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[drum roll]

[cheering]

[announcer] Oh, what a fantastic way

to start the evening.

Ladies and gentlemen

it's fight night number nine.

And this is the one we've all been waiting for.

In the red corner

it's the Ruskie

Vladimir 'The Hammer' Starzuskie.

And in the black corner

it's the pretty boy

it's 'One Round' Eddie.

Will 'One Round' Eddie live up to his name?

Or will 'The Hammer' come crashing down

and make history?

We're gonna find out.

In the center ring is our referee.

We've already discussed the rules in you dressing rooms.

But I want to remind you

to protect yourselves in there at all times.

Listen to my commands and obey.

When I say break, I want you to take a clean step back.

Any questions?

Good.

Good luck to both of you.

Shake hands now. Go to your corners.

And wait for sound of the bell.

It's Hammer Time.

[announcer] ...the boxers to their corners.

Here is the beautiful Ashley.

She's the muse that wears no shoes.

And if history repeats itself

we probably will not be seeing her

for round number two.

But that's enough bloviating. Let's get to it.

It's fight time.

[bell rings]

The Ruskie goes right after him.

He lands a right. He nails him with a right.

It throws him back to the corner.

I think there's even blood

coming out of his eye or his left cheek.

[announcer's voice fades]

[car hooting]

Shit!

Shit!

[exclaims] [country music]

[panting]

Fuck.

[exclaims] Fuck.

[country music continues]

Yeah. That's right.

I don't know. I don't know what people see in him.

I mean... God damn horses.

All they do is attract flies.

I mean the flies are every fucking where.

Jesus Christ. I'm telling you.

They cost a lot more

than a fucking car.

Yeah, you did... wait a minute.

Hold on a second.

Hold up.

[screams and laughs]

Hey, Buddy.

- Yeah. - Excuse me sir.

What? What is it?

Do you see I'm busy here?

I'm just trying to say I'm taking out a load right now.

- Ok. - All right?

- Rusty is here, by the way. - Rusty.

Okay. That's great.

Yeah. Damn it, man.

That mope.

He's a good old boy.

I think he's gonna want money.

Look.

Hang on. Hey.

Sweetheart, can you tell him to come in?

- Can you do that? - What boss?

Can you get Rudy in here?

Can you?

- Yeah, sure. No problem. - Great.

Yeah. Yeah.

Come on in, Rudy.

What can I do for you?

Boss, I gotta go get my nails done.

Bye!

Sorry.

[stammering] It's Rusty, Sir.

Bye. I think that's my best hire.

Just beautiful, smart.

She's smart as a whip.

Yeah?

[laughs] Whip. I didn't mean to say that.

[exclaims]

I was just wondering if I could get my paycheck.

[clears throat] But.

Is the truck unloaded?

It's over there now. They're working on it.

So, you want payment before

the work is completed. Is that?

That's not very professional. Is it now?

No.

I'm not trying to be unprofessional, Sir.

It's been three weeks.

- And just... - What?

- Three weeks? - Three weeks.

- Three fucking weeks? - [laughs nervously]

Oh my god!

Who the fuck is running this ship here, huh?

I don't know.

You think you can do a better job

to run it than I can?

- I mean... - No!

I mean because I'm fucking it up.

- No. - Obviously.

No. I'm not trying to say that, Sir.

Look. How about this? Can I...

Look, I'll tell you what.

Maybe you can unload the truck today.

And then come back here tomorrow afternoon and

we'll clear up the whole matter.

- Yeah, tomorrow. Sure. - Yeah, okay.

- Absolutely, alright. - Oh, great.

- Thanks, Boss. - Thanks, Rudy.

Son of a bitch.

Where is that...

Okay, you bastard.

[somber music]

[sighs deeply]

[phone rings]

Hello.

Hi, Rusty.

Can you come around?

Something's wrong with my plumbing.

Yeah.

I'll be right over.

[somber music continues]

[exclaims]

[groans]

Here we are, Rusty.

A nice, wet lemonade.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Appreciate it. - [exclaims]

So, how's it going?

It's good. Yeah, uh...

You've just got a lot of growth down there.

[exclaims]

Think you can tame it?

- [giggles] - Uh. Yeah.

Let's get to the point. Fuck the grass.

I have a much bigger job for you.

Let's go inside.

