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Come on, Sam.

Wake up, little boy.

Sleepy time's over.

Yo, Mr. Paxton.

Come on, Sam.

Don't make me have to
start chopping limbs here.

Come on.

There he is.

The man of the hour
has officially arrived.

Let me just say how good it is

to finally meet ya, Sam.

You swing like a girl.

Jesus Christ.
You look like shit.

Yeah well you're
still fucking short.

Even with those lifts
in your boots.

Look at you.

God damn,
you look like my sister.

I know.
Tell me about it.

- Jesus Christ.
- Is she hot?

Eh, she's better
looking than you.

It's nice you came
to visit.

You can leave that open.

Yeah, you should
probably let this place air out.

Want a beer?

Ah shit man, is
there a fucking choice?

Not really.

Welcome to paradise.

Paradise, is that
what we're calling this place?

Okay.

How've you been?

How's the misses?

How's your mom?

Sorry, buddy.

Don't be sorry, man.

It's all right.

Cancer's a bitch, brother.

Yeah, too bad some things
that could really help are illegal.

That's actually what
I wanted to talk to you about.

What are you doing
for money nowadays, Jimmy?

Staying out of
trouble; that's what matters.

Well, you remember
that second tour in Kandahar?

Remember the village,

the one
with the marijuana fields?

You trying to get
me to grow pot with you, Sam?

Look, we learned
something major over there, man.

You gonna tell me that putting
that to use

and making some money out of it,

that's something
you never thought of?

I'm not your guy.

No?

No, you're right, I must be
mistaking you for the other guy

with the foreclosure notice
on his door.

Thanks for the visit,
Sam.

Look, Jimmy, what
are you gonna do, huh?

At some point, someone is
gonna come and kick you out

of your paradise here.

And then you're either
gonna end up back over there

or somewhere worse.

No, hey.
Listen to me... look.

I watched my mother wither away

when I knew I could have
done something about it.

I'm not talking about fucking
selling weed here, Jimmy.

I'm talking about doing
something real, okay?

Cancer?
It's curable.

It's more of a business
than it is a disease.

You know those
weren't all marijuana fields

out there in Kandahar.

Half that was poppy.
Opium fields.

Exactly.

Marijuana's only been
only illegal all these years

because of the big fat
douche bags

running corporate America.

First, it was
William Randolph Hearst

looking to line of pockets

of his newspaper empire
with gold.

Then in the '80s,

pharmaceutical companies.

They kept this shit,

a schedule one narcotic,

because it helps fight diseases
that they don't want cured.

Because if they help
heal everyone,

who are they gonna get
to buy the drugs?

Look, what do you
think is gonna happen?

What, they're gonna
buy my research

and start clinical trials?

You sound like
some tree hugging hippie.

You do not know
what's gonna happen.

Oh, I don't, huh?

No, you don't, Sam.

Do you ever think

you just don't want to see
your work come to an end?

I love your passion, but
what's the point of all this

if you're just gonna
hold your work hostage?

Let's not forget here,
Amanda,

I grow marijuana, all right?

Excuse me?
I do not give my husband up

four nights a week
for marijuana.

You know Mrs. Singer?

Yeah, yeah.
She's the one

that calls me Kevin Bacon,
right?

Wait, she didn't?

She went
into remission this week.

She's stage four
pancreatic; that's impossible.

They're calling it
a miracle.

All the doctors are taking
credit for it.

In reality, I've been
giving her your CBD extract

for the past three months.

Amanda, you've been
administering my formula to patients?

Look, I know we
said we weren't going to,

but babe, it works.

No, no, no, look, that is...
it's far from FDA approved.

You can get in a lot of
trouble if you get caught.

Well maybe
it'd be legal

if you started playing ball
with the rest of the world.

Look, I know you have
your reasons.

No, we're not talking
about that.

Hey Amanda, Barry
wants to see you in his office.

I got to go.

I'll call you back later, bye.

Yeah?
Love you too.

You lose 50K at
one of Mr. Black's tables.

Now that's just fine...
hell, that's dandy.

We see that kind of thing
all the time.

We extend you a line of credit
to make your money back.

We don't need to do that,
but we did.

You make your money back.

You make our money back.

Time to settle up and walk away.

But you didn't settle up now,
did you, boy?

You did not walk away.

It's gambling.
That's how it works sometimes.

You hear that?

He's trying to tell me
how gambling works.

Ah, God damn it.

Oh.
Evening, boss.

Well, well, Mr. Renfro.

How are we tonight?

Please, I was
telling your man,

I can get you your money.

These things really start to
blur together after a while, don't they?

That they do, boss.
That they do.

Unfortunately,
you know how many guys

sat in that chair and told me
the same load of horse crap?

I know. I understand
that, but I can deliver.

You just got to give me
a couple days.

- What's he owe?
- About $100,000.

Whoa,
rich blood, Mr. Renfro.

And how do you plan on paying
me back in a couple of days?

- Mommy and daddy?
- Mm-mm!

- Or back to the fucking tables?
- Mm-mm!

That's what I thought, Ace.

Yes, sir.

Marijuana,
marijuana, hey.

