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♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Katherine ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Hey!

Make a wish, hon.

- Yuck.

- You can do better than that, come on!

Let's see what you got, Mighty Mouse!

Oh, someone's been doing her pushups, I can tell.

- 50 a day.

- That a girl.

Now, I want 50 miles an hour.

You got it.

- Nice!

We gotta go in soon.

Mom's got dinner on the table.

- And Coach said that there'll be college scouts there.

So that's why we gotta win to make it into the playoffs.

- Well, it's great to see such commitment,

but your mother and I, we're not sure

you should be putting softball first.

- But, Dad, I'm on honor roll.

- I know.

You don't have to worry about me.

- You can play, but you're getting a real degree.

- I'm gonna play, and we're gonna win, so.

♪ Alex for life ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Put your hands up ♪

♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up ♪

- That's what you get for fucking me over.

- I got this.

- You sure you got this?

- He's ready.

- Make me proud.

Now get out.

Woo!

We did it!

- You guys were in the zone!

- I know.

- Amazing game, Kat, I'm super proud.

Wanna go get tacos?

Hell yeah.

- You got it.

Great game, Coach!

- I told you we were gonna win.

- I didn't doubt you.

You were amazing out there.

- Coach said all the scouts were very impressed.

- He did?

Professional softball player and a lawyer?

I don't know, Kat, I'm not sure you can do both.

- You can, technically, but you just want me to be a lawyer.

- I just want you to have a regular source of income.

That's what I want.

- If I get a scholarship, I am saving you money.

You should be happy about that.

- You make a very good argument there,

but it's not me you gotta convince.

It's your mother.

- You always say that.

- I always say it 'cause it's true.

We only want the best for you.

But you totally nailed it today.

Thanks.

- Be right back.

Don't be taking off on me.

Hey, you know what you should be?

A comedian.

- If I left you here, what would I eat for dinner?

- Your mother's leftovers.

- I ain't going nowhere, I swear.

- Hey, Juana. - Hey.

- I've come to pick up.

Taco Tuesday.

Get out of the fucking car now, get out!

No, Dad, Dad!

Bitch, I'll fucking shoot you.

Dad!

Shut the fuck up.

- Dad!

Don't look at me!

- Dad!

What do you want from me?

Please, I don't have any money, I don't have anything.

Money?

I don't want your money, little girl.

I want your soul.

It's what Father wants.

To become one of us, to become it.

- Great, got the extra salsa and guac?

Show me you want it.

Show me.

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

It's done.

- Kat!

We gotta go, brother.

- Now. - Kat!

On the ground!

- Kat!

Help me!

William!

- Jen.

- What happened?

- They hurt her.

- Are you okay?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

No, no.

Oh, please, no, no, no.

- The Eatonton Journal emailed, asking for an interview.

William, did you hear me?

- I have to go meet with the prosecuting attorney.

- What do they want?

In the interest of getting this thug

off the streets as soon as possible,

his attorneys agreed to plead guilty

to assaulting an officer,

possession with the intent to distribute,

and resisting arrest, and that's all in addition

to his parole violations.

We're looking at five to seven.

- Years, that's it?

- If he keeps clean, he could be out in three,

but, yes, that's what it's looking like.

- This kid murdered my daughter.

He should be executed or life in jail, no parole.

- Mr. Duncan, we've got no video, no photos,

no eyewitnesses except you.

You got a concussion during the struggle.

You want everything riding on an eye test,

some optometrist they put on the stand

who's gonna say you were in shock and hallucinating?

- I know what I saw.

- Your biggest problem is that there's no gun.

- Well, they took it.

- Who's they?

I'm just saying what they're gonna say.

Look, if you wanna try to convince the DA

to take this to trial, you're welcome to.

But this case is so paper thin,

the judge is probably gonna throw it out,

and Danny Fetter is gonna be back on the streets.

At least this way, he's off for a good few years.

Basically, it's your word against his.

- It's bullshit is what it is.

It's bullshit, and you know it!

- I'm not disagreeing with you, Mr. Duncan,

but I gotta be honest, I had to schmooze

the judge to agree to half those charges.