Inside the house?

Thanks.

I want you to kill someone for me.

Come again?

Execute, eliminate, snuff

neutralize, take-out.

Okay.

[stammering] Why?

He killed my husband.

- Jim? - Yes.

- No. The police said that Jim... - That it was an accident?

Fishing in the same spot for 20 years...

and he drowns?

And they don't find his body.

He was murdered.

And that bastard got off scott-free.

Who? What bastard?

Our yard manager, Bruce.

I hired an accountant to check the books.

There were inconsistencies to say the least.

Only I can't prove it.

Little rat covered his trial.

Candice, listen. I understand you're upset.

Upset? I'm focused.

I am so focused.

I'm more focused than I've been in the last 20 years.

From when I first set sights on my Jim, God rest his soul.

But it has been hard

around here with Jim gone.

Candice, I'm really sorry.

But

killing somebody is not gonna change anything.

It's not about the money.

He gave me something.

He gave me a painting.

He gave it to me on our wedding day.

And one day I was gonna give it to our daughter.

Please.

I'm begging you.

If you can't do it

bring him to me and I'll do it myself.

I just wanna know the truth.

Okay.

Two thousand up front.

Fifty thousand if you find my painting

kill that bastard

and find out where they buried my Jim.

I need to think about this.

- [exclaims] - Okay.

Take your time.

Whatever you decide

thank you.

[soft suspenseful music]

[television dialogue in background]

Check it out. Here it comes.

"You wanna piece of me"?

"Well, say hello to my little friend".

[all laughing]

Hey Gary, how do you have that memorized already?

More importantly, how do you even have this?

This is still in theaters.

Connection, Mo-fo. I've got me connections.

- Lots of them. - Ah, man.

The only connections you have

still live in their parents' basement.

- [laughing] - Make fun of me all you like.

But when the end of the world comes

you guys are all gonna be running to me.

I know it.

Here we go again.

What's the date of that again.

It's happening sooner than you get laid.

[hollers]

We've got plenty of time, then.

- We got time. - [all laughing]

Just give it up or Rusty will shut that mouth for you.

Hey, don't make promises you can't keep.

I'm not getting involved.

You're at the center of this Rusty, okay?

This has got you by your balls.

See that beer you are drinking

the food you buy?

Even the toothpaste you use

all owned by like five different companies.

See, now you've done it.

Now you've done it.

Unemployment is up.

The economy is shitting bricks. Bricks that we owe to China.

FEMA, that shit's real.

And then China, Russia, Saudi Arabia all made a deal.

And we're not even in on it.

Gary. Enough of your conspiracy bullshit, okay?

- It's not bullshit! - It is bullshit.

The economy is fine.

Unemployment is low.

These are facts, not...

These are facts. Big Brother...

he's not gonna turn us into soylent green.

And... I have proof.

I got a raise.

A raise?

Of course you would, you liberal elitist motherfucker.

You know what? If you just pull your hillbilly head

out of your redneck ass for five minutes at your job

and quit swiping right

maybe you'd get a raise too.

See, this is how they do it. They're dividing us.

You guys are gonna keep yapping

or are you going to let me earn some rent money?

Oh man, you short again?

Yeah. Buddy keeps telling me he'll pay me next week.

Ass-hole. You know what? You need to switch it up a bit.

Quit that job, man.

I've got all my money tied up in that truck.

What am I supposed to do?

- You could be a cleaner. - Sell the truck?

A cleaner?

Yeah. Like Boris.

Like a hitman?

Damn right. My friend, Bill, he'll hook you up.

Bill, the gun nut with the creepy garage.

He's a survival specialist.

If it kills, it's at Bill's.

- Catchy. - Yeah, I see.

See a hit-man.

You get to take out ass-holes and get paid for it.

And the women.

Yeah, and the jail time.

And getting shot.

Come on, there must be

hundreds of places around here where you can hide a body.

Don't ask, don't tell.

Gary's ass-hole. It's the first place I'll go.

I believe him.

You should think about it. You would be great at it.

In fact, I think it wouldn't be your first time, huh?

- Come on. - What? Too soon?

- Dude. - Too soon?

If ya didn't like that, you guys aren't going to like this.

Flush, Motherfuckers!

[all screaming]

[all moaning]

My chips, my chips.

Here. Don't spend it all in one spot.

