All language subtitles for End_of_Loyalty_2023[_45836]

(tense music)

(ambulance siren blaring in the
distance)

(tense music continues)

(tense electronic music)

- Are you sure we should go in
there

with just the three of us?

- You worry too much.

It's a business call.

This guy's always professional.

- Yeah, but-

- Eh, don't worry about it,
Junior.

Anything goes down in
there, I'm gonna gut 'em.

- Gut 'em?

- Yeah, gut them.

- Is that what all you Brits are
like?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Well can't you just
say like a normal person?

- Like what?

- Take care of it.
- Take care of it?

- Yeah.
- What does that mean?

That's really fuckin' vague,
Grant.

My Auntie Belinda takes care of
her cat.

My mum takes care of my laundry.

If they say I'm taking
care, what does that mean?

Nobody knows.

But I say I'm gonna gut someone,

you know exactly what it means.

- Enough, gentlemen.

Enough.
- Yeah, sorry, boss.

- Yeah, Grant's sorry, boss.

(gun cocks)

- Oh, those are nice looking
knives you get there, huh?

- All right. Enough.

Now we're doing this.

And if things go south, I
trust both of you to handle it.

Understood?

- Yes.

- Capish?

- Yeah, capish, understood.
Gotcha.

- All right, let's go. Let's do
it.

Go in.

- Good evening, Mr. Schiavone.

Your guests are already here.

- Thank you my friend.

Hey, do me a favor.

Buy those beautiful
grandchildren
of yours something nice.

- Oh, oh no, Mr. Schiavone,

I'm sorry, I can't accept this.

- Of course you can.

It's my pleasure to
take care of my friends.

Otherwise you'd offend me, Gino.

You don't wanna do that, do you?

- No, I can assure you
I don't want to do that.

(Carmine laughs)

Just gimme a minute.
- You got it.

- Hey, why are you giving
that guy all that money, huh?

He owns this fucking
restaurant for Christ's sake.

- Hey.

Watch your mouth.

As long as I'm still breathing,

I make the decisions
and you follow my lead

and look imposing, not
the other way around.

Are we clear?

- Yeah, got it.

- Kid has a birthday coming
up soon, doesn't she?

- Jada?

- Yeah, in a couple months.

(Carmine chuckles)

You remember?

- Sure I do.

We should talk about throwing
a party or something.

You know, 12 is a big deal.
- It is a big deal.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I thought
these guys

were waiting for us.

What's the hold up?

- Okay.

(tense music)

(footsteps thudding)

- Good to see you, my old
friend.

- Good to see you, too.
It's been too long.

- So your mind, is it okay?

- Did I forget something?

- Well, I thought we had decided

that there would only be one
other person as a bodyguard.

- Well, forgive me.

One's just a driver.

Go wait in the car.

- Are you sure?

I'll be right outside. Don't
fuck it up.

- I won't.

(Carmine grunts)

- So, not to be rude, but
we're not young men anymore.

So why are we here, Rooker?

- 48 hours ago, I had a shipment
coming

to these docks from Vera Cruz.

Now that shipment by now
should be in my hands

making money for me, but it's
not.

The ship that that shipment was
on

was refused access to these
docks.

The captain had to leave before
he could unload my goods.

- So you can keep trafficking
in our fucking city?

- Your city?

- You know the rules, Rooker.

We don't traffic that
in this city. My city.

- I think the agreement that we
had

is not very equitable the way I
see it.

- Well, that's your fuckin'
problem

'cause we ain't changin' shit.

- Grant!

(fist thuds)

- I see your son still
hasn't learned his place.

- What did you say, old man?

(gun cocks)

Hey! Put it down!

I'll put a fucking bullet in
your head.

- Is this how you thought
you were gonna get your way?

- Yukio is very sensitive.

He doesn't take well to
aggression.

- Well how does he respond to
bullets?

- Put it down, son.

You were never good at
playing nice with others.

Put it down.

(tense music)

Now, this is how it's gonna be.

(gunshots firing)

(Carmine groans)

(gunshots firing)

(Grant grunts)

(gunshots firing)

(Grant grunts)

(gunshots firing)

- [Grant] Dad, dad.

(gunshots firing)

- What the fuck happened?

Fuck.

(tense music)

- I need an ambulance.

My father's been shot.

- What are you doing?

Hey, hey stop, stop that.

- Please hurry up, please-
- Hey, stop!

- Hey, what are you doing, man?

- Stop. We can't call anyone.

Grant.

Grant, we gotta go.

Grant, they could be back. We
gotta go.

- Fuck you, man, I'm not
going there anywhere.

- There's nothing we
can do for him, Grant.

We gotta go, okay?

Come on, we gotta get outta-

- Ow!

- Fuck, you're hit, too.

Grant, we really gotta fucking
go!

- No, I'm not leaving him here!

- We gotta go, we gotta-
- Stop!

Stop it.

I'm not leaving him.

- Okay, Grant, it's okay.

Look, G, he's gone.

He's gone.

You'll do your father no favors

by staying here and
getting arrested, okay?

He told me to look after you

and I'm not doing that if we're
in jail.

If you want to avenge your
father...

(Vincent speaking indistinctly)

Come on.

We gotta go.

Sorry buddy. We gotta go.

Come on, man.
- No.

(tense music)

- What is going on here?
(gunshot fires)

- Hey, what the fuck, man?

- We gotta make a clean getaway.

Come on. Out, out.

Go on.

We gotta go. Go, go, go.

Come on, come on!

(tense music)

All right, here, get in.

(doors slam)

(car starts up)

(tense dramatic music)

(soft Spanish music)

(footsteps thudding)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Sombra doesn't have friends.

- Yeah, you can keep
bullshitting me all night,

but I don't think Sombra

will appreciate knowing you're
the reason

his special delivery has been
delayed.

This is quite a selection you've
got here.

Oh, shit, you got Maker's.

It's one of my favorites.

A lot of people back
home say it's too light,

but they don't really know
what's good.

Alcohol's just so connected
to culture and environment.

You can't really criticize

until you've experienced it for
yourself.

It's the same with business.

You wanna understand someone,

if you wanna truly know them,

you have to meet them in person.

Otherwise, how do you really
know who's good or bad?

Sombra running late?

- Sombra's not coming.

- Shit, shit, he's blown.

Pull him out now.

- [Operative 2] Get out of
there, Ray.

You're blown. Get out, now.

- At least he could
have told me to my face.

- [Operative 1] Ray?

- [Ray] I came a very
long way to deliver this.

- Dammit!

He isn't going to abort.
- How far is back up?

- Too far.
(gun cocks)

(hits thudding)
(men grunting)

- [Lead Thug] Get in there, get
in there!

