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- Shit!

- Don't even think about it!

- Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah.

- You don't want to do this, guys.

They're gonna find you, man.

You're making a big mistake.

You don't know whose money you're taking.

- Sure I do.

Mine.

You're gonna hold on to my money.

You're gonna keep it safe.

You keep your fucking head down.

You got it?

- Okay.

- Good boy.

Let's go.

- Boss, Greg's here.

- Right.

- What are all these kids doing here?

- Prom party.

- Prom?

We gotta go somewhere and talk.

- Okay, boss. - Yeah.

Here, you see.

You know that I know

for quite sometime the numbers haven't been adding up.

And you know that I know

that this is all a result of you fucking me.

So let me tell you what I'm fitting to do.

I wanna let you keep all that you have acquired,

secretly acquired, and I'll just walk away.

How you like that?

- Are you going to kill me?

- Yeah.

You're gonna leave now.

- Greg, I'll walk you out.

- Hey girl, you know I got you.

- What the fuck?

I didn't know you had to pay, all right?

It said it was an open bar!

- Well it's fucking closed to you now

so why don't you get the hell out of here?

- I got friends in there!

Oh, come on, guys.

- Hey.

- I'll toss y'all a couple bucks if that's all you want.

Motherfuckers.

What are you doing here?

- Hey Chance.

Boo.

- Do you want a beer or something?

- Nah, kid, I'm good.

- You mind if I grab one?

- Sure.

Knock yourself out.

Where's my money, Chance?

- It's up there.

- Just a phone.

- A fucking phone?

Do I look like I need a fucking phone, boy?

I want my money.

- I swear.

It was up there right where I left it.

Oh no, no, no, no.

- I'm sorry, kid.

- No.

No!

Look, I'll get you the fucking money, okay?

- There should be no getting the money, Chance.

You should have it.

And you don't fucking have it.

- Ah, dammit.

I'll get you the money, promise.

- Where the fuck is a kid like you

gonna get that type of cash?

- Listen.

You know, you're a stupid kid, Chance.

That liquor in your belly,

that's your only friend.

- Wait.

You don't have to.

- Shh.

- You think he could have found it?

- Who gives a fuck?

Let's go!

- Boss.

- Yeah.

What kind of news you got for me?

- Well I think I found you a new supplier.

Can you meet with her tonight?

- I got to clean up my house

after that neighbor's child came and dirtied it up

and then, how about if I could meet with her tomorrow?

- I'll arrange that for you.

- Cool. - All right.

- All right.

- Back at you, boss man.

- You got it?

- Let me get it straight.

- Yeah let's do it, you got the stuff.

- Catch you tonight, dogs.

Gotta do this business and all that.

Yeah.

What's going on boss, what you need?

- Some suits.

- I got swingers, what you need?

- Stop, motherfucker!

On your knees!

You have the right to remain silent.

Detective Munce.

Who wanted you dead, kid?

- Swilley.

- Frank.

This guy says he's been looking for you.

He's from the city.

- Mr. Wilson, I'm Detective Munce.

You're not an easy man to find, Mr. Wilson.

- Sometimes when you can't find a man,

it's 'cause he don't wanna be found.

You here to arrest me?

- I'm not here to arrest you.

I'm afraid the news I have is much worse than that.

So you used to be a cop?

I've heard stories.

Real badass whip got the job done.

- Boss, that kid Chance,

he didn't come into work last night.

- Is that him?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

No parent should ever outlive their child.

- How did it happen?

- Well they beat him pretty good.

Then shot him execution style.

- Who?

- We don't have any leads yet.

But I'm all over it.

- Dear Lord, we offer this prayer today

on behalf of our loved one, Chance Wilson.

Carry him into your kingdom with you.

We ask this in Lord Jesus Christ's name.

Amen.

- God dammit.

Frank, I truly am sorry.

- You know, I must,

must have thought a hundred times

what I could have done different.

Make it so he didn't leave the swamp.

- Nah.

He was as strong-willed as his daddy.

Wasn't ever gonna stop him.

- Excuse me a sec.

Knew my son Chance?

- Not long enough.

I'm the one who found him.

- Frank.

Wilson.

I'm Chance's dad.

- Charlotte.

I'm sorry, I just--

- It's all right.

How'd you know my son?

- I work at a casino.

- Name of the casino?

- It doesn't have a name.

- No name, really?

Chance play cards there?

- Only when he wasn't sleeping.

Playing poker was like his job.

