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(SLOW JAZZ BALLAD PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING) Baby, you understand me now

If sometimes you see that I'm mad

Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

You know, sometimes baby, I'm so carefree

And then you're bound to see my other side

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good...

(MEOWING)

Who the fuck are you?

Me? I'm...

(PANTS)

(SLURPS)

(BEEPS)

(HONKS) (BUZZING)

(TYPES)

Come on!

(GROANS)

Fuck! (HONKS)

(EGG SIZZLES)

You missed the garbage.

(BEEPS, HONKS, TYPES)

(GRUNTING)

(BEEPS, SLURPS)

(BEEPS, HONKS, TYPES)

(BUZZING) (DOG BARKING)

(BEEPS, HONKS, TYPES)

(SLURPS, BUZZING)

(BEEPS, TYPES)

(HONKS) (BUZZING)

BECCA: You missed the garbage.

(BEEPS)

(BUZZING, TYPES)

(GRUNTING)

(BEEPING)

(DOG BARKING)

(CREAKS SOFTLY)

(DOOR CREAKING FAINTLY)

(THUDDING)

(RUSTLING LOUDLY)

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

WOMAN: Put the phone down.

We don't want any trouble. Your money.

Cash. Now!

Well, that's about all there is.

On that.

That's it?

I use a debit card.

Jesus.

MAN: I didn't find anything. What about his watch?

WOMAN: Is this worth something?

To me, it is. Take it.

WOMAN: Give me your ring. Give me your fucking ring!

BRADY: Hey! (MAN GROANS)

Hey, get off of him! Now!

Get off of him! Stop it!

I swear to God, I'll fucking shoot you! BRADY: Dad!

WOMAN: Now!

Let him go, son.

What?

I said let him go.

Hey! MAN: What? What?

BECCA: Please stop!

Just take what you want and go, please.

MAN: Just shut up!

WOMAN: Let's get out of here.

WOMAN: Baby, let's go!

MAN: (GRUNTS) You picked the wrong fucking house.

Fuck. Shit. Let's go.

(LOCK CLICKS)

What the fuck, Dad?

HUTCH: I can't believe I let this happen.

My beautiful wife, beautiful kids.

My home, broken into with a frigging... Mr. Mansell.

Excuse me?

So, that's how they got in, huh?

Using a pizza box?

Yeah. And the golf club?

Did you even take a swing? She had a...

You could have taken her, Dad.

Look, you did the right thing, Mr. Mansell.

You know, if that was my family...

(SCOFFS)

We're gonna get out of your hair.

You just leave that garage door closed, okay?

(VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY)

(OBJECT CLATTERS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Hey, Dad. Hey, kiddo.

You couldn't sleep?

No.

You scared?

Why would I be? You're here.

Yeah. (SIGHS)

Dad?

Yeah?

We need a cat.

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah.

I was thinking the same thing.

(GARBAGE TRUCK BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Come on! (GROANS)

(HONKING)

Fuck!

So, uh, I have to do a report on a veteran

for history class.

Maybe I could just interview you?

Yeah, sure, son. Um...

You know, I was an auditor, so, kind of a nobody.

That makes for a pretty dry story.

Yeah, I really don't care.

I just want to finish up the project and call it a day.

What about your Uncle Charlie? He was a real soldier.

I didn't mean... No, your mom's right.

Hey, you know what, uh,

I actually already left him a message.

I'll try again later.

You could try Grandpa. He actually saw some action.

Yeah, maybe.

Have a great day.

Oh, and, um, you missed the garbage.

(SIGHS)

I just...

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

Oh, I took all the coffee.

(CHUCKLES)

Have a good day, Hutch.

Yeah. You, too. All right, kids, let's go!

Come on, let's go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

BECCA: Yeah. Let's put on a seat belt, okay?

(ENGINE IDLING)

(CHUCKLES) Hey. Heard you had some excitement last night.

Yeah, it was just...

Man, I wish they'd have picked my place, you know.

Could have used the exercise.

(CHUCKLES)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

That's new.

Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, the old man croaked.

He didn't have much to leave,

but at least I got something out of it.

Honey, come on. Gotta go.

I'm sorry for your loss.

(SCOFFS) There's nothing there to mourn, man.

It's pretty slick, though, huh?

The '72 Challenger, 4.9 liter V-8.