(men grunting)

(bones cracking)
(thug yells)

(men grunting)

(hit thuds)
(thug grunts)

(Ray grunts)

(thug grunting)

(thug yells)
(glass shattering)

(gun cocks)

(gunshots firing)
(glass shattering)

(Ray panting)

- Why did you do that?
- Oh, come on, Ray.

She just saved your life.

- They would've taken me to
Sombra.

- Jesus, Ray.

They would've taken you after
beating you half to death.

- But they would've taken me.

- You deal with him.

- Yeah, thanks to you two
my cover's actually blown.

- You're welcome.

- Can someone please explain to
me

how the hell this happened?

- We're working on that.

- It's not good enough, Al.

All right, I spent six months of
my life

developing this lead, six
months.

And now it's down to drain
because what?

'Cause this place is full of
holes?

- Is he fucking serious?

- I know you're not talking
about me.

- We don't have a lead.

- Then what happened, Al?

- Look, you think I'm happy
about this?

I could be home with my wife
having a home cooked meal.

Instead I'm stuck in Bogota
with your stupid white ass

and two of the Three Stooges.

This mission is as important
to me as it is to you.

So I need you to sit down and
calm down

and we'll figure this out.

- How?
- He's too close to this.

- [Ray] Fuck you.

- Hey!

We'll figure this out.

You two, go cool off.

Hey.

I'll get you another shot.

(sink water running)
(Ray sighs)

(knocking on door)

- [Coworker] Hey, Ray?

Ray, are you in there?

- No.

- [Coworker] You got a phone
call.

- Take a message.

- [Coworker] It's from the
states.

He said he's your dad.

(soft piano music)
(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(soft music)

- Really?

A printed newspaper?

I can't remember the last time I
saw one.

- I can't remember the last
time I saw my son. (chuckles)

(food sizzling)

You all settled in there?

- Yeah. My room looks like a 90s
museum.

You know it's okay if you
wanna repurpose it, Pops.

You know, get yourself
home gym or a media room.

- That will always be your room,
Ray.

(Ray laughs)

- Wow, look at these
two knuckleheads, huh?

- Inseparable knuckleheads.

You hungry?

No, I'm actually going
over to the hospital.

- You still gotta eat, Ray.

- Dad, I'm good. (chuckles)

- Do an old man a favor, huh?

- All right.

- He knows who did this, Ray.

- So when did he get started
working with his father?

- I'm not sure.

- Everyone knows Carmine
Schiavone, right?

You know, Grant was supposed to
be

the good one of the family.

How, how the hell did he
get sucked into this life?

- I don't know.

- Okay well what do you know,
Dad?

- He's not gonna risk anything

that the police could get
to them before he does,

that's what I know.

- Yeah, we both know that.

- How long has it been
since you spoke with him?

- It's been a while, Dad.

- He went through some tough
times when Beth got cancer.

Turned his life upside down
and...

- And what?

- Ray, you were his rock, you
know that.

You guys were like brothers.

- No, don't. Don't do that.

Come on.

- No, do what?

- Make me the bad guy.

- You had to go.

But he stayed.

He felt left behind.

- Yeah, I know.

And I wasn't there for him. I
know.

- It's not your fault.

He needed someone, something
and,

and he turned to Carmine.

- Yeah, and there's always
a catch with Carmine.

Fuckin' always.

- He's his father.

He wanted Grant to come
work with him and so he did.

The first order of business
is to find the people

that killed his father.

- Well you know if this
escalates,

it's gonna end bad for everyone
involved.

- He's gotta hear that, Ray.

Beth wouldn't want it.
- No.

No, but Carmine would.

- We have to go make him choose.

(elevator dings)

- Come on.

Give me my water, you bastard.

- Is that what they teach you to
talk like

at that fancy private school?

- Ray-Ray!

- Ooh!

Hey Jay-Bird.

Oh, wow, you got so big and
that is some attitude you got.

- I mean, it has been
forever since you've seen me.

And daddy.
(Ray scoffs)

- I know.

I'll do better, all right?

I'm sorry.
- You better.

Daddy said that he chose
you to be my godfather

because, "He was the most
responsible man I know

and he would protect you with
his life."

- He said all that, huh?
- Yep.

Although he was on a lot of
medication,

so he might have been high.

- Jada.
(Jada laughs)

- Pops.

- Princess.

How is your father?

- Um, yeah, I don't know.

I mean every time that
we try to go in there,

Mr. Vincent makes us leave.

- Who?

- Mr. Vincent.

He says that Daddy
doesn't want any company.

- Hey, why don't you take
us to your daddy's room?

- Okay.
- All right?

- [Jada] Come on.

- Jada, look, it's Ms. Carucci.

Nice to see you, Ms. Carucci.

Look who I bumped into
committing

misdemeanor assault on a water
fountain.

- No, no.

- I'll let that go since we
haven't officially met yet.

- Oh yeah?

You gonna let that go, too?

- You're a funny guy.

(men grunting)

- Are they okay?

- Yeah, Uncle Ray-Ray's
giving them jujitsu lesson.

- Oh.

(men grunting)

- What the fuck is going on?

Who the fuck are you?

- I'm the guy who's
wondering why his goddaughter

can't see her father?

Who are you?

- Are you a cop?

'Cause you're giving me
all kind of police vibes.

- Not exactly.

- Not exactly. That's exactly
what a fucking cop would say.

Would you do me a favor and
take a long fuck off walk

down that corridor?

- Why don't you tell him it's
Ray.

- Oh.

The infamous Ray Rose, is it?

- The one and only.

Get the fuck outta the way.

- Come on in.

- And you, you pathetic bunch of
cunts.

Honestly, I may as well have had

the fucking nurses do it!

I hope you don't think you're
getting paid

after that pathetic display.

Fuck's sake!

(door slams)

(gun thuds)
(guard grunts)

(door slams)

- Tellin' me all I had to do
is get shot to bring you home?

- Funny guy.

What'd the doctor say?

- I'm shot.
- No, shit.

Well, at least you still
got your sense of humor.

- Yeah, well they didn't take
that.

- The sooner, the better.

We've got a score to settle

and it isn't gonna settle
itself.

- Hey...

Look, I'm sorry about, about
Carmine.

Pops said the two of you
were getting close again.

- Yeah. Thanks.

- He also said you're
ready to burn the city down

looking for the guys who did
this.

(Vincent chuckles)

- Let me guess, the cop
disapproves.

- Yeah, you'll know
when I'm talking to you.

- I'm fucking talking to you.

Are you serious with this guy?

Listen, TJ Hooker, we're
on the same fucking side.

- Well yeah, whose side is that?

- His side.

- Ray.

Look, he was my father's right
hand,

protect him with his life.