- I haven't talked to my son Chance in years.

- I know.

- Thank you for coming.

- Hello.

- I found the kid.

I'm at his apartment complex right now.

Did some digging,

he was killed the other night.

- What a shame.

Look under every rock.

Do everything you have to do to find out

who did this to that boy.

I'ma head over to this charity now.

What a shame.

- What you gonna do?

- I need to borrow your truck.

- You know, if Molly Ann was still alive

you wouldn't be doing this.

- Yeah, I know.

But you know them city cops, huh, Swill.

They don't give two shits about us.

- How long has it been since you shot a man, Frank?

- Been a minute.

- Well that's a duffel bag full of guns you got there.

What's that for?

- You could call them negotiation tactics.

- Shit.

- Yeah.

- Boss, this is Karina, the new supplier I mentioned.

- Listen.

We just got rid of a lifelong supplier.

And well, I heard a lot of nice things

about your family.

- My family has been in business for a while.

I think you should try us.

- Well, volume, how about volume?

You got a lot of product?

- You know what you want.

- All right, babe.

- Listen.

We're gonna have to talk about Desmond.

- My son, again.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

Can I top you off?

- Yeah.

- Frank?

Jesus, you look different.

- And by different, you mean like shit?

- Your son.

- My son.

- And Molly?

- Moll lived with that cancer for seven years.

It was her time.

- It just didn't seem right.

- I'm doing this different now, Ashley.

I'm doing it the right way.

I'm finding out who did this to my son.

I'ma watch him get justice served.

- Of course.

- You still work in the DA?

- No, I've got a private practice now.

- You still have people in the DA's office?

- Of course.

- I'm gonna talk to an old foreman,

see if I can get some information.

- Yo, Jinx is in the alley waiting for you.

- Oh, there's that motherfucker.

Look who it fucking is!

I just got the fuck out of prison, man.

You planted evidence on me.

I did three fucking years.

- I'm sorry to hear it.

- What's that, motherfucker?

- I guess, what I remember

was that you sold some dirty drugs

to some kids and they all fucking OD'd and died.

And the jury didn't convict.

- It's a free country, motherfucker.

Ah, you fucker!

God dammit, fucking ethel!

- No problems here, man.

- Fuck!

- Next time I call,

you give me the information I need.

- Fuck you.

- Thanks for nothing.

- What's up? - What's up bro?

- Stay heat right here. - Yeah.

Oh shit, that's that fight?

- Yeah.

All right. - All right.

Yo.

Hey bro, you better watch yourself.

What's wrong with you?

Need something to lighten up, huh?

- Shut your mouth.

- Hey papi, how are you doing today,

huh? - Hey baby.

- Hey man, hey man, hey man.

- Two for one again, eh?

- Fuck you man. - Hey don't walk away,

you pussy.

- Fuck is your problem, man?

- Hey fuck you. - Fuck you, pussy.

- Fuck that guy.

Fuck you!

- I need a room.

- I got a room down the hall.

I'll get you some fresh sheets.

- What about that kid's room?

The one who got killed.

- What the hell do you wanna stay

at a murdered kid's room for?

- He's my son.

- Look, goddamit, I'm leaving.

You can't stop me this time!

- Your mother will kill me, Chance.

- Yeah, well mine's dead.

So she can't not forgive shit anymore.

- You watch the way you talk about your mom, boy.

She's always watching over us.

- Yeah.

Is that why you never had to put down the bottle?

- That city will change you.

It will get into your blood like a virus

and eat you alive.

You want that?

- At least it would turn me into something.

This?

This ain't no life here.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry.

- All right, all right,

you savages wanna hear a joke?

Good one?

Really, you're gonna like this one.

All right, Sadie, she's in the old age home, right?

She's got dementia.

She wears this little tiny nightie

and she goes around knocking on all the doors

of all the guys that live there

and when they open the door,

she starts pulling up her nighty

going "Super pussy, super pussy!"

She knocks on Herschel's door, right?

Herschel answers the door.

She starts pulling up her nightie,

"Super pussy, super pussy!"

Herschel looks at her for a second

and he says, "I'll take the soup."

It's a good line, "Super Pussy"

- Haha, good one.

Lighten up man.

- That's actually not bad.

- Hey, shut up, shut up, shut up.

- Who is this?

Let's try this again.

I'm Chance's father.

Who is this?

- Who was it?

- Nobody.

Fucking deal.

- Oh, goddamn, mmm.

- Right, place the final bets.