Zero to 60 In... (SIGHS)

I'm about to find the fuck out.

(ENGINE REVVING) (SONG PLAYING ON STEREO)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SLURPS)

(BEEPS, HONKS)

What do we got, a rat or a possum? Don'{ know.

Good morning, Charlie.

Did I hear right?

Depends who you talked to.

Well, your boy called.

Then, yeah, you heard right.

Now, he says that you had the drop on one of them.

Why didn't you take them out?

I mean, shit, it's child's play.

I was just trying to keep damage to a minimum.

Oh, yeah? How's that working out for you?

Everybody's safe, so... Jesus!

Don't worry. Safety's on.

Oh, wait. Oops. (SAFETY CLICKS)

There. There, see?

Now,

there's nothing that turns out the lights right quick

like a fucking bullet to the brain, man.

So, take it.

I don't want it.

It ain't a matter of want, Hutch.

It's the principle of need.

So, keep my sister safe, bro.

(SHAKES DRINK)

Hey.

Oh, hey. Uh, I take it Becca called you.

She did.

And I'm thinking you did the best thing you could.

I mean, you being you.

Yeah. I gotcha.

Look, let's talk about you wanting to buy this place.

You really want to get rid of me and Charlie that bad?

Eddie, you're family.

I just want you to enjoy your retirement

and Charlie, his youth.

It's a fair offer.

But not a great one, you know.

Look, I've built this place up from nothing with my hands.

If I'm gonna sell it, I want it to be

a goddamn great offer.

You know? Yeah.

What do you want with this place, anyway?

Guess I just want something that's mine, you know?

I do.

Hey, Hutch.

I'm rooting for you.

(KNOCKS ON WOOD)

(SIGHS)

(INSTRUMENTAL JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Sounding good.

HARRY: How long you been listening?

Long enough to know you're getting mighty good at that.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. When you're officially dead,

you got a lot of free time on your hands, you know?

Rough life.

So, tell me about last night.

Word travels fast, huh?

Look, if they know, I know. You know?

There were two of them,

a man and a woman.

Uh, late 20s, I'd say.

They were scared,

and desperate. She had a gun.

What kind?

It was an old .38 Special.

It had electrical tape on the handle.

HUTCH: It was a Smith & Wesson.

Hadn't been shot in a long while.

And it was, uh...

Empty.

Seriously? Seriously.

Now I know why you didn't do what you didn't do.

What'd they get? Not much. Just a couple bucks.

I guess it could have been worse, man. HUTCH: Yeah.

HARRY: Look, I know what you're thinking about,

and I wish you wasn't.

Don't do nothing stupid. You hear me?

(WESTERN PLAYING ON TV)

Hey, Dad.

You been eating? What?

(DINGS)

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You don't look okay.

Do you remember who we used to be, Hutchie?

I do.

(SIGHS)

Hey, buddy. How was school?

Fine. Hey, sweetheart.

Come on. Help out.

How was today?

It was what it was. I can't find it.

You can't find what?

My kitty-cat bracelet.

Where was it?

In here.

They couldn't have stolen that, would they?

BECCA: Honey, I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere.

(DOOR OPENS)

Back so soon?

Hey, Pop.

There's this thing I gotta do.

Then you best go do it.

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) Life is a bitch

It's hurting me

Yes I said life is a bitch, y'all

It's hurting me

You know my life is rough

Living in the street

Life is a bitch y'all

Life is a bitch is a bitch on me...

(INAUDIBLE)

They might lay me off

Yes gonna call my job

They might lay me off

Can't go home with nightmares

Driving me crazy

Too many worries

Too many bills I gotta pay

(DOOR CLOSES)

Agent Mansell. FBI.

(MAN CHUCKLES)

I'm looking for... That's old.

What? Your ID is a badge.

It's expired by about 20 years.

And I'm pretty sure that ain't you in the photo.

So...

(THUDS)

Who are you?

I'm just a man

who's looking for someone.

Yeah, well, you probably shouldn't flash cheese

like that around here, bro.

There are three types of people who,

as you say, "flash cheese."

People who don't know any better,

people who are seeking to intimidate,

and people like me,

who wish with every fiber of their being,

that someone would try to take it from them.

Uh...

Thank you for your service.

You, too, old-timer.

(MULTIPLE LOCKS CLICKING)

So, any takers?