The plea deal makes the most sense, trust me.

And that night, outside the Mexican restaurant

that you and your daughter visited,

can you point out the attacker that you saw

and physically fought with?

- No.

Settle.

- Not sure I can confidently identify

that man as the attacker, Your Honor.

- What the fuck are you doing?

- Mr. Duncan, are you absolutely sure

that you cannot confidently point out the attacker?

- Yes, Your Honor, I'm 100% sure.

- Mr. Fetter, you are free to go.

I see no reason to further waste this court's time.

Case dismissed.

- I'm so fucking proud of you.

You can do anything in this life, you know that?

You can do anything.

I love you.

Come on.

- You did good.

You can run this world, the streets, everything.

It can be yours.

If anybody tells you otherwise, you know what to do.

You're a man now.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Get in the truck.

Go see what that guy wants, all right?

Right.

Come on now.

Hurry the fuck up, bitch.

- All right, whatever.

You look like you could use some fun, baby.

- I'm fine, thanks.

- Missing out.

All right, let's get outta here now.

All right, man, I'm coming, yeah.

Don't fuck up with that other one, too, baby.

Got it.

Get your ass moving, come on.

Oh, motherfucker!

My leg is broke.

You.

You're that girl's pops.

- Yep.

Her pops.

- And you're here to kill me, huh?

What?

If you do this, there's no going back for you, asshole.

- You killed my little girl.

She was innocent.

- Yeah, sure about about that, huh?

She looked pretty good to me.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Katherine ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Oh, wait, look there.

What's?

- Looks like that was just yesterday.

- Why are you all zippered up?

- I was cold.

- William, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

I'm just gonna go take a shower.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Your heart's racing.

Are you okay?

- I just...

It just keeps running around in circles.

If we hadn't stopped for takeout,

if we'd taken a different route,

if the game had finished 15 minutes later, just she...

She'd still be here.

- You can't do that to yourself.

Last time you were like this

was when you got off that plane.

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

- Be right back.

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Yo, my pants don't sag ♪

♪ 'Cause the gun in my waist ♪

♪ Got a .44 there, try to act my age ♪

- You're fucking late.

- Five minutes.

- A lot can happen in five minutes.

I can cut your fucking dick off

in five fucking minutes,

and shove it up your ass.

- Sure.

- What the fuck is this?

- It's dead out there.

- You don't think that I know this town?

Where's the rest of it?

- That's it.

♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

- Shit, man.

♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

- What?

- Danny's dead.

- What the fuck?

- I give you and your friends full access.

You disrespect me.

- Whatever.

- You fucking high?

You're high right now, aren't you?

- Yeah, I'm the one that's high.

- Fucking tweaker.

You come up short like this again, I won't be forgiving.

Now get the fuck outta here.

- A pleasure.

- Junkie.

♪ Everybody, everybody, put your hands up ♪

♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

Shit.

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Put your hands up ♪

♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪

♪ Put your hands up ♪

♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪

- What?

- It's Danny.

- What about my brother?

Yo, yo, yo, I can't let you in.

- Can't let you in. - That's my brother.

I said I need you to step back.

- I just told you that that's my little brother.

- And I just told you I need you to step back.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

- Who did this?

- That's what we're trying to find out.

- Rory.

Hey, man.

Not right now.

I know.

Put your goddamn weapon away.

- Who the hell is that guy?

That's Rory Fetter.

- Donnie's boy?

- Yeah.

Shit.

- Can I help you?

- Detective Neil Chen.

- Are you William Duncan? - Yeah.

What's going on?

- I came here to inform you

that Danny Fetter was murdered last night.

- Oh.

Well, how did it happen?

- Not sure yet.

What were you doing last night, Mr. Duncan?

- I was here.

I mean, I went for a walk, but I was here.

- Yeah, he was here.

- Am I a suspect, Detective?

- At this point, I can't say.

- I didn't kill him.

- Sure, I understand what you're saying.

- You have any idea who did?

- No, but all of those Fetter boys

run in some dicey circles, so we got a few leads.

