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(heavy breathing over dark music)

(dark music)

(gasping)

(heavy breathing over dark music

(picks something up)

(heavy breathing over dark music)

(gasping)

(music changes to lighter tone)

(car door forced open)

(car alarm honking and beeping)

(engine cranks over)

(car alarm stopped)

(engine starts)

(mysterious energetic electronic music)

(music builds up)

* Come take my hand and make your magic

* Tell all our secrets

* Mine are tragic

* With a broken lock

* You don't need a key

* It's not a roll of the dice it's destiny

* Come take my hand

* You can hear the bells ringing

* Come take my hand

(car horn honks 4 times and gate opens)

* You can hear the bells ringing

* Come take my hand

* You can hear the bells ringing

(tools moving about)

- Hey man, you did good Lucky.

There you go. (taps on hood)

Okay guys, let's do your thing.

(grinder buzzing)

Let's go.

Check the glove compartment.

(foreign music overhead)

(frisking Lucky)

- [Guard] Boss.

(Lucky snatches envelope)

- Lucky bhai, sorry for formality.

Too many robberies.

Fresh import for you my friend. (laughs)

Go for special massage in back room.

New girl is too good.

Live American dream.

De certification, no?

- What's the rate?

- For you, 50.

- The exchange is 60.

- Thank you very too smart, read too many books.

Real American.

(chuckles)

- What's the rate?

- 53.

- 54.

(snatches money from Lucky)

- Done.

Throw him out slowly.

See you next week Lucky bhai.

Hey, watch the door!

- [Lucky] I just sent more money Ma, 54 on the dollar,

count it, I don't trust this guy.

- [Automated Female Voice] One minute remaining

on your phone card.

- Don't worry I'm gonna send more money next week, okay?

Listen I have to go.

Make sure Sophie's keeping up with school,

my little sister's getting a degree.

I love you, bye.

- [Automated Voice] Your phone card is empty, goodbye.

(flicks card)

(sighs happily)

(car drives past)

(hip hop music in background)

- I don't want say nothing hermano pero,

that computer's not gonna do it.

This is mechanical.

You gotta get underneath the car man.

You gotta get dirty.

It's not gonna work.

(engine starts)

Puta, I don't know how you do it hermano.

- Not gonna work huh, I'll be back.

- Hey, eat here with us.

- I need some fresh air,

how much rice and beans can you eat?

- Breakfast, lunch, and dinner papi. (laughs)

(dog barking somewhere)

(cabaret music)

- How are you? - Good.

- Hey you. - Hey Luck.

- Lola.

What are you still doing here?

- I need the cash you know.

- We talked about this.

(kisses)

(Lola clears throat and flicks tounge)

See you later.

- You too.

(Lola sighs indifferently)

- Okay, papi.

- Pretty clean hands for a mechanic.

- I wash 'em everyday.

- Lucky.

I sent you away so you didn't grow up in a whore

house, now you're stealing cars with that loser.

- Nobody gets hurt, everybody wins.

It's a good system.

- You're so close baby.

The lawyer just found a girl whose willing to do it.

Stay out of trouble and do what I tell you.

Go see him tomorrow.

Now, I made your favorite dessert, eat.

(takes a big bite and tosses sandwich)

(phone ringing)

- We gotta make this quick.

I got a hearing in 30

minutes judge is a real fucking prick

(loud chewing).

Alright look, listen up. (claps hands)

I got a nice white girl all lined up for you alright,

here's what you gotta do.

You gotta tie the knot.

You gotta move in together, you gotta take her

grocery shopping, you gotta have some lattes.

It's gotta look legit and one more thing,

stay under the radar.

I see so many guys getting deported.

If you fuck up and you get pinched and you end up in jail

there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do for you.

It's gonna cost you 25K.

- I thought it was 10. - Sure give me 10 and I'll get you a Latina who doesn't

know the difference between avocado and abagado!

Come on, do you want this to work?

Then we need someone that looks the part.

Speaks good English and has assets and a brain.

And that my friend is gonna cost you 25K.

Comprende?

(Ricky shouting in Spanish)

- I need to get to the bottom of a discrepancy in a claim.

Do you understand, this is a serious matter?

I would appreciate just a little bit of cooperation.

Lucky come here!

- Talk to Lucky okay, he understands big words.

- Yeah well there's a discrepancy with a claim

- (speaks Spanish) - for your shop.

The VIN number doesn't match up.

We're putting a hold on the claim.

- We understand sir.

Look just give us a couple of days and we'll take of it,

we'll get all the paperwork for you alright?

- I suggest that you do.

- Vaya con dios. - Thank you!

- I don't know what he's talking about okay,

this is discrimination hermano.

- Be quiet for a second.

Messing around with VIN numbers?

