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(soft music)

- Narcotics, no matter the type:

Heroin, cocaine, MDMA, fentanyl, K, meth,

at the end of the day, all just a product.

And like any product, it needs to be moved.

It needs to be packaged, shipped, delivered

from the manufacturer to the dealers

and finally to the customer.

(soft music)

But unlike any other product, you can't just use FedEx

or UPS to make your deliveries.

You need someone you can trust,

someone who knows how to blend in,

be boring, not attract any attention.

(speaking in foreign language)

Pedro.

So what do you do?

You drive an economy car.

You do the speed limit.

You buckle your seatbelt and obey traffic laws.

You do all that.

And your chances of losing a shipment, down near zero.

(car beeps)

- [Woman] You're all set to order?

- Yeah, what's your bacon cheeseburger like?

- It's not bad. - Okay, I'll take that then.

With a side of fries.

- And then a drink?

- Ice water.

- Perfect, be right back.

(footsteps)

(indistinct chatter)

(water burbles)

(soft music)

(ominous music)

(upbeat music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(laughs)

(speaking in foreign language)

(phone buzzes)

- Yes , Nate.

- Something's happened.

Someone stole the shipment.

- Someone stole the shipment?

Are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- [Roman] Where are you?

- I'm still in Montreal.

- When did this happen?

- A couple hours ago.

Roman-

- [Roman] Okay, we'll talk about this when you get here.

- Okay.

(distant indistinct chatter)

(child creams)

(car honks)

(speaking in Russian)

(door knock)

(speaking in Russian)

Roman.

- Hello Nate.

- I started driving for Roman six years ago back in the UK.

He was like a father figure to me.

When he was forced to flee England he convinced me

to come work for him here in Toronto.

But father figure or not,

you lose one million worth of heroin

that belongs to Roman Demochka,

well, there's just no telling how he would react.

- Are you okay?

- Oh, you know...

- Yeah.

(both laugh)

This is a shitty apartment.

- [Nate] Yeah, I know.

- (indistinct) I know, but the view,

I love it, it's beautiful.

Come on, follow me, I'll show you.

(soft music)

Run me through it.

- (sighs) So I parked up, went inside.

Needed to use the washroom.

(soft music)

(water burbles)

By the time I came out the car was gone.

I didn't see any glass on the ground or anything.

These guys they knew what they were doing, man.

They knew the car, they knew how to disable the alarm.

They were professional.

Come on Roman, I've been your runner

for the last six years, I've never let you down.

I've never come in under, not even a gram.

(soft music)

- You lost a shipment.

- I didn't lose it Roman.

Someone stole it from me.

- Okay.

(door knock)

(speaks in Russian)

You heard of Mark Wynter?

- Mark Wynter, yeah, sure.

- What do you now about him?

- Same as everyone else, I guess.

- He called me a few months ago.

- Oh yeah?

- And one of his carriers had run away.

- What do you mean? Run away?

- Yeah, she flew in from London six months ago,

never delivered.

Yesterday, one of the boys ran into her over in Montreal.

- That was lucky.

- Yeah.

So we've got her in lock-up just east of Marcel-Laurin.

- Yeah I know it.

- Marcel-Laurin?

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

So, (clears throat) I want you to pick her up.

- I told you earlier, I lost my car.

- So get it, just figure it out.

I want you to be back in Toronto by Monday, okay?

- Monday?

- Yeah.

- No Problem.

Hey, Vitaly...

- What?

- He doesn't live there, does he?

- Sorry.

No no no.

We just keep stuff there.

Getting out from the wives.

(both laugh)

- You're wicked.

- Yeah.

(laugh)

What did you think of him?

- Yeah.

- Of Vitaly?

- Yeah, he seemed like a nice guy.

- Yeah?

I think he fucked my wife.

(ominous music)

- Do you ever think about talking to him about it?

Straightening things out?

(ominous music)

- No.

Anyway, remember the girl?

Bring her back by Monday, okay?

- Of course. - Good.

(car engine starts)

- [Nate] This is it?

- [Roy] It's all I could get.

- You don't have anything a little less, drug-dealer-y.

- It's Sunday morning.

- How about that one?

- That's my mother-in-law's, and the brake pads are gone.

Look, Nate, it's a fucking Beemer.