So he's my right hand now.

I'm gonna need both of you

if I'm gonna take this son
of a bitch Booker down.

- What?

You can't be serious.

Grant, let the cops handle this.
Come on.

- Is that a joke?

The cops?

The cops are another gang out
here, mate,

like they are everywhere in the
world.

Grant, they're not gonna
want to get involved

in a war unless there's
something in it for them,

you know that.
- Do you hear this shit?

War?

Is that what you want?

Look, think about Jada.

She's sitting out there
concerned for you

because Mary Poppins here
won't let her in to see you.

- Yeah, well, I didn't let her
in.

Okay? That was me.

- Why?

I don't want her to see
me like this, you know?

- So what, you let her
sit out there in the dark

wondering what's going on?

You don't think she had
enough of that with Beth?

- How would you know, huh?

You were nowhere to be
found when Beth died.

(Grant sighs)

(Grant sighs)

Let her in.

- You sure?
- You heard him.

(door opens)

- Hey, baby.

- What happened?

- This? Oh this is a couple
of scratches, couple bumps.

I'll be fine.

- You're lying.

- Hey.

- Well you are.

- Hey, Vincent. Why don't you go
home?

Huh?

Come back in the morning,
we'll get to work.

- Well, I'm not gonna
leave you here am I, right?

- Get the fuck outta here.

- What you looking at, old man?

- I'm not too old.
- He ain't worth it, Pops.

(Vincent scoffs)

- Fuck that lot of ya's.

- Hey, baby, I'll be all right.

Especially now that you and Pops

and Uncle Ray-Ray's here, huh?
(chuckles)

But listen, I think you should
go home with Ms. Carucci.

I need to talk to Ray-Ray.

- But...

- Jada, Jada, why don't you
come back home with me, huh?

We'll watch some movies,
have some ice cream.

It'll be nice.

- But I just got here.

- How about, how about you just
do

what the grown ups ask you to
do, hm?

I'll see you soon.

- Fine.

- Oh.

Don't hurt me, now.

I'll see you later, okay?

All right.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Ouch.

- Yeah.

You know, I don't want to hear
it.

- I haven't even said anything
yet.

- Yeah, I can feel the Ray
Rose judgment all on your face.

Now save it for somebody
who didn't just see

their father gunned down in
front of him.

He killed my father, Ray.

And now they'll try to kill me.

And they're trying to take
me away from my daughter.

Should I let that go?

- You go down this road, a lot
of people are gonna get hurt.

- Yeah, no, that's their
problem.

- No.

Goddammit, no, it's your
problem.

It's Jada's problem.

Is this the kind of man you
wanna be?

What are you teaching her?

- Teach her how to defend this
family.

How to stand up for herself
and the ones she loves.

(Grant grunts)

- You have got to relax.

(Ray sighs)

(Grant sighs)

- You know, when my father
told me to come work for him,

I thought it was just so we
could protect his business,

make sure his legacy could live
on.

But now I, I don't know, maybe
it's-

(door opens)

- We gotta go.

A car load of Rooker's men
just pulled up outside.

- Well how do you know they're
Rooker's?

- Because I'm really good at
what I do.

Look, your old man trusted me
and now you've gotta trust me.

We gotta go, but right now.

- Fine.
- No, what are you doing?

- Did you hear what I just said?

There's a car load of
these days coming here.

What do you think, they're
coming in

and giving them get well soon
balloons?

- How do they know what hospital
we're at?

- Jesus Christ, it doesn't
matter

how they know, they're here.

I gotta get him out the back.

- Hey, go home. Go home and
play with your goddaughter.

- [Vincent] Go.

(tense music)

- [Guard] Hey.

(men grunting)

(hits thudding)
(men grunting)

(gun thuds)
(guard grunts)

(tense music)

- Excuse me, is there
a stairwell near here?

Fuck.
(gunshots firing)

(gunshots firing)

(tense dramatic music)

- Shit.

(tense dramatic music)

(elevator dings)

(men grunting)

(taser buzzing)

(men grunting)

(taser buzzing)

(hit thuds)

(man grunts)

(tense dramatic music)

(gunshots firing)

- I'm out.

(tense dramatic music)
(gunshots firing)

(elevator dings)

(gunshot fires)

(tense dramatic music)

(Grant grunts)

(gun clicking)

(hit thuds)

(gunshot fires)

- Come on. Let's go.

Come on, up.

We gotta go.

Come on.

(gunshots firing)

(hits thudding)
(henchmen grunting)

(tense dramatic music)

- Hey, that's him.

That's the guy.

Hey, watch out, Ray!

(Ray grunts)

- [Vincent] Come on, get into
the car.

(hit thuds)
(Ray grunts)

(Ray grunts)
(hit thuds)

(Ray grunting)
(Yukio grunting)

(gunshots firing)

- Hey, what are you doing?

Stop!

(tires squealing)

Get in, get in!

Are you good?
- Yeah, I think I'm good.

(tense dramatic music)

Your wound is open.
- I'm fine.

- Grant.
- I said I'll be fine!

What are you doing?

- I'm rallying the troops.

- Hang up the phone.

- Rooker's gonna keep sending
more men.

You know that, right?

He's gonna keep sending people
until you're in the ground.

We need every man we can get
right now.

- I said hang up the fucking
phone.

How did Rooker's men know where
we were?

I mean they didn't just
know what hospital I was in.

They knew the exact room I was
in

and they came directly at us.

So, who'd you tell I was at
Mercer?

- Me?

- Yeah, fuckin' you.

- Who the fuck's talking to you?

- Hey, don't look at him.

Answer my question.

- Nobody. I didn't tell fucking
anybody.

Are you fucking serious?

- Grant.

You need to calm down.
- Stay out of this, Ray.

- You need to chill out, all
right?

I'm a fucking law enforcement
officer.

I let way too much shit slide,

I can't let you kill this
asshole.

- I'm not gonna kill him.

No.

Not while we're driving.

I'm gonna shoot his fucking
balls off.

Who'd you tell?

- Come on. No.

- Who?

- I told some of the...

Nobody, okay? Nobody.

Did you forget that they were
fucking

shooting at me, too?

Fuck's sake.

Take it easy, Grant, okay,
please?

- You better not lying to me.

- I'm not lying.
(tense dramatic music)

- Ms. Carucci, I remember.

Yes.

No gluten, no peanuts.

Almond milk.

Um, I think I, I'm out.

I tell you what, I'll go
pick some up, all right?

You know, I have another call
coming in.

I'll call you right back. I
promise.

- She's just gonna call right
back.

- Hey, is there anything that
you can eat?

- I can eat anything in
moderation.

- Moderation, huh?