Guys, I gotta go to work.

Buddy's got me running loads right now.

Heading to the desert.

Which is weird, because there's no horses there.

But I'll see you alls later.

That does sound weird.

Be safe.

Don't invite him next time, please?

What the fuck?

God...

damn it.

[knocking on door]

He's not here again.

He has to be. There's his truck.

Yes, can I help you?

Rusty Tulloch?

Yeah.

You're Rusty Tulloch?

Yes. Can I help you?

I'm Mrs. Williams from the Sackberge Bank.

And this is my associate, Mr. Goldstein.

And we are here because you have not reached out

to us once on your lack of payments.

And you haven't been returning our calls.

And we came here to ask

you what your plans are?

[sighing] Look.

It's been a little hard to get paid lately.

And what I have been paid. It's just nothing.

Looks like you need a second job.

A second job?

It's way too late for that.

We're sorry, but this is your final letter from us.

You need to remove yourself

from the property

in 30 days.

I'm sorry, Mr. Tulloch, but...

she sometimes jumps to conclusions.

[sighs]

Why did you take the letter?

Gloria, you really need to work on your soul.

He's really trying.

Whatever.

Really?

Come on, I'll get you some coffee.

I don't need any coffee.

[guitar music]

Shit man, 30 days?

Yeah, 30 days.

It sucks.

You can stay with me in my trailer if you...

Now there's an uplifting prospect.

[Rusty] I appreciate that.

This calls for a drink.

To hitting rock bottom.

Never thought you would get there before Gary.

- Let go of me. - I said I'm sorry.

Not good enough.

I said let go.

Ass-hole, let go of me!

Hey!

Leave her alone.

Mind your own business, ass-hole.

Don't make me hurt you like I did last time.

Hey Rusty, what the hell are you doing here?

Trusty-Rusty.

Oh boy!

Even this bitch got more fight than you.

[laughing] Right.

[action music]

You murdered him.

[heart beating]

Rusty.

One Round.

Stop being such a melodramatic little bitch.

He'll be fine.

Fortunately.

Not the smoothest rescue.

[sighs]

Cat got your tongue?

What?

Gimme your hand.

You owe me a round of drinks.

One Round.

Yeah.

Sure.

When?

You'll have to figure that out yourself.

But, make it soon.

I have a tendency to change my mind.

We're at a bar.

[whistling]

Thanks, boys.

It's been fun.

[soft classical music]

[knocking on door]

Come in.

I'm so sorry. I can come back.

No. Come on in, please.

Can I get you a drink?

No, no ma'am.

No, thank you.

I take it you've been considering my offer.

Yes.

Yes. I have been.

And?

I'll do it.

[inhales deeply]

Fantastic.

It would've been a shame to kill someone as handsome as you.

I'm kidding. I'm just kidding.

I'll be right back.

Here you are.

Two thousand, as promised.

And everything you need is in this folder.

Excuse me, sorry.

Oh no, it's okay.

[exhales loudly]

Thank you.

I just have one little problem.

I need you to be...

very discreet.

My husband's business wasn't exactly above board.

Your husband was a criminal?

No, nothing like that.

All the paperwork on the sand and gravel was appropriate.

On the side he sold storage.

And we just don't know what was being stored.

[Rusty exclaims]

And in here is a picture of my beloved painting.

- Here it is. - Yes.

It's not worth much on the open market, but...

to me it has priceless memories.

You're sure that it was Bruce who killed your husband?

No question.

All the embezzlement occurred from the units under his control

He's still running the official business.

I guess he figures he got off clean.

[sighs]

I am afraid.

I'm afraid if he knows I know.

I'll be next.

[suspenseful musical score]

Anyway.

Everything I have on him is in there.

He's a creature of habit.

He goes out for a smoke every evening at five.

Well.

They say bad habits will kill you.

Let's hope so.

Slowly.

[gun fires]

Geez. Whoa.

Who are you?

I'm Rusty, Ma'am.

Don't ma'am me. I ain't your ma'am.

What do you want?

I'm here to see Bill.

Never seen you before.

I'm sorry.

Gary gave me the address. I'm here to see Bill.

Get up here. Come on.

Yeah.

Gary?

That pen-high little fella?

Yeah, Gary.

Well, he a candidate for a room with padded walls.

You crazy?