- Yeah, no it's lovely, yeah.

I just have one suggestion, right, and bear with me.

How about from here to hear, you follow me?

We paint criminal along the side of it.

- You know Nate, I came in here today only because of you.

It's either the Beemer or you go down to the airport

and get raped by Hertz.

- Is it clean?

- It's clean.

- Usual?

- Usual.

- You got anything without the fur?

- What you see is what we got.

(instrumental music)

- [Ali] Nate, you made me worry.

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I gotta do a job for Roman.

- [Ali] A job?

- I gotta pick someone up from Montreal.

- [Ali] Who?

- [Nate] I don't know.

- [Ali] This sounds suspicious, Nate.

- [Nate] Everything is fine, believe me.

- [Ali] Maybe we should wait.

- [Nate] Look, just give me a time and a place.

- [Ali] All right, Park Hyatt, Monday morning.

- Monday morning.

- She's through here.

I heard your shipment got jacked.

Who do you think it was? Ali?

- I dunno, mate, I didn't see 'em.

- Fucking savages.

(ominous music)

- You ever have someone from your past

you hope you'll never see again?

But the moment you do, you know they're gonna be trouble.

- Pull the car into the garage.

Get her ready.

- That was Zoe.

- Purple fluffy handcuffs.

(car engine starts)

- What the fuck is going on?

- You tell me.

- Well, they said you were a runaway mule.

- I'm not a fucking mule!

- That's what Roman said.

One of Mark Wynter's carriers.

- Who the fuck is Roman?

And when the fuck did you become a gangster?

- I'm not a gangster, I'm a driver.

- Oh yeah, well, a driver who works for a gang.

(car honks)

- So what the fuck are we gonna do?

- I dunno, I mean, what were you going to do?

They didn't really tell me the plan.

- I'm supposed to take you to Toronto

and hand you over to Mark Wynter.

- Fuck!

- Roman was...

Roman said that you pissed off Mark Wynter

and when we got there, they're gonna kill you.

- Fuck, you gotta let me out.

- If I don't take you in, they'll kill me.

- Okay, well, you make up a story, right?

I ran away, it wasn't your fault.

- No, they'll still kill me.

- We can run away together.

(chuckles)

What?

- You haven't changed.

- You have.

Shit!

- Look, let's just drive

and maybe we'll figure something out.

(car engine revs)

- Luda? Lud?

(speaking in Russian)

(gunshot)

(ominous music)

- My back's killing me.

- Sorry.

- I didn't scream.

Why did you take such a massive bag with you?

- I told you, I needed to wash up.

- A pretty big wash-bag.

- It's my overnight bag, what is this?

- Nothing.

It's just when you left the car earlier it seemed emptier.

- You're working for Ro...

You're fucking working for Roman.

- [Zoe] You paranoid fuck!

- You're a fucking spy.

Why else would he want me to take you to Toronto?

- If I was a spy for Roman you think I would have told you

what I just told you?

- What did you just tell me?

- That we clearly didn't stop here

because you needed a fucking wash.

I know you lost a shipment.

- How? - I heard the guys talking in the house.

- What did they say?

- They said you lost a shipment.

Look, you can trust me, all right?

Whatever it is you've got going on, you can trust me.

He walked right past the car earlier and I didn't say shit.

- Why didn't you say shit?

I'm taking you to your bloody execution,

why didn't you say shit, Zoe?

- 'Cause I'm your wife's little sister.

- You're my late wife's little sister.

My late wife's little sister who ran off after she died

without leaving a note,

and left me to deal with the shit-storm.

(phone rings)

Roman.

- Nate, how's the drive?

- [Nate] Yeah, good.

- Where are you?

- Just leaving Montreal now.

- Listen, I need you to go to Quebec City.

There's someone there that needs picking up.

- Who?

- Friend of mine.

He needs a lift to Toronto.

So just gimme a call when you get there, okay?

- [Nate] Sure.

- Good.

(soft music)

- [Zoe] What's going on? Nate?

- [Nate] Nothing's going on. - [Zoe] Something's blatantly going on.

- Roman wants me to pick a friend of his up

from Quebec City.

He thinks I stole the shipment.

- So what are we gonna do? Well?

- I'm thinking.

We go to Quebec City.

- Cool.

(car engine revs)

(soft music)

Can we stop off in St. Henri?