That's a Federal offense Ricky.

We're supposed to keep it simple man, strip and sell.

These people aren't stupid.

- What are you saying, I'm stupid?

- They'll deport me if we get caught!

It's not the '90s anymore.

You don't wanna kill the golden goose do you?

(laughs)

- What? - What's so funny?

- What goose?

I mean what does a bird have to do with this?

- Yeah it means don't be greedy that's what it means.

- Hey, you don't have a family to feed.

Look, you're right man, okay?

It was stupid to do that alright, lo siento hermano.

- Yeah, forget it, just forget it.

I'm layin' off this for a while.

The money's stopping now.

- No, no, the money's not stopping, okay?

(car honks)

(car lowered on machine)

- Gimme the wrench man.

(smacks desk hard)

(car coming by)

- [Man] Yo, Ricky.

Come on man.

- Maybe next month.

- Come on man you damn fucked up man, come on.

- Calm down amigo we have to lay low.

- [Man] You promised me right?

- Maybe next month. - You damn fucked up man.

Come on man. - Okay, okay?

- Come on man.

- Gimme a fucking break I call you later.

I talk to you later okay just calm down.

You see hermano I'm being a good little boy.

Look just give me a chance to pay back.

Come on you gotta be reasonable

you just gotta be reasonable about this stuff.

No, how am I supposed to keep it open if you.

Yeah, but I gonna get you the money.

Listen if the shop closed I can't fucking do nothing!

And then what the fuck?

No.

Ah, fuck you. (slams phone down)

(opens drawer and puts something on desk)

(sighs)

- I thought you quit.

What the hell's going on?

- I'm in trouble hermano.

- What happened?

- I fucked up.

- Ricky, what did you do?

- That piece of shit landlord is putting an eviction on us!

- What the fuck you talkin' about we're doin' great here man

- You know with the baby, it's expensive man.

- Ricky, tell me you're not gambling again Ricky.

- Aww, shit hermano.

- Oh, you piece of shit.

- I tried to stop man but,

it's like a disease.

- What the fuck man?

You got a kid now.

- It was a sure thing hermano.

- This is all I got, how am I gonna send money home?

You gotta have money somewhere saved up.

I can't lose the shop. We can't lose the shop!

- It's all gone. - We can't lose the shop Ricky

- It's all gone.

- What the fuck Ricky?

(dark electronic music)

(dark electronic music)

(dark electronic music)

(knocking on door window)

(opens door)

(unzips bag tosses envelope)

- What's this?

- This is 20 grand.

- Oh, no.

- It took me five years to save that.

- No, no, no, hermano I can't do that.

- You've left me no choice Ricky just take it.

- On Jesus and my baby I'm gonna pay you back with interest.

- I'll never forget what you did for me.

But after this, you and I, we're even man.

- Come on don't be like that hermano.

- It's the last time man, I can't keep gettin'

caught up in your shit.

I gotta think about my future.

You hear me?

Go.

Get it over with.

Go.

(opens door)

(door bangs)

(air puff out of cushion)

(music becomes darker and disorienting)

(car drives past)

(door rattles)

(smacks door hard, rips paper off)

(buzzer rings)

(buzzer rings)

(knocks on door)

- Lucky.

- Hey Carla, is Ricky home?

- He's probably out somewhere.

He spends all his money on some whore.

- He's not cheatin' on you Carla.

- So where is he, where does all the money go?

- Has anybody come looking for him?

- No, why?

What did he do this time?

- If he shows up you call me right away okay?

- This is the last time, I don't deserve this.

- Yeah, I know, I'll see you guys later, bye Alex.

(pulsating music)

(pulsating music tempo increases)

(car honking)

(tires screech)

Yo!

- Yo, Lucky man.

Tell your fucking boss I'm not interested any more.

I need my money back.

- What the hell you talkin' about he owes you money?

- He owe everybody money.

- Where the hell did you guys gamble at?

- He gambled some club in Queens I'm not sure where.

Come on man, hey, yo!

(door slams)

Hey, I want my money man.

Come on. (tire screech)

(music changes to higher pitch)

(pulsating music continues)

(pulsating increases)

(car door opens and closes)

- Let's roll buddy, let's go.

- I'm off duty man.

- Come on your light was on?

Come on you can make an exception for me can't you?

- Where you goin'?

- [Guy] Just straight ahead make a left, good man.

- Alright.

- How you doin' tonight?

- [Lucky] I'm good.

- So serious, serious man.

I like that about you.

(Police sirens blare)

(laughing)

- Lot of activity tonight, huh?

- Yeah, you don't know the half of it kid.

Boys are hungry they're lookin' for somebody.

- I was lookin' for somebody too.

- Oh yeah, who's that?