No.

A cop?

[laughing] No.

Suicidal?

No.

Homicidal?

No. Of Course not.

I just wanted to... hunt.

Deer.

Good God, Almighty.

Never thought I'd meet a worse liar than my husband.

Bill.

Company.

Uhm, there's 20 to a box.

How many do you want?

[Rusty exclaims]

Five.

Seven. Ten.

Yeah. Ten boxes.

Ten boxes.

Do you have blanks?

Yeah. We have blanks.

Not gonna ask why you need blanks.

Blanks. We got blanks. Yep.

Take this too.

Those deer can be mighty quick.

And untrustworthy.

Best to have some protection.

Thank you ma'am, Lilly.

Lilly. Bill.

Trust nobody.

Okay.

[Rusty exclaims]

- Yeah. You can count that out. - Excuse me.

Thank you.

Snake of a woman.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Hey.

[stammering] It's Rusty.

I met you at the bar the other day.

Well. If it isn't One Round.

Took you long enough.

Thought you lost your nerve.

No. You were right. I owe you one.

Wow. Taking one for the team.

That's noble.

I don't mean it like that.

Do you bat for the other team?

What?

No.

What makes you think that?

Meagan.

Meagan?

Told you that I bat for the other team? What?

That's my name.

Oh.

Oh, Meagan. Yeah.

It's beautiful.

Hello?

Eight P.M.

Tonight. At Jake's.

Okay. I'll see you.

[suspenseful music]

Get him inside.

Get him to talk.

Get him inside.

And just. Get him to talk.

[classical music]

We're closed, man.

Yeah. My fuel filter clogged.

I just wanted to see if I can pick up a new one?

Do I look like a fucking parts store to you?

[muttering] What an asshole.

No, you don't look like a parts store.

You wanna say that to my face. You ugly, dumb, fucking trucker?

Sure.

Why don't you turn around?

I'm getting tired of talking to your asshole anyways.

Wait.

Are you alright?

Yeah. I'm fine.

[gun fires]

[Johann Strauss' "Blue Danube Waltz" playing]

You're a squirrelly son of a bitch, I'll give you that.

You're fucking shooting at me.

[groans]

Lucky for me you brought that little toy along.

Makes it a lot easier to to look like self-defense.

Is this where you killed Jim?

What the fuck are you saying?

How'd you do it?

[Bruce laughs]

Is that what this is about?

Did that ugly bitch

tell you that bullshit?

While you were bumping uglies?

No.

Look, I've killed a lot of people in my time.

[coughs]

Men, women, children.

Dogs, cats.

Once even a cute little pig, named Buttons.

You don't want to name them.

And you.

Soon enough.

But Jim?

[scoffs] No.

I didn't kill him.

Much as I wanted to.

Then who did it?

I don't get paid to ask questions.

Well, you're gonna.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

You were taking money from Candice.

What, did Jim find out?

I didn't take her money.

If I had her money

I'd be in fucking Panama.

Right now.

- No, I... - Liar!

Come on. Easy.

Take it easy.

You might as well kill me, because I ain't talking.

Oh, yeah.

How about that?

Don't I know you from somewhere?

[suspenseful music]

Maybe I'll have a go at your girlfriend tonight.

Show her how a real man performs.

[suspenseful music continues]

[loud cheering]

[heart beating]

[exhales loudly]

I'm not gonna do it.

[guitar music]

Hey.

Hey.

One Round.

You look surprised.

Yeah. In a good way.

I was just hoping to get here before you.

My daddy always said.

Hope in one hand, piss in the other.

See which one fills up first.

[laughs] Wow.

Smart man.

Yeah. He was.

So, how about that drink?

- Oh, yeah. Walt? - Yeah?

Can I get two tequilas, two beers, two wines

and a glass of water.

I don't know if you have peanuts or if it's just the pretzels...

It's just pretzels today.

And can I make a suggestion?

Yeah.

The wine will make you throw up.

Oh. Nix the wine.

Tequila and beer.

What, are you trying to get me drunk, One Round?

No. The water's for you.

Okay.

Touché, Rusty, touché.

[suspenseful musical score]

Thank you, Walt.

[exclaims]

[Meagan] We're gonna need some more of these.

So.

Tell me about yourself.

I'm rich.

[laughs]

- At least... - We all are...