- No, we can't stop off in St. Henri Zoe.

This isn't the fucking school bus.

What do you wanna go to St. Henri for?

- I just need to see some people.

- People.

(soft music)

- All right, Josh?

Yeah, long time.

Yeah, you still about?

Sweet, yeah text me the address.

All right, I'll see you in a coupe of hours, bye.

All set.

You do have cash on you, right?

(birds chirping)

(wind whooshing)

You wanna wait here?

- No way am I waiting here.

- You wanna wait here. Look after the car, it's a rough part of town.

- I'm coming with you.

- Fair enough, you'd have to be pretty unlucky

to lose two cars in two days.

- Zoe, just wait a second.

(wind whooshing)

- Any second thoughts?

Josh!

- Hey Zoe! Who is this?

- Just a mate.

- You didn't say you were bringing a friend.

Come in. (ominous music)

- Ca va, Zoe?

Who's your friend?

- He's just a mate.

- Okay, take a seat.

- Nah, just here for the gear, thanks.

(ominous music)

- Josh, turn the kettle on.

- I'm sorry, Zoe.

- What's going on?

- You know what's going on?

(speaks in French)

And now she pretends like nothing ever happened.

- Josh?

- I'm sorry, it wasn't my idea, okay?

(ominous music)

- Look, sorry, can someone please tell me

what the fuck is going on?

- And who the fuck are you?

- I'm a driver, for Roman Demochka.

- Come on, you want the gear or not?

All right, let's go.

(speaks in French) Clients only.

Go. (ominous music)

- [Zoe] Get off of me! Nate, Nate!

(bottles shutter)

Nate!

- You gotta let me help her, Josh.

(Zoe screams)

Get off of me! Nate!

Nate, Nate!

(lamp shutters)

(groans)

- I'm gonna fucking kill you!

(groaning)

(ominous music)

- No, the gear.

- Where's the gear? Where's the fucking gear?

(ominous music)

(tires screeching)

(car engine revs)

Wrap this in a bag and put it in the glove-box now.

And get me some tissues.

- Where are the tissues? - They're in the fucking bag, Zoe!

- You okay?

- Yes, some fucking friends you've got.

- Well, I didn't know.

You can't drive around like that.

- Look, I'm fucking fine, okay?

Leave me alone.

(upbeat music)

- Look, I am sorry I got you into that, all right?

It was...

Josh never used to be like that.

Something must have happened.

- And the other guy?

- He is nobody, small time.

- I think I nearly fucking killed the guy for you.

- Thanks.

What? He was gonna fucking rape me, Nate!

He deserved it.

So when are we gonna meet up with this other guy anyway?

- Couple hours.

- Cool, so we've got a couple of hours to kill, great.

(upbeat music)

- Why'd you leave?

- It's what I do, Nate.

I run away from everybody.

Why'd you get a job working for a gang?

- It's not like I sell it.

I just drive it from place to place.

- Must be weird.

- It is weird.

When I stopped doing gear I cut out all of my mates,

you know?

Every single one of 'em was still getting high.

The only family I had was you and May, and Jess.

- You could've settled down.

- Nah, not after what happened.

All these years I've just been drifting.

- Thanks, Nate.

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

You know him?

- His name is Richie.

He works for Roman.

- Nate, long time!

- Richie.

- Roman said you could give me a lift.

- That's why I'm here.

- Can I put this in the trunk?

Actually, I think I'll keep it with me in the car.

(car engine revs)

I don't think we've been introduced.

- Zoe.

- Richie.

So, Zoe, what are you doing in this fine German automobile

with Nathan and myself?

- Well, I am running away from a loser called Mark Wynter.

And Nate here is taking me back so I can be executed.

- You seem very calm for someone considering your situation.

- Yeah, well, I'm kinda hoping Mark Wynter forgives me.

- Roman says you lost a shipment, Nate.

He's the company robot.

Always on time, always on weight, never says a word.

Then boom, (chuckles) what do you know?

His car goes missing with one and a half million dollars

worth of heroin in it.

Strange, isn't it?

- I'm starving guys, what do you fancy?

- Burger King. - KFC would be good.

- Yeah, well, we don't actually have to eat together.

- Yes, we do.

- Well, yeah, but I fucking hate KFC.