- A guy named Ricky.

- Ricky, naw, nope, never heard of him.

Here pull over on the side.

Here, keep the change.

(fumbles with door)

Locks?

(locks clicking)

Lemme give you one of these.

Helps me to relax, you should try it. (laughs)

Listen, I like the way you drive.

You should stick around.

(car drives past)

(tosses lollipop)

(pulsating music continues)

(door opens and closes)

Let's go for a drive.

I love this goddamn city at night.

(new ominous music starts)

What's your name buddy?

- [Lucky] Lucky.

- [Fernando] Well tonight you're my driver.

You stick with me Lucky boy, I'll make it worth your while.

(music pumping)

Go, pull over right here, right here.

(music gets darker)

(door opens)

Let's go bud. (door closes)

(knocks on window)

I need you to come back in an hour, okay?

- Yeah.

(tires screech)

(dark rattling melody starts)

- Punctual, I like that.

- Where we headed?

- Another club.

(phone buzzing)

Same spot, five minutes, yeah I'm alone don't worry.

Here why don't you pull over here on the corner.

Go for a little walk.

- I stay with the car.

(knocking on window)

(door opens)

(door closes) (sighs)

- Your product's good it's just not worth the risk.

- My product is not just good.

My product is the fucking best.

- Your guys are just too rough okay?

They just draw too much attention.

My clients are very discerning people.

- I know, I'm working on it.

- Okay, okay.

(sighs)

Here.

Come on.

(pulling on envelope)

Look this is the last time I'm picking up from you, okay?

I'm not a delivery boy.

- Yeah I heard you the first time open the fucking door

and get the fuck out. - Alright, alright.

- Unlock this piece of shit from back here.

- [Suit] I can't get out of here.

Jesus.

(closes door)

- Drive man.

(starts car)

- Fucking frangino, what they fuck the expect?

Fucking ballerinas?

(hits seat)

Motherfuckers.

Crying little fucking girls all of them.

Stupid motherfuckers.

- [Lucky] Use women.

- I got plenty a women I don't know what these guys want.

- [Lucky] Use women to make the drops, they'll trust 'em.

- Use women huh?

(laughs)

Use women?

Hey, forget about what happened tonight.

- [Lucky] Something happened, what happened?

- Ohh.

A funny guy.

(locks click)

I'm gonna give you 1500 and you drive me exclusive.

Here.

Think about it, you know where to find me.

(door opens and closes)

(tense electronic music)

(music pitch increases)

- [Ricky] You help me out I help you out that's how it is.

So how you feelin' hermano?

- I've been better.

- Yeah, I agree.

- Would you do me a favor and just take me home.

- Come on hermano you're gonna stay with us

until you're a new man.

- I couldn't do that man just take me home.

- You need help we're family.

- Family?

(sighs)

You mean that?

- Do I mean that?

Yeah I mean that.

Okay?

Listen man we gotta look out for each other.

We don't look out for each other

who the fuck gonna look after us?

Hmm?

Okay?

So I'm not taking no for an answer.

(knocking on window)

(door closes)

- Hope you were dreamin' about a girl kid.

- What's up Mike you got any news for me or what?

- It's not good that friend of yours has

some very expensive habits.

He's racked up debt all over town.

It's been my experience that these things do not end well.

Best case scenario he split town with your money.

- He wouldn't do that Mike.

He's in trouble I gotta help him out.

- Look, you lookin' for a happy ending?

Old black and white movies or your local massage parlor

that's the only place they exist.

- He's got a kid Mike.

- [Mike] So what, how's that your problem?

- The last thing we need is

another kid without a father okay?

- I think you're makin' a mistake but

I'll keep tryin'.

- Yeah.

- I'll catch you later kid.

(slams door)

(cars honking busy street intersection)

- [Carla] You don't have to do all this you know?

- [Lucky] Did you hear anything from him?

- [Carla] No, nothing, you?

- No.

He'll be back.

What's this?

Shops been busted you know?

You have to get mommy some stuff okay?

Here, take that.

- I don't need it.

- No, we're gonna hide it over here, it's for mommy, okay?

I'll see you later alright?

Bye.

Gimme a kiss.

(kisses cheek)

- What are we going to do?

- I got a lead on him, I gotta go okay?

- [Carla] Why don't you stay for dinner?

- You got a great kid.

When Ricky's back, I promise.

- [Carla] Okay.

(door closes)

(dark foreign music)

(drops money on counter)

(smacks fingers down)

(foreign music in background)

(slams book on counter and taps with finger)

(music tempo increase)

(tosses book, scans money)

(hand hits chest hard)

(music gets darker)

(removes hand off chest)

- Here.

- What's this?

Jesus, that's a lotta cash here, where'd you get it?