- Well, I wish we could help.

As you can imagine, my wife and I

are going through our own grief right now, so.

- Well, I'll let you know if there is.

Here.

Give me a call if you think of anything

that might be helpful,

and don't leave town without letting me know, okay?

Might have a few more questions.

Sure.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Where were you last night?

- I just said, I went for a walk.

- You never just go for a walk.

- Well, I've also never had my only child murdered before.

- I don't want you to go back to how you were.

- What does that mean?

You mean when I had bullets flying around my head

and my best friends were dying all around me?

Is that what you meant?

This is different.

It's our daughter.

You know what?

I can't believe you'd even say that.

To Danny.

Danny.

Salut.

He was good fucking man.

- I wanna find the person that did this.

I don't just wanna take their life.

I want him to suffer indescribably.

- Don't trip, boss.

We gonna find him.

We gonna find him.

- Will we?

Where will we find him?

Is he in your bottle that you're drinking?

Is he under this table?

Huh, are you him?

Do you plan on finding him while you're sitting

on your fat fucking ass, drinking?

- The girls was out all night last night.

Maybe they saw something.

You know what I'm saying?

- Ask 'em.

Yeah, now.

- Yeah.

Yo, yo, girls, get off the fucking pole!

Come here!

Hurry up, come on now!

Come on.

Shit.

Y'all see anything strange out here last night?

Huh?

- Yeah, I saw a guy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Seemed kinda out of place.

- Really?

Come with me.

Come on!

Come on, shit.

Tell him, tell him what you told me.

- There was this one white guy, dressed real well,

like a businessman, just waiting in his car.

I went up to him, but he wasn't there to party.

Looked kinda nervous, actually, real intense.

- Hmm.

Hold that.

Is that him, is that the man you almost serviced?

- That's him, definitely.

William Duncan.

- It's the dad.

It's the father of the little girl that Danny did.

Get everyone, everyone.

I want to go hunting.

I spy with my little eye a dead guy.

Gotcha.

Get up.

That was exciting, William Duncan.

That's right, I know your name.

I know everything about you.

- What do you want?

- What do I want?

I want you to not exist anymore.

I wanna watch you die.

You killed my brother.

I want revenge.

- Please, please.

Please, please, please.

Hey!

There's a shooter!

There's a shooter!

There's a shooter!

There's a guy on the ground!

I think he got shot!

- Right there, right there.

- Are you at home?

Lock all the doors and windows.

Just do it!

I'll explain it all when I get home.

- Get back inside the house! - What's going on?

Why, what?

- Inside!

- What the hell is going on?

- Some people tried to kill me.

- What, why?

Does it matter?

- You need to call that detective.

Call.

- Well, the prints came back.

The Vic is a Jason Ditman, aka Henley.

- Henley.

How do I know that name?

- He's one of Rory Fetter's boys.

- What the hell is going on?

This is Neil Chen.

- Detective, it's William Duncan.

- William Duncan.

I was just thinking about you.

What's up?

- I need you to come to the house.

- Yeah, I'll be right there.

Excuse me.

You can try to spin this,

but I know you killed Danny Fetter.

I know why you did it.

I honestly don't even blame you.

I'm pretty sure that it'll shake out

that you killed Henley, too.

That dead guy, from like an hour ago?

You can give me the silent treatment all you want.

There is no other reason why Rory Fetter

would be so gung-ho to kill you.

You know damn well you started a war.

Now you want me to help you.

I don't know if I can.

Why should I help you?

- I don't want my wife to get hurt.

- You should've thought about that before

you went and got your revenge.

What'd you think was gonna happen?

Marine Corps Commendation Medal, Iraq, Afghanistan.

Looks like you know how to handle yourself.

- That was a long time ago.

- This is where it's at now.

You picked a hell of a crew to start a fight with.

Got a squad car outside all night.

You'll be safe.

This is far from over.

I'll be back tomorrow with a lot more questions,

and I want answers.

You're gonna have to start talking to me,

or to a judge.

- Nice wheels, goddamn!