(VOICE BREAKS) How can I help you?

Send me in the direction of this person.

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Luis, dinner!

Luis!

(IN SPANISH)

Smells rich, my love.

(WOMAN SCOFFS)

Smells cheap.

It's not the food, it's the company.

Oh, come on...

(GROANS) (GASPS)

I speak, you listen.

You know why I'm here.

Because I'm a good man. I'm a family man.

Most of all, I'm a man who did not deserve

your gun in his face.

Now, the watch.

The kitty-cat bracelet.

(SOFTLY) I don't know what the fuck you're...

(WOMAN GASPS)

Give me the goddamn kitty-cat bracelet, motherfucker!

I don't know. I swear to God! I don't know.

The goddamn bracelet. I'll help you find it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Please, man! I don't know where it is!

I swear to God, I don't know!

(BABY CRYING)

(CRYING)

Please! Please, just leave.

Please, don't hurt her! Please!

Fuck.

(TIRES SCREECHING) (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR HORN BLARING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Bus! Bus! Bus!

Go! Bus!

HUTCH: They say God doesn't close one door

without opening another.

Open! Open! Please! Please.

Please, God. Open that door.

MAN 1: Hey! MAN 2: Come on!

(CLASSIC POP BALLAD PLAYING)

Yeah. DRIVER: No.

There's no drinking allowed on the bus.

(LAUGHS)

I've gotta be me

I've gotta be me

What else can I be

But what I am?

I want to live not merely survive...

Want a drink?

What do we have here?

I've gotta be me

I've gotta be me

Daring to try to do it or die

I've gotta be me...

HUTCH: This girl's gonna get home safe tonight.

I hope these assholes like hospital food.

(BALLAD CONTINUES PLAYING)

Daring to try to do it or die

I've gotta be

Me

A girl alone on a bus at night?

Just fucking stupid. It's stupid, right?

Hey. Guys, guys.

What are you still doing here, old man?

I'm gonna fuck you up.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Hey, yo, I got it. I got it.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(BLADE SLICES) (HUTCH YELLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

THUG: What the fuck are you saying?

Nose is broken!

My fucking teeth.

(GROANS)

Is it bad? It's bad.

Fuck!

(GASPS)

(THUGS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Man, are you...

(PANTING)

HUTCH: Run!

Thank you.

(YELLS)

(YELLS)

(CHOKING)

(GURGLES)

I'm sorry about the mess.

Hey.

I couldn't sleep.

Where'd you go?

Yeah.

It's been a hell of a day.

I can see that.

HUTCH: Just like old times, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(EXHALES)

(SIGHS)

I miss you.

I'm right here, Hutch. I'm always right here.

I know.

Tonight,

I was thinking...

About what?

About...

Becca... (GROANS)

How we haven't embraced in far too long.

We haven't shared a kiss in, I don't know.

We haven't had sex in months.

We haven't made love in years.

You seem so far away.

I know it's unfair to put it like that,

I just...

I... I miss you.

Remember who we used to be?

I do.

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

You passed it, motherfucker.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

All right, man, there he is!

Hi.

(WOMAN SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

On the house, sir.

(SNIFFING)

(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

(CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(IN RUSSIAN)

So, gentlemen.

Is the security for the Obshak to your liking?

We are satisfied.

Yet your operation has its oddities.

Why is this Black guy on your crew?

Choose your words wisely,

or I'll feed them back to you.

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL LAUGHING)

His shading may not match ours,

but Pavel is as Russian as we are.

Moscow Olympics,1980.

My father was Ethiopian. A long distance runner.

How'd he do?

Who cares?

He left my mom and me to fend for ourselves.

Which he has done quite well.

Enough about Othello here,

Yulian.

Your singing and dancing

are a little inappropriate for a guy

who's protecting a shit ton of our cash.

It doesn't inspire confidence, you dig?

Feel confident now?

Yulian, I was just...

Do you know who that is?

Or was?

Enlighten me.

A three percent stakeholder in the Obshak.

Such a shame.

Therefore...

his equity is now ours.

Cheers!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

(YULIAN SNIFFS)

Oh little brother...

(IN ENGLISH) Will he walk again?

DOCTOR: Sir, we are monitoring his vitals,

but the damage to his brain is...

(YULIAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Teddy's fucked?