You want to pay me
back 100 grand in marijuana?

More, double,
triple, just make him stop.

Hold up, Ace.

Fuck, thank God.

I would not thank God
just yet.

He's right.

My curiosity doesn't last
that long.

No.

Okay so my grandma
has this ranch, all right?

And a few years ago, she
took on this new tenant,

this medical marijuana
collective.

Are you trying to tell
us that your granny owns a pot farm?

Oh, kid, I may be
a lot of things,

but a pot dealer ain't
on the fucking list.

You don't understand.

This guy, Sam Paxton,

he's an ex-military guy.

He must've picked up some
tricks from Iraq

'cause he's got this formula.

I don't know what
he's splicing it with,

but apparently, this shit,

it fights cancer like
a motherfucker.

What's he using,
Miracle Grow?

What do you
mean it fights cancer?

Apparently
the entire medical industry

is trying to cut a deal
with him,

but he won't do it 'cause
of some hippy-dippy bullshit.

How do
I know this ain't bullshit?

That guy,
the black guy

who always sits
at your high stakes table.

His face is
in all those magazines.

Ask Ace. Ace, you know
who I'm talking about.

I think he's talking
about Carter Winslow, boss.

I know who he's
talking about, thank you.

Ask him if it's legit.

I bet he tried to cut
a deal himself.

Don't go anywhere.

Mr. Winslow, how are you,
my friend?

Caesar?

Heard you took me for
a ride on the tables tonight.

That's okay.

Usually finds its way
back one play or another.

Yeah.

Listen my friend.
I have a question for you.

- What's that?
- Call it a hypothetical.

You're talking
about the Paxton research.

I know it.

It might as well be a myth.

Problem is the tribe wants
to sell.

The chief doesn't.

Seems like he's a man
without a price.

Attend me closely, Caesar.

The one who gets me
that formula,

be it the chief,
one of the little Indians,

or somebody else,

that person will be very,
very well compensated.

All right.
We'll talk soon.

All right, kid, what am I gonna
find on granny's pot farm?

What kind of security
we talking about?

Chain link fence.

Local PD?

30 miles away at best.

All right,
Mr. Renfro.

You got 48 hours to get
granny off that farm.

Can you do that for me?

Well, what
happens after 48 hours?

Cut him loose.

What happens
after 48 hours?

All right, I'm gonna
hit the john real quick.

Sure you are.

His formula?

We've been working
on this for three years, we.

Me, him, you...

You know what I mean.

Well it's
too late anyway.

The ball's already rolling.

We haven't
handed anything over yet.

Ladies, what are
we doing here?

Now I know
that this is gonna sound

just shy of deplorable,

but you know it and I know it.

That lovely, lovely woman
back there

should have been in the dirt
months ago.

Now before I go in there
and ask Mrs. Seeger

why her hail Mary's are
different than the rest,

maybe you can shed a little
light on what I saw earlier.

We're taking
miracle completely out of it?

Not if by
miracle,

you mean your husband's
marijuana research, no.

Look, Amanda...
I know you mean to help

and although I don't doubt
you're onto something here,

you cannot give
my patients weed.

It was
a concentrated CBD extract.

It's not what
I prescribed.

Then why
don't you prescribe it?

Oh, that's right, because
it's not made by one of them.

Excuse me?

I'm sorry.
That was out of line.

No, you listen to me.

There was a time that
I was young and na�ve too,

and I had what I thought

were good ideas
and great intentions.

But out here in the real world,

we professional people have
to play along with these rules

that were put in place
long before we were here.

And until your CBD extract

is packaged and labeled
as a medicine,

it's still weed, my dear.

Now why don't you take
the rest of the afternoon

and go and review
your job requirements?

I don't think
that that'll be necessary.

That is
not a suggestion, Amanda.

We weren't here
yesterday.

Jane's been the one
drowning the plants.

Yeah?

How about you come water
these plants

and I'll make doodles
on the clipboard?

Hey. Any of you guys
seen the old lady at all today?

Has she been floating around?

Are we supposed to?

She always just stays
in her room anyway.

That worthless
grandson of her's

ever stop by this week?

Yeah, yeah, he was here.

His face was all
bruised up actually.

You tell him
to fuck off?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.
Hey! Get down.

Eye in the sky,
how we looking? Over.

Yeah, Amanda, I got
to call you back, all right?

Hello, Sam.

Who the fuck is this?

There will
be time for that later.

Right now,
I need you to listen.

Are you the motherfucker
that just killed my entire team?

I wouldn't
do that if I were you.

Listen to me,
motherfucker.

I don't know what kind
of sick joke

you're fucking playing here.

Oh you must mean
the joke

about keeping you alive.

it's gonna be in your best
interest to listen to me.

I'm not playing
your game, motherfucker.

Cops?
They're on the way.

Damn it.

Fuck!

Piece of shit.

Fuck.

What?

Game?
No, this is not a game, Sam.

But we do have a clock.

And right now, that clock
is ticking.

Listen to me,
you twisted son of a bitch.

Whatever it is that you want,

whoever it is you want,

I am not your guy.

Well, as we speak,
a black SUV

is heading right for you.