- Well, I figured you'd pay me extra for it.

- You're funny, you're very funny.

No, I'm serious.

- I'm just so glad you made it, right on time, man.

The boat to Sierra Leone is leaving in about 15 minutes.

- Well, break me off, man.

That thing's worth at least 20.

Shit, the sticker says 70.

- I get paid when the boat leaves.

I don't get paid, all right.

You can still pay me, man.

I know you got it.

- I don't get paid til the fucking car's in the container.

- Fuck that. - Come on.

- I'm not gonna Uber home with nothing.

You know what, put some plates on it.

I'll drive this fucking thing home.

- Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

You're not going home with nothing.

See, you're not going home with nothing.

- What's this?

What it look like?

- It looks like an insult.

- Oh, okay, okay.

- I'll take that Mercedes.

- It belongs to somebody.

- So did that.

I'm sure that belonged to somebody, too.

- Please, indulge.

That's a lot of fucking money on the street.

- Looks Chinese.

- That's a better market. - Yeah.

Fuck.

You owe me, man.

- I know, I know, I know.

Thank you very much.

You owe me!

- You're drinking?

- Yep.

- You need to tell me what's going on.

- If you knew, you wouldn't look at me the same way again.

- William, hey, I love you.

You are my husband, and whatever's going on,

we are in it together.

- I feel like I'm right back in the Middle East

in a fucking war zone.

- What are you talking about?

- You don't wanna know, Jen, you don't.

- I do.

- I killed him.

I killed Danny Fetter.

He took our baby away.

He was gonna go away for five to seven years, maximum.

It wasn't fair.

- William- - It wasn't fair!

William, I don't know what you.

- And now the rest of them want my head.

- Well, do we need to leave?

- Where are we gonna go?

- Yeah, well, we can't stay here if it's not safe.

- There's a squad car outside.

We'll be fine, but first thing in the morning,

go to your folks, at least for tonight.

- And I take it back to the store,

and I tell this moron kid like, "Hey, broke again."

And this dummy kid says I didn't install it properly

and because I, oh shit!

No fucking way!

That prick threw the fucking bottle at us.

- Why did they leave?

Hello, hello.

- Don't make that phone call.

- Give me the phones.

Give me the phone!

Both of you.

Yours.

Thank you.

- Can I call you Bill?

William?

How about Willy?

- I don't know, Donnie, whatever you prefer.

- I like Willy.

- Yeah.

Rory.

- Don't believe everything you read.

I'm a very nice guy.

- Listen, this is just between you and me.

Leave my wife out of it.

- Jen, go, go- - No, no, no.

- It's about quality time with family, right, Jennifer?

Or Jenny, Jen?

Did you know that your husband killed my son?

- Only because your son killed my daughter.

- Well, he was my son.

- Why do you look so angry, William, huh?

You're the one who did the killing.

Don't be angry.

It'll all be over soon.

- You got the good shit, fancy.

We drink cheap shit.

I like the gasoline taste.

But that's just me.

No, goddamn!

- No, no, no, no, no, sit down.

Get down, no, no, no, no, Willy, down on your knees.

She had nothing to do with it.

- Beg for your fucking life.

- Say hello to my son.

- Do you see the light, Willy?

Is it everything they say it is, huh, huh?

I can't wait to celebrate death.

For now, I act as its executioner.

- Fuck you.

- Mm, that's what you wanna use as your last words?

You should enjoy this.

911, what's your emergency?

- Hello? - Help.

- Sir? - Help.

Sir, are you all right?

- Mr. Duncan, oh, God, Mr. Duncan!

You're gonna injure yourself.

Here, come on.

Let's get up, let's get you back in bed, come on.

Help, help, help, help, I need some help in here!

Oh, easy.

- Help! - It's okay.

Calm down,

- calm down. - Why?

Doctor, Doctor!

It's okay, easy, easy.

- Okay, help me strap him in.

He's having a manic episode.

Come on, sir.

10 milligrams Haloperidol.

- Got it! - And get some ketamine.

Breathe with me, come on, sir.