Yeah. Exactly.

At least I

I thought I was.

Until my dad died.

Was it recently?

I mean, it feels like it was yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. It happens.

You just

never think it will happen to you.

You know?

Always other people, but

never you.

And then it does.

Yeah.

[exhales] I'm just a barrel of laughs this evening.

Sorry.

My parents died when I was 22.

O, my god.

How?

They were murdered.

O, my god.

Yeah.

I think my dad was murdered too.

The cops. They say it was just an accident.

But

You don't think so.

I don't know. It's just...

Nevermind.

[suspenseful musical score]

[exclaims]

Two more shots on the house.

Anything else?

No, that's great. Thank you.

If you need anything. Just holler.

Salute.

Oh, wait.

Here.

I'm sorry. I was just eating that.

That was a hint, Rusty.

I'm not very good at hints.

You have to spell it out.

[soft guitar music]

I still didn't get it.

Can you spell it out again?

[laughing] O, my god, Rusty.

Take your shot.

- Hi. - Hop in.

You sure you don't wanna come with me?

I can't. I can't.

I'll call you. Okay?

Okay.

I ain't playing games, Bruce.

And I imagine you don't wanna play games either.

So you're going to tell me

everything I wanna know.

You're empty.

[laughs]

Well, it was empty.

But now, there's a bullet in it.

One bullet?

Please.

You don't do Russian Roulette with a semi-auto, you dumb-ass.

You can.

If you take a bunch of blanks

and you mix them all up.

And you don't know which is which.

Just shoot me.

You fucking amateur.

Just get it over with.

- Bruce... - I'm not talking.

[sighs loudly]

Bruce.

I'm gonna count to three.

One...

Two...

God dammit, Bruce.

Bruce, if I say 'three', I'm going to fucking shoot you.

Yeah. Right.

[gun fires] [suspenseful music]

[screams] Jesus Christ.

What are the odds?

[screams] Oh, man.

You blew my whole fucking ear off.

Shut up!

- Shut up. - I can't hear.

What are you saying, man?

- You blew my fucking ear off. - Shut up.

Shut up or I'll blow your other ear off.

All right. That's better.

Who killed Jim?

I don't know.

Yeah.

I got a theory.

I got a theory.

Okay. Here's the theory.

Jim was in pretty deep.

I mean way deep with some real, real bad people.

There's a boss. He goes by the name of

Big

Big G.

[heavy breathing]

And Jim was getting a little tight

and he

he stole

money from Big G.

Not a good idea.

Put a hit on him.

Yeah.

That's it.

You blew my fucking ear off.

Jesus. All right, all right.

The killer is two towns up.

I got word to him

at this

Asian

massage parlor.

Goes by the name of

Double Dee.

I never talked to him. I never saw him.

I just know

that there was a drop-off

[exclaims]

and I took

Yeah. You sold him out.

I didn't sell him out, he sold me out.

He said that I took the money.

He sold me out.

And... that's the end of it.

Turnabout is fair play.

[moans]

Bruce.

You know I can't let you go.

Wait a second.

I knew you looked familiar.

You're 'One Round' Eddie, aren't you?

You can't know about that. How do you know about that?

Oh, cute.

Blanks, huh?

[soft suspenseful music]

Let's go over this again.

Rangers go in the house

you hop out, pop the trunk

and I'm gonna switch the bags.

Got it.

[coughs]

Snipes.

Why the lights still on?

They're cool.

We're not in pursuit.

Not yet.

Why the hell you guys have your lights on still.

Benson wants them on.

I didn't say that.

Yes, you did.

Hello, Boys.

Good morning ma'am.

Sorry to bother you this morning.

I'm detective Dickinson and this is detective Gilson.

I'm wondering if we can speak to you this morning.

Sure. Anything wrong?

May we come in?

Oh, yes.

Off course, come on in.

[suspenseful music]

We got several reports of gun shots fired

in the vicinity of your business.

We investigated and...

there appear to be signs of an altercation.

[Candice] Oh no.

My God. Was anyone hurt?

There was some blood at the scene,

but we're still waiting

on the results from our lab.

[Dickson] Is there anything

that you might have heard or could tell us?

No. Nothing.

What's going on?

Why are the cops here?

Did they find something about daddy's murder?

I'm sorry. Whose murder?