And yes, the heavily armed
men inside will kill you

when they see
that you are still alive.

- Fuck.
- Don't believe me?

Take a peek outside.

Hey, welcome back, Sam.

Why is there a truck
heading down my driveway?

You're not
gonna want to stick around

to find out.

Look, man... I don't
know who you think I am

or what it is that
you think I have.

Your special formula?

You grow weed that drastically
reduces cancer cells

and you think you can
keep that a secret?

Get that formula and get
to the other greenhouse.

Who do we have here?

What the fuck?

Who the hell are these clowns?

I said
the greenhouse.

Does this look like a
fucking greenhouse to you?

We got a problem
in here.

Our friend ain't in here, boss,

and I don't see
no formula either.

Well, hello, gorgeous.

Gentlemen still lurking about
this shit hole you call a ranch,

good afternoon.

My name's Mr. Black.

Where'd they put it?

Ah, where'd they put it?

Now I understand that my

killing all your friends

and well,
planning to kill you too

makes it hard for you to trust
what I'm about to say next,

but I give you my word as a man

that if you come forth
with what I want,

I will let you walk away
from what I'm assuming

has gotta be the worst
fucking day of your lives.

However, if you do not
come out and we find you,

once again, I give you my word

that you'll wish
you would have fallen

with your comrades back there.

Gentlemen, you have
one fucking minute.

Stay low,
get deeper into the room.

How's this guy
fucking seeing me?

All right, looks
like you have some company.

Shit.

Who do we have here?

Found him on the john.

Almost blew
his own God damn head off.

That was you?

It was a terrible shot.

Miller, you seeing anything?

Not a fucking thing.

He's not in here.

Let's move.

Look, you got
the wrong guy, all right?

I don't know anything.
I just work here.

Fucking Tim.

Seriously,
you got to believe me.

Shit.

Now why is
it people always say that?

Beats me.

"I don't know anything.

Please don't kill my
entire lineage, Mr. Black.

You got the wrong guy."

Son, yo, eyes on me.

This next part's very important.

I need your undivided attention.

The only thing keeping you
alive is what you know.

So for your own sake,
don't sell yourself short.

You clear the rest of the house?

Empty, sir.

Hey, this is Sam.
You know what to do.

Sam, it's me.
Call me back.

Okay.
So who's our lucky contestant?

I take it you haven't been

in many situations
like this before.

I'mma guess not.

No?

Course not.

I do not remember
telling you to move.

Oh, yeah?

You gonna shoot me?

What makes
you think I won't?

Nah, if you were gonna
shoot me,

you'd have done it already.

Nah, my guess is this piece
of paper in my pocket's

got some value to you, pal.

Oh, he thinks he's clever.

Oh yeah, well, you
don't gotta be Sherlock Holmes

to figure out that you're
keeping me alive

so you can double cross
your boss.

Double cross... is
that what you think this is?

Yeah, well I doubt Mr.
Whatever the fuck his name is

is here to play find
the pot farmer.

Let's try something.

You like movies, kid?

I love when he does this.

I like "Toy Story".

- No.
- No.

- Not quite.
- Not at all.

I was
thinking more like "Casino."

You ever see that picture?

Yeah, it's a classic.

Kid's got good taste, Ace.

Damn good taste, boss.

You remember
that scene where Pesci

has that poor fuck's head
in the vice?

Of course you do.

Personally, my favorite fucking
scene in the whole movie.

Now the mick with his head
in the vice,

who was he trying to protect?

You remember the name?

Ace, you remember the name?

Yeah, it was Charlie
something.

It was M.

What was that?

You say something, boy?

It was Charlie M.

- Charlie M!
- It was Charlie M.

I love that scene.

Now don't be stupid by trying
to protect any Charlie M's

'cause at the end of the day,

did the mick's eye getting
popped in his fucking head

protect Charlie M?

I don't know.

They didn't put that
in the movie.

Son, I can
assure you it did not.

So now, let's start
with your name.

Timothy.

Okay, Timothy.

At this point, I'm sure
you probably assumed

that most of your buddies
are dead.

Dead and gone,
dead and gone.

Why are you doing this?

Look at Timmy
boy asking the questions.

One second he's not talking

and the next
he's asking questions.

Say, boss, don't they
have a word for that in Yiddish?

Yeah, they do.

It's called having chutzpah.

Chutzpah, that's
what it was; it was chutzpah.

Hey, boys, let's get those
bodies out of that greenhouse.

Timmy boy,
we're gonna get

your dead cronies out here,

but I'm not gonna lie
to you; it's not pretty.

But I need you to focus

because the faster
you identify them,

the quicker we get to figure out

who is trying to be
a fucking hero

and the faster we get to put
an end to this dreadful day.

You think you can do that,
Timmy boy?

Fuck.

All right, Sam.
You still with me?

No, I went out
for a fucking cup of coffee.

I'm assuming
you have some protection

stashed on that ranch.

Yeah.

Okay.
Where are you, you prick?

Hey, Mr. Paxton?-

- Fuck.

All right.
There's a shotgun in the house.