- Yeah, too much of
anything is bad for you.

Surgeon general told us that.

- Really?

- Is there anything that you can
eat?

You are pretty old.

(tense dramatic music)

- [Ray] What the hell is this
place?

- Rooker operates out of here
sometimes.

- All right, so what's your
plan?

- Well what's yours?

- Same as before.

You know, call the cops
and let them handle it?

- Fuckin' hell, has anyone ever
told you

you're like a dog with a fucking
bone?

Doesn't loyalty or honor or
respect,

doesn't any of that mean
anything to you?

- Yeah, you should know the
difference

between defending honor
and getting revenge.

- Shut up.
- Ray, I told ya.

If we're not down for this, then
go home.

Stop wasting your breath
trying to get us to stand down

because it's not happening,
okay?

My father's killer, he's gonna
be dead

before the sun goes down.

Understand?

- Okay, so what's your plan?

- You know my plan.

I'm gonna go in there and
I'm gonna ask a question

and then I'm gonna shoot
somebody.

And then I'm gonna ask the same
question,

if nobody answers it, I'm
gonna shoot somebody else.

And then again, if nobody
answers that question,

the same question, I'm
gonna shoot somebody else.

Okay, 'cause I'm gonna keep
shootin' until I get my answers.

- That works for me.

(gun cocks)

(tense music)

- Get down.

(tense music)

- [Thug 1] Come on, get out
here.

Come on, come on.

- [Thug 2] Come on.

Where you going, where you
going?

Get over there!

Keep going, get in there.

- Son of a bitch!

- Is that what I think it is?

- He's been sex trafficking
this whole fucking time.

That meeting was a fucking smoke
screen.

- My father forbid this.

- And they killed him for it.

- But this is what you
need to put an end to them.

All right, you got proof right
here.

Sex trafficking puts the
whole organization away-

- He's not still talking about
calling

the fucking cops, is he?

- No, I'm gonna handle him.

Then you can call your cops.

- So you're gonna get revenge
no matter what, right?

No matter what the cost,

no matter who gets
caught in the crossfire?

- Nobody in that house is
innocent.

Let's go.

- You're wrong.

Those girls are innocent.

(tense dramatic music)

(urine splashing)

(thug grunting)

(hit thuds)
(thug grunts)

(girls yelling)

- Get in there, shut up!

(women sobbing)

Get comfy, ladies.

This is your home now.

(girls sobbing)

♪ Oh man I got a lot of gold ♪

♪ Stack that bread like dominoes
♪

♪ Anything is possible ♪

- Don't move!

(gunshots firing)

What part of don't move
did he not understand?

♪ Oh man I got a lot of gold ♪

(tense dramatic music)

(girls sobbing)

(gun cocks)

(Ray grunts)
(hits thudding)

(gun clicks)

(Ray grunting)
(thug grunting)

(thug grunts)

(hit thuds)
(glass shattering)

(girls exclaiming)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
(guns firing)

- Hey, if you keep shooting
everybody,

who's gonna answer my questions?

- He fucking moved. What
did you want me to do?

(girls sobbing)

- Come on, we're gonna
get you out of here.

Let's go.

Shh.

- Be quiet?

There's a firefight going on.

- Once you get to the road,

find the nearest person, house,
car and call for help, okay?

Go, go, go, go.

(thug grunts)

(tense dramatic music)

(gunshots firing)

- Hey, ah, ah, ah, sit your
fucking ass in that chair.

- [Grant] Sit down.

- Do not be a stupid cunt.

- Dammit, Vince, is he dead?

- All right, all right that
was partially my fault.

Only partially, though,
because you know what?

If I hadn't of shot him, G,

he would've come in and shot
you.

But you should take partial
responsibility for it.

- Me? For what?

- I don't like to criticize
you in front of...

Look, mate, honestly?

I don't think you said
don't move loud enough

when you came in.

The people in other rooms,
I don't think heard you.

I've said it now.

Look.

- Okay.

Are you listening?

Don't move or you're gonna die.

Did you hear me? Did they hear
me?

- I think you're doing it too
loud now.

There's only two of them.

(Ray grunting)
(thug grunting)

(hits thudding)
(thug grunting)

(gunshot fires)

(thugs grunting)
(Ray grunting)

- Where's your boss?

Where's Rooker?

(hit thuds)
(thug grunts)

(gunshot fires)

- [Vincent] Wait, wait.

(hit thuds)
(thug grunts)

(gunshot fires)
(Grant grunts)

(Vincent grunts)

(hit thuds)
(thug grunts)

(bottles shatters)

- No!

(gunshot fires)

- What the fuck did you do that
for?

- He's down!

- He's down when I fucking
say he's down, okay?

- [Ray] What are you gonna do
with that?

- Whatever the fuck I like.

Listen, you're either here to
help us

or you can fuck off,

and that's the last time
I'm saying that to you.

(gunshot fires)

(Vincent sighs)

- Grant.

- What the fuck did you do that
for?

- I told you what was gonna
happen.

Nobody answered my questions.

Fuck 'em. They can all die.

Why don't you look for
something we can find?

Something's gotta tell us where
Rooker is.

- Hey.

How many people am I
supposed to let you kill

before I take you in?

- What's that supposed to mean,
huh?

You're gonna take me in?

- Yeah, I'll do whatever I have
to do

because you're not gonna listen
to reason.

- Well what happened to
I don't wanna be the one

to tell Jada daddy's not coming
home

to telling Jada daddy's not
coming home because of me?

- I'm serious, Grant.

Cut this shit out.

- I agree, and it will
end when I kill Rooker.

Understand?

What'd you find?

- Yeah, rather surprisingly,
I found fuck all

because you killed everybody

we were about to ask questions
to.

Like honestly mate, what
the fuck you playing at?

(insects buzzing)

- What's the matter, you wanna
watch

something different, Jada?

- No, I mean, that's the
point? It's all fake anyway.

- Fake?

You never heard of a talking
fish?

Who has a friend who
can't remember anything?

Come on.

- I'm 11, you know. Not a baby.

- Excuse me.

Okay.

(Pops sighs)

You wanna talk about somethin'?

- He never wants to
spend any time with me.

- Sweetie, there's no one
in the world your father

would rather spend time
with than you, believe me.

- Yeah, right.

- I know it may not
seem that way sometimes

because he's always working,

but everything he does, he does
for you,

like all good fathers do.

- Yeah, right.

- Can I ask you something?

Have you ever seen your father
cry?

I have.

- When?

- 11 years ago.

The day you were born.

(Jada sighs)

- Was he sad?

- No.

He was happy, sweetie.

Probably happier than
he's been his whole life.

- Really?

- I saw him cry with my own
eyes.

