All language subtitles for Rev.2020.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

[engine starts, revs]

♪♪

[siren wailing]

♪♪

[car alarm chirps]

[engine starts, revs]

[cars rev]

[engine revving]

[talking indistinct]

- What's going on?
You're late.
- I'm here.

[exhales sharply]

Don't worry too much.
It's gonna be okay.

Okay... okay...

[computer chirps]

♪♪

[engine revs]

♪♪

[speaking foreign language]

[man] I'll tell you
what's wrong with this.

It doesn't work.

So I hold down the FN,
I hit the F5...

[Mikey] Computers.

I thought they'd get me rich.

Thought I'd create a killer app and retire before I was 20.

Then get paid 200K a year
giving bullshit talks

about what it takes
to be a success.

[chuckles] Yeah, right.

You know what I learned?

No one truly succeds
without friends on top.

And you know who's on top
of any business?

Fuckin' thieves.

The point is, you don't get
rich by following the rules.

You gotta take what's yours.

...the user mode,'cause I'm a user,

and that's why I thinkit's the graphics card,

and I still havewarranty on it.

So you guys
gotta fix it.

Tsk. I'm just gonna
go to the back

and see if we have
another one.

[chuckles] Your rideis so sick, bro.

It's so... sexy and shit,you know what I mean?

I wish I had that.

No, man.

You shouldn't.

I mean, what is that?

That's nothing.
What are we doing here?

You should be fucking striving
for something more, you know?

Reaching for the fucking stars
and not...

not settling for what I have
or what anybody else has.

It's a simple life.

No.

You don't get it, man.

- [door opens]
- [chuckles]

- It was that one.
- [manager] I see.

- Thank you for your patience
again. Sorry again.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Have a great one.
Cheers.

What the heck,Mikey? Where'd you go?

Smoke break.

You lefta customer waiting?What's wrong with you?

That's the thirdcustomer complaint this week.

D'you even wantto be here?

Mikey, hello![snaps fingers]

Hold on.
I'm thinking.

Get out.

["Feels So Good"
by Model Citizen playing]

[Mikey] You know that moment
in your life when everything
is coming together,

everything is clicking,
it's all going
according to plan?

That's exactly the opposite
of how I felt.

Anyway, fuck it.
I had a new plan.

- [engine revving]
- [tires squealing]

["Feels So Good"
continues playing]

♪♪

[brakes screech]

[engine revving]

Rick. Maserati Rick,
as we call him,

is the first guy
I ever stole a car for.

Hey, Mikey.

He runs Good Guys Motor Sports
in the worst part of the city.

If you want something done
fast and cheap,
Rick's your guy.

If you want quality,
you better look elsewhere.

[Rick] Look what happened.

The fucking shift knob
came off again.

I must've threaded itthree times and it keepscoming off.

Listen, can I talk
to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.
What's up, kid?

I need cash.

How come every timeI see you, you're broke?

I got expensive tastes.

You shouldn'toverextend yourself.

Look, I was hoping

that maybe I could help you
cop a few cars.

Sure. I like when youhelp me out, kid.

No, look. I mean,
like, a lot of cars.

Like a lot, a lot.

Okay, what are wetalking about?One a week?

How about one a day?

[chuckles] Oh,come on, kid!I wish I could.

- I can't move
that many cars.
- Why not?

You know how it is.

You need a fence,need a network.

I just don't havethose kinds of connections.

Besides, I just makemoney from parts.

Okay, look,why don't we try this?

Let's do...two a week,

and we'll take itfrom there. All right?

Yeah. Okay.
All right.

[Mikey] I was 15 years old
when I stole my first car.

Me and my friend Donnie
skipped school

and spent the entire day
looking for cars to steal.

We'd just watched
Gone in 60 Seconds.

I got one message
for society:

If you don't want
to encourage crime,

stop making movies about it.

["Put Ya Guard Up" by Maestro
Fresh feat. Rich Kidd playing]

The moment I saw that ugly,
grey Toyota Corolla...

I knew it was the one.

["Put Ya Guard Up" continues]

Yo!

I don't know why,
but somehow,

I knew that the keys
would be in the glove box.

[keys jingle]

- [car starts]
- [stereo playing]

But that wasn't
the craziest thing
I'd ever done.

["Summer Love"
by Trevor Something playing]

[siren wailing]

[cop] What are you doing?
Stop!

[indistinct yelling]

Can you believe
I got away with it?

What are you gonna do?!

Well, you shouldn't.

That was the first time
I ever stole a police car.

But it wouldn't be my last.

♪♪

Rick was in the market
for certain types of cars.

Evos, Subarus, Acuras,
that type of thing.

Or perhaps
something like this.

Forged rims? Check.

Upgraded exhaust? Check.

Boost gauges. Probably means
there's a supercharger

or a turbo installed.
That's the ticket.

Step one: Buy a slide hammer.

Step two: blow the ignition and get the hell out of there.

[engine turns over]

Step three: profit.

♪♪

How long have you been
working on this thing?

I'm still working outthe kinks.

Guess what I saw
the other day?

- What?
- A 1965 Shelby GT Cobra.

♪♪

What? Not an original.

Yeah. An original.

Let me tell you,Mikey. You get mesomething like that,

we can makesome real money.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

- Are you serious?
- Yeah, you interrupted me.

I didn't countproperly.

♪♪

One of the easiest ways
to steal someone's car...

is to simply take their keys
while they're asleep.

- [engine stops]
- [crickets chirping]

- [Skittles] What is it?
- That is a 1965
Shelby GT Cobra.

Just like in Bad Boys.

- [chuckles] One or two?
- What do you mean?