(PAVEL SPEAKING)

Real fucked.

What the fuck was he doing on a bus?

No idea.

Think this has to do with the Obshak?

Everything has to do with the Obshak?

How much longer are we babysitting it?

A couple of days.

An eternity.

WOMAN OVER PA: Dr. Mendez to Critical Care. Dr. Mendez...

(DOOR OPENS)

Yulian... (GROANS)

Who did this to my brother?

There was a man.

He attacked us unprovoked.

One man? Are you fucking with me?

No, sir. No, sir! Don't you lie to me!

(SCREAMING) Don't you fucking lie to me!

Don't you...

Don't you lie to me!

Don't you fucking lie to me!

I'm not lying to you, I swear.

MAN: Yulian?

Please don't get more mad.

You hated Teddy.

Your words may be correct,

but they are no less unwise.

(IN RUSSIAN)

What can you do?

You don't choose family.

No, you don't.

(IN ENGLISH) How can I find this man?

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISTLING CLASSICAL TUNE)

BRADY: Morning.

Morning.

What happened to you?

Hmm?

Dad, you look like shit.

You should see the other guys.

When you made that tackle,

that was a good takedown.

You had my back, and I'm proud of you.

(PHONE RINGING) BECCA: Morning.

Morning.

Hutch here.

HARRY: Last night, that was you, huh?

I thought we said no landlines.

Relax. I got 30 seconds.

Okay, well, go.

So, how did it feel?

(CHUCKLES) Like salvation day.

Yeah, I bet.

Look, I'm happy that your relapse

made you feel so good,

but, man, you got a fucking problem. Yeah?

One of those guys

was the brother of Yulian Kuznetsov,

and you don't want to fuck with him, Hutch. I'm serious.

Ask The Barber. He knows.

It was an isolated incident, sir.

Yulian Kuznetsov. Ask The Barber.

BECCA: Who was that?

Just a distributor of ours.

Hey, I have an idea.

How about I make that lasagne that you love tonight?

You know, from scratch, like I used to.

It's been a while. Lasagna!

I'd really like that.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) / told

Myself a lie

When I said

I had no cares

"Cause when I'm alone

All alone

Out come the tears...

Gentlemen.

Mr. Mansell.

It has been some time.

That it has.

What, pray tell, may we do for you, good sir?

What can you tell me about Yulian Kuznetsov?

Am I really now that predictable?

From where I sit, Mr. Mansell,

everyone is.

Short story long, he's as bad as they come.

(IN RUSSIAN)

Cut off his hands and leave them in the street.

THE BARBER: (IN ENGLISH) A connected, funded sociopath

with resources to make things complicated.

I don't want any fucking surprises.

So, he's a bad guy?

Has he got any hobbies? Collects art,

to the tune of eight and nine figures.

Anything good?

Fuck if I know.

But what I do know is if he doesn't know who you are yet,

he will soon.

What have you got for me?

I found his dad.

He's got him at a nursing home downtown.

That's not much.

I wouldn't worry about this Hutch guy.

Your man here looks to be as vanilla as they come.

If you can't recognize a wolf in sheep's clothing,

I question the viability of your employment here.

I have a friend at the Pentagon.

I'll keep looking.

One blackmail package coming up.

What the fuck?

What?

THE BARBER: And if he can't take care of a loose end like you,

he'd have to give up his share of the Obshak.

The Obshak?

Think of it like the 401 (k) of the Russian mob.

That's hundreds of millions of dollars in cash

perpetually on the move,

and Yulian is the current babysitter.

That said, he's more than a bit weary of this life.

I think, if he had his way, he'd probably walk away.

(IN RUSSIAN)

Goddamn Obshak.

I'm out. No need to pay.

Good luck.

(IN RUSSIAN)

Fuck me.

I want him alive.

BECCA: It's beautiful.

May I interest you in some wine?

Yes, please.

Uh, I am also interested.

Nope. Nope.

Um, who wants some?

Uh-huh. Yes. ABBY: Me.

Right. There you go.

Hey, how about we all head to Italy this summer?

We've always talked about going back.

Oh, I'd love that.

But, um, can we afford it?

I guess the real question is, can we afford not to?

Well, that would be wonderful. Yeah.

"Cause, you know, Rome is where Mom and Dad met.