That would work.
Unfortunately for you,

your buddy outside
ruined that option.

The old lady,

she's got a revolver
behind the TV.

You're ex-military

and all you keep is
a revolver and a shotgun

on your pot farm?

Yeah?
Well we never had to deal

with a fucking hostage situation
before, you demented fuck.

And wait a second. How'd you
know I was in the military?

We need to
get you in that house

and we need to get you
to that gun.

And the men
with the AR-15s?

Sam, it's like I've
been telling you all along.

You're gonna
need to trust me.

Right.

Thank you, fellas.

Now do be so kind

as to find us our last
remaining amigo.

And that's Jane.
Was Jane.

What was that, boy?

Easy, Ace.
Our boy here is having a rough day.

My apologies, sir.

Go Sam, now.

So if you're Timothy,

that leaves our remaining
mystery man

to be Sam Paxton.

And your boss, Mr. Sam Paxton,

for lack of a better word,

has concocted
this specific formula

for growing cannabis.

Where might I find this
special formula, Timmy boy?

So you're telling
me you killed all these

fucking people
over a weed formula?

Look, the only formula
that I know about

is in the lock box
underneath the work bench

in the greenhouse
that you redecorated.

Really?

One lockbox coming in.

This lockbox?

Hmm.

And hold.

The house, go, now.

If you can't
help me locate this formula,

the only use I have
for you alive

is in the finding
of this fucking guy.

Run, Sam.

Okay, you're alone in there
for now.

Let's get to that gun.

So, uh, is your
grandmother always here?

Always in her room.

She got dementia
and a whole bunch of other shit.

Honestly, I'm surprised
she's still kicking it.

So what makes you guys think
you're gonna be any different

from the rest
of the weed growers out there?

Well, let's just
say we plan on growing

a little faster
than the rest of them.

How?

Put a little cocaine
in the soil?

Trick you picked up
in Iraqistan?

Actually, we're experimenting
with infusing the weed withniac-

- Cutting, splicing,
whatever, I don't really care.

The point is you need
my land to do

whatever it is you got to do.

Your grandmother's
land... and it's Iraq.

And we served in Afghanistan.

Iraq, Afghanistan,
it's all the same shit.

It's the Middle East.

Look man, we got some
other places

that we want to look at.

The truth is we like your
spot because it's secluded.

You want to be
as far away

from the police as possible,
just say it.

I hate it out here.

Nobody likes it out here
except for my grandpa.

You don't say.

He was the one
who decided to move out here.

He was one of you guys, 'Nam.

But he was a bit of a quack

so he moved out here
with my grandma...

He's dead now.

Honestly, I'm gonna sell this place
the second she, uh, you know...

Is this guy
fucking serious?

Yeah, I am serious.
You've got a problem with that?

A little bit.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's no problem.

So we got a deal?

You guys set up shop on my land

and I get 20% of your
yield or no, no, it's 25%

'cause I assume you guys
aren't licensed.

Fuck no. I'm not
partnering with this guy.

- Jimmy, wait.
- No.

Just give me
one second, okay?

Jimmy!

Hey Jimmy, come on,

hey, hey, come on, hey.

Hey, hey hold up, hold up.

- What?
- Wait.

I'm not
partnering with that fuck.

Look, we can negotiate
with him.

Fuck that.

That guy's a scumbag.

Let's go find somewhere else.

There is nowhere else.

No one's gonna take us
without licenses and rent.

That's why we need a place
that's under the radar.

What, what?

I'm sorry;
you're not seeing this clearly.

Oh, come on, don't
give me that bullshit, bro.

Sam, there's no
under the radar

when you have a partner
you can't trust.

Look... your mom's gone.

Rushing this isn't gonna
bring her back.

That's not what
this is about.

No?

If that's the case,
then let's go.

Wrong choice.

Look me up when you realize it.

So I take it
we have a deal?

Sam, although I can't see

that beautiful face of yours,

I can see that
you're not moving.

Yeah, I'm moving,
I'm moving.

All right, Mr. Black.

I've been working on this
farm for about six months now.

If it's the weed you want...

I know how to grow it.

I got your formula in my head.

Could've done without the
mass killing, genocide you

brought upon our land here.

But you know,
a couple body bags,

little bit of bleach,

no one's the wiser.

You're
a regular riot, Timmy boy.

Funny kid.

I think
he's fucking serious, Ace.

Why don't you knock some sense into
him, will ya please?

Thought you'd never
ask, boss.

Stay away from
me you fucking creep-

So where did you serve?

What was that?

Well you're Army, right?

You know?
I admire the effort

to turn the tables, Sam,

but that is gonna be
a real non-starter.

Oh, shit.
Where is she?

The gun, Sam.

No, no.
She's always in here.

She, who?

Fucking Parker.

How long do
I have to stay here again?

I don't like your place.
It smells funny.

Just a few more
days, grandma.

They're fumigating the farm.

I told you last week, remember?

Well, all right.

Look, grandma,
I got to run for a bit.

Are you okay to stay here
by yourself?

Do you like
people talking to you

when you're in the bathroom?

I gotta run.
I'll be back.

So who is it?