Is the carfrom Bad Boys I or II?

There's no Bad Boys I.

There's a Bad Boys
and a Bad Boys II.

Look, we don't enumerate
the first one, right?

[scoffs] Whatever.

It's probablya replica.

No. I do my homework.

So what do you wantfrom me?

What do you mean?

You're gonna help me
break into the place.

[laughs]

No. No, no, no.

Fuck that! I'm on--I'm on probation, man.

- I'm not helping you
break into shit--
- Skittles, man.

Do you know how much
that car is worth?

- I'll give you 10%.
- No.

Fifteen percent.

Why are you gonna dothis here, man?

Why don't you just waituntil he takes it out?

Are you sh-- That car hasn't
moved from that spot
in two weeks

You don't just take
a million dollar car
and drive it around the city

- and park it
at a fuckin' grocery--
- A million dollars?

- [laughs] Oh, shit.
- More like 500 G's.

You know what I mean,
though, right?

I'll retirein Miami.

Just like in Bad Boys I.

Fine. Here,
this is for you.

Wait... wait, wait,why don't I getthe same one as yours?

Man, that's all
they had.

Oh, my G--Have you ever brokeninto a house before?

No, that's why
I brought you along.

This fuckin'stands out.

- Well, do you have
your own mask?
- No.

It's gonna look
fine on you.
You'll look great.

Okay? Let's
fucking go, man.

Fuck, man.

This is why I don't likedoing work with fuckingwhite people.

- [car door beeps]
- Fuck this.

[keypad beeping]

- [Mikey] Come on. Let's go.
- I can do it.

- [beeping]
- Okay. Got it.

[door squeaks]

[Mikey] I'll never understand why people leave their car keys near the front door.

Might as well leave them
in the car.

[Skittles] All right.
I'm out.

- What?
- That's it.

I helped you
get in.

No, no, no, no,
that's not it.
I need you.

For what?!

- Push!
- I'm fucking pushing.

- Push harder!
- Fuck you!

All right?
I'm pushing.

♪♪

Fuck.

♪♪

[engine turns over]

["Chasing Fire"
by Will Champlin playing]

[car starts]

♪♪

- [sets parking brake]
- [cuts engine]

When you steal
a high-end car,
what you want to do

is let it cool off
in a public space

and come back to it
a week later.

That way, if the car
is being tracked,

they won't be waiting
for you when you return.

[cars honking]

♪♪

[engine turns over]

[sirens wailing]

- Don't fucking move!
- Get your hands in the air!

- Get out of the car!
- Put your hands
in the fucking air!

[police officers yelling
overlapping instructions]

[indistinct chatter]

So I guess the car
was being tracked
after all.

You've got some nerve,stealing from meon Shabbat.

Oh.

That was yours?

See, I didn't know,
but, um... shalom,
by the way.

You want me to believethis was a coincidence?

With your historyof stealing cop cars?

Who would have
thought that a cop

could afford an authentic
Shelby Cobra, right?

What do you guys make?
Fuck, get me a job here.

That was an inheritancefrom my father-in-law,you prick.

He passed awaylast year.

My condolences.

- Honestly.
- [door opens]

Evening, Mikey.

I'm Detective Reid,
from the Toronto Police
auto squad.

And it looks like
you're being charged
with grand theft auto

of a 1965 Shelby
GT Cobra,

with a value well over
$200,000.

- Ooh! Nice car!
- Thank you.

Uh... let's see
what else we've got.

Ah... You're also
being charged
with home invasion.

An indictable offense,
which carries a maximum
life sentence.

Now, this sentence
is rarely, if ever,
enforced.

But for you, Mikey?
We're gonna make
an exception.

[overlapping noises]

That was bullshit.

This is no bullshit,
Mikey.

We're talking
some serious,
real time in prison.

Yes, you can
fight it.

And we'll appeal.
We can go back
and forth,

but trust me, we're going
to do everything we can

to make your life
a living hell.

And given your history?
It shouldn't be
that difficult.

- Right?
- Absolutely.

All right, why do you guys
have such a hard-on for me?

'Cause I stole
from Moses over here?

Listen, I didn't know,
I swear to God.

Maybe you didn't know.

Maybe it was
an honest mistake.

What do you think,
Officer Kovitz?

Is there some kind
of way that we can
work something out?

I might havesome ideas.

["Fever" by Soldier Story
playing throughout]

[Mikey] Their idea was
for me to become an agent

and infiltrate one
of the biggest car theft
rings in the city.

They wanted me to steal
a Lamborghini,

which belonged
to the ring leader,

and bring it to a chop shop
on 44th Street.

♪♪

[device beeps]

[device beeps]

♪♪

[engine turns over, revs]

♪♪

Okay, bring it up,
come on.

Okay, okay.
Stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop!

[engine idling]

[engine stops]

[sighs] Okay, look,just leave it there.

- You Mikey?
- Who else would I be?

Look, I called him.
He's gonna be here
in about 30 minutes.

You know the plan,
right?

- Yeah, they told me.
- Okay, good.

So... [groans]

- How long have you
known me for?
- I don't know, two years?

No, three. It says here
three years.

- Three years.
- All right, three.

- Fuck.
- Yeah, three.

[exhales] What kind of carsdo you steal from me?

S-Class Mercedes,
mostly.

Uh, high-end
luxury cars.

Okay. Good, good,good, good.

- Are you nervous?
Don't be nervous.
- I'm good, man.

Okay, look, I seeyou've got a bitof an attitude.

All right? Don't getcocky with Charlie.He doesn't like that.

I just need thisto go smooth, okay?