Jim Palmer.

Jim Palmer's death was an accident.

Is there anything about your husband's death

that you haven't shared with us?

No, no, no, sir.

Nothing at all. My daughter

is just a little excitable is all.

- Excitable? - Alright, listen, look,

I understand and I am sorry for your loss.

Have you heard anything

from your husband's business associate?

I believe his name is...

Bruce Swinger?

Springer.

Okay, Bruce Springer.

You know, he didn't show up for work today.

[soft rhythmic music]

Is that what this is about?

Is Bruce missing too?

No, sweetie,

these gentlemen are just letting us know

that last night there was some sort of altercation

at the gravel yard.

That's all.

That's right, miss. We got reports of shots fired.

Well, that's not that odd.

Bruce sometimes shoots cans out back.

He and daddy used to.

Absolutely. I'm sure that's all it was.

Okay, listen, listen.

Is there any other information,

anything you can think of?

Anything?

That can help us out.

No. No.

Been pretty normal around here.

Okay, in that case, I'm going to leave you

with my card

and in case you think of anything at all,

please let us know.

Great, thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you for coming by.

Nice day, ma'am.

Nice day.

Don't do that in front of them, dude.

[exclaims] Perfect.

[knock on door] [Megon exclaims]

Officers, did you...

[exclaims] Rusty! Come on in.

Oh my gosh, you were fast

last night will go down

as one of the greatest nights of my life.

Whoa!

Hey, mom. Who are you...

- Megon? - Rusty?

What are you doing here?

I live here, asshole.

Oh no, Candice isn't your mom?

[laughs] Ding, ding, ding.

You two have met?

[gasps]

No, this is not,

this isn't what it looks like.

[laughs] You know, silly me.

I forgot first dating rule number one;

asking if you're banging my mom.

- Honey. - No.

Oh what? So this was last night's mystery guy?

God! No wonder you didn't come home with me last night.

No, Megon, please, look.

Just, let's talk about this.

- Oh, God. - [Rusty] Megon.

- No. - [Rusty] Please, this is...

Go fuck yourself.

- Or my mom. - Oh, honey.

- No, Megon. - Come on.

We can share.

You know, she'll get over it.

She always does.

- I should go after her. - So, where's my painting?

My painting?

I don't have it.

Okay, so where'd you bury him?

We can look for clues in his wallet.

Listen, I didn't kill Bruce.

- I shot him. - So where is he?

[exclaims] I don't know.

He got away. He hit me over the head

and he got away.

I got a lead, like a clue.

You know?

A lead?

- Yeah. - Did that lead

lead those nice detectives

straight to my house today?

I don't think so. I don't know. What did they say?

Luckily they were as clueless

as you are at the moment.

Yeah, no. They don't know about our arrangement.

- There's no way... - We don't have an arrangement.

- [exclaims] - I suggest you remember that.

I also suggest you go out

and you find my painting.

Especially if you ever want to see Megon again.

- Get out of my house. - Yes, ma'am.

[Lilly] How ya'll doing? Look at my little cocks.

Yeah, okay.

[Rusty] Hey, Lilly.

[Lilly] Wasn't expecting

you back so soon.

You running from something?

[exclaims]

I need another gun.

What happened to the first one?

Well... [sighs]

[instrumental music] The truth.

Or so help me God

I'll write those words in blood

on a piece of paper and I'll make you swallow them.

I lost it.

[sighs]

Bill!

Dammit, Lilly. What is it that you want?

Bring Rusty the 9mm.

- Oh, Rusty's back. Hey, Rusty. - Mm-hmm.

- [Bill mumbles in background] - It's your lucky day.

I'm giving away free life lessons

with every gun purchase.

[laughs] I don't need it.

Yes, ma'am.

- See that deer? - Yeah.

[Lilly] He's criticizing you.

Telling you, you ain't man enough.

Yeah.

Now do you feel it?

- Yeah. - Do you

feel the blood burning in your veins?

Yeah.

Then what are you going to do?

[exclaims]

[gunshot]

Wrong!

You ever tried pissing with a boner?

- No. - Don't be coy with me, boy.

You got more experience with that one eyed snake

than you do that nine.

Why do you think that beauty is any different?

[soft instrumental music]

Guilt, fear and anger.

They ain't nothing but emotions.