(Jada chuckles)

(bang on door)

- What was that?

- Well, that was probably just a
raccoon

trying to get into my garbage
cans.

I'm gonna check it out.

You finish watching the movie

and I'll get a refill on this?

- Sure.

(tense music)

(dramatic music)

(hit thuds)

What the fuck are you doing in
my house?

(hit thuds)
(Pops grunts)

(pan clatters)

(knife thuds)
(thug grunts)

(thug grunting)

(knife clatters)

Jada?

(Jada whimpers)

Let her go.

(hit thuds)
(Pops grunts)

(hit thuds)
(Pops grunts)

- [Jada] Pops!

No, no, stop, you're hurting
him!

Pops!

No, no, stop, stop, you're
hurting him!

Pops, please!

(hits thudding)
(Pops grunting)

- So we think this is a good
idea?

Just sitting out here in the
open

when someone's out there
trying to kill him?

- Yeah, let 'em come.

Where the hell's the waitress
at?

I need a straw.

- Fuckin' same old Grant
Schiavone, man.

You know, your bullheadedness
is gonna get you killed

if your ego doesn't first.

- So be it.

Hey, waitress?

Yo, hello? I need a straw.

Hello?
- Dude, relax.

I'll get you a straw.

(hand thuds)
(silverware clatters)

- I don't need you to get me a
straw, Ray.

- What is going on?

- Stop trying to fix everything.

Stop.

- I think he wants you to
stop pretending to be his mum.

- Yeah, we're all set.
- Eat your waffles.

- Told you you wouldn't like it.

- I'm just trying to help, okay?

- Yeah, well, I don't need your
help.

We're not kids anymore.

I don't need you to swoop
in and save the day.

- So, what am I doing here?

- Yeah, I was kind of
wondering the same thing.

(Grant sighs)

Look, besides Jada,

you and Pops are the
only family I have left.

And if anything was to happen to
you, too,

because of the Schiavone
business?

No, that's not gonna happen

if you keep on insisting
being my protector.

So why don't you let me help you
for once?

Go home, Ray.

- Amen to that.

Do you need me to call you an
Uber?

(cellphone ringing)
Hm?

- Yeah?

Who is this?

- [Yukio] You've cost Mr.
Rooker a lot of money tonight

and took something from him.

- Oh, tell your boss to fuck
off.

We didn't take anything
from his geriatric ass.

We've been in the city all
fucking day.

- [Yukio] You should not have
interfered

with Mr. Rooker's business.

He valued those girls very much.

And since you took that away
from him,

he will now take something
away from you that you value.

- Where's Jada?

- Call Pops.

- I'll get the car.

(tense dramatic music)

(phone line beeping)

- We gotta go.

(tense dramatic music)

(phone line beeping)

Dammit!

All right, come on let's go.

- I'm fucking going, am I?

What use is it if we speed
and we get pulled over,

then we're not gonna get there.

(tense dramatic music)

(officers laughing)
(wheels squealing)

- Hold up.
- Hey, get back in the car.

- I'm on a job, this is my
father's house!

- Hey.
- Get back in the car!

- [Grant] Hey fuck you, man,
my daughter's in that house.

Hey, Ray.

- Hey.

What the fuck?
- Get the fuck.

(Ray grunting)

- Hey, get back in the car.
- My daughter's in there!

- Hey, hey, hey, don't
you fucking touch him!

Hey.

Don't I know you?
- No, I don't think you do.

- Yeah, I think-
- Get back in the car,

take it around, the street's
closed.

Hey, hey.
- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, listen, it's his daughter,
okay?

It's his daughter, hey, relax!

Relax.

- Hey, shh, shh.

- You need me to move the car,
right?

- Get the car outta here!

- Dad?

Dad.

(Pops groans)

Jesus Christ, what happened?

- [EMT] We don't know. He
hasn't been able to say much.

Looks like a home invasion.

- Dad.

- [EMT] They beat him up pretty
bad.

- They're gonna take
care of you, all right?

- Where's Jada?

- They took her.

Masks. Devil masks.

I tried.

I'm sorry, Grant.

- Hey Pops, hey Pops, I know you
did.

I know you did.

- Ray?

- Yeah, Dad?

- Family, no matter what.

Family, right?

No matter what?

(Pops gasping)

- Dad, Dad?

(Pops coughing)

- What's happening?
- We gotta go.

Please, just let us go.
(Pops coughing)

- Fuck, things are getting out
of hand.

Where's Jada?

- Rooker has her.

- Shit.

Do you remember when your
father was getting annoyed

because cops were kept
flipping over to Rooker

because he was paying them more?

- Yeah.

- You see that guy?

He's one of them.

- Are you sure?
- I'm fucking positive.

I told you I recognized him.

We went around to all of
their homes one by one

and trust me, he's got a fucking
hot wife.

If you wanna find Rooker,

I say we stop following bread
crumbs.

(Grant sighs)

- Let's go.

- Hey, where you going?

- Stay with Pops.

He needs you.

I don't.

- So what do you wanna do?

- Follow him.

(car starts up)

- [Vincent] Yes, boss.

- Needs you.

- Dad, he's a grown man. You
need me.

- No.

Not he, she.

Jada.

Find her.

- Dad, cut it out, all
right? Take it easy.

- Find...

(Pops grunts)

- Can we hurry up, please?
(Pops gasping)

(tense music)

- Could this guy be more of a
cliche?

I mean he's a cop in a donut
shop.

Fucking hell.

- All right, let's go.

- We can't pick him up here,
mate.

- Yeah, let's go.

(footsteps thudding)

(tires screech)

Hey.

Get in.

Now.

- Shit.

(footsteps thudding)

- Good boy.

Come on.

- I know you know who we are.

And we know who you are.

And more importantly, we
know who you work for.

- I work for the city of Los-

(hit thuds)
(officer grunts)

- Oh!

- I'm a fucking police officer.

Are you crazy?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Mind your manners.

- Where's my daughter?

- Daughter? Who the-

(hit thuds)
(officer grunts)

- Ah!

- [Vincent] Are you all right?

- He's hurt.

Clearly needs to go to a
hospital.

(hit thuds)
(officer grunts)

- Hey, do not talk unless you're
answering

some of his questions, you
stupid cunt.

Now stay down, for fuck's sake.

(officer spits)

- You know, you're right.

I should be in the hospital

'cause I was shot, the same
day my father was killed.

And now my daughter's been
kidnapped.

Good friend's house of mine.

So I need you to listen to
me very closely, huh, huh?

Closely, 'cause there's no
scenario

where you get back into your
squad car

without telling me where my
daughter is.

And I know who you work for.

And guess what? You used to work
for us.

So, imagine all the ungodly shit

that we could pull up on you.