Thank you my friends, now we'll spin this.

- All right.

Place your final bets.

All right, let's spin.

- I'm writing jail about Chance.

Everything that you know about him, I need to know.

- He got in pretty deep playing cards.

He spent money that he didn't have all the time.

- And you know where he got it?

- Chance wouldn't tell me anything about that.

I could tell that he was getting worried though.

Whoever it was, they started making threats.

- I saw on Chance's phone

some dude, Desmond Packard.

- I've seen him come in a couple times.

He hangs around sketchy people.

- He won money from that dude?

- He wouldn't tell me.

Listen, I did care about him.

But you didn't know him.

I mean just ask anybody.

You mention Chance's name

and they all have some bad story about him.

- And you still stayed with him?

- I better go back to work now.

It's great seeing you.

- What the fuck?

I think my eyes must be playing tricks on me.

I hate to sound like a walking, talking cliche but

I thought you was dead.

- Oh.

Lot of confidence in me, huh?

- What are you drinking?

- I'll take a double vodka.

I do need some information.

- Old habits die hard.

- The name is Desmond Packard.

- Packard, huh?

- Yeah.

- He's Augustino Finn Adair's kid.

Yeah he was the bastard of some broad

Finn knocked up apparently.

He still goes by her last name.

Now, since she passed, I guess the kid

wanted to go work with his daddy.

And you know, Finn, he's always looking

for a loyal helping hand, so he agreed.

And he showed him the ropes like only he could.

- Playing the cards?

- He runs a card game once a week.

The house always wins.

- Can you help me find them?

- He hangs out at the Razor Room

every Thursday night.

Shithole club over on the west side.

You're not thinking of walking in there

like you're Dirty Harry or something,

are you Frank Wilson?

'Cause with your reputation,

it'll be silly of me to think you wouldn't, right?

- I'm not a cop anymore.

- Once a cop, always a cop.

- How are the numbers, man?

- Same old, same old.

- How you doing, son?

- Good, Pop.

- All right.

Can I have the usual?

- Yes, sir.

- Give me a minute, bro.

- What's on your mind, Dad?

- I was thinking about the family.

I was hoping you could kind of open up to me

and talk to me.

I don't like to really talk too much about myself

but it seems like

I've done as much as I possibly can for you.

You know I love you, son.

And I would step in front of a motherfucking bullet

if I had to.

But I can't really teach you if you don't listen.

- I do listen.

- Rather than being stupid and arrogant,

and thinking you're smarter than everybody else,

I wanted to try to beg you one last time

to act right.

- I've always given you respect, Dad.

- Well, we just have sort of a different way

of living a life.

So I'm gonna say this one more time.

I would really, really, highly consider

getting rid of your criminal friends,

treating people the way you want to be treated,

bring something good into this life.

Because we at the crossroads now

and if you make the wrong decisions,

you gonna fuck up the rest of your family,

you're gonna end your own life.

- I've done nothing wrong, Dad.

- You got something to say to me?

- No sir.

I got nothing to say.

- You got nothing?

- No.

Not a thing.

- May I help you?

- Yeah.

- Anything in particular you're looking for?

- Desmond.

Packard.

- You need anything?

- Let me have a beer.

- Hey baby.

Why don't you come sit over here?

- That's it, baby.

- Yeah?

- This cop wants a word.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Desmond Packard.

- One and only, baby.

- You got a problem?

- No.

You got a minute?

- Talk.

- Well, a little bit loud in here for my old ears so,

- You don't need cops here.

- Thank you, Terrence.

Let's go.

Have fun, daddy's gotta work.

Stay.

You ain't from around here, are you?

- No.

- So what the fuck you want to talk about?

- I think you know my son Chance.

- No, doesn't ring a bell.

- It's weird, 'cause,

I found his phone and

the last number that was called was

some dude named Desmond.

- A lot of people got my number.

- Well, Mr. Popularity, huh?

- Yeah.

I'm kind of a big deal.

- Hey, Mr. Popular.

You kill my son?

- I don't know where you're from.

But you should scurry back there as quickly as possible.

Okay right now you're in my city.

And there's a good possibility you're gonna get hurt.

Or even killed.

Oh, motherfucker!

- Thanks for the gun.

- Fuck you, man!

Fuck you!

- The fuck, man?

- What's up?

The fuck?

What is this? - It's a gun.

I need you to see if it matches ballistics

on the bullet pulled from Chance's body.

- Look, you're not a cop anymore.

You can't keep running around here acting like one.