You know, Mom and Dad fell in love...

(ENGINE REVS)

Everybody, get to the basement.

What? Right now.

Let's go. Move. What's going on?

Move! Dad, what...

What's happening? Right now.

Hutch, you're scaring me. Move!

What is going on? Go! Get the door, son.

Is this a game?

Yes, is this a game, Hutch? I like games.

Hutch, what is happening?

What...

Don't call 911.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(MUFFLED THUDDING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(LOCK BEEPS)

(FUNKY R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) Oh

I like the sound

Of funky music...

(IN RUSSIAN)

Where are you going?

To the doctor.

First, we drop off the goods,

then you can fix your scratches.

Fuck off! Scratches?

Oh, 'cause funky music Sho nuff turns me on...

Alright.

That's right.

(JOINT CRACKS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

Oh, I like the sound ! like it

Of funky music...

(MUSIC STOPS)

(THUDS)

(MUSIC RESUMES FAINTLY)

MAN: (SINGING) Get on down To the real nitty-gritty

I like the sound I like it

Of funky music Oh, 'cause funky music...

(WHIMPERING)

Hey.

I never met a Black Russian before.

Yeah.

I get that a lot.

Who the hell are you?

Nobody.

Short story long, um...

I used to be what they call an auditor

for those three-letter agencies.

An auditor, as in, uh,

the last guy any organization wants to see at their door.

I couldn't arrest anyone,

so I used to make sure that there was no one left to...

Shit.

MAN: (SINGING) Oh...

Oh, come on, come on, come on

People, and Express yourself

(PHONE RINGING)

DAVID: Hello?

HUTCH: Hey, Pops.

That thing I had to go do, it escalated.

Heads up, okay?

Oh...

Shit.

(SIGHS)

Come on, you got to give me something.

I will, but not now.

I need to take care of this.

What... What is this?

It is

what it is.

This is me.

Becca, I love you,

but I need you to trust me right now.

Okay? Blind for the last time.

I promise.

Come back.

We'll deal with us then.

I'll take the kids somewhere safe.

(UPBEAT JAZZ SONG PLAYING)

WOMAN: (SINGING) A buzzard took a monkey For a ride in the air

The monkey thought that everything was on the square

The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back

But the monkey grabbed his neck and said

“Now, listen, Jack"

Straighten up and fly right

Straighten up and fly right

Straighten up and fly right

Cool down, papa...

Well, fellas, here we are.

Ain't no use in diving

What's the use in jiving?

I know your boss sent you here,

but you got to know when to say no.

Cool down, papa, Don't you blow your top...

A couple of chapters back, uh,

there was this guy named Alan.

Aaron.

No, it was Alan.

Alan skimmed about three million bucks

from a U.S. military base in Rivolto, Italy,

and his prize was me looming over him

with a Walther PPK.

No, wait.

Uh, it was a suppressed

H&K USP .45 at the back of his head.

And he started begging, like they all do,

and I usually pulled the trigger

before the waterworks began,

but this time I listened.

(HUTCH SIGHS)

I heard a man who genuinely regretted his choices

and wanted nothing more than to shed his wolf skin

and return to the pasture as a lamb.

I quietly let Alan go.

A year later, I went back to check on him,

fully expecting to find him back unto the fold.

Alan was living in Boise, Idaho.

He had a wife.

She came with two kids.

They had another on the way. They had a dog.

He was working 9:00 to 5:00.

Nothing there to skim.

And he was smiling.

Like a goddamn Buddha.

That motherfucker!

I am not a jealous guy,

but in that moment, I wanted what Alan had.

So I told my bosses I was out of the game.

They were not happy to hear it.

They didn't believe I could do it.

I gave it my all.

I really did.

It was good.

You know, it was better than I expected.

I might have, uh, over corrected.

But...

Sneaky devil.

Fucking kitty-cat bracelet.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Fun fact.

Bone burns to ash at 1,500 degrees,

and this basement is designed to double that,

so they won't be finding you among the rubble.

Deep down, I always knew it was a facade.

It lasted a lot longer than I expected.

(CLASSIC JAZZ SONG PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) I see trees of green

Red roses, too

I see them bloom

For me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

I see skies of blue

And clouds of white

The bright blessed day

The dark sacred night

And I think to myself

(LOCK BEEPS)

What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow

So pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces

Of people going by

I see friends shaking hands

Saying, "How..."