Jesus Christ.
What is it with this kid?

Who's who?

Who's sick?

Fuck you talking about?

Is it your kid?

Is it your baby girl?

Hey, baby doll.

Is it Mrs. Black?

Are you gonna
shut him the fuck up already?

Yes, sir.

Look, fists are fine.
You don't need a knife.

- Shhh.
- You don't need a fucking knife.

We're gonna
roll on plan B boys, over.

Okay.
It's party time.

You have a mark in the house
with you.

If you're gonna take one out,

now's your chance.

Yo, Mr. Paxton!

That's your boy Timothy
squealing out here.

Unless you want me
to chop him up

into nice even
eight ounce packages,

I suggest you come outside
and play.

He's in there.
Go find him.

Fucking amateur hour here,
Timmy boy.

I'm really scraping the bottom of
the barrels these days, aren't I?

Midnight cowboy
coming in at your six.

Yeah. Vice is down.
Over.

You know, I'm
usually not one for this stuff,

but I gotta say,

you guys do a damn good job.

Take it easy now,
Sam.

I know what you're thinking,
don't do it.

The hell I'm not.

You need Black alive.

Like Hell I do.

Once again,
a little trust is gonna go a long way.

Yeah, shoot me.

He has Amanda.

Fuck did you just say?

Hey, hey cocksucker.

How do you know that name?

How the fuck do you know
that name?

I missed the part
where that matters.

Fuck.

If you go
on a rampage now,

even if you manage
to take out Black,

you'll never see
your wife again.

Fuck you.

You said that already.

Yeah?
Did I say this?

If I were you, I'd shoot me

because whoever
the fuck you are,

when I find you,

and I will find you,

you'll be lucky
if all I do is kill you,

you fucking piece of shit.

Motherfucker.

Come on, pick
up the fucking phone, Sam.

Not today,
motherfucker.

Fuck does this
schmuck think he's doing?

- Come to join the party?
- What is this?

You were supposed to be
out of here hours ago.

Holy shit.

Are they all dead?

Hell's the maggot
doing here?

Came to see the show.

Find him a front row seat.
Will ya, pal?

My pleasure.

Whoa, this wasn't
part of the plan.

- This wasn't part of the...
- You done fucked up.

You lied to us.
You know you lied to us?

Okay.
Easy.

Sit down, shut up.

I owed you 100 grand.
This is insane.

You forgot to
tell us that your mad scientist

watched "Rambo"
one too many times.

Eye in the sky.
How's it looking?

He's a fucking ghost.

This
little charade has gone on

way further than my patience
will allow.

Yo, Sam, I didn't want to
have to kill anyone else

but as far as I'm concerned,

this next one's on fucking you.

Come out now, Sam,
or Timmy boy here gets it.

I mean it, Sam, five seconds
or your boy gets it.

Four, three, two...

One-

- That's him.

Imma get you, boy.

No, Sam, no!

Give it up, Sam.

Fuck's going on out there?

You might want someone

to take a look
at that leg of yours.

Reel him in, Ace.

Family's all here now.

Sam.

Amanda.

Sam.

Sam.

Sam.

Sam.

- Sam.
- Sam.

Sam?

Come on, Sam.

Wake up, little boy.

Sleepy time's over.

Yo, Mr. Paxton.

Come on, Sam.

Don't make me have to
start chopping limbs here.

There he is.

The man of the hour
has officially arrived.

Let me just tell you
how good it is, Sammy boy,

to finally fucking meet you.

Look who's here.

Baby, don't worry.

- I'm gonna get us out of here.
- Look at these two.

Okay?

- Trust me.
- All right,

enough of the reunion.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck me?

Whoo!
That's my boy.

Easy.

I did not want to have
to do that, Sam.

We started off
on the wrong foot here,

and I can appreciate
the gravity of the situation.

I mean, I kill most
of your buddies,

I kidnap your adorable,
lovely wife.

Hell, I even busted
your fucking gate out here.

And if you had a little doggy,

I probably would've
shot that too.

You murdered
innocent people

over a formula for growing weed?

You sadistic fuck.

Yeah,
you're right, I did.

And you want to know why?

Because the good Lord has
cursed his greatest creation

when he gave us free will, Sam.

Saving lives, taking lives...

In the grand scheme of things,

does it really make
a difference?

Because I got to ask you,

I don't know who she is,

but if she needed you,

what would you do to save her,
Sammy boy?

That's what it's all about, pal?

Distilled irrigation,
phosphorus, 15% potassium.

Not that I know what
the fuck I'm looking at here,

but I have to say
I am impressed.

I mean after all,

your little set up out here

ain't exactly
a breakthrough type of place.

Now, now boss, didn't
Microsoft start in a garage?

If you got
what you wanted,

then why are you still here?

Million dollar question.

You see when grandma's
little strunzo over here

told me about you,

I have to say that
I was dubious at best.

I mean, here's a guy that pulls
off the fucking unthinkable.

The guy actually develops a cure

for a disease that's
got a greater death toll

than the fucking Holocaust

and he doesn't want to
cash in his golden ticket

and get rich.

When I heard this,
I says to myself,

I got to meet this fucking guy.