- Doesn't matter where I got it just find out who he owes

the money to and clear the debt alright.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Thanks Mike.

- Take care of yourself kid.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

(door opens) (catches keys) (door closes) - Let's go.

(opens door)

Listen, here's some cash.

Buy yourself some suits and some shoes.

You can't be lookin' like this if you're gonna drive me alright.

Alright?

(closes door)

(hip hop music pounding)

(opens door)

(door shuts)

(car door opens)

(mysterious electronic music)

(laughs and pours wine)

I got a new job for you, switch it up a little bit.

All you gotta do is drive a car to AC

and collect five G's for your trouble.

What's up man you game?

- What's in the car?

- All in good time.

You make one stop along the way.

Eat, shit, piss, whatever, that's it, you got that?

- Yeah, okay.

(car pulling to stop)

(opens glove box)

(fumbling with envelope)

(Bollywood music)

- Boss, check him out.

(knocks on counter)

- Lucky bhai, from zero to hero.

You have money you get honey.

- Cross it out.

- Good boy, never forget mommy.

- What's the rate?

- 60.

(laughs)

- Now get out.

Hey, you never watch the door.

(opens box)

(closes box)

(phone buzzes)

(train passing by)

- It's a high roller.

- No it's not, that's Lucky.

- Lucky?

- Where's Prisca?

- She's in the living room.

- [Girl] You're so beautiful.

Pants fit really well papi.

- Now I'm hot.

(laughing)

- I'm not your mother Lucky but please listen to me.

This guy is bad news you need to be careful.

- [Lucky] I'm a driver I drive the guy.

- Driving a drug dealer it's way out of your league baby.

- You know what I'm sick of your shit.

You threw me out on the street remember?

And now you wanna come back and tell me how to run my life.

I know what I'm doing.

- No you don't.

This guy uses people some of my girls went to him

and they disappeared. - And what,

you think you're helping these girls?

You're ruining there lives.

- These girls are safe with me, I protect them Lucky.

- [Lucky] You protect them?

So why the hell is Lola calling me

every time she gets her ass beat, huh?

I'm done.

This is not my future you hear me?

I'm not one of your stupid whores.

- What would your mother think of this?

- Just stay out of my business.

(sighs)

(girls walking away)

(somber music starts)

Hey look I didn't mean what I--

- Hey.

It's okay Luck.

I know how it goes.

(sniffling)

- Look.

Just stay outta trouble okay?

(breathing hard)

(somber synthesizer music)

(music changes to ominous tone)

(shifts car into park)

(glove box opens)

(closes glove box)

(car door opens)

(door closes)

(music pitch increases)

(music changes over to lighter melody)

(door slams)

- [Fernando] Notice anything with Tati?

- [Lucky] Tati?

- Tatiana the girl you been driving everyday man

anything unsusal

- No, is something wrong?

- I don't know.

She seems a little too happy.

- Look, she's with you man.

(laughs)

- Yeah. - Right?

- Yeah, she's with me right, okay.

Here, lollipop?

- Yeah, why not.

- Good.

Keep your head up man.

Alright I got plans for you.

Alright. (opens door)

(door shuts)

(mysterious pounding electronic music)

(door opening and closing)

(dark mysterious music continues)

(quiet sobbing)

- That little boy, what's his name?

- Max.

His name is Max.

- [Lucky] You guys will be okay.

- Thank you.

(sniffs)

The sitter's waiting.

(door opens)

(door thuds shut)

- [Woman] You're late again.

- [Tati] Rosie I'm not in the mood for this

right now okay? - You're late again.

You know I'm not his mother.

Come on.

(kid speaking gibberish)

- Get out.

- Get out? - Get out.

- You want me to get out?

- Get the fuck out.

- Get out? - I love my kid.

- Get out!

- Really? - Yes.

- I don't know what you do. - Get the fuck out.

- Get out, get out, get out! - And I don't care what you do

- [Rosie] Maybe you should take your kid to the child

services and you know what I think he'd be better off.

- [Tati] Get out.

- You left your phone in the car.

- [Max] I think everybody's going loud.

- [Rosie] Excuse me.

- [Max] I think everybody's mad.

- Everybody's mad.

- No! - Let's sit down.

(TV show playing)

(kid speaking gibberish)

- I could watch him for you if you wanna get cleaned up.

- [Max] Okay.

- Play with uncle Lucky while mommy gets cleaned up okay?

- Hey, hey what's your name?

- Me, ma

- [Lucky] Max?

- The other, the other--

- [Lucky] Say bye to mommy.

- Bye. - Bye, let's play.

(piano music)

- [Fernando] I got the perfect guy.

He's loyal.

Okay good.

Alright sweetie.