49-liter V-8, he said.

Zero to 60 In...

I'm about to find the fuck out.

I see friends shaking hands

Saying, "How do you do?"

They're really saying

I love you"

I hear babies cry

I watch them grow

They'll learn much more

Than I'll ever know

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

Yes, I think to myself

What a wonderful world

Oh, yeah

(WESTERN PLAYING ON TV)

(SIGHS)

Come on, Davey.

Please turn that shit down.

(MUFFLED GROANING)

HUTCH: I'm buying this place. What?

That's my offer.

Holy shit.

Well, hold on a minute. I get a say in this.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do. Pop, don't!

We put our blood, sweat and tears into this place.

Charlie, sit your ass down right now. Listen to your father.

(GROANS)

Okay. Sit down.

Breathe. Breathe deep, okay?

There you go. That's it.

But what am I gonna do?

I don't give a shit.

(GROANS)

Deal.

Now get out of here.

NEWS ANCHOR ON TV: Three unidentified bodies were found dead

in a suspicious car accident last night on Route 34.

Authorities are still trying to figure out the cause

and if anyone else is involved.

If you have any information on this accident,

you are encouraged to call the...

(KEYPAD BEEPS)

(MAN ON PHONE SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Yulian, the old man killed our guys and disappeared.

What do you want to do?

Get me every man we have.

HARRY: Yo, Hutch, you there?

Hutchie boy.

Dude, fucking with the Russians?

Classic, Hutch.

Fucking with that batshit crazy Yulian?

I mean, that's a whole other level of recklessness, man.

I got to do what I got to do.

Yeah, of course, right, and get yourself shot.

That's going to solve everything.

They came after my family.

They came at Dad. I know.

Who the fuck you think helped Pop clean this shit up?

I've got a plan.

You got a fucking plan. Listen, Hutch.

I'm not coming out of hiding to save your white ass...

(SLOW POP BALLAD PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) To dream the impossible dream

To fight the unbeatable foe

To bear

With unbearable sorrow

To reach

The unreachable star

This is my quest

To follow...

(INAUDIBLE)

No matter how hopeless

No matter how far

To fight for the right

Without question or pause

To be willing to march into hell

For a heavenly cause

And I know

If I'll only be true

To this glorious quest

That my heart

Will lie peaceful and calm

When I'm laid to my rest

And the world

Will be better for this

That one man scorned And covered with scars

Still strove

With his last ounce of courage

To fight

The unbeatable foe

To reach

The unreachable

Star...

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

Mr. Mansell.

Hey.

Enjoying the meal?

Nah...

I came for the show.

Cute. (CHUCKLES)

You have some nerve to be here like this.

Yeah. Maybe.

What say you and I have a moment?

(IN RUSSIAN)

Everybody out.

Now, on the one hand,

there's a long-dormant piece of me, now awake,

that wants so very badly to play this out.

The other, more reasonable piece of me,

what's left of it,

would like to end our little téte-a-téte right now.

What's done is done.

After all, we can both rebuild, right? Right.

Wait. Rebuild?

I burned it.

All of it.

What all?

Everything you have.

Had.

Everything you had.

My art?

Obshak!

You should've seen it go up.

(CHUCKLES) It was something.

I mean...

This doesn't make us even,

because after all, you came to my house,

which you know you don't fucking do!

You killed my brother.

The last I saw, he was still breathing.

And based on what little I know of the man,

that's probably more than he deserved.

Now...

You could come after me.

And if you succeed in taking me down,

you're still obligated to refinance the entire Obshak.

Which begs the question, can you?

Do you even want to?

Because I've heard that you want out.

What better time than right now?

Let's both quit.

You got a nest egg.

I mean, besides from what's still smoldering.

So”?

Get some work done.

Maybe, uh, open a tiki bar

in one of the lesser-known Caribbean islands,

and live your life far from me and mine.

Think it over.

I'll be nearby.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(IN RUSSIAN)

Get the cars!

WOMAN: (SINGING) Your love is like a tidal wave

Spinning over my head

Drownin' me in your promises

Better left unsaid

You're the right kind of sinner

To release my inner fantasy

The invincible winner

And you know that you were born to be

You're a heartbreaker dream maker, love taker

Don't you mess around with me

You're a heartbreaker dream maker, love taker

Don't you mess around, no, no, no...