It's gonna make you feel better, calm down.

- I don't wanna be alive.

You are alive.

- I don't wanna be.

- Look at the miracle man.

- Miracle?

- You're still alive.

- Yeah.

- So, is it over?

- Okay, let's give this a try, okay?

Come on, take it slow, no rush.

Good start.

- Sure.

One step at a time, there you go.

Baby steps, no rush.

Good.

- Somehow, I don't believe you.

I don't even think you believe you.

There's gonna be a photo with you dead

if you keep going.

Yeah.

There you go.

One step at a time.

- We both know that.

It's your choice.

- Okay, looking good.

Looking really good, Will.

- You don't have to lie to me.

- I'm not lying to you, you're doing great.

You're gonna be outta here before you know it.

- Yeah, that's the plan.

- That's fucked, man.

Somebody's luggage and shit.

Hey, yo!

Who are you?

Hey!

Who are you?

Hey!

I asked you a question, man.

- I don't want any trouble.

I'm nobody.

- Motherfucker, why you lying?

Shit, you think I'm stupid?

Come here, hey!

Check this out.

That's you.

What are you doing here?

- It's been a long day.

I don't want any trouble.

- Oh, looks like you got it, man.

Plenty of trouble from what I can see.

You in hot water with them Fetter boys, huh?

Yeah, maybe I can help you.

- I don't need any help, either.

- Okay, Willy, all right.

You do you.

- You know what?

You know where I can get a gun?

- Motherfucker, step into my office.

Yeah, I had a little run-in myself with them Fetter boys.

Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Rory, yeah.

Motherfucker shot me, yeah, right here, in the shoulder.

Three years ago.

Motherfucking asshole.

Then he killed my fucking cousin.

Fuck, man, hate them guys.

Yeah, it all comes down to pain and pleasure, my man.

- Pain and pleasure?

- Yeah.

How much pain you wanna inflict on that fucker,

and how much pleasure you want to derive

from inflicting said pain.

Yeah, be my motherfucking guest.

That's a Glock Nine.

You can tell by the sound.

That's one of the most reliable stingers on the street.

Most cops carry that exact same model right there.

That gun's so reliable you could drop

that in a pan of pancake batter,

lift it up, it'll still bang bang.

Not that I would recommend doing that.

Yeah, you look like you know what you're doing.

Cop, cop, you ain't a cop.

You a cop?

- No, served, long time ago.

- You kill anybody?

- I was a marine.

- So you killed people.

I know, shit, you ain't fucking around, huh?

- No, sir, I am not fucking around.

- Willy, you can call me Dante.

- Okay, Dante, I would like to purchase

all of your guns and munitions.

How much would that cost?

- Yeah, you're gonna need 'em, man,

going up against the Fetter gang.

Yeah, they some bad apples, man.

So many guns, they have many guns.

All right, I'm gonna hook you up.

What's that saying?

The enemy of my enemy is my friend's enemy,

or some shit like that.

All right, give me 10 grand for the whole lot.

- There's 10 right there.

Wait a second.

Let me see that.

Shit!

I should've asked for more money, man.

Man, anything else I can get you, rich boy?

- Nope, not unless you can get me a car.

- Let me guess, you want one of them

cars with no name on it, right?

You wanna keep it clean.

- That would be preferable.

Shit, man, I got you covered.

You want a sandwich with that, too?

- How about the car and the jacket.

- Man, I love that jacket, man.

This jacket right here, this has been

in my family for three generations.

My grandfather wore this jacket.

♪ Chasing the devil away ♪

♪ Chasing the devil away ♪

♪ He's hanging on your shoulder ♪

♪ While you're standing on the corner ♪

♪ There's no better way ♪

♪ There's a better day ♪

♪ Slinging rocks on the corner ♪

♪ There gotta be a better way ♪

♪ Than hanging on the block and the gutter ♪

♪ That's where you're headed ♪

♪ You shot the kid, get away ♪

♪ The money is cold ♪

♪ It's the root of all evil ♪

♪ Plus a new pair of Jordan's ♪

♪ If you ain't balling bitches, it's a laugh ♪

♪ When you try to holler, niggas dying ♪

♪ Trying to get dollars ♪

♪ Through the ♪

♪ Doing the business ♪

- ♪ For dead presidents ♪ - Open or closed?