(kisses hand)

(pours a glass)

Whoop.

To the future.

Come on, what the, what's the matter with you here?

I mean you look upset talk to me.

- [Lucky] Tatiana?

- Yeah, what about her?

- Yesterday she was all-- - So remember something okay?

She's a fucking whore.

And what I do with her is my fucking business.

Are you fucking Tatiana?

- I don't shit where I eat boss.

- Good.

Hey, Lucky boy.

I'll see you tonight?

(breathes heavily)

(engine purring)

(phone buzzes)

(phone buzzes)

(door shuts)

- [Automated Voice] Please leave a message at the tone.

- Fuckin' voicemail, a fuckin' voicemail.

(door opens and closes)

(phone buzzes)

You better pick up Lucky boy.

Fuck!

(phone dialing) (snorts)

(phone buzzing)

(sirens in the distance)

(kids playing in background)

- You like the food?

- Yeah because they're very big.

And then smash them. - You're smashing the food?

Smash, smash, smash.

- [Tati] What was your plan?

- Nothing.

- Tell me.

- I was saving for a green card marriage

to go visit my family.

- Look thing.

- So what happened?

- My friend Ricky disappeared

and I spent all my money trying to find him.

- Is this big?

- It's a big guy, eat it, eat it, eat it.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

We can get married you know?

For papers I mean.

Go to another state.

- It's not that easy.

I mean they look at the person's background

what they do and everything.

- Oh, well, I was just tryin' to help.

(plates clanking)

- Yeah.

Right, your sure about this?

Alright.

I owe you one buddy, bye Manny.

Alright that was my guy in the precinct.

You gonna have to cool it with this little side gig

you got goin' on, there's an investigation underway.

Lay low for a while, let me dig around and see what else

I can find out your buddy and what he's into.

- Look, thanks Mike.

- Hey, don't thank me, thank your aunt.

And while you're at it put a good word in for me too, huh?

I spend a fortune in that place.

- Good luck with that Mike.

- God bless that woman.

- This is the last time Lola.

You leave don't you ever come back.

(packing belongings in suitcase)

(blows smoke out at Lola)

(Fernando snorting and laughing)

(snorting)

- Is he as good as me?

- What are you talking about?

- Lucky.

I bet he fucked you real good.

- Yeah, you're crazy, he's the help.

- Mmm.

(Tatiana gulps and head hits wall hard)

- Fernando.

- Fuckin' two penny whore.

(drugs fall on bed)

Take that shit downtown.

- Thought I wasn't gonna do that any more.

- Oh, you thought you wasn't gonna?

I fucking lied, get the fuck outta here

and tell that other bitch to come in.

(claps hands)

There you are.

Come here girl.

You ready to make some real money?

Oh, yeah.

(snorting)

That's it for now, come here.

(slaps lap)

Come on.

Thank you.

- Give him some of this food you know Ricky loved

your food so much he was always eating this at work.

(chair scoots across floor)

- He's not coming back is he?

- Don't say that.

- What if I don't want him back?

- I'm here until he gets back okay?

(water running in sink)

(knocks on door)

(hip hop music)

- Fernando has good taste.

(unzips bag)

- The money.

- Relax.

Here, come inside.

- I like what I see.

- Here you go brother.

(smacks face)

You fuckin' whore!

What the fucks wrong with you huh?

- Hey, hey, hey, relax cowboy.

You wanna party let's party.

- I could party.

- Hey, go home babe, take it easy.

So what do you wanna play?

- Whatever you wanna play.

- I don't blame you.

(phone buzzing)

(phone buzzing, turns phone off

(pounding on door)

(pounding gets louder)

(Fernando mumbling)

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Check the rooms just to see what the fuck

is going on in this shithole.

- [Fernando] What do we have here, what do we have?

- I had the pleasure of meeting your lovely aunt.

Mmm and Lola.

Come here.

Come here, come here man, OK, ahh.

Alright.

Nobody disappears on me, okay?

(pats back)

Well don't be fucking rude, sit down.

Wow, she's beautiful, your mom.

You guys, you guys kinda look alike.

Hey Lucky boy.

You better be a good boy or they're dead.

(dark rattling music)

Consider them lucky.

And do me a favor, clean yourself up.

You look like a bum.

Am I gonna see you tonight?

Good man, let's get the fuck outta here.

(door closes)

(dance music)

Come on, come here.

Take the shot, look at him, he's so cute.

Pick up your fucking glass man.

- [Girl] Take your one.

- [Fernando] Go, go, grab one.

Keep 'em coming because he's gonna get fucked up today baby!

Go, take the fucking shot.

Look at him!

(laughing)

(shot glasses clicking)

Look at him he's grabbin' 'em for himself.

(empty glasses click on bar)

Fuck it, fuck the glass man.