You're entangled with both
families.

- Why go through the trouble,
boss?

I say we just fucking pop him
right here

and then we drive to that house
of his

and we cap his kid and we
murder his fucking wife.

That's after of course I've got
her

to do some unspeakable things to
me.

- You motherfucker!

- Hey, don't fucking look at me.

Answer his fucking questions,
hm?

- Where's my daughter?

(dramatic music)

(Jada sighs)

(footsteps thudding)

(key jangling)
(door unlocks)

- Stand up.

Come here!

- Come!

(camera clicks)

(camera clicks)

- [Thug] Smile.

(camera clicks)

(door closes)

- I want to go home.

(Yukio laughing)

(tapping on face)

(door creaks open)

(keys jangling)
(door lock clicks)

(doorknob jangling)

- I wanna go home!

(hitting door)
Let me go!

Let me go home!

Please.

(Jada whimpers)

Stop it, Jada.

Stop it.

If you're crying, you're not
thinking.

What would Grandpa do?

What would Dad do?

(paper rustling)

(door knob jangling)

(door creaks open)

Thanks for that, too, Grandpa
Carmine.

(machines beeping)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?
- Hey, hey.

I need you to run a trace
on a call, all right?

Let know as soon as you have
location.

Number is 973-415-9604.

- Okay, no worries.

Hey, Ray, is everything okay?

(Pops coughing)

- Hey, I gotta go, all right?

Call me back when have
something.

- All right.

(Pops coughing)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Pops.

Take it easy, all right?

Take it easy. You want some
water?

Take it easy, all right?

- J...

Jada.

Okay?

- No.

I don't know.

Grant is out there looking
for her, all right?

What, hey, hey, what is it?

What is it?

(Pops gasping)
Stop, stop.

You're gonna hurt
yourself, all right? Stop.

- No.

You...

You go.

Help your brother.

- No, what?

No, no. Grant will find her.

- You, you!

(Pops panting)

- What?

- I'm so proud of you, Ray.

- I know you are.

I know you are, Dad.
I'm proud of you, too.

Pops?

Pops!

(machine flatline beeping)
No, no, no.

Pops.

No, come on, please don't do
this.

Pops!

- We need you to leave now.

- What is happening?
- Outside, now.

- But I'm his son.

- We're gonna do everything we
can, sir.

(machine flatline beeping)
(emotional music)

(doorknob jangling)

(rat chitters)
- Ah!

- Hey!

(thugs grunting)

- Hey, let me go! My dad's gonna
kill you!

- [Thug 1] Don't make me hurt
you, kid.

My boss will kill me
if I damage the goods.

Or we find a supplier.
(thug laughs)

If you try to leave again,
you're gonna get hurt.

Don't push your luck.

- Don't push yours.
- Stay!

Or...

(door lock clicks)

(soft emotional music)

(emotional orchestral music)

(cell phone ringing)

- You got something for me?

- Something you need to tell me?

- Just taking care of
some family business.

- What kind of family
business requires you

to use agency resources to trace
a phone?

- The important kind.

- [Al] You think I don't
already know what's going on?

- Then you know what I have to
do.

- I know what you think you have
to do,

but this is not the way, Ray.

I need you to stand down.

- Not gonna happen.

(Al sighs)

The last thing we need is for
your face

to be plastered all over the
news

being associated with a local
turf war

between two crime families.
- Turf?

You think this is about turf?

You think I would be involved
if this is about turf?

- Ray, listen.
- I gotta go.

- This is not a request.

I'm ordering you to stand down.

I can't stop you from here.

I'm ordering you to steer
clear of your friend's drama.

That's all I can do.

What you do next is completely
up to you

and the consequences are
yours and yours alone.

Do you understand what I'm
saying?

- Yeah.

You're telling me to choose
between my job and my family.

- I'm asking you to decide
where your loyalty lies

and proceed accordingly.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Message received.

- Ray?

- Yes?

- Get in.

- Okay, Ray.

We're headed to the storage
place on Roosevelt, right?

- That's right.

- Got it.

Oh, I'm Candy by the way.

- Got it.

- All righty.

- Did you run a trace on
that number he gave you?

- No, sir. Not yet.

- Don't.

(paper crumbling)

- Where's my daughter?

- [Officer] Fuck...

You!
(hit thuds)

(Grant groaning)

- Boss, are you sure you
don't want me to take over?

Or do you at least want a donut?

It'll give you like a sugar
boost.

- No, it's my daughter, it's my
pain.

- All right, they're good,
though.

- I can do this all night.

This one?

This one's for Pops.

(hits thuds)
(officer grunts)

(Grant groans)

Ah!

Where is she?

(officer spits)

- If she's lucky,

she's on her way...

To a cartel leader's house in
Mexico.

Some big mansion where she can
be really well taken care of.

(officer laughs)

If she plays nice.

(gunshot fires)

(muffled yelling)

- You gonna stick to that story?

You stickin' to that story?

- Where's my daughter?

- Fuck you!

(gunshot fires)
(officer yelling)

- Are you done?

(officer whimpering)

Yeah?

(officer whimpering)

- You sure?

(officer whimpering)

Tell him, tell him.

- Rooker keeps all this girls

in the old Westfield Warehouse
while he waits for buyers.

That's, that's where they'll
have her,

if they haven't sold her
already.

If they haven't sold her
already.

- You better pray to
God that they haven't.

- Please. Please, I
have a family too, man.

- You think I give a fuck about
that?

- I have a family, too.

- Leave him.

- Boss, what do you mean leave
him?

We gotta fucking do him, haven't
we?

- What's he gonna do? Tell the
truth?

Hm?

Yeah.

He's not gonna see in
the inside of a prison.

- You hear that, buddy boy?

You might not believe this,
but this was your lucky day.

Good luck explaining all this
shit.

(tense dramatic music)

(truck honks in the distance)

(Jada sobbing)

How do you wanna do this?

- Well we can't go in there guns
blazing

until we know Jada is safe.

- All right, then we go in
quietly.

Get the lay of the land.

And then we go guns blazing.

- When Jada's safe, you
can shoot anybody you want.

Kill everybody if you want.

(Vincent chuckles)

As long as we secure Jada first.

- Yeah, I know.

Come on, let's do this.

(gun cocks)

- Shit.

- Are you okay, Ray?

'Cause you look like...

I mean I can smell the
negativity

coming up off you like cheap
cologne,

which is funny because your
actual cologne is nice.

(Candy sniffs)
- I'm fine.

- Are you sure? Because
I'm a really good listener.

You know, dropping people
around is just my side gig.

I'm actually a licensed
therapist.

- Thank you.

I'm fine.

- If you say so.