♪ For the hood riches ♪

♪ And some be good snitches ♪

♪ Telling cops where your herb stay ♪

♪ Tuesdays and Thursdays ♪

♪ Shit plays for keeps ♪

♪ The devil don't discriminate ♪

♪ Friends and faith, no one is real ♪

♪ For a half a mil ♪

♪ Niggas, they sell they soul for the cash ♪

Open

or closed?

♪ Dressed in all green ♪

♪ Chasing the devil ♪

♪ Away ♪ Open or closed?

♪ Chasing the devil away ♪

Open or closed!

Open or closed?

♪ There's a better day, hey ♪

♪ Pull you into darkness ♪

♪ And the other in the light ♪

♪ One side is trying to keep you kind ♪

♪ The other wants to fight ♪

♪ Battling with all these demons ♪

♪ And it's fucking with your life ♪

♪ Trying to make an honest living ♪

♪ In an industry of fakes ♪

♪ These leeches on your ankles ♪

♪ Making business deals for snakes ♪

♪ The way you damage, you just keep ♪

♪ On doing what it takes ♪

♪ If you represent yourself ♪

♪ Then you ain't got to lose a case ♪

- The fuck is this?

You're light again.

- No, it's not light.

- A shame about Danny.

He had potential.

Danny was pure, but too much like me.

- Well, Danny's dead, Pop.

- And whose fault is that?

You were supposed to watch his back.

It should've been you.

- Yeah, maybe it should've been.

Maybe it should've been you, too.

- Get the fuck outta my face.

What the?

You come into my home, motherfucker?

I'll fucking kill you!

I'm gonna fuck you!

Oh, you motherfucker, come here!

Oh, fuck, why'd you shoot me?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, oh, fuck, oh, goddamn.

Oh, fuck, oh, goddamn, oh, fuck, you hit me good.

Oh, shit, I need an ambulance.

Oh, I need an ambulance.

You fucking shot me twice!

- I need you to tell me where he is.

- Fuck you, I need an ambulance!

Oh, God!

- Where is Rory?

- Okay, okay, all right.

If I tell you, you promise you'll call an ambulance?

I won't die like this.

- Yes, Zachary, I can do that.

- You promise?

He's probably at the club.

He's always fucking there.

- Club?

- Fuck, fuck, it's their club, man!

What?

- Thanks.

- Okay, okay, make the call.

Make the call.

Where's my phone?

Fuck.

Come on, come on.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

We had a fucking deal, man.

Please, you don't have to do this.

You don't, please.

I have a daughter.

Fuck.

Thank you.

- Open or closed?

- What?

- Your casket.

You want it open or closed?

- Another one of Fetter's boys.

- Yep.

- Pardon me.

Detective Neil Chen.

Are you Donald Fetter?

- What are you here for?

- It seems your son Rory and his friends

are in the middle of a little conflict

with a gentleman by the name of William Duncan.

- I know all about William.

He killed my son.

I thought he died.

- No, he's very much alive.

I think he just killed another one of your son's friends.

I'll be blunt.

I'm here on a mission of goodwill

to end this war, both sides.

I just want it to stop.

- Whatever my son has done, that's his business.

I'm not sure I can help.

You can see yourself out.

- Sir, I need to speak with your son.

I'm not here to arrest him.

If I were, I wouldn't be here alone.

- Why should I trust you?

- I know who you are, Donnie.

I know all about you.

Every cop does.

And I know that we allow you to do what you do,

and I know that that can change.

Do you want that to change?

- Get your ass in here.

Sure.

- He'll be right in.

- Who the fuck is this guy?

Rory Fetter, Detective Chen.

- The fuck do you want?

- I know all about your war with William Duncan.

- My war?

If I read the papers correctly, William Duncan is deceased.

- Oh, no, he's not.

In fact, he just killed your buddy Zach.