That's it I'm gonna baptize you in alcohol.

(laughing)

Are you fucked up already now I want you to see.

Which one of these fucking girls are we gonna take home?

Which one?

Mm, Mm-hmm, Mm-hmm.

Tommy get that girl.

- That one? - Yeah.

(snaps fingers)

- Yeah.

Oh!

(empty glasses clicking on counter)

I like you like this bro, I like you like this.

That's who I wanna see.

Where's your smile baby what's the matter?

You alright, what's the matter?

There we go, there we go.

Nice you got four shots on you baby.

Keep 'em comin'.

(empty glasses clicking on counter)

Merry Christmas surprise, surprise.

Take him with you girl he's done go get the fuck outta here.

Oh, oh, he's stumblin', he's stumblin', better get it up.

You better get him Viagra.

(music changes to dark tone)

(music becomes disorienting)

(music changes to high pitch whirling sounds)

(unbuckles belt)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(shifts into park)

(glove box opens)

(fumbling with envelope)

(door opens beeper beeps)

Hands on type a party guys you know?

It's a hands on type a party.

(clapping) Everybody can play.

(laughs)

Now that's a fucking line baby.

That's a fucking line.

- Yeah.

- [Fernando] You gotta be careful.

This woman's famous in three countries for that.

(laughing)

(rap music)

His name is Lucky 'cause he is fuckin' lucky.

Give him some candy babe.

Hello, look at this.

Really, that's for you, you Lucky.

- Come on. - Give him.

Just do it don't be a bitch just go.

(snorts)

Yeah. (laughs)

He did it, oh I don't do drugs, you did it.

- Come on, come on. - You gotta even it out.

Both sides.

(snorts) He doesn't know what way to go (laughs)

* Hustlin' to maintain everyday the same thang

* I'm on the wrong track but on the same train

* German flyboys we here now on your radar

* Time to get the pigs like J'rue what can I say ya'll

* Long time comin'

(bass thumping)

- Mr Robot, Mr Robot, Mr Robot has claw hands.

- [Tatiana] Olga?

Which one is your favorite, which one is your favorite?

- Olga! - Huh, which one's broke?

- Hola. - Mr. Robot.

- What are you spying on me now?

(closes door)

What the hell are you doing here huh?

- I was walking by I saw the nanny leave the house

I came up to check on the kid.

- Just passing by you're just his little bitch.

- What the hell does that make you?

(smacks face)

- What (smacks) can't hit a girl huh?

What, what, what, what?

(slams against wall)

(driving music)

* Demonstrate the birds are soaring

(moaning)

* Fly away the words are now falling

* Your eyes reflecting the street signs

* Reflecting light into their eyes

* Into their eyes

* Into their eyes

(phone buzzing)

- Fernando?

- No this crazy new girl Lola?

- Lola?

- Lola, yeah.

- How do you know her?

- Fernando has her working with me

to make the drops downtown.

(sighs)

Why what's going on?

- Do you know where she is?

- She usually hangs out at the bar.

- I gotta go.

(door closes)

Lola.

- Hey, Luck, what are you doing here?

I can't really talk right now so I'll see you later, okay?

- Hey what's you problem buddy?

(glasses break on counter)

- Don't worry hun, I'll be right back.

(grunts)

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Just following your advice.

- I told you to go back to school

what are you doing with Fernando?

- Besides fucking him?

I deliver bags downtown to rich people.

Sometimes I fuck them too.

- You said you were gettin' out.

- Changed my mind.

- Why?

- Because I realized I'm really good at this.

And I'm gonna milk it for as long as I can.

- You were safe with Prisca.

- I'm a big girl I can take care of myself.

You should worry about yourself see if Fernando finds out

about you and Tatiana (clucks).

- You don't know what the hell you're talking about.

- Please the way she talks about you it's so fucking obvious

don't worry I'm not gonna say anything.

I don't know what you see in her anyway.

- Lola.

- Are we done here?

- Lola.

Lola.

(Spanish guitar music)

(slams drink on bar)

(pounds counter with fist)

- You were right these fucks love the girls.

(snorts)

But I don't fuckin' trust those bitches.

Can I trust you Lucky boy.

- Of course you can trust me.

- Good 'cause I want you to drive these whores

and keep an eye on 'em for me, can you do that?

- Yeah, I can do that.

- Good, good, good. (pats shoulder)

(opens package)

(snorts)

- You should keep a clear head sweetie.

- Yeah, whatever grandma, I can handle it.

(snorts)

(door slams)

(high heels clicking)

- She's reckless.

- She's just a kid.

I'll be right back.

- They're not gonna buzz you in.

(heavy beat music)

- Hey bra, plenty a blow, come on help yourself.