- Just... be cool.
- "Smoothly."

- Huh?
- You want this
to go smoothly.

Ok... uh, fuck.

[cell phone vibrates,
then beeps]

Hey, Charlie.

Yeah, he's here,it's here...

You out front? Okay.[stammers] I'll come get you.

Just hang on a minute.

- Okay, okay.
Be there in five.
- [phone beeps]

Shit. I really need
to go to the bathroom.

- You might wanna
put that away.
- Huh?

Oh, shit!

Hi. See?

I went over it,
I gave it
a full inspection.

Everything is
in tip-top shape.

It's dirty.

[Roy scoffs]
We'll wash it.

- [Charlie] You better.
- Everything.

All right.
So this is the guy.

Yeah, this is Mikey.
[stammers]

I told him it belonged
to you. He-he--
he didn't know.

Is that true?

Yeah.

So how'd you do it?

Roy told me you even
disabled the LoJack.

Basic, really.

I used a radio hackto catch the wave signal whenyou were locking your car,

and then just played it back
to unlock the doors.

A code grabber?

Yeah, a RollJam.

Go on.

I plugged ina custom ECUin the diagnostic port,

disabled the anti-theft,and then all I hadto do after that

was uploada pirate sofware.

Who programmed
the software?

I did.

[laughing] You?

What are you,
some kind of engineer?

Yeah, I know some code.
Look, are we done here?

I said I was sorry,
I gave you back your car.
Can I go now?

You didn't say
you were sorry.

All right, well,
I'm sorry.

Roy!

- Where'd you find this guy?
- Oh, he... [chuckles]

He stole my car
two years ago.

Three years ago.

Keep in touch.

- [Roy] We good? Okay, good.
- [Charlie] Yeah,
we're happy.

And just like that,
I was in.

You gotta admire
a guy like Charlie.

He was a hustler,
a dreamer, a go-getter.

Not even 30 yet,
he had his own shop,

warehouse
and distribution network.

♪♪

[bills flapping]

Charlie had
a small team of thieves.

They were notorious
for stealing high-end
luxury vehicles

throughout the GTA.

Charlie's operation
was like nothing
I'd ever seen before.

It was organized,
proper, meticulous.

During the day,
it was the usual--

Insurance claims,
body repair,
that kind of thing.

♪♪

But at night, that's when
the real work began.

[Charlie] All right,
strip it down, boys.

[tool powers up]

His crew could strip
an entire X5

in under two hours.

Fucking brilliant!

[tool ratcheting noises]

[Charlie] Are you serious?That's-that's two guysthis week.

He wasn't doing
a good job, Charlie.

- Oh, God! You know
he's suicidal.
- Charlie?

- What?
- Sorry, Charlie.

Um, the S-Class is here.
Do you want me
to bring it around?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, of course.

- S-Class.
- Hey, Mikey.

Get over here
for a second.

Have you met Ava?

- Hi.
- [Charlie chuckles]

Ava, Mikey.
Mikey, Ava.

Yeah, I've seen
him around.

Look, I want you
to be nice to Mikey.

He's a smart kid.

- But I'm nice
to everyone.
- [chuckles]

Seriously. I wanna
keep him around a while.

Okay.

Well...

If you like himso much, Charlie,

then why don't youinvite him to your partytonight?

Yeah?

[dance music playing]

What party?

♪♪

Mikey!

We're over here.

[speaking indistinct]

♪♪

Hi, Mikey.

[Charlie]Is that for me?

Uh, yeah, uh...
I thought I should
get you something.

Happy birthday, man.

[exhales sharply]
Oh, my God!

Look at this, huh?

You see this?
You see this?!

It's character.

Thank you.

All right, let's get
this party started!

Have you got somethingfor us, darling?

I do!

Come on, Mikey.

♪♪

What the fuck?

Come here.

You fucking monkey,
come here!
[snaps fingers]

What do you see?

- A great fucking job.
- "A great fucking job."

Fucking look
at that panel!

There's a massive gap.

- [Sammy continues ranting]
- Who's that?

It's my business
partner, Sammy.

Hey, Charlie!

Sammy, you can't yell
at them like that, man.
We've talked about this.

[scoffs] Oh, don't be
such a pussy! Come here.

- People take
advantage of you.
- Yeah, I know.

- Who's this?
- This is Mikey.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Customs pulled me over.

I missed my connecting flight.
Can you believe that?

Why didn't you
call me?

[scoffs] What are you,
my Mother?

I was taking care
of something.

Sammy just got back
from West Africa.

Where did you go again?
Zimbawe?

Ghana, Charlie.

Zimbabwe is
in Southern Africa.

Why don't you
open a book sometime,

- you illiterate fucker?
- [groans playfully]

[Mikey] Sammy was
a piece of shit thug

who hated me from day one.

He was the type of guy
who wouldn't even
piss on you

if you were on fire.

[music playing on stereo]

[whistling along]

[honking]

[driver] Move it!
You can't park there!

Hey! Can youmove your car?

- What?
- Motherfucker!

- Fuck!
- [sustained honking]

This is it.

- This is massive, Sammy.
- Mm. Yeah.

What do you expect?
Guy's a fuckin'
millionaire.

I'm gonna take
a piss.

What's the deal
with him?

He's cool, man.

How long have youknown him for?

Don't worry about Mikey.

I trust him, just...

Tell me about the deal.

You know, not all thievescan be trusted, Charlie.

How is it gonna work?

We get a listevery week.

We steal the cars,
we get them
through Customs,

they handle the shippingand delivery,

we get paid.Simple as that.

Okay, what's his name?

No. We'll talk
about it later.