- Just pull the fucking ballistics, please.

- Why'd you quit the force?

- The better question is why did I join in the first place?

And the answer to that is I have no fucking idea.

Check for ballistics.

- You called.

What do you want?

- I was wondering.

You get your ass kicked lately?

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you!

I'm afraid to even ask how he got it.

- Then don't.

- Guy used to be a cop.

He asked me to run ballistics on it.

- Give me.

- Uh-uh, not so fast.

I mean I could just turn it in.

Evidence alone will get you 30 years.

If I was you I'd just get rid of it

before someone else shows up

and takes it from you.

- Anything else, Detective?

- Yeah.

I got a feeling this guy's not gonna rest

till he gets justice for his son.

- Yeah, whatever.

Me and the boys can take care of him.

- Well then you and the boys might need to know

where he's staying.

- I fucking hate cops.

- Hello.

- Finn.

The kid is in a lot of trouble.

- You sure about that?

- He killed the son of a cop.

- Really?

Let me talk to my people

and I'll get right back to you here.

Later, cool.

- Hey man.

I heard what you said the other day

after you whipped my ass.

Got a story you might be interested in.

It's at some strip bar, about a girl named Charlotte.

Yeah, she was looking to buy some weight,

a lot of it.

Hey man.

Hey!

We square, man?

The fuck?

- Charlotte.

- Mr. Wilson?

How do you know where my parents live?

- Old habits die hard.

Nice place.

You got a minute?

- What did you wanna talk about, Mr. Wilson?

- You took that money.

You know.

- I didn't mean to.

I loved Chance.

- Well.

Your greed got him killed.

- I didn't mean for this to happen.

You know what it's like.

I just wanted to get out of here,

I just wanted to leave this place and everything forever!

And I was waiting for things to settle down

but Chance didn't wanna leave.

He was never gonna leave this place.

Not even for me.

- Well, so it may be here.

- Wait, please!

You have to believe me.

I did love him.

- You loved him?

- I loved him.

- Mistakes.

God knows we all have them.

Tough part, you have to live with it.

Forever.

I suggest leave town because if I found you

I wonder who else will.

Good luck, Charlotte.

- What happened to your face?

You killed that boy.

You killed that poor fucking young man, Chance.

It's not like I'm dumb enough to fucking not know.

I tried to get you to come clean.

- How was I supposed to know?

He's just some junky kid.

He's just a nobody.

- Who the fuck you think you are making judgements

on who should live and who should die?

Everybody's somebody.

I know Chance's father Frank Wilson.

I know him real well.

He's the dirtiest fucking cop I ever knew

and he was the dirtiest cop they had on the force.

Now, I might have to figure out how to deal with this

because he's the kind of guy where

either he gonna have to die

or we're one to die.

And I'm not fitting to die for this.

- We'll take care of it.

We know where he's staying.

I'll put a bullet in his fucking head.

- You will take care of it for me?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I feel like I'm talking to a retarded child.

Don't do nothing.

- He took my gun.

Did this to my face.

What do you want me to do?

- I need time to think about this.

You don't do nothing.

Don't do fucking nothing.

- Dad!

Dad!

Help me!

- My wife's gonna kill me if I get shot.

- I'll turn her into a widow myself

if you don't shut the fuck up.

- We keep following you, we're all dead.

- Are you getting this? - This asshole.

All right.

- Clear.

- Come on.

- Clear.

Get in there.

- Take it. - Clear!

Clear.

- Shit, he's not here.

Dammit!

He's not fucking here.

- Now where the fuck is he?

- Well he ain't here so let's get the hell out of here.

- Well we got to get a fucking clue

to find out where this guy is.

He's hunting me in my own fucking city.

- What the fuck is that?

- The fuck?

My fucking car!

- What's up, man?

- I figure I'd stop by, check on you.

Make sure you're all right.

- Courtesy check?

Fuck wouldn't I be all right?

- Well I heard about the incident.

- Incident.

- The incident with the car.

- I heard some sirens, some shit like that.

What happened?

- It was right out in front.

His car, on fire.

- Well, shit.

Guess that's why they call it

theme park for outlaws, right?

- Right.

- Get those test results back yet?

- Test results?

- Ballistics, Detective.

- Oh yeah, no.

Yeah, that takes a while.

You know, backed up and everything.

But you'll be the first to know.

You're not going anywhere, are you?

- I'm gonna head home.

- Really?

- Well there's not shit here for me, is there?

- Right.