- You're next baby.

- What the fuck, 'get your fuckin'.

What the fuck?

Asshole.

- [Man] Yeah.

Yeah.

Ohh.

Hey what's up bro?

Yo just gimme a minute in here with this bitch.

She's fuckin' awesome, yo what the fuck are you goin' dude?

(kicks man in belly slams head on counter)

(belt hits sink and floor)

- Fuck Luck you should'a joined us.

You're such a party pooper

(grunting)

- Ah, ah, alright, alright.

- Come on let's get the fuck outta here come on.

- God, alright dude.

- You don't touch the girls.

- Okay, alright. (smacks face)

Fuck dude, get outta here.

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Just get outta here.

(slams door)

- Yo, what the fuck?

- Can you look after her tonight?

- [Tatiana] Sure.

(dark rattling music)

- Have a drink.

- I'm layin' off.

- Make me another.

What the fuck happened tonight?

- I took care of it no need to worry.

- Oh, no need to worry?

No need to fucking worry?

Then why the fuck am I getting phone calls from these

assholes telling me you're smashing people's heads in?

- Relax it wasn't anything I could've avoided.

- Okay, don't tell me to relax.

I'm relaxed.

If they wanna fuck these bitches let them.

Something's not right here you and these fucking whores.

- It's bad business today they fuck the girls

tomorrow they think they can fuck us.

- I'm finally breaking into this market Lucky boy.

It's easy money

if anyone fucks this up I'll cut their throat myself.

- Trust me, it was necessary.

- Just as long as you remember who you work for.

And next time you call me first.

- Sure boss.

- And keep an eye on that new girl.

I don't trust that bitch.

- Don't worry about her I got it under control.

- I hope so.

- Sorry about what happened the other night.

- Just lay low for a while

and don't do anything stupid, okay?

Five minutes.

- Don't have to worry about me any more Luck.

Won't happen again I promise.

(melancholy music)

- I'm gonna get you out.

- Your problem is that you always worry about other people.

Titiana's a really lucky girl.

(slams door)

(heels clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(high pitch suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(door shuts)

(music becomes darker)

- Your gonna be drivin' Tina around, smile baby.

Look at that.

- We don't need three runners.

- Two.

I told you to keep an eye on that bitch.

Try to sell that shit to my own guys

the stupid fuckin' whore.

- Where is she let me talk some sense into her.

(siren in distance)

Where's Lola?

- You wanna give Tina a test run?

(disorienting music)

You see baby you're in good hands with Lucky boy.

That boy right there will never betray me.

I need you to make a drop off

in AC tomorrow, same MO as before.

(sighs heavily

(dark somber music)

(music continues)

(music becomes disorienting)

(music continues)

(dark music)

(dark music continues)

(somber music)

(high pitch whirling music)

(music continues)

(music gets heavier)

(high tension music)

- [Prisca] You didn't help her?

- [Lucky] I tried.

- [Prisca] Not hard enough.

- [Lucky] I'm in trouble.

- [Prisca] You should of listened to me.

I knew you weren't cut out for this.

You do something out of need

and it becomes a habit along the way.

- I need to get out.

- Just disappear he's so coked up

he'll forget about you in a week.

- And what about you?

- What about me?

I'm too old to start over.

I can live with what I do.

You can't.

(Tension Music with drums)

- Could you please slow down?

You're going a little bit too fast.

- He murdered Lola and I drove her dead body.

I drove her dead body.

(sirens)

Aw fuck, not now.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

(hitting steering wheel)

(knocks on window)

Good evening officer.

- Do you realize how fast you were going sir?

- I'm sorry I didn't know how fast--

- License and registration.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Is that a police officer.

- Just gimme a second please.

- (speaking Russian)

We're gonna be late, he has to go to the bathroom.

This is getting absolutely ridiculous.

I'm really sorry sir this is really embarrassing.

I'm sorry, if you ever, if you just spent like a second

to listen to what I have to say before we leave the house

then we can just get where we're going

- You really need to be - on time, this is just

- more careful with - absolutely ridiculous.

- your family in the car sir.

- Yeah.

- Go home,

and slow down.

- [Tatiana] Absolutely ridiculous.

- I will.

Thank you, have a good night.

(slow music)

You sleepy?

- No.

- Thank you.

- Where we going?

- [Lucky] To a friend's place.

- Think we not going back.

- I don't think we're going back either.

- We'll be safe there.

Is he okay?

(laughs)

(kisses)

(calm music)

(opens frame)

(drops box)

- [Carla] Here.

- Thank you.

- So Alex and Max are both same age.

- Lucky knows how to keep a secret?

- Oh no, no, Max isn't his.

- I know Lucky for a long time,

he'll take care of him like his own.