- I never knew junkies were so picky.

- I know a good place.

- Okay.

(indistinct chatter)

- Interesting sandals.

- Yeah, I hate shoes, I don't wear them much.

- Yeah, I was gonna say it's kinda gross.

Like, women don't really do sandals.

You know, toes, fungus, nasty.

- Who the fuck told you that?

- No one needs to tell me.

Your feet stink (laughs).

- I thought they didn't like socks and sandals.

I ain't got socks, I don't like socks either.

- Yeah, for you Richie, it kind of applies for everything.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Well, it's been lovely.

Just gonna go and use the loo.

- She's not gonna go anywhere, Richie.

- Okay, you got five minutes.

(chuckles) Shame she's a junkie.

She probably got all sorts.

- All right.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Nate.

I didn't realize you two were that close.

- Always taking the mick you are, aren't you, Rich?

- (chuckles) I'm just having a laugh, lighten up.

- No, it's not a laugh if you're the only one laughing.

- Kinda hard to make you laugh.

In fact, I don't think I've ever even seen you smile.

- Anyone's around you, no one is smiling, are they?

- (chuckles) I've seen lots of people smile, trust me.

Believe it or not,

I was the most popular stud in our school.

- Oh yeah, you were a real (indistinct). - Yeah, I was.

Everybody wanted to go out with me,

but I decided to take a different path.

I didn't wanna be popular any more.

You know why?

Because I fucking hate people.

I was the center of attention back then.

All the girls wanted to go out with me.

And I did.

I went out with them all.

And fucked them, twice, then I left them.

One after another, and you know why?

Because I fucking hate people.

I'm 55 years old, and I really haven't met

an interesting person my entire life.

People are boring.

They're like you, Nate.

You just sit there listening to me.

Maybe that's why I do it.

And to be perfectly honest, if I wasn't afraid of dying,

I'd fucking take myself out right now,

rather than stay here with you for fuck's sake.

- Anyone for a smoke?

- You know I don't smoke.

- There's a surprise.

How long have you known Nate?

- Since I was a kid.

- Must have been a fucking boring childhood.

Was he always like that?

- Like what?

- Aloof, moody, withdrawn.

- No, I guess he changed after his wife and daughter died.

- How'd they die?

- Nate, he used to be a smack-head.

One day his daughter found a stash and ate it.

(somber music)

She was only two years old.

I guess she thought it was sweets.

Nate and his wife were getting high in the other room.

I mean, they took her to the hospital, but it was too late.

Worst part, his wife killed herself two days later.

- I can't say I feel sorry for him.

No offense, but junkies shouldn't be having kids.

And they definitely shouldn't be leaving dope laying around.

- It wasn't Nate who left the gear lying around.

It was someone else.

Someone else left it there.

- Who the fuck would do that?

- Just someone Nate knew, another fucking junkie.

- I'm gonna use the cash machine.

(soft music)

- Where the fuck's Richie?

- He went to use the cash machine.

Oh, shit.

(ominous music)

- You want a hand?

(gun clicks)

Open the trunk.

- No, I'm not opening the trunk, Richie.

You and I both know you're not gonna shoot me here.

- Nate.

- He's bluffing, Zoe.

Cameras caught the license plates on the way in,

and cameras got his face inside.

This car is his way out of here.

If he shoots me he'll get caught,

and Roman will be in the shit.

And we all know how Roman takes to his fixers

doing massively stupid things, don't we Richie?

- What the fuck do you know?

- Everything, you thought you'd come out here

and have a look at my car.

Maybe disable the alarm.

What you didn't think is I'd come out and catch you do it.

So you pull a gun on me.

It's the only thing you know how to do.

You can't think 10 steps ahead like me.

- That has to be the most I've heard you talk

in the whole six years put together.

And you know what?

It really wasn't worth the wait.

Now, here's the deal.

You give me 200 grand, and I'll tell Roman you're clean.

- You'd double-cross Roman?

- Oh, double-cross is such a dirty word.

I'm willing to look the other way.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(gunshot)

- Hey!

- Gimme the gun! The gun!

Move, fucking move.

(ominous music)

Run.

(ominous music)

(thunder roars)

- [Zoe] So what are you thinking?

- I'm thinking how Roman got the better of me.