Come on, open up.

What is it, Sam?

What is it?

What are you
talking about?

I got a hard time
believing

that a man
that's so fucking good,

a man that's so self-righteous

doesn't want to heal anyone?

Something's not lining up here,
Sam.

You'll never understand.

Look at me, a piece of shit
like you,

you'll never understand.

What are you
not telling everyone, Sam?

What's not on this list?

I'll put a bullet in the
back of her head, I swear it.

- What is it?
- All right, fine, it's...

Motherfucker.

Hey, no, it's okay.
It's over.

Shit.

If I were you, I'd shoot
me.

Because whoever the fuck
you are,

when I find you,

and I will find you,

you'll be lucky
if all I do is kill you,

you fucking piece of shit.

Hey, look at me, baby.

It's okay. I'm gonna get us out of
here, all right?

Okay?

Tim, you okay?

Yeah.

That asshole fucked me up,
didn't he?

Hey, he's not gonna
shoot us.

Look at me.
He's not gonna shoot us.

Sam, your leg.

Baby.

Are you okay?
I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

I love you.

Honey, is that you?

Baby girl,
why you sleeping in here?

It's closer to the bathroom.

What happened to your shoulder?

Little scratch,
never mind.

How you feeling, baby doll?

Well, you look as stunning
as ever.

You do.

Listen, I don't want you
to worry.

I'm working on something.

I don't lose, not you.

I miss you.

I love you.

I miss you.

You once said
I'd wind up back at war

or somewhere worse.

Guess I chose somewhere worse.

What's up, Vincent?

Jimmy,
how are we doing?

- All right.
- Drinking or working?

- Working.
- Ah, Victor, my man.

I am in desperate need
of tequila.

It's Vincent.

Isn't that what
I just said?

Oh fuck, God, I'm really
sucking a fat one tonight,

let me tell ya.

Oh, apologies if that's
what you're into, man.

Hey, don't I know you
from somewhere?

No.

Some personality
on him, eh?

That'll be 16 bucks.

Oh, I thought
it was on the house here.

Oh, sorry, pal.
Policy just ended.

I just lost
100 grand...

Fuck.

All right, kid.
What am I gonna find

on granny's pot farm?

What kind of security
we talking about?

Chain link fence.

Local PD?

30 miles away at best.

All right,
Mr. Renfro.

You got 48 hours to get
granny off that farm.

Can you do that for me?

Well, what
happens after 48 hours?

Cut him loose.

What happens
after 48 hours?

So let me get
this straight.

You're asking me to take out
seven men inside of a minute?

Asking?

Hell, we're telling.

I thought you had some
laundry list of confirmed kills.

Isn't this sort of thing supposed
to be in your wheelhouse?

We were gonna give you
70 large for doing this,

but now, you see,
now I'm getting a sudden urge

to make our little arrangement
here performance based.

I'mma tell you what.

We're gonna give you 10 grand
for every head you splatter

before we roll in
with the cleanup crew.

You go seven for seven now,

I'll personally
guarantee you 80.

Sounds good.

Anything else?

We good here, boss?

The leader.

This Sam Paxton.

I want him alive.

You wound him, but he's
alive when we get there.

You got that?

And how am I supposed
to know which one he is?

I'm sure
you've found yourself

in a police lineup or two.

Figure it out, okay, slick?

You can go now.

Oh and Ace,
let's find out if our guy's a family man.

We're gonna
need some insurance.

You know, boss,
I'll notify Carl and Willy

to pick up the next of kin,

but may I ask out
of pure curiosity,

why are we leaving
this man alive?

If you knew
the six winning jackpot numbers,

but for some reason
you're not cashing in,

would you write down all six,

leave 'em around
for two crooks like us to steal,

or would you put down five

and leave one
in the safe up here?

That, plus I'd just
like to know the reason.

The reason, boss?

Why is
this man not cashing in?

Sam, pick up.

Yeah, hello?

Hey, Sam.
Been a bit, bro.

Oh, by the way, been a gun
for hire the last three years

and my latest job

is to kill you and all your men.

But how you been?

You know, brother,

I bet neither of us

figured the paths of our
bad choices would cross.

And then he said,
Charlie M or something,

I don't know.

It was weird.

Charlie M,
what is that?

It's from
the movie "Casino".

You ever seen "Casino"?

No.

Yeah it's weird,
I don't know.

Is this over now?

I got to get
you somewhere safe.

Are you gonna
tell me what's going on?

It was Jimmy.

Jimmy, your
old war buddy, Jimmy?

He did all this?

Well yeah, but he's also
the reason we're still alive.

Great, I'll be sure
to send him

a thank you letter.

What about you, Tim?

All I know is
I don't want to see

that fucking maniac ever again.

But besides,
someone's got to stick around

and water the plants.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I couldn't get
to you before, um...

before all this.

I'm still breathing,
right?

Are you okay?

You haven't said anything
the whole ride.

I have a lot
of unanswered questions.

I know you're the victim,

but that monster

seemed like he was going
to expose you, Sam,

as if he knew
some sort of secret.

What secret?