Gimme a call in a couple days for those test results.

- Hmm.

- So I spoke with the Special Investigation Division.

Thank you so much.

And you were right.

They have no record of the bullet

or the gun that you gave Munce.

I mean, what the hell does Munce have to do with this?

What are you gonna do?

- I need to shit.

Gonna go home.

- What?

- Look.

They already came after me once.

They'll probably come after me again.

Now if I'm at my house,

that's self-defense.

- The hell you doing in my house?!

- Your name Swilley?

- That's what they call me, yeah.

- Where is Frank Wilson?

- Oh shit.

- No, no.

No, wait, wait.

No, no, wait, no!

Wait, wait.

- Got him.

- Are you fucking sure?

- Yeah I'm sure, man, let's get out of here, come on.

- I wanna know that motherfucker's dead.

- He's dead, I killed him.

- Attaboy, get in the fucking car.

Fuck you, bitch!

- Help me!

- He doesn't look very good.

- I'm Detective Munce.

I'm with the police department.

- Ashley Millet.

- Yeah, I'm in charge of the investigation

involving Mr. Wilson's son.

- What can we do for you, Detective?

- Well I heard he was injured.

Figured I'd come by and ask him a few questions.

- Does he look like he's in the place

to answer goddamn questions to you?

- You guys see anything?

- No.

I heard a shotgun blast.

Got somebody to help me drag him out the water

and call 911.

We flew him here to this goddamn place,

middle of the city.

The last place he wanna die on the globe

if he had his choice.

- You have any idea who might have wanted to do this?

- Oh, I thought that was your department, Detective.

Course it could have been anybody these days.

World's going to hell in a handbasket.

- Right.

Well, you have a way I can get in touch with you?

- Yeah.

Here you go.

- Have Mr. Wilson give me a call

as soon as he wakes up.

- Okay, will do.

- I don't like that fellow.

- So?

He's still breathing?

- Barely.

He's with that fucking swamp rat of his.

He said he didn't get a good look at you

but he's obviously lying.

And they're not alone.

- Ashley Millet, attorney-at-law.

So who's this bitch?

- Seems like your problems keep multiplying

with water, Gizmo.

- Gizmo?

- Gremlins, it's a fucking movie.

Watch it.

It's a classic.

- You wanted to talk to me?

- I'm tired of telling you over and over

and over again the same motherfucking thing.

And it break my heart boy

to have to talk to you like this,

you a grown man.

What happened to you, boy?

You treat us all like this.

You put us all in harm's way.

And you cross the line.

If you had a soul, I feel like it's unretrievable.

You lost that the day you killed that boy.

I don't mind if you had to kill somebody.

But not like that.

- At least I do my own killing.

And I like it.

- You're no longer my son.

- Hey you were never a real father.

You just pose like one.

- You're gonna have to go on the road now.

- I did the best I could to be what you wanted.

- You could have fooled me.

- It's never good enough.

Not for you.

- You got precious little time, son.

People are coming for you.

And I don't wanna watch you die.

- If he's coming for me,

I'm gonna kill him first.

- Get on up the road, boy.

- You got it.

Watch your back.

The old man doesn't have what it takes

to run the business anymore.

I need you to talk to your supplier,

plan out how to get with the new boss.

- You got it, boss.

- I'm serious, you go.

You have work to do.

Those fish ain't gonna catch themselves.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

You've done enough already.

You're a good friend, Swilley.

- Well, if he comes to his senses

and if you need anything, you call me.

And I do mean anything, all right?

- Okay, I will.

I'll take good care of him.

Bye.

- Now I need you to do something for me.

Desmond and I have a little something

that needs shipping we need you to send over.

Not a word to the boss.

Don't even talk about this conversation

with Desmond, you understand?

- If the price is right, I do.

- Just you and me, yeah?

You got it?

You like money?

- Who doesn't?

- The price will be right.

Deal?

- Deal.

- All right.

- You want something, boy?

- Boo.

I gotta say, I'm impressed.

I never thought two old hillbillies

would be so hard to snuff.

- You hurt one of us, you fight all of us.

That's what family does.

- Wow.

Ain't that some heroic shit.

- Oh no, thank you.

- What, you worried it's gonna kill you?

- I was born dying, no.

I've been waiting all my life.

You just gave me a reason.

- Wow.

That is a depressing outlook, old man.

- No, not if you use it to

make the most of the time you got.

- Is that what you've been doing out here

in this shit shack?