(soft music)

Fuck, I should never have gone to Quebec City.

Should've hid the shipment, gone back another time.

- So why didn't you?

- I couldn't because of you.

I'm sorry I didn't trust you.

- And Richie?

- Richie, well, he's probably with Roman now

telling him I've got the shipment.

- So what's the plan?

- We lay low for tonight.

Tomorrow I'll sell the shipment

and we'll get the heck out of here.

- Sell the shipment?

- I got a guy I'm gonna sell it to.

- To who?

- Some guy, Roman would never suspect a thing.

- For how much?

- 900 grand.

- Jesus, and then what?

- And then I'll give it my friend.

He works at a cheque cashing place.

For 10% he'll put it in an off-shore account

and I'll be on a plane to Brazil.

- Brazil? What are you gonna do in Brazil?

- I don't know.

Start a business, lie on a beach, not be a drug-runner.

- You're lying.

- I'm not lying.

- So all of this is you getting back at Roman?

- Not just Roman, the whole fucking lot of them.

(car engine revs)

(soft music)

- Do you wanna go out and get a drink?

- (sighs) Where do you find all this energy?

- Come on, just one drink.

Tonight might be our last night on Earth.

I say we go out with a bang.

- (sighs) All right, tell you what,

we'll go down to the hotel bar,

but I'm only staying for one drink.

- All right, dad.

- There is no fucking way, I'm drinking in here.

- It's here or nowhere.

- Look at it, Nate, this is where businessmen come to die.

Let's go to a pub.

Turn, go.

To Bonnie and Clyde.

- Bonnie and Clyde ended up dead.

- To Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Oh, cheer up, Nate.

Tom and Jerry?

Come on.

(glasses cling)

(laughs)

- I don't get you.

We could both be dead tomorrow.

You're walking here like you don't even give a shit.

You certainly eat like there's no tomorrow.

- Yeah, well, if things go wrong, there will be no tomorrow.

Look, it's just, I've never really given a shit

about tomorrow.

Tomorrow's just today but in the future,

so why worry about it?

Yeah, why ruin today worrying about tomorrow?

- Because.

- [Zoe] Because what?

- Because if you only live for today then you end up...

- You end up like me? - No.

- Yeah, you'll end up like me.

A junkie fuck-up with broken veins

and no money and nothing going on in her meaningless life.

- That's not what I meant.

I mean, you just got to take some responsibility.

- Are you one to talk?

Nate, the reason there's people like me in this world,

is because of people like you.

You're a drug dealer, you can't call me irresponsible.

- I'm not a dealer, Zoe.

- Oh, as good as.

But just because you go around as some big fucking

Count of Monte Cristo revenge saga

does not mean you can go around pretending

you're some fucking upstanding citizen as well.

All right, we're both irresponsible.

We're both selfish.

It's just we do it differently.

Do you wanna dance?

- (chuckles) What are you on?

- Come on, just one dance.

- There's no music, Zoe.

No-one's dancing.

(laughs)

(machine beeping)

- Come on, Nate.

(soft music)

♪ Telegraph cables hum ♪

♪ And few can decipher who the message is from ♪

♪ And deliver it quietly ♪

Thank you for saving my life.

♪ 'Cause some don't get much company ♪

(water burbles)

So what's the plan?

(soft music)

- 140 for the two.

A couple of SIM cards with the voucher will be an extra 22.

- They need to be charged and ready to go.

- They're 50% charged out of the box.

- Show me.

(soft music)

Look, you don't call anyone except me, all right?

I'll meet you at the Park Hyatt Hotel on Elm Street.

Text me when you there.

- Yup.

- And keep that thing close in case I need to reach you.

- Yeah, all right, you've already told me three times.

- I'll see you later, okay?

- Later.

Nearly there.

- Nearly.

(bell chiming)

(ominous music)

- They bought a couple of phones off the Arab.

- Gabi, you wanna follow the girl.

Keep your distance.

(soft music)

(car engine starts)

- When are we gonna pick him up?

- When we've found out who he's selling the shipment to.

(soft music)

(car engine revs)

(elevator beeps)

(soft music)

(tense music)

- They're coming.

You want a drink?

- Jut water, still.

(water burbles)

(ominous music)

(car honks)

- I think the counter parties have arrived.

- Ali, I fucking knew it.