I don't know,

but when he held
a fucking gun to my head,

it seemed as if you were
about to blurt it out.

We're there.

Of course we are.

So what's the plan?

Hey.

That's your plan?

That's the plan?

You're not gonna have
to use it.

But if you do,
it's just like the range.

Hey, unless you hear
anything, stay here, okay?

I guess
we'll finish this later.

Noscapine.

Nosca, what?

If you
reverse engineer opium,

you can isolate a compound
called noscapine.

It's not an addictive
pain killer,

so big pharma's
got no use for it,

but it inhibits cancer cells.

What?

Oh Jesus, fuck.

Fuck.
What the fuck?

Sam?

Put the fucking
gun down, man.

What the fuck?
Hey, Jimmy...

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Put the fucking
gun down.

Jesus Christ.
Hey, look.

Oh my.
Fuck.

Jesus.

Nah, come on, man.
This is bullshit.

You find my letter?

Yeah, man.
I found your letter.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

Hey, Jimmy, look...

I said I found the letter.

Well if you're not here to kill
me, what do you want?

I take it
your boss is still alive?

You don't want
to go there.

I want my family safe.
All right?

The way I see it,

you don't get to take
your life until I take his.

Now you gonna put
that fucking gun down?

Stop pointing
that gun at my husband.

It's not for me.

Sorry about
this whole mess, darlin'.

Just put it down,
Jimmy.

Wasted my last bullet
on you anyways.

So this Mr. Black,
how do we get him?

If you're guessing
Black was a fake name,

you're right.

His real name is Caesar Bonnano,

bastard of the Bonnano
crime family.

His father was an Italian
and his mother was a Jew,

making him a half-breed,

meaning he could only rise
so far in the mafia

and he knew that.

So, changed his name,
moved out west.

His mob ties have loosened
over the years.

So long as he kicks back
something every now and again,

he's his own boss.

Family? Wife? Kids?

He's got a
daughter, pretty smart kid.

She goes to Cal-Tech.

Wife though,
doesn't leave the house much.

No?

She's got
stage three leukemia.

By the looks of it,
she's losing the battle.

Explains why
he's so obsessed with you.

Hmm.

Where do we find him?

He also runs an
underground gambling racket

outside of Los Angeles.

His high stakes tables bring
in some pretty high rollers.

That's padded the man's ego
quite a bit.

Although they still
think he's a crook.

He doesn't like that either.

Carter, welcome.

Nice to see you,
Caesar.

Charlie,
serve the man a drink... will ya, please?

What are
we drinking gentlemen?

Scotch man, if I recall?

Tequila.

Tequila, really?

Casa Leon, Charlie,
on the rocks.

Coming right up.

So, is this
the magic recipe?

Looks like I should have
brought the entire legal team.

Ha!
No need for that.

This is what you're looking for.

And I had to go to some
great lengths to get it.

And I'm here
to compensate.

Oh, you'll be
bringing me a lot of money

and not just what fits
in Ivan's briefcase over there.

Salud.

- L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

This is the
account I want my funds wired to

and this is the amount
you're gonna transfer tonight

before you leave.

And the Paxton formula's
all yours.

It doesn't
work exactly like that.

There has to be testing,
quality controls,

that kind of thing.

How do I even know this is real?

Because I have
to be some sort of idiot

to cross you.

And you know?
With all of my flaws,

I think I can clearly say
that idiocy ain't on the list.

Then there's
the simple fact that

this formula
doesn't leave here tonight

unless I'm a very happy man.

I have
to make a phone call.

Wait, before you
do, there's one more thing.

What's that?
You forget a zero?

Carter,
I'm no conspiracy theorist,

but you don't have to be to know

that you guys ain't
looking to cure jack shit.

Well now...

I get it, I do.

You guys got a bottom line.
World's got to spin.

Jokers don't understand
the troubles of a King.

Unfortunately, I find myself

on the wrong end
of the hierarchy.

You see, my wife,
she's got it...

She's dying.

And I'm the joker
that can't fix her.

But now you're a King
that can, and you will.

- I'll do my best.
- Your best?

See, there's something you
may already know about me.

Yeah, my head ain't
screwed on like most folks,

and I ain't playing
with a full deck,

but I am playing
with a fixed one,

meaning that, I don't
give a fuck who you are.

You do wrong by me,
and I'll gut ya.

Make Ivan and all
your king's men watch.

You really are
a sick fuck, aren't ya?

You have no idea.

Ah, now you can make
your phone call.

Pleasure seeing you
as always, Carter.

It was something.

Why don't you hit
the tables while you're here?

Tell you what.
First 100K's on me.

I'll take a rain
check on that.

Anytime.

What do ya say, Charlie?
Another round, me and you?

Pour it up.

Already on it.

I got this boss,
probably the pit.

Mr. B's, what's up?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, just a second.

Boss, I think you're
gonna want to take this.

Who is it, my wife?

Who is this?

I bet you're feeling
pretty good

about yourself right now.

Who are you
and how'd you get this number?

That was a nice move
you played

with the van and the horn.

They didn't teach
you double tap your target

in sniper school, you fuck?

Guess I must've
missed that day.