You're going to have to take them

and put them

in an ice cold cage.

This is a beautiful woman.

She deserves to be respected.

Focus on her.

[gunshot]

Yeah!

We might make a hunter

out of you after all.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental Japanese music]

- Hello, how can I help you? - Hi.

Yeah, I was told I could find

DD here?

Maybe you could show me to him?

[exclaims] Shit.

Sorry.

Sure, let me see if he

can go see you.

[exclaims]

I was wondering if

maybe we could keep it a surprise?

[Rusty] Thank you.

I'll be right back.

I'm going to warm up the oil,

so go and flip over for me, okay?

You don't mind if I change before we do this, do you?

Yes, I'm talking to you, mister creeper in the corner.

Who do you work for?

I will be asking...

the questions.

If that's okay.

Ask away.

I'm an open book.

[soft suspenseful music] [Rusty sighs]

You just stay right over there.

That's far enough.

Touchy, touchy.

Is this your first time?

[laughs]

I can't believe you keep asking me that.

Just a question.

[soft suspenseful music]

Jim Palmer.

You killed him?

I need to know what you did with him.

[gasps] Uh-oh.

Has a little birdie been telling you things?

[sighs]

Don't play games with me.

[DD yells]

[groaning]

[suspenseful music]

[exclaims] Such a Dom.

Enough with the sexy stuff.

Fine, you want it rough?

[dramatic music]

[DD] You'll never find him

or his money.

[Rusty] Tell me about Jim Palmer.

What's in it for you?

Tell me!

Are you going to kill me?

[Rusty] That depends on how helpful you are.

Who paid you?

I don't know.

That's not going to cut it.

That's all I've got.

Try again.

Who sent you?

The daughter?

[heavy breathing]

- [laughing] - Be proud of it.

Interesting.

You're DD?

Why is everyone so surprised by that?

[Bruce] I guess the name fits.

Eyes up, asshole.

Asshole? This asshole just saved your life.

I came here to warn you.

Yes, warning received.

However it wouldn't be necessary

if you kept your mouth shut

in the first place.

[gunshot]

Christ sake!

[screaming]

Kill him.

Kill him!

I can't hear a thing!

Come on, someone hired you

to track down Jim's killer, didn't they?

He's as responsible as I am.

Do it!

Wait, wait, wait.

I know who killed your parents.

What do you mean?

[exclaims] Could you two stop

lactating and get on with it?

Bill and Melissa, June the 15th.

Does that ring a bell?

For fuck sake. So the lump used Google.

Get on with it already.

Shut up! [gunshot]

[exclaims] Fuckity, fuck, fuck.

This is really bad.

We got to get the fuck out of here.

We're leaving now. Come on.

You're not going anywhere.

Tell me who killed my parents.

- Easy. - Who

killed my parents?

Alright, I'm going to tell you.

It was an enforcer.

He went by the name of Angel.

And Jim and I back in the day,

we worked with him.

And you were supposed to throw the fight.

Remember? And when you didn't,

he got the fucking call.

And you know what?

It's bad. It's really bad

and I'm so sorry, but we got to get out of here.

Now, man.

Grab her legs.

Come on, get her legs.

Right now. Get her legs.

[train horn]

Alright, Bruce,

I'm going to go see if I can find a shovel.

What?

I'm going to go see if I can find a shovel.

Go, man.

Okay, I'm going to be over here.

[groans] My head.

[mischievous music]

What the fuck are you doing here?

[Rusty] Jesus Christ!

- Megon? - [laughs]

Wait, where you expecting my mom or something?

Oh my God, were you guys

going to... Here?

What? No.

What are you guys playing Jane and fucking Tarzan

of the gravel pit?

Yeah, Megon, yes.

We're playing Jane

and fucking Tarzan of the gravel pit.

Okay.

Well, you know, I'm investigating

a fucking crime here, so. Bye.

Megon.

Nothing happened.

I should have expected this.

I mean it's not like my mom and dad

ever had a healthy relationship.

They were always seeing other people

and you know,

I'm just a dysfunctional

fucking magnet so, makes sense.

Megon.

What?

[sighs]

Come on, Rusty. You can't just kiss your way out of this.

- Wait. - Why not?

What is that?

It's ketchup.

Oh, okay. Good, I...

What? Did you think it was blood?

Yeah, for a second it