- Zach's dead? - Yeah.

Shot three times today, just now, in fact.

- Then why are you here?

Why aren't you out chasing this murderer?

- Don't know where he is.

He escaped the hospital.

The one that you sent him to when you shot him,

murdered his wife.

- Allegedly.

So, you felt that it was a good idea

to come to our place of business

and tell us that this fuck-face

who killed one of my friends is on the loose

and you can't catch him?

- Listen, I'm actually here on a mission of goodwill,

'cause I want this all to end.

He's not gonna stop.

So I'm here to tell you that maybe you

should disappear for a while.

- Is that all?

- Yeah, that's all.

- Enjoy your day.

The fuck is this?

This guy trying to scare us?

- I want you to kill that prick.

Get it over with.

Go.

- Right.

'Cause I fucking do everything.

Right, yeah.

- Evening, Detective.

Gun wasn't cheap.

- You're telling me.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- You working for them?

What?

You a crooked cop?

- No, man, I'm trying to fucking help you.

I want this to stop, I want all of this to stop.

- I saw you at the club.

- I went to tell them about Zach.

They deserve to know what happened.

How far are you gonna take this?

- However far it goes, it goes.

They took everything from me,

and it's only a matter of time

before they do it to somebody else.

- You gotta let this go.

- Yeah.

You know what, I didn't think of that, you're right.

I should fucking let it go.

Are you even fucking listening to anything I'm saying?

Let it go?

You know what these people do!

- I know. - Yeah, you know.

- In fact, there have been other initiation murders

just like this, and I knew it was them,

but nothing ever fucking sticks with these guys.

- Well, well done, Barney Fife.

Doing such a great job of protecting my community!

- I cannot let you keep going like this.

You know that.

- I'll stop.

It'll all be over very soon.

But I'm telling you now, if you get in my way,

I will fucking kill you.

You understand me?

- Yeah, I understand.

- Good.

Now I don't wanna see you again until this is over.

Then I'll turn myself in, I'll go to jail.

You can give me the lethal injection.

I don't fucking care.

But right now, you need to do one thing.

You look the other way.

- All right.

Go and get this over with.

Quick.

- Get in here.

Sit down.

Why are you still here?

- What?

You just asked me to come in here.

- Go take care of William Duncan.

- Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of him.

- Just kill him.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

He's one man.

- I'll take care of it.

- Just fucking bounce.

Kill the prick.

You're my son, goddamn it, act like it for once.

- I'm your son.

- Pussy.

- Hey, my brother!

You gotta let me in there!

My girl is in there!

Hell, all my girls.

I'm VIP!

Oh, let me in, man.

- Shit.

You got me.

- Looks that way.

- Get it over with.

- I don't feel anything.

I'm serious, Donnie.

Nothing.

You know, they say the first time is the hardest.

When I killed your son Danny, I was emotional.

It felt...

I think the word is visceral.

Cathartic.

- Yes.

- But now I'm sitting here in front of you.

Nothing.

Not even a shake.

Is this what happens?

Is this normal?

You tell me.

How many people you killed?

Hmm, do you remember?

How'd it feel when you killed my wife?

- Enough of this shit.

- You feel numb then?

'Cause I feel numb at the prospect of killing you.

You know, I feel a little disappointed.

- Just kill me.

- Hell no! - Shit, man!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go!

- Nothing.

- Hey.

Hello, Rory.

- Who's this?

- Who do you think?

- Did you kill him?

- Yep.

- Well, then I'm talking to a fucking dead man.

- You can't kill what's already dead.

- Change of plans.

Get back to the club.

- My man.

- Oh, fuck!

- Sorry, brother.

- What are you sorry for?

He was a shit father and a despicable human being.

But that's not the point.

You can't kill

what's already dead, Rory.

- Find him!

Yeah, let's roll, let's roll.

♪ When the bough breaks ♪

♪ The cradle will fall ♪

♪ And down will come baby ♪

♪ Cradle and all ♪

- Fuck, motherfucker!

Get off me!

I'm walking out with him, Rory!