(ominous music)

(speaking in Russian)

(phone buzzes)

(door knock)

- Nate.

Shall we sit?

Ahmet, get me a drink.

You look nervous.

- I'm fine.

- Fadi is here to weigh the shipment and check the purity.

- Sure.

- [Ali] Your face?

- Just a run-in with some junkies that's all.

- I thought maybe Roman took things out on you.

- No, nothing like that.

- So how did he take it

when you told him you'd lost the shipment?

- Well, you know Roman, eventually he calmed down.

- And he asked you to do this job for him?

- Sure.

- Even though you lost a shipment?

- Something like that.

- A little bit strange, no?

- What is this, Ali? What's going on?

I feel like I'm in the dock.

- It's just I'm risking a war here.

Roman is not the best at controlling his temper.

(soft music)

Well, it all seems to be in order.

- Thanks Ali.

- The pleasure is mine.

- Do you mind if I leave first?

- I was just about to suggest that.

(upbeat music)

- Zoe, where are you?

- I'm in the lobby.

- Okay good, stay out of sight, Roman's here.

(upbeat music)

Come, come, we need to see Fari right now.

- Who's Fari? Nate?

Nate, go!

(upbeat music)

(car engine revving)

(upbeat music)

(tires screeching)

(car engine revving)

(upbeat music)

(gunshot)

(ringing)

(groaning)

(soft music)

(gunshots)

(soft music)

(train rumbling)

(birds chirping)

- I'm here to see Fari.

- Nate!

(ominous music)

(lighter flicks)

(ominous music)

(groans)

Are you all right?

And you're sure you don't want to see a doctor?

- Look Fari, just tell me what I gotta do.

- All right, all right.

Yeah, I too my cut, the cut for the other manager.

But for the rest of this, we gotta go to the uptown branch.

- I can't go driving around the city.

- Dude, I'll drive.

- I don't have time.

- Okay, nobody around here transfers

this much cash in one day.

I put this through and the alarm-bells

at head office will go off.

Now uptown, they're laundering so much money

for the Russians and Jews anyway.

This is like small change up there.

You okay to sit in a car?

(sighs)

(ominous music)

- So how do you know Fari?

- Who?

- Fari.

- Sign here.

Here's your paperwork.

(soft music)

- Thanks for everything, mate.

- Hey, don't even mention it.

Thanks for the commission.

- You want the briefcase?

- If you put the money back in it.

(chuckles)

So what now? Finally off into the sunset for you?

- I hope so.

- Me too, mate.

(car engine revs)

(soft music)

May used to say,

one forgives to the degree that one loves.

(soft music)

Zoe was never innocent in all this.

She made her choices.

But she didn't deserve to die either.

(soft music)

It's hard to turn your back on someone.

But 900 grand sure helps.

(soft music)

(plane engine revs)

(phone rings)

- [Zoe] Nate.

- Zoe?

I'm sorry.

- [Zoe] Don't be.

- Is Roman with you?

- [Zoe] Yeah, he's listening.

- (sighs) Put him on.

- What?

- Roman, you want your money?

Hello?

- I'm listening.

- If you let Zoe go, I promise I'll send someone with the money.

- You stole from me, you dumb fuck.

You think I'm gonna trust you?

- Roman?

Fuck!

(soft music)

(phone ringing)

Listen-

- No, you listen.

You really have the money?

- [Nate] Yeah.

- Where is it?

- Just, it's somewhere safe.

- All right, I'll text the location.

Be there in an hour.

(car engine revs)

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

- Left hand.

- Roman, I'm just here to negotiate.

- Negotiate?

- I'll get you your money, just let Zoe go.

- You fucking idiot.

You think I was going to kill her?

It was Zoe who told me where you were.

(ominous music)

How the fuck do you think we found you? Eh?

The money never went through, Nate!

You trusted that bitch for nothing, that junkie.

I was always good to you, Nate.

But you're so fucking stupid you just...

My heart is broken.

Why didn't you leave?

I hung up the phone.

I hung up the fucking phone!

She's had left the gear out on the table.

(sobs)

(somber music)

She killed your daughter.

(sobbing)

(somber music)

- Get down.

(gunshot)

(car engine revving)

(car honks)

(distant indistinct chatter)

(soft music)

(car honks)

(upbeat music)