- [Tatiana] How do you know Lucky?

- Ricky and Luck were like brothers.

(car honking)

(mysterious music)

- He would have been long gone before any of this came out.

- Mike?

- Hey kid.

I would'a preferred that you didn't find out about this

but your aunt insisted.

- It's true?

- They found his body about two days ago.

Took 'em this long 'cause of the condition he was in.

But his prints were in the system so,

it's him.

- Go ahead, tell him the rest.

- You know he doesn't really need to know all this.

It's only speculation any way.

- Mike

what?

- Your buddy Ricky was last scene with your boy Fernando.

(catches heavy envelope)

Put it behind you and walk away.

- I really, really wanna kill you right now.

- [Tina] Why?

- Because you don't fucking listen.

Tina you don't listen baby.

- I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet, please no more.

- Shhh, I can fuckin' hear you just gimme a second.

Just gimme a second.

Gimme a fuck,

- No more please, no more. - Fucking choke you with this.

- No I was there, I showed up and I was there

they weren't there to pick me up.

- Fucking voicemail I gonna lose my shit.

Where the fuck are you?

Get over here now!

You better pray I get my shit back okay?

(crying)

- [Tina] No more please.

This motherfucker doesn't know who the fuck he's fucking with.

(snorts)

(snorts)

Ahhh!

Shut the fuck up.

(crying)

If I hear you cry I'm telling you.

I can't fucking think like this.

We're gonna wait for Lucky.

(crying)

We're gonna wait for him.

- No more I beg you.

(smacks butt)

- Shhh.

(knocks on door)

- [Fernando] Be quiet or I'm gonna bash you over the

fucking head again.

- (Opens Door) Get in the fucking house!

(grabs shoulder hard)

You're fucking that whore I know it.

I can't fucking trust you.

- Do you see anybody else here?

She's a fucking whore right?

- Oh so you are fucking her?

- She mean something to you now?

- No.

Nope, no she doesn't, so you won't have any problem

right cuttin' that bitches throat?

- It's not my job I'm the driver remember?

- The fucking driver just the driver.

Where is she?

- How am I supposed to know I just got back from AC.

- What you just got back now?

- I stayed the night I tried my luck.

- Fuck I didn't know you were a fucking gambling man.

- Yeah, what's going on here?

- I told you to keep an eye on this bitch.

(crying)

(gunshot blasts)

(music starts)

Well, two down, one to go.

- How do you know Tatiana's stealing from you?

- It's either her or you.

Let's go.

(Pushes Lucky hard) Let's fucking go.

So how was your luck, Lucky boy?

- The house always wins right?

- Yeah don't forget that shit.

Come on where the fuck is this bitch's house man?

- We're almost there just relax.

- Hey don't, I told you, don't fuckin' tell me to relax.

You stick with me Lucky boy

maybe you'll make something of yourself.

This is, fuck! (throws box)

No!

Where are you you fucking whore?

(music with dark voice)

(grunts)

(knocks skillet on floor)

Ohh.

You fucked the wrong whore Lucky boy.

You think you're so smart.

You don't fuck with a man's blood.

(gunshot blasts)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(slams gun on counter0

(breaking glass against face)

(punches face)

(grunting)

(head hits floor hard)

- It was a sure thing hermano.

- You know what your problem is?

You always worry about other people.

(heavy drums)

- What are we going to do?

(haunting music)

(screaming)

(hitting head against fridge)

(grunting and punching face)

(punching and breathing heavy

(grunting and hits face)

(smacks face)

(breathing heavily)

- What, are you scared?

Where you goin'?

You don't have the fucking balls you bitch!

(spits)

Do it, do it.

(breathing hard and grunting)

Fucking bitch.

You don't fucking do it.

(laughs)

Fucking whore bitch.

Do it.

(music comes to soft stop)

(stomps face)

(continues stomping)

(sighs of relief)

(breathing calmly)

(magnet falls to ground)

(smirks and laughs

(closes door)

(bag thumps on table)

(puts remote on table)

- What?

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

- I'm so sorry.

He's not coming back.

- [Carla] What?

- [Lucky] He's dead.

- No.

- I'll take care of you guys don't worry.

(crying)

I belong here.

- You promised me.

- You promised me we were gonna start over.

You promised me that.

(clicks light off)

(somber music)

(sighs and clicks jaw)

(tension music)

(laughs)

- Oh you son of a bitch.

Okay.

Hey, come here.

(chair scoots)

- Morning.

- Hey.

You didn't see my bag right?

- No.

(Ominous music)

Where is Tatiana and Max.

- They're gone.

- Are they gonna be okay?

- Yeah.

Don't worry about them.

(Dark ominous music continues)

(tone gets darker)

(dark electronic music thumping)