those.

(CHUCKLES)

Um, yeah, sure.

Uh, y'all want a beer?

Yeah, nah, I don't...

trying to cut back on tampering with the evidence.

-(CHUCKLES) -Right, right.

-Yeah. -Of course not.

-Cops. -Yeah, that's what we are.

So, you want water?

No, I'm good.

Hey, take a look at this.

What's your name?

-T. -T, huh?

T. Okay, T

You see this car?

This car is registered to this address.

And those license plates, they don't match the correct address.

Do you know who owns this car?

Yeah.

That's Rex's car, but he not here right now.

Okay, do you know when he'll be back?

No, I don't.

Can we take a look real quick?

Okay.

Yo, don't you need a warrant or something?

Not if you let us.

Just wanna take a quick...

(CHUCKLES)

You need to leave.

All right, big boy, huh?

Big boy.

We'll be back with the warrant.

Have a good day, T.

(♪)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

You fucking pigs!

I told you...

(♪)

(VAN DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

WELDER: It's the end of the road for you, Taylor.

You're going to burn for what you did.

You know what?

Let's swing by the station,

see if the warrants are good to go.

That sounds good.

I'm gonna call Baker

and see if the Cap's got 'em ready for us, okay?

JOHNNY: Yeah, I like that.

MARCUS: Hey Cap.

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(♪)

Here's your warrant. Good luck.

Thank you.

Let's hit it.

Where to first?

Ranch or the warehouse?

MARCUS: Let's hit the ranch.

Copy that.

MARCUS: Okay, it says here the ranch property's under the name

of Marie and Gerald Williams.

But check this out.

A year ago, Dr. Gerald Williams

legally changed his name to Dr. Willis.

No shit.

Yep, right after his wife's death.

Makes sense, though.

It sounds like he wanted a fresh start.

Maybe you're right.

(PHONE CHIMES)

What's that?

Prints came in from the lab, pal.

They're a match with Dr. Willis' house.

We have a suspect.

Let's go.

(SIREN WAILING)

(♪)

RACHEL: My sister was killed last year.

When is someone going to actually do something

about this violence?

(♪)

(WIND HOWLING)

(♪)

Sorry, Amanda.

This is for you.

Those bastards are not gonna hurt another person again.

(FIRE FALRES UP)

Oh, Gerald.

I'm here, okay.

I need an ambulance at 1207 White Oak Lane.

It's Dr. Willis, he's been shot.

Please hurry.

They... they killed Amanda.

Did you see who did this?

Every last one of 'em.

(♪)

Every last one of 'em.

WELDER: I want to show you something.

Amanda.

You and your friends murdered this girl.

She did not deserve that brutality,

but you all do.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

We're almost done here.

Let's go.

(WIND HOWLING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(CAR DOORS OPENS, SHUTS)

Eyes up, eyes up.

Oh, yeah.

They've completely cleaned and cleared this van.

I can fucking smell it.

Yeah.

Not gonna find anything in here.

(♪)

(DOOR OPENS, SQUEAKS)

(DOOR THUDS)

(FOOT FALLING)

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS, SOBS)

(♪)

JOHNNY: Yeah.

God.

The hell?

Oh, Rex.

The others of his gang.

Hmm.

Rest of the bodies must be, the fire pit.

Oh, fuck.

JOHNNY: Oh, God.

(COUGHS)

Oh.

(COUGHING)

Uh, who knew human bodies could smell so bad?

Jesus Christ.

(SIGHS)

So, what now?

I'm thinking maybe you go back,

check the warehouse.

See if we can find anything else that sticks.

-You sure? -Yeah.

Check out the warehouse, man.

I'll wait here for the cavalry to arrive.

We good, Marcus?

Why wouldn't we be?

Just asking.

All right, I'll see you at the station?

I'll be there.

Johnny.

I'm sorry, man.

For what?

For everything.

We'll get through it.

(♪)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)

(TYRES MURMUR)

-(ENGINE REVS) -(TYRES SCREECHES)

MARCUS: Help us here.

No, please help.

He's got a gunshot to the neck.

-EMT: How many bullets? -MARCUS: One shot to the neck.

EMT: Let's go, we gotta go.

MARCUS: Hold on.

Hold on.

Jesus Christ.

EMT: Go! Go!

Okay, now go!

(♪)

(CRACKLING)

(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

MARCUS: Okay. Wait.

What is this?

What uh, what...

Why is this?

Is this what you wanted to show me?

-Uh-huh. -What is this?

This is how we defend those who can't defend themselves,

like Marie, like Caleb.

Let me tell you,

you've been stuck behind the politics of a badge.

You've been caged by rules and regulations

for far too long.

Far too long, my friend.

And this cage was made

to bring justice to those motherfuckers

that beat the system and find their way out.

When justice fails, we're doing it ourselves.

Goddamn right.

I can't.

(♪)

I, uh...

Wait a minute.

I said, wait.

I, I, I can't. I...

I can't.

I can't.

(♪)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Hey.

You forgot this.

(♪)

(WHIRRING)

What's going on?

Guys?

(METAL CLINKING)

Hey!

Hey, come on.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

JOHNNY: Doc, you know, there was this innocent woman last year

that was killed right on our own freaking street.

Face just smashed to a pulp.

The assailant was so drugged out of his brain,

he kept smashing her face over,

and over, and over again.

WILLIS: You don't know what it feels like,

losing two people.

Wait, two people?

My wife, Marie.

Some whacked out son of a bitch butchered her.

Now my Amanda.

MARCUS: You got a bad feeling about Dr. Willis, don't you, Johnny?

JOHNNY: Yeah.

You really think he's got something

to do with 'em, don't you?

It's just a gut feeling, Marcus.

Can't shake it.

JOHNNY: See this vehicle?

Do you own this vehicle?

Looks like the work van I keep at my ranch.

You have a ranch, Doc?

Yeah, just outside of town on Highway 15.

About 40 minutes from here.

Why?

MARCUS: Hey, man.

JOHNNY: Oh, shit.

Oh my gosh, Marcus.

Scared the f...

Oh my gosh.

MARCUS: What do you say we go push that warrant with the Captain,

come back tomorrow?

Do it once, do it right.

I'm thinking maybe you go back, check the warehouse.

See if we can find anything else that sticks.

-JOHNNY: You sure? -MARCUS: Yeah.

I'll wait here for the cavalry to arrive.

We good, Marcus?

Why wouldn't we be?

JOHNNY: All right, I'll see you at the station.

Oh, fuck.

You were working with Dr. Willis.

You helped him murder Amanda's killers.

Marcus, why would you do this?

(SIREN WAILING)

(♪)

Okay.

I called it in.

I think maybe it's time you guys should get going.

Johnny's a good cop.

Will be back sooner than we think.

Join you later, okay?

Guess I'll get the car.

(♪)

(SIREN WAILING)

Marcus!

Marcus, come out, Marcus.

Marcus, I know you did it, Marcus.

I know you're armed, Marcus.

Marcus, where are you?

Come out, Marcus.

Marcus, can't believe you killed all those people you lying fuck.

I was your friend, your partner!

Come out, Marcus.

I know you're armed, Marcus.

Don't play no games, I'm not stupid.

(TAYLOR COUGHS)

JOHNNY: Oh, fuck.

(SIREN WAILING)

-OFFICER 1: Freeze! -OFFICER 2: Freeze!

Put it down.

Oh God.

(♪)

(♪)

(♪)

(♪)