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Your love has set my soul on fire

Burnin' out of control...

Fuck!

Now it's takin' its toll

You're the right kind of sinner

To release my inner fantasy

The invincible winner

And you know that you were born to be

You're a heartbreaker dream maker, love taker

Don't you mess around with me

You're the right kind of sinner

To release my inner fantasy

The invincible winner

And you know that you were born to be

(MUSIC STOPS)

What, you wanna quit now?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

HARRY: Hey, Hutchie!

Remember when I said don't do nothing stupid...

(GROANS)

...because I wouldn't come save your white ass?

Well, here I fucking am!

Now!

Dad?

(CHUCKLES) Son!

Get in there.

Wow.

You brought a lot of shotguns. You brought a lot of Russians.

You know...

I tried the retirement thing.

DAVID: I enjoyed it.

Sleep in late, breakfast,

walk around the quad.

Lunch, nap, swim.

But God damn it, Hutchie...

If I didn't miss this shit.

(SHOTGUN COCKS)

(BEEPS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.

Prepare for takeoff.

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHS)

Dasvidaniya.

(BOTH YELLING)

(SOFT POP BALLAD PLAYING)

Hold your head up high

And don't be afraid

Of the dark

Walk on through the wind

Walk on, walk on

With hope in your heart

And you'll never

Walk alone

You'll never walk

Alone

(YELLS)

You out? Yeah.

Dad, you out? Yeah.

YULIAN: Had you just stolen the Obshak,

we could have found a way out.

But to burn it all down?

I got emotional.

No, you got stupid, Mr. Mansell!

And your family will pay the price!

What's he doing?

The fuck you doing, man?

Everybody dies...

Some sooner than others.

(COUGHING)

Let me help you there, Hutchie.

Just a bit excessive,

but glorious.

Glorious, my ass.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Thank you.

Thank you.

(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)

Well, that don't sound too good. Yeah.

Get out of here, all right? I got this.

Yeah.

Well, Hutchie, you both got what you wanted.

And I got shot.

Hi. This is Rebecca Mansell.

Please leave your name and number,

and I'll call you right back.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

HUTCH: Becca, it's me. I, uh...

(SIGHS) I owe you everything.

My life before you was...

Well, you know.

Thanks for letting me pretend I was someone else.

If you give me another chance,

I'll try to get it right this time.

I love you.

Who the fuck are you?

Me?

Me, I'm...

I'm nobody.

That ain't much of an answer.

Trust me,

it's answer enough.

That's rich.

(PHONES RINGING)

Yeah. Yeah, what?

(SLOW JAZZ BALLAD PLAYING)

And right this way, we've got the beautiful dining room.

The walls used to be a lot darker,

but it's been recently renovated

to have a brighter look.

BECCA: Baby, look at the light.

And as you can see,

the previous owners were foodies

who valued the kitchen above all else.

La cucina. La cucina motto bella.

Custom-built cabinetry,

granite countertops,

high-end stainless steel appliances...

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Sorry.

You name it, this kitchen's got it.

And with that, we've...

I'm sorry.

That's okay. I know the life. Go ahead.

Thanks.

The pond. Hello, this is...

The private pond. Yes.

Yeah. It's for you.

Hutch here.

Thanks. Um...

Does this house have a, uh...

A basement?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on, baby let me thrill your soul

Come on, baby let the good times roll

Roll all night long

Come on, baby yeah, this is it

This is something I just can't miss

Come on, baby let the good times roll

Roll all night long

Feel so good, sugar

When you're home

Come on, baby

Rock me all night long, honey

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Feel so good now that you're home

Come let me hug ya

Come let me kiss ya

Come let me see what I've been missing

Feel so good...

Tell me again about that guy you shot on the stairs.

It was three guys, Pops. Three.

Really?

I still don't believe it. Well, it still happened.

Why can't we just fly there?

With this luggage?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

All right

Hey

Come on, baby let the good times roll

Come on, baby let me thrill your soul

Come on, baby let the good times roll

Roll all night long

Come on, baby

Let the good times roll

Come on, baby let me thrill your soul

Come on, baby let the good times roll

Roll all night long

Come on, baby let the good times roll

Come on, baby let me thrill your soul

Come on, baby let the good times roll