No, no, no, no.
I wanna talk
about it now.

Who is he?

I don't fuckingknow this guy.

I'm vouching for Mikey.
Tell me his fucking name!

[groans] His nameis Koflex.

And let me tell you,Charlie, this isgonna change everything.

He's got multiple buyersand they're all flush.

Ministers, politicians,warlords.

They all havevery exotic tastes.

Like what?

Lamborghinis,
Ferraris,

McLarens, Jags.
Everything,
anything.

It's not just a country,
Charlie.

It's an entire
fucking region.

All of West Africa.

It's gonna be ours.

How much are we
talking about here?

[grunts] Fuckin' millions!

♪♪

You tell me
you've never been
in a threesome?

- No, it's not really my--
- What are you,
some fucking Victorian nun?

- Ugh.
- [laughing]

Hey. Mikey.

[sighs] Boys...

We're gonna be
every insurance company's
worst fucking nightmare!

Fucking right!

- Fuck 'em!
- [Mikey and Sammy]
Fuck 'em!

Mikey, I want you to know
that you're part
of something big.

We're expanding
the business.

And I want you to be
my right hand guy.

Charlie, I don't knowwhat to say, man, that's--

- Don't say anything, man--
- [Dutch] Charlie!

What's up, Dutch?

- Is that how you treat
a friend?
- What do you mean?

- What do I mean?
- Why don't you
fuck off, Dutch, huh?

- Koflex works with us now.
- Shut the fuck up, Sammy!

I expect this shit
from you.

But you?

You go behind my back
after all the fucking money
that I made you?

It's just business,
Dutch. Come on.

- Koflex was my contact.
- Yeah?

Well, he's ours now.

So why don't you take
your janky-ass chain

- and get the fuck
out of here?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.
Relax, okay?

Hey, maybe we can
work something out.

Ain't shit
to work out, bro.

- Come on.
- Look.

Africa is mine.

♪♪

Don't worry about it,
Sammy. We're gonna
work it out, okay?

[scoffs] I'm not worried.

And you're goddamn right
we're gonna work it out.

♪♪

I didn't sweat my balls off

in that malaria-infested
hellhole for nothing!

Charlie?

- [grunts]
- [people screaming]

You see?

That's what happens.

[Mikey] That was the thing
about Charlie.

He loved that girl to death.

Sammy.
Sammy what?

I don't know,
I never got
a last name.

Tell me
about this deal again.

They wanna move50 cars a month.

Charlie put me in chargeof exotic cars.

Where? Africa?

Yeah. Ghana.

Okay.
So who's the fence?

His name is Koflex.

[Mikey] A fence is a person
who buys stolen goods
and resells them.

He's basically a sales rep,
a middleman,

a way for Charlie to get
his stolen cars
off the streets

and onto the shores
of Africa.

[cell phone buzzing]

- Yes.
- [Dutch] Koflex.

- Dutch.
- Brother.

Why are you workingwith them white boys?

I need product,
Dutch.

My buyers don't care
where it comes from.

Yeah, but whywouldn't you ask me?

Because I didn't think
you can deliver.

And who said that?Sammy?

Those guys are fucking crooks!

Look, you just tell mewhat you need, Koflex.

All right.
I need Ferraris.

No problem.

- Ten of them.
- Sure.

A month.

Okay.

My clients are not
the kind of people
you want to cross, Dutch.

If you don't deliver,
they'll give your wife
to the soldiers.

Just break your dealwith those crackers, man.

I'll get youthe fucking cars.

- I can't fucking
believe this!
- [Sammy] I told you.

I told you that bastard
was gonna fuck up
our deal.

- Sammy, we're gonna
go talk to him.
- No.

I'm fucking done talking,
Charlie. You can't reason
with these roaches.

They gotta learn to stay
out of our business.

- [glove compartment opens]
- [cocks gun]

Jesus, Sammy! We're not
gonna kill the fuck.

- Intimidation, Charlie.
Here.
- [Charlie grunts]

Are you part of this
or not?

♪♪

[honking]

[yelling] Dutch!

Get out here,you cunt!

Back off.

Dutch!

Have a seat.

Couldn't keep your nose
out of my fucking business,
could you, Dutch?

It was my businessto begin with.

Yeah.

- Hey, Charlie...
- Hmm?

See that drill
over there?

Be a dear and hand it
to me, please.

[whirs]

The fuck's he gonna do
with that shit?

You can't fuck with us.

- [screaming]
- [drill whirring]

[screaming continues]

[cell phone buzzing]

Yes, Dutch.

Koflex, I can't get you
the cars anymore.

Why not?

It turns out I have
a bit of a...
health problem.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Dutch.- I've thought about it and...

I think you're better offwith Charlie and Sammy.

Okay. Feel better.

[phone beeps]

♪♪

[Mikey] In Sub-Saharan countries like Nigeria, Ghana,

Guinea, Sierra Leone
and Gambia,

the demand for high-end cars
was booming...

driven by cash-rich
drug dealers,

corrupt politicians
and egotistical warlords.

A brand new McLaren
was the ultimate
status symbol.

Most companies don't even
set up shop in this part
of the world.

So if you want the latest
Porsche GT3 or Benz,
you have to import it.

That's where we come in.

Why spend 400K
on a brand new Hurricane

when you can get the same car
for half the price?

Charlie's operation
ran like clockwork.

Koflex sent us a list
of in-demand cars

and we stole
every single one of them.

There are many ways
to steal a car.

The simplest being
a good, old-fashioned
carjacking...

[indistinct shouting]

which I was never
a fan of.

I'll fucking shoot you!

Get the fuck out!