But that negative energy
needs to be dealt with,

'cause I don't have any sage in
my car-

- Ma'am.

I heard you the first time.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey.

It's me.

I tracked down that number for
you.

- But Doss.

- Doss was a great agent a long
time ago,

but now he sits behind a desk

and he's forgotten what it feels
like.

- What what feels like?

- The need to right a wrong,

to fix what needs to be fixed.

And you, you're the best I've
ever seen

up close at doing that.

So, if you ask for help, I
know it's for a good reason.

The phone is at 2315 Lansing
Drive.

- You got it.

I owe you a beer when I get
back.

- And an apology.

- That, too.

- Hey Ray?

Do me a favor, yeah?

Try not to get killed.

I don't want to be the one
to explain that to Doss.

- I got it, buddy.

Thanks.

Change of plans.

Take me to 2315 Lansing Drive.

(tense music)

- He's coming.

(tense dramatic music)

- [Grant] All right, I'm going.

- Take it easy.

- I'd like to apologize for what
I-

- Don't say it!

If you say my father's name,

I'm gonna come over this table
and I'll fucking kill you.

- I had great respect for your
father.

It's just a shame that his
stubbornness

and lack of foresight would not
allow us

to come to an arrangement.

- For what?

For your sex trafficking in our
city?

Yeah, we told you not to do
that.

We don't do that in our
city. You did it anyway.

So don't sit there and
act like you didn't know

this would come to a head, hm?

You knew and you knew when we
found out

that there would be blood.

- But not ours.

- Well that can be arranged,
mate.

Why don't we talk-

Take your fucking hands off me

or you're never gonna get them
back.

Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, where are you taking him?

Answer me!

- Carmine Schiavone was a good
man.

- I told you not to say his
fucking name.

- He's gone.

His demise has created
a void in leadership.

I'd like to propose a more
friendlier way

of solving our problems.

It would be beneficial for all
of us.

- Fuck you!

- Think about your daughter.

Is this a good place
to be raising a child?

You hand over your father's
business to me

and I personally will make sure
that you

and your daughter are well taken
care of.

(Grant laughing)

- You think 'cause you got us in
here

and you took away our guns,

you think I'm gonna give
you my father's legacy?

- Yes, I do.

(tense music)

- Are you sure this is where you
wanna be?

- This is exactly where I want
to be.

- If you say so.

But you don't have nobody
tied up in there, do you?

Nevermind. Don't answer that.

Uh, we don't take cash.

- Well you do tonight.

- Take it easy, Ray.

(tense dramatic music)

(Ray grunts)

(thugs grunting)
(hits thudding)

(tense dramatic music)

- You jumped board and killed my
father.

I'm looking forward to killing
you.

- There is an old Japanese
proverb.

(speaks in foreign language)

It means he who seeks only
vengeance finds only suffering.

- That's nice.

I'm gonna have to remember that.

You know what?

There was an old Italian
saying on my block growing up.

It means fuck you.

(Yukio grunts)

(chair legs scraping)

(Grant grunts)

(Grant grunts)
(hit thuds)

(Grant panting)

(tapping on glass)

- Hey, you wanna stop whispering
like fucking school girls

and tell me when I'm gonna get
outta here,

otherwise I'm gonna have
to kick somebody's ass.

And you don't want that, believe
me.

All right.

That's it?
(door thuds)

(newspapers rustling)

(Vincent grunting)
(hits thudding)

(Vincent panting)

What the fuck too you so long?

- You're welcome.

- You had a gun the whole time?

- I had two.

- You had two guns this
whole fucking time?

You didn't feel that'd
be useful at any point?

- Where's Grant?

- He's in a packaging area,
okay?

Which is Rooker's weird ass
office.

There's a lot of people
between here and there.

- Okay.

Well what about Jada?

- I don't know.

They jumped us before we got too
far in,

but she's in the building
somewhere.

- Okay.

I'm gonna get Grant, you find
Jada,

bring her to the packaging area.

Think you can handle it?

- What's that supposed to mean?

Yeah, I can handle it.

I handled this, didn't I?

And why don't you go and get
Jada?

Wouldn't she much rather see
uncle Ray-Ray

before she sees me?

- We're doing this my way, all
right?

Get Jada, bring her here.

Got it?

- Listen, you're not in charge.

I happen to agree with the plan,
but...

He's gone. All right, he's gone.

All right, use your stealth.

(gunshots firing)

Fuck, that's loud.

(tense music)

(gunshots firing)

(thug grunting)
(hits thudding)

(gunshots firing)

(thugs grunting)
(gunshots firing)

(tense dramatic music)

(thug yells)

(hits thudding)
(Ray grunting)

(thug yelling)

(Ray grunts)
(wrench thuds)

(tense dramatic music)

- Is that your cavalry I hear?
(chuckles)

Whoever it is, they better
be bringing in a lot of ammo.

- There isn't anyone else.

- We know you have bad cop Ray
Rose.

We know all about him.

Look.

He's even on time.

(gunshots firing)

(thug grunts)
(gunshots firing)

(hits thudding)

(gunshots firing)
(Ray grunting)

(gunshots firing)

(gunshots firing)
(thug grunting)

(glass shattering)
(gunshots firing)

(Ray grunts)
(hit thuds)

(Ray panting)
(tense dramatic music)

(hits thuds)

Just say what we asked
you to say on the camera

then we can all go home.

Look, I know you didn't
like your father's business.

You only went to work for
him after your wife died,

and you were looking for
something

to fill your empty, useless
life.

Am I right?

- Don't you talk about my wife.

- You just don't get the
dynamic, do you?

You're in no position to give me
orders.

(hit thuds)
(Yukio grunting)

(Grant grunts)

- [Grant] Ah!

(tense music)

- We can put a stop to this
long evening you're having,

and I'm sure that your
daughter is ready to go home.

- Where is she?

(hit thuds)
(Grant grunts)

(gunshots firing)
- Get away from him.

- We gotta get out there.

- What about her?

(gunshots firing)

(Vincent grunting)

- [Vincent] All right, wait!

- Down on your knees.

- Ha, you must be the best
friend.

- I said get your ass down on
your knees.

- My sources told me
that you're a DEA agent,

is that correct?

- This is not talk time. This
is shut the fuck up time.

- May I ask you a question?

Are you here on official DEA
business

or is this just some
kind of personal fucking-

- Keep talking, asshole.

Keep talking.

Grant.

Come on, buddy, get up, we gotta
go.

- I think your friend might
need some medical assistance.

You know, after the night you've
had,

don't think you'd wanna
go back to that hospital.

Oh, by the way, how's your
father?

- Don't test me, Rooker.

- No. Nobody kills him but me.

- No one else is dying tonight.