- I wouldn't expect your city ass to understand.

- The woman.

Who is she, what does she know?

- Just an old friend of Frank's.

She ain't involved in this.

- How about you?

Do you talk to the cops?

- People out here, we don't talk to no police.

There's a problem, we settle it ourselves.

Sort of a tradition.

- You know I got some traditions of my own

I can show you?

- You gonna shoot me or bore me to death?

I got family up there waiting on me

up there where I'm gonna go.

So I don't need to listen to a little boy

trying to sound like a man when he's just a piece of shit

wrapped in human skin.

- Yeah, I'm at the bar.

- Drinking on the job, Detective?

- You know an officer that doesn't?

We work at one of the toughest cities in the country.

- Oh, it ain't no Chicago.

- Surprised your boys haven't taken care

of this guy yet.

- Yeah, look.

You know what you do when you get an itch, right?

- Scratch it?

- You rub it out.

Consider it a donation from Tino Finn Adair

and Desmond Packard.

Get it done.

- Piece of shit.

- Would you like another?

- Just give me the bottle.

No, just give me the bottle.

The bottle, the bottle, I'll take the bottle.

- Frank.

- Mmm.

Oh my god.

Hey.

I'm in the hospital?

- Yeah.

- Great.

Where's Swilley?

- He's fine, he went back to work.

He was here all night.

- Okay, I'm gonna need to get out of here.

- Oh no, no, no.

You stay, you have to rest.

You stay.

Hold on a sec.

Hello?

What?

- What do you mean what?

I need to borrow your car again.

- What happened with you just wanting some answers?

- He's all I had left, Ash.

- You have to stop blaming yourself for everything, Frank.

Even Swilley would tell you that.

- Swilley's not here to tell me anything anymore, is he?

And I'll stop blaming myself

when I stop being the cause.

- Yo Frank, we need to have a conversation.

- Hello?

- Miss Millet?

This is Detective Munce.

- Yes?

- I'm looking for Mr. Wilson.

I heard he was released from the hospital

and I have those ballistics results

he was asking about.

- And so what did it say?

- I can't give up any more information on the phone.

But have you seen him?

Or maybe you know where he's at?

- It's your lucky day, I'm right here.

- Frank?

Listen.

Yeah I got those ballistics results.

I could be by Chance's apartment in a couple of hours.

Why don't you meet me there?

- See you then.

- Like I said, the DA's office

will leave your son's name

off the report for the robbery.

But they need something on Augustino Finn Adair.

It's the only way.

- Yeah.

Goodbye.

- Just be careful.

- I wish you the best, okay?

How long has it been?

- How long has what been?

- Since you've been on the take, Munce.

I got this off one of your boys

who tried to kill me at the hospital.

- What are you, a fucking saint?

Don't act so goddamn righteous!

- Motherfucker, I've never been called that.

Yeah.

I've corrupted evidence, lied,

killed motherfuckers because I knew they were guilty.

And I did all that to make sure I got the job done right.

This ends tonight.

You, Desmond, Finn, all going down

one way or another.

- 48 fucking thousand dollars a year!

That's what they think my life is worth.

I happen to think it's worth a little more.

You shot me.

- This motherfucker.

- Now I need you to do something for me.

Desmond and I have a little something that needs shipment

we need you to send over.

Not a word to the boss.

Don't even talk about this conversation

with Desmond, you understand?

- If the price is right, I do.

- Just you and me, yeah?

You got it?

You like money?

- Who doesn't?

- The price will be right, deal?

- Deal.

- What the fuck is this?

- Yo, boss.

- You been running around behind my back

with my boy!

- What are you talking about?

- Shut the fuck up!

Don't say a motherfucking word to me!

These the same gangsters that you pulled off

the heist with where the money disappeared?

And then y'all kill Chance.

Y'all wanna be a gangster?

That's part of the life, bitch.

- Other way.

Look at me.

- How you doing, Frank?

I've been waiting for you.

You being here, I know my son,

he dead because of you.

So now here we are.

Here we are.

Way I look at it, you killed your son.

You abandoned him.

He was on the street.

I gave him a house.

I gave him a job, I gave him food.

When he passed, I'm the one who told all my people

I wanna do anything and everything I can

to find out who did it

and bring them to justice.

But I'm not fitting to kill you because of my son.

I'm gonna kill you because of who you are

and what you are.

The world will be a lot better place without you.

Yeah, spend the rest of your life in jail

knowing I put you there.

- Wait.

Wait.

Please, please.