♪♪

[whooping]

[Mikey] There were
dealership scams,

where we would ask
for a test drive,

snap a photo
of the keys,

and create a replica later.

♪♪

Then another one of us
would come back,
pretending to be a customer,

and swap the keys.

By the time the dealer
realized they now had
a fake set,

the car was already
in Charlie's warehouse.

[whistles]

We even had people in the MTO, who got us duplicate plates

that matched the exact make,
model and color
of the cars we stole.

So if a cop ever spotted
a runner and ran the plates,

everything checked out.

Here you go, sir.

Have a great day.

[engine revving]

And then,
there was my specialty.

[engine revving]

Hacking the car's
anti-theft system,

driving it underground,
where it became
invisible to satellites,

and taking my time to disable the tracking device.

["Overdrive" by Will Champlin
playing throughout]

[ratchet clicking]

[engine revving]

Next came retagging.

We'd forge new VIN numbers,
vehicle history and titles.

We had folders full
of fake customs documents,

manifests, everything
you'd need to make
a car disappear.

♪♪

["Rocket" by Johnny Stimson
playing throughout]

[both laughing]

Koflex couldn't be happier.

Anything he wanted,
Charlie delivered.

["Rocket" continues playing]

[indistinct conversation]

[indistinct pleasantries]

We were moving nearly
$1 million's worth
of cars a month.

If you're wondering
what kind of lifestyle
that affords...

it's a great one.

♪♪

[new song begins]

Hey, Mikey.
Pass me the towel?

♪♪

- Sammy.
- Hey.

I'd like to talk to youfor a moment.

Right now?

Right now.

All right.

Oh, Sammy...

Did you look
into it yet?

Not yet, not yet.

I need to know
soon, Sammy.

I can't waste
any more time.

I know. I know.
I'm working on it.

My buyers want to move
on this as soon
as possible.

If you can't deliver,
let me know now.

Don't drag this out.

I can deliver.

I just need
a little time.

Give me
until next week.

Hmm.

Next week.

[exhales sharply]

You know...

Charlie really
likes you, Mikey.

Yeah, I like him too.

As a friend, of course.
He's all yours.

[laughs]

But...

seriously.

He really trusts you.

Yeah, I know.

We'll have to be careful.

Boo!

[Charlie laughs]

Hey, have you guys
seen Sammy?

- Uh, no.
- Tsk.

He's always running off,
that Sammy.

He's like the fucking
Road Runner, you know?

Can you pass methat magazine, love?

Can you believe this?

This is what she reads.
Drifting.

Honestly, you see
a girl like this...

A car magazine
is the last thing

you expect her
to be reading, right?

Why don't you just
be honest with yourself,
Charlie,

and admit that you
hate drifting and you
hate drift cars?

- I do. I do,
I hate them!
- Why?

Sliding around,burning tires.

It's a stupid waste of money.

No, I disagree.
No, drifting is...

It's graceful.
It's like dancing.

You know, you have to improviseevery single timeyou miss a step.

It's... chaotic,
but precise.

It's... it's poetry
in motion.

Thank you.

I actually run laps
at the track sometimes.
You guys should come.

I'm not gonna watch you
waste a nice set of tires.

I'll come.

Mikey...
I'm telling you.

She can come watch,
but don't let her
get behind the wheel.

She sucks.

[engine revving]

Boost gauge.

Oil temperature.
Speed.

Start off
with the clutch kick
like we talked about.

You can come into the turn
at any speed that way.

It'll help you
build our confidence.

Nice and slow,
okay?

♪♪

[engine revving]

♪♪

She's fucking incredible!

Yeah.

Is she your girl?

Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

There's nothing to eat in here.

Well, I've been busy.

I'd been busy all right.
Between talking to the cops,

keeping Sammy off my back
and stealing for Charlie,

I had a lot on my plate.

This was the last thing
I neeeded.

But that ass, though...

I'm hungry.

["Are You Happy With Him"
by Jake Porter playing]

Are you ready to go?

♪♪

- Fuck.
- What?

It's Sammy.

One second.

Relax. We-we just
had breakfast.

Well, well. What are
you two doing here?

We just had breakfast.

We were actually just
on our way to the scrapyard,

- to get the new VIN numbers.
- Is that a fact?

Hmm. What are you
doing here, Sammy?

Are you working
with Dutch again?

Dutch?

No. We're just
having breakfast.

Well, enjoy.
We will see you
later, Sammy.

You know, Charlie...

He's not really
a breakfast guy.

Why don't we keep
this place our little secret?

We wouldn't want him
to feel left out.

[grunts] Where were we?

I'm not helping you,
Sammy.

And I'm not asking
for your help.

I'm asking
for your collaboration.

Those aretwo different things.

[exhales sharply]

There's good money
to be made here.

Can you do itor not, huh?

- Can I do it?
- Yeah.

The cars?
That's your thing.

I admit that.

But this is my territory.

How do I know
you won't fuck me?

You get your money
upfront.

No funny business.

You know the drill.

You better know what you're
fucking doing, man.

These guys know
all the tricks.
They know where to look.

You can't just ship
the product like that.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Fuck, he whines
like a woman.

Just get back to me
when you have a number, okay?

And what about your partner?

Charlie?

He'll come around.

[engine revving]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
- Where the fuck are you?

I'm taking the Jag
to the yard,
just like you said.

Oh, like I said. You were
supposed to be there
two fucking hours ago!

You missed the shipment!

Now I gotta pay for an extra week of storage.

- I'm so sorry, Charlie--
- You're sorry,

I'm sorry,
everybody's sorry.