You're
a dead man, you know that?

You better find some fucking far
corner of the Earth to hide in

'cause I'm gonna fucking
kill you, you rat fuck.

I'm coming for ya.

Well before
I get my head start,

- let me ask you one question.
- And what's that?

How often do you pay
attention to the faces at your tables?

Is everything
all right, boss?

Yeah. Pull the
table cameras up on that thing,

will ya, please?

Yeah, one second.

Oh, this just
gets better and better.

You know when I taught you

about the good Lord's
biggest fuck up

about giving us free will,

I didn't think you'd take it
as a personal challenge.

Get up.

I'm on a bit
of a roll here.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, hey.

We'll set
you up at another table.

That's a shame.

Yeah, that guy was really
on a hot streak.

Shame.

Bust.

Play on, Sam.

Bust.

Looks like I stole your
queen there again, pal, huh?

Yeah, it would appear so.

So I just got off the
phone with your shit bag friend.

Oh, now you mean the
mercenary that you hired to kill me?

It would appear I
hired the wrong guy for the job.

Yeah, maybe so.

So why
are you here, Sammy?

'Cause I got to tell ya,

if you wanted to take me out,

there's got to be
100 better ways

you could have went about it

than strolling
through the lion's den.

Mmm, so I take it by now

you cashed in on what you
stole from me then, huh?

Oh, you missed the
boat on that big time, pal of mine.

Yeah, who was it?

Pfizer, Scriptol...

El Chapo.
What's it matter to you?

Ah, it doesn't

just as long
as it wasn't Scott's.

Scott's?

Yeah, they already know
the ingredients to Miracle Grow.

Fuck you talking about, kid?

You sold your buyer

the formula
for Scott's Miracle Grow.

You're shitting me.

I know a bullshitter
when I see one.

Do you?

You know,
I've been around a few blocks

in my day,

stared into the eyes
of a lot of people,

mostly cowards,
very few champions.

I'm gonna stop you
right there.

Oh, I see.

You think because you slid
a rook across the board,

took my queen, that you
got me in checkmate?

You're forgetting whose board

you're playing on, son.

Take a look around you.

What's to stop me from
dragging you out of here

in front of all these nice
people by your fucking balls

and beating the real
formula out of you, huh?

It's been a while since I
personally dismembered somebody.

You might be
a good fucking candidate.

Oh, we're laughing now?

Yeah, we're laughing now.

You want to see
something real funny?

You cocksucking
motherfucker.

I'll rip your balls off
and feed 'em to ya.

You know,
before you do that,

you may want to look
a little closer.

Look,
I know your kind.

You got some hair on your chest

but you wouldn't kill
an innocent woman.

Hmm, you know,
maybe you're right about that.

I wouldn't, but he would.

Hey, Jimmy.
You there with me?

Yeah,
tell him blood red's

really gonna clash
with his decor.

Look,
you hate me for what I did

to your precious
little pot farm.

But let's be real,

if it wasn't me, it would've
been somebody else.

You can't expect to hide
the cure for cancer,

think that no one's gonna
want to take it from you.

But yet you're
smart enough to know

that big pharma will chew
you up and spit you out.

Look, I know we got off
to a rocky start, granted,

but you need someone

to make sure the big boys
do right by you,

someone who's got markers
on guys

a lot more powerful
than Carter Winslow.

And that someone,
that's you?

If you could promise
me right here and right now

that you save her,
it'll have to be.

And I'm not just talking about
telling that rat fuck to stand down.

Why don't we finish
this business upstairs?

I could use a drink anyway.

Now you're
starting to make some sense.

Clyde.

Give me your piece.

I'm serious.

This cool with you,
boss?

Go ahead.

Lead the way.

Sammy, I just got to
know, 'cause I was right, wasn't I?

There's a key ingredient
you left off that list.

I guess there's no harm
in telling you now, right?

It's a compound found in opium.

Typical,
they keep the stuff

that can actually
help people locked up

while the entire industry
makes fucking billions

pushing poison without a cure.

Motherfucker.

Amanda,
get out of there.

Copy that.

Caesar Black wanted me
to tell you

that he mixed up your formula,

although I'm sure by now you
already figured that one out.

Who the fuck are you?

You wanted my
formula, right?

The real one?

It's yours.

Let me guess.
Sam Paxton.

You didn't have to bring that
gun to leave here a rich man.

Now I'm afraid
it's just not that simple.

You see, I have what you want.

Now you, Mr. Winslow,
have the power that I need,

and I'm not talking
about your money,

although you're gonna be
spending plenty of that too.

You see, within my research,

there are certain legal
red flags, let's call 'em.

Now what you're gonna do

is influence the FDA to get
around those legal red flags.

And once you do,
you and I are gonna be known

as the men that cured cancer.

The men that cured cancer?

No, now, I understand that
this right here means the end

to your biggest revenue stream,

but you are gonna have to see
that through a different lens

because while all your
other competitors out there

are gonna be offering
poison treatments, you sir,

you'll be the only guy
on the block with the cure,

exclusive to you.

You need to put
that gun down and get me a pen.

That's a good answer.