- The fuck off me, motherfucker!

You're fucking dead.

- I'll fucking kill him!

- So will I.

- Rory, I saw that guy again.

Yo, it's me.

- Come in!

- You got shot.

- No shit.

Where'd they get ya?

- Shoulder, I can't reach it.

- Wow, little bit of a problem, huh?

Yeah, when you get shot in the back like that,

like, hell, what are you gonna do?

Come on, stand up.

Okay, sorry.

Can I take a look?

Oh, man.

Man, that's in there deep.

- You think you can get it out with these?

- I ain't no doctor, man.

I don't care, just try.

Just do it.

- Anything?

It's empty.

- That's the best I can do under the circumstances.

- How are you today, sir?

Do you by any chance know who owns that brown car out there?

- What is the license plate?

- 4-4-0-6-2.

- I don't know, it's not in the system.

- That's okay.

Thank you.

- Yo, what the fuck, man?

- He didn't know.

- Look at that shit.

Can I keep this?

- Willy!

Oh, Willy, Willy boy!

- Who the fuck is that?

- It's them.

They must've followed me.

- Yeah.

Oh, Willy!

- Looks like they brought company, bro.

Fucking hell.

- You're the next contestant on "It's Time to Fucking Die!"

- You ready?

- Yep.

- All right, here we go.

Oh, shit!

Move out!

Damn it.

Move out!

Shit, fuck!

- Go.

Stay down, stay down!

Come on!

- Shit!

Fucking hell, man.

- Fuck, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

- Better not try to shoot out my tires or some shit.

You know how much tires are, man?

- Come on, Willy, come on, Willy!

- They're fucking expensive,

and I know they're 800-fucking-dollars per tire!

Let's go, let's fucking do it, let's go!

I should've fucking seen her.

Fuck you, you're right on him, bro.

Come on.

Fuck!

Come on, get close,

get close, get close, get close!

Go!

- Fucking hell, man.

Go, fuck this bitch!

Fuck, get those motherfuckers!

- Come on, man, pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Yo, what's up, what's good, my dude?

- Roach, man, I need your help!

Get those motherfuckers!

- Yo, man, you bringing me some noise, man?

Got no choice, man!

They trying to kill my ass!

- Now, here?

Really, man?

I'm coming in hot, bro.

- I got you, don't worry about it.

- What the fuck is up?

- That's an old friend.

He's gonna take care of us.

If we can get there.

- Listen up, everyone, incoming.

Load up.

In a few hot seconds, some real bad guys

are gonna come up here, so keep

your fucking head on a swivel, and stay frosty

'cause a bunch of shit is about to pop the fuck off.

- Woo, come on!

- Fucking A, man, we're doing it!

Did we lose them?

Oh, fuck me, shit, my ass, damn it!

Come on, come on!

Back up, back up!

- Woo, my man, you saved my ass, man.

- You're my best parts supplier.

You know I'm not gonna let you die, brother.

- Fucking A, bro, thank you.

- Who the fuck is he?

- Man, that's the guy they're after.

- What the fuck did you do?

- It's a long story.

- Man, you that crazy motherfucker

that's killing all these fucks on TV, man.

- I don't watch the news.

- Well, I'm crazy, and you better be happy

that I am.

- Get back, get back!

Going to hell in smoke, motherfucker.

Say hello to God.

- Got ya.

- I'm out!

- I got you!

Go!

Help, please.

- Willy.

Willy!

Oh, William!

Willy!

How many people have to die, Will?

You killed my father, Willy,

which I don't really blame you.

But Danny...

Danny I didn't want to die.

I fucking loved him.

He wasn't made for this world like you and I.

No, no.

No, you have to stop.

It's over now.

It's over, Willy.

I told you I would get you,

and I got you.

And I got you.

- Got you.

All right, everybody move!

You two go around back!

- Go! - Go!

Hey, hurry up.

- Welcome to the party, fellas.

- Got your guy.

- Yeah.

Wanna go get a drink?

- Can't have you die on me.

You caused a lot of damage.

You better arrest me.

- I hope it was worth it.