First, Ava takes the day off out of the fucking blue,

then Sammy disappears, like he always does,

and now you!

- I got tied up.
- Oh, you're tied up?!

I feel like I'm running
this entire operation
by myself!

Well, what can I do?

[exhales sharply] Just get the car over there

and tell Gordie to store it for the next shipment.

Whatever you want.
Whatever you want, Charlie.

Sometimes I wonder
if I made the right choice,

if I was better off
keeping my day job.

I'd be home right now,
playing videogames
instead of living in one.

At least then,
I'd be able to turn it off.

♪♪

[unzips bag]

[door squeaks]

What else did you see?

Nothing, all right?
That's it.

Just Sammy, Koflex
and the drugs.

And Dutch
was there too.

No! What would he
be doing there?

But you didsee him earlier.

Yeah, I did.
At breakfast,
with Sammy.

- Are you guys
following me?
- Of course!

Tell us more
about the drugs.

What was it?
Meth? Coke?

- Heroin?
- Man, I don't know.

All right? I don't know
anything about drugs.

Listen, I am donewith this shit.

- This is not what I
signed up for.
- No, you're not.

Look at me.

You are an agent.
You work for us.

But I gave you everything
that you wanted,
all right?

I don't know anything else.
This is it, this is
the operation.

Just go in there
and bust them already.

What you saw today
was the operation.

That's what wehave been waiting for.

You think we give a fuck
about a car theft ring?

Your buddies Charlie
and Sammy

are working
with an international
drug smuggler.

No. Not Charlie.

- Yes. Charlie.
- No.

All right?
I know him.

He wouldn't get involved
with something like this.

You just keep
your eyes open.

Are you crazy?

I can't go back
in there, all right?
Sammy saw me!

That guy is
a fucking psychopath!

He drills people's dicks,
for Christ's sake!

So? You saw him
with a little bit of coke.

So what? You're
Charlie's boy,
aren't you?

He won't let anythinghappen to you.

I want out.

All right?
I want out.

I've had enough.

All I did was steal
a fucking car.

I want to show you
something.

I got this thing
off of eBay,

- and it is amazing!
- [camera beeps]

The pictures, so clear.

Now, I'm not a professional
and I barely know
how to use it,

but I am learning.

- [beep]
- Oh...

See? That's my cat,
Callie.

Oh, so cute!

And that,
that one's a bird.

Don't know how I took it.
[chuckles]

Oh, but these...

I'm so proud of these.

It's a sunset.
So beautiful...

Check these out.

♪♪

[camera beeping]

Mm. Heh.

♪♪

Why are you following me?

[Mikey breathing hard]

Yes, you are.Don't fucking lie to me.

I saw youat the container yard.

Yeah, I was delivering
a car for Charlie.

What did you see?

Nothing. Just you
and Koflex in the office.

What else?

You know, I don'tlike you, Mikey.

Not one little bit.

But Charlie does.

It'd be a shame if somethingwere to change his mind.

You know what I mean?

I found these on my way in.

You might want to givethese back to Ava.

[insistent knocking]

[knocking resumes]

I'm coming!

What?

Hey. What's up,
Charlie?

Get your shit.
Let's go.

Where are we going?

Don't ask questions.
Just hurry the fuck up.

Yeah.

[engine revving]

[engine humming]

So what are we
doing here, Charlie?
What's going on?

You know, Sammy
always told me
I was...

too soft,

that I trust
a little too easily.

And you know what?

Maybe...

Maybe he was rightall along.

So what's happening?
What's the problem?

Why don't you tell uswhat the problem is,Michael?

I don't know
what you mean.

Yes, you do.Sammy told meeverything.

I just wantto hear it from you.

- What do you want me to say?
- I want you
to tell me the truth.

You've been goingbehind my back.

What?

Think I wasn't gonna
find out, huh?

Charlie, man,
I am so sorry, okay?

- I mean--
- What are you
sorry for, Mikey?

I'll show you
what he's sorry for.

- What the fuck is that?
- Oh, that?

That is Sammy and Mikey's
new business.

At least Sammy had the ballsto come clean.

How long were you
gonna keep this
a secret from me?

Charlie, look,
I don't know...

I don't think I can ever
trust you again, Mikey.

Whatever it is you guysgot going on with Koflex,

count me out.

Ava, let's getthe fuck out of here.

You can't do that,
Charlie.

[chuckles]

What?

I said you
can't do that.

You threatening me,
Sammy?

No.

It's not me
you should be
worried about.

- No?
- No.

Who should I be
worried about, then?

Well...

the African
fucking warlords, brother.

Who do you think
we're dealing with
here, huh?

What the fuck have yougotten us into, Sammy?

You wanted to expand.

Remember? We were gonna
take over the world,
you and me.

Not like this.

Listen...

If we don't give
Koflex what he wants,

it's gonna cost us
a lot more than money.
You feel me?

You've been planning this
since Africa, haven't you?

Yeah.

Motherfuckers.

Both of you.

- Charlie, come on!
- Shut the fuck up,
okay, Sammy?

You're acting soft again!

[car doors close]

[engine turns over, revs]

♪♪

We're gonna
figure this out.

I should haveseen this coming.

That deal?Too good to be true.

It's not your fault.

You only see
the best in people.

I'm gonna go to the store.
You need anything?

- No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- Okay.

[knocking on door]

I can't believe you,Mikey.

- Who do you think you are?
- Are you serious?

I can't believe
that you actually...

- You fucking lied to us!
- You don't understand.

I had nothing to do
with this. Sammy
is setting me up.

That's bullshit! You knewabout the fuckin' drugs!