(Rooker laughing)

(tense music)

(guns clicking)

(tense dramatic music)

(joints cracking)

You sure about this?

(Ray grunts)

(Vincent grunting)

- Hey!

- [Vincent] Shoot him.

- I don't want to.

- Shot him!

He's gonna take that gun off you

and he's gonna shoot me

and then he's probably gonna
shoot you!

Shoot him!

- Stay back.

- [Thug 1] All right, little
girl.

Give me the gun.
- Don't listen to him!

- [Thug 1] It's not a toy.

- [Vincent] Jada!

He'll kill me, kill you
and then kill your father!

- Just give me the fucking gun!

- Please, mister, stop walking.

This gun is no used to you.

- [Vincent] Shoot him!

(thug grunting)
(hits thudding)

(glass shatters)

(thug laughing)

- I win.

(gun clicking)

(bullets thudding)

- I told you that that
gun was no use to you.

- You little sh-

(hit thuds)
(thug grunts)

(glass shatters)

- Your father should not be
showing you

how to use guns at your age.

- I didn't learn it from daddy,
doofus.

I saw it on the Sopranos.

- You're all right.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I need those bullets.

(Ray grunting)
(hits thudding)

(tense dramatic music)

(Ray grunting)
(hits thudding)

(Yukio grunts)

(tense dramatic music)

(Yukio grunting)

(tense dramatic music)

(hit thuds)
(Ray grunts)

(Yukio grunts)

(tense dramatic music)

(Ray grunts)

(Yukio grunting)

(Ray grunting)

(Ray grunting)

(Yukio grunts)

(tense dramatic music)

(hit thuds)
(Grant grunts)

(Ray grunts)

(hit thuds)
(Grant grunts)

- Hey, hey, hey.

Don't you fucking move.

(Ray grunting)

(Rooker laughing)

- So, I guess this is where you-

(gunshots firing)

- No!

(hits thuds)
(Yukio grunts)

(Ray yells)
(hit thuds)

(Yukio thuds)

(Rooker thuds)

No.

- [Jada] Daddy?

(soft emotional music)

- [Grant] You're okay.

- Hey.

Hey, Jay-Bird.

- Ray-Ray.

- I bet you weren't even scared,
huh?

- Not a bit.

How's Pops?

(soft emotional music)

- Hope you know your old man
would be very proud of you.

- Yeah, well enjoy it while you
can,

'cause we got a lot of questions
we're gonna have to answer.

- Question?

What questions are you talking
about?

Oh, I know he is not talking
about

calling the fucking cops again,
is he?

- Yeah, Vincent.

I think he is.

- Are you serious?

You still wanna play Boy Scout?

After everything that's
fucking happened here?

There are so many dead
bodies in this building,

lots of which you dropped.

Or did you forget that?

- I told you, we're doing this
my way.

- You sure about that, big man?

Huh?

- Vincent.

Hey.

It's over.

(soft emotional music)

- It doesn't have to be.

(Yukio yelling)

(gunshots firing)

(Yukio thuds)

- You see? You fucking
need someone like me!

That's what happens when
you don't finish a job!

- Can we go home now?

- Yeah, baby.

We can go home.

- All of you guys go.

I'm gonna stay and clean
some of this shit up.

I don't know about you, but
after this,

I'm gonna sleep like a fucking
log.

- Not me.

I'm gonna have nightmares about
devils

for the rest of my life.

(Vincent scoffs)

- Oh, those stupid masks?

Don't worry.

There aren't any of those
guys abound anymore.

- What did you say?

- I told her the masks weren't
so scary.

- Yeah, how did you know?

- Shit.

I shouldn't have said that,
should I?

- You weren't there
when Pops told us that.

- Oh no, no, the cop told me.

The cop told me about
the guys in the masks.

G, we were there.

- The cops didn't say anything.

- He did, he told us about
the guys in the masks.

- He didn't say anything about
masks!

- Let me explain, G.

Come on.

- You're the only person who
knew what hospital I was in.

Were you a part of this the
whole time?

They killed my father!

And they took my daughter
from me, Vincent.

- Son of a bitch.

You told Rooker Jada was
with Pops, didn't you?

- Why? We treated you like
family.

- Like family?

Like family? You treated
me like a family pet.

Let me tell you something G,

you and your father didn't
give a shit about me.

The only reason I was here is
because I have no bloodlines.

You know, one thing that Rooker
had

that your old man didn't?

He paid.

He paid more! That's
how you lost everyone!

And you know what? He was
gonna give me status and power.

I was gonna run this
whole trafficking thing.

Me!

Which would've been a lot better

than being your fucking chauffer
for the rest of my life.

- You're a piece of shit.

- You know what?

I actually understand
why you feel like that.

But then you're a cop,
so who gives a fuck?

But me and you, G, we were
close.

I fucked it up.

Shit!

But it's okay, because the only
person

that really sucks for is you
guys.

- No!

(gunshots firing)
- Daddy!

Daddy, no.

No, please don't die.

- And for what?

For Goody Two Shoes here

who was gonna turn us all in at
the end?

Well, I got some good news for
you G,

I don't kill kids, but you know
what?

I think she's gonna end
up an orphan anyway.

And you, you fucking pig cunt.

You, I'm gonna enjoy this.

(Vincent panting)

(gun clicking)

Shit.

(Ray grunting)
(punches thudding)

(neck cracks)

(Vincent thuds)

(soft emotional music)

- Daddy? Daddy, please be okay.

- I'm gonna be okay, baby.
- Hey.

- You're lying.

- I don't wanna leave you.

I never wanted to leave you.

(Jada sobbing)

I'm gonna have to go, now, hm?

But you're gonna be
fine with Uncle Ray-Ray.

She's gonna be fine with
you, hm, isn't she, bud?

- She's gonna be fine.

(Grant inhales deeply)

- Why'd you do that?

Why?

That bullet had my name on it.

Since when do you care about
other people?

- You're not other people,
asshole.

You're my brother.

And you've been saving my
life since I was a kid.

That's why I did it.

That why I did it, to protect
you.

I think I beat you to it.

- [Ray] Hey, hey, hey.

Shh, Grant, please.

(soft emotional music)

(Jada sobbing)

- So, what happens now?

- I don't know.

But nothing bad is ever
gonna happen to you.

- You sound like Daddy.

(Ray chuckles)

- Your dad wanted make
sure you're safe, okay?

But you're with me, always.

(police sirens wailing)

- Are we in trouble?

- No, but I have some questions
that I need to answer.

- Like what?

- Like the importance
of family and loyalty.

(soft emotional music)

(soft orchestral music)

(singer vocalizing)
(soft orchestral music)

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪

♪ Oh oh oh ♪