Yeah, I did. I knew
about the drugs.
But I'm not involved.

- I caught Sammy
and Koflax making plans.
- Okay...

I caught them making plans,
all right?

Then why didn't yousay something?

- Because!
- Why didn't you tell Charlie?

'Cause Sammy knows
about us.

What?

After I caught him,
he broke in
and he found these.

Fuck.

What are we
gonna do?

I don't know.

All right, okay.
I'll think of something.

Yeah, you better.

[Mikey] But there wasn't much
to think about.

Sammy had us all cornered.
I was walking a tightrope.

Drug smuggling,
African warlords,
federal fucking agents...

What the fuck was I thinking?

I wish I had gone to prison.

What is all this?

This is the mess you
and Pablo fucking Junior
over there got me into.

["Take It" by The Seige
playing throughout]

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, partner.

So... what do you think?

Where are you gonna
put all this, Sammy?

Where? Everywhere!

I'll put it in the seats,the floors, the panels,the roof. Fuck it!

We'll put it
in the goddamn
engine block.

- Jesus Christ.
- [Sammy laughs]

Be honest with me.

She's a freakin the bedroom,isn't she?

Good for you.

[Sammy whistling]

I wish I was a polygamist so
I could marry each and every
one of you ladies.

["Take It" continues playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

Welcome, Michael.

This is Michael Braley,our man inside,everyone.

Have a seat.

Get the lights,please.

[remote control beeps]

This is Koflex Odemene.

A Nigerian-born refugee,and former member of LRA,

Lord's Resistance Armyof Uganda.

He's a reputed
drug smuggler,

and internationalarms dealer.

- Koflex is working
with this man.
- [beep]

Sammy Olinsky,

one of the partnersof a global car theft ring,

involved in hundredsof stolen exoticand high-end luxury vehicles

being shipped to severalcountries in West Africa.

- [beep]
- This is Charlie Rivera.

Any luxury car stolen
in the GTA

can be traced backto this man.

We have intel that these menare set to make

the largest shipmentof narcotics

that this departmenthas ever seen.

We believe the group will use
several high-end vehicles
to conceal the shipment.

The cars will be loadedinto shipping containers

and will await transportat this location.

Now I will hand it overto Squad Leader Sgt. Davidson

who will walk usthrough the sting operation.

Sgt. Davidson.

Thank you, Detective.

A week from now,
we'll be executing
a search warrant

for Det. Reid at Koflex'sshipping yard.

It will be a night raid
set for 0100 hours.

We'll be entering
onto the property
in three teams--

one from the north,
one from the west

and one from the east.

Uniformed officers
will stage here,

while K-9 and Air 2
will be on stand-by

in case we have a runner.

Detective Reidwill provide usthe green light

as soon as the shipmentand the targets areverified on scene.

If you have any questions,
please refer to your handouts.

- Officer Diaz.
- Yeah.

What's with the south wing?

South wing is
a dead zone.

Containers here
are about 40 ft. high,

there's no chanceof escape.

We've verified there isno contraband

and those containersare not movingany time soon.

Trust me, these guys
are smart.

They're not gonna
get caught in this area.

Got it? All right.
Let's talk tactics.

[camera shutter clicks]

Scared now, Mikey?

I can explain.

You turn us all in,
you save your own ass?

- Is that the idea?
- You're gonna have
to trust me, okay, Ava?

- It's a little late
for that.
- [phone beeps]

- What are you doing?
- What do you think
I'm doing?

- I'm calling Charlie.
- No, no, wait a second.

Wait a second.

Charlie might havegiven you a second chance.

But I won't.

[phone beeps, autodials]

- I'm a cop.
- [line ringing]

- Hello?
- Charlie.

Yeah?

I need to tell yousomething.

- What's up?
- We're out of milk.

- Uh... okay.
- Can you get some
on your way home?

Sure, I guess.

[phone beeps]

They forced me to do it.

- You bastard.
- I didn't have a choice.

There's alwaysa choice, Mikey.

I'm not gonna let
anything happen
to you or Charlie.

- Okay?
- I don't believe you.

Well, you're gonna
have to. All right?

If any of this gets out,
then we're all fucked.

Just give me
some time, please.

Just a little bit
of time.

I'll figure this out.

You better fucking knowwhat you're doing.

[music playing throughout]

- [engine revving]
- [tires squealing]

[brakes screech]

♪♪

[yelling] Fuck!

[engine revving]

♪♪

[camera beeps]

What is this?

That is our way out.

It's a dead end.Police aren't covering it.

Wait, if it's a dead end,
where's the fucking way out?

That's where you come in.

You're gonna goto the container yard

and you're gonna talkto Gordie.

- Who?
- Gordie.

He's one of the loadersCharlie deals with.

- Gordie!
- You'll recognize him
right away.

He's kind of slow, he has these huge bifocals,

- and he's always asking...
- [nasally] What's that?

I need you to remove
all the contents

from container 30994.

Thank you very much!

After that, you're gonna get himto empty the entire container.

When he's done, you go in and you get to work.

You're gonna cut every single lock on both sides.

And that's it?

No.

Before you do
any of that,

you have to go
to this address.

It's a costume shop. You're gonna ask for Laszlo.

He's gonna give you a uniform for Gordie.

♪♪

- [thud]
- Why me?

Why aren't you
doing this?

'Cause I'm workinga 12-hour day.

I can't get awayfrom Sammy and Charlie,

and even if I could,the cops are watching me.

If I'm spotted even oncein that container yard,

then it's game over.

♪♪

I'm only doing this
for Charlie.

If he gets hurt...

- Isaiah.
- Detective.

See if you can get me
some background
on that suspect.

[Isaiah] Will do.
Let me find him.

- Hey.
- Hey.

One of Koflex's guys
was just arrested in a DUI.

- That's good for us, right?
- No.

We've got a problem.
They found these
in his car.

- Damn!
- I know.

- [beeping]
- [engine turns over]

All right. Take it.

That's it, boys
That's the last of it.

- [Charlie] What now?
- [phone buzzing]

Now? Now we get paid.

Let me call Koflex,
tell him we're on our way.

[phone beeps]

Koflex? Sammy here.

We're all done.

When do you want to meet us
at the container yards?

There's still
lots of time, Sammy.

Let's meet
at the club first.

- The club?
- Yeah.

Oh, and Sammy?

Bring the entire
crew as well.

Ahem. All right.

So what did he say?

He wants to meet us
at the club.

- At the club?
- It's fun. It's fine.

♪♪

How comeyou're not dancing?

I don't feel
like it, Charlie.

What the fuck are we
even doing here?

That's a good question!

What are we doing
here, Sammy?

There's nothing
to worry about.

He's a businessman.
I'm sure he's got
a reason.

[phone buzzing]

I gotta go
to the washroom.

I'll be back.

♪♪

Come on... Come on...
Damn it, where are you?

- [music playing]
- [phone buzzing]

- What?
- Mikey!

Where the hell have you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

We're at the club.
Koflex wants to meet us here.

What the hell
is going on?

Mikey, get the fuck
out of there.

I can't, everyone's here.
What--

- What about the shipment?
- Forget about the shipment.

Koflex knows.

What?

Koflex knows
that you're an agent.
Get out of there.

Now!

[phone beeps]

[water running]

You shouldn't drinkso much, bro.

You gotta paceyourself.

That-- that'sfucking gross, man.

[door closes]

- [phone beeping]
- [line ringing]

Hey! Hey, hey, hey,
buddy, hey!

Uh, look-- Look,
there's been
a change of plans.

- [Gordie] What plans?
- What-- what plan?

The plan that we
talked about.

- Huh?
- Okay, listen to me.

I need you to write
down this address, okay?

87 Darcy Street.

Okay.

[Koflex] Back home,

when I was in the war...

I had a commander.

He loved Shakespeare.

Julius Caesarwas his favorite.

"For let the gods
so speed me

as I lovethe name of honor

- more than I fear death."
- Cheers!

Samuel, do you rememberwhen we met in Ghana?

What I told youwhen you askedto work with me?

Ah, Mikey, Mikey.

Perfect timing.

Sit down. You don't want
to miss this story.

I was just telling your friendsthe first time I met Sammy.

So...

Do you rememberwhat I told you?

[laughs nervously] No.

[chuckles] You're kind
of freaking me out, man.

[laughs nervously]

[laughing]

Ah, there's no reason
to be freaked out now.

Come on! I'm
just fucking with you.

We're here to celebrate,are we not?

[pouring liquid]

To Sammy.

- May you rot in hell.
- [gunshot]

[screaming]

- [gasps]
- What the fuck?!

[screaming continues]

- [cocks gun]
- I know you're working
with the police.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

We caught Mikeyand your whore of a girlfriend

- outside the police station.
- No, no, no, no, no!

No, Charlie had nothingto do with it, all right?It was just me.

[Ava] Charlie, it's not
what you think.

He was trying to save you.

[clubgoers screaming]

[team leader] SWAT!

[grunts]

[groans]

Drop it!

[weapon charging]

[grunts]

♪♪

Michael Braley.
Identify yourself.

I'm here.

I'm here.

I'm here!

♪♪

Folks, this way,
please.

Keep it moving.

[yelling] Fuck!

[police radio chatter
indistinct]

[folders thud]

You think this is
a fucking joke?

- What?
- Where the hell
is he, Mikey?

- Who?
- Your pal, Charlie.

We know that you were
trying to help him
escape.

[light chuckle] Wow.

- He escaped?
- Yeah. He escaped.

Where'd he go?

- You fucking...
- [Kovitz] Jesus Christ,
Jennie!

[breathing deeply]

I was reaching
for the stars.

What the fuck happened?

I really thoughthe was gonna save us.

Us?

[Kovitz] Come on,
Mikey.

We know you snuck back
into the yard,

we know you had plans
to help Charlie.

Just tell us
where they went.

[Reid] We also knowabout your lover, Ava,

cutting locks
in the container.

So stop fucking around
and tell us
where they went!

What the fuckdo you want from me?

Huh? I almostdied today.

And how the helldid Koflex knowthat I was an agent, huh?

And if I had died,

who'd have beenresponsible? You?

You?

Who cares about the punkcar thief as longas we get what we want, huh?

Shit!

♪♪

[radio chatter indistinct]

Finally! We're
freezing back here!

Officer, you think
we could get some heat?

[kicks seat] Yo!
Turn on the heat!

[nasally] What's that?

- Gordie?!
- Buckle up, Charlie!

- [laughing]
- Fuck. Okay.

[laughing continues]

[siren whoops]

[siren wailing]

♪♪

- Mikey?
- What?

Don't leave town.

I won't.

["Like the Dream of It"
by Brooke Anibale
playing troughout]

You know we're gonna have
to start all over, right?

Where are we going?

Why don't you ask
the captain?

♪♪

So where are we
going, Mikey?

It's a surprise.

Somewhere warm,
I hope.

You ever seen Bad Boys?

One or two?

♪♪

["Like the Dream of It"
continues]

♪♪

["Underestimated"
by Maestro Fresh Wes
feat. JD Era & JRDN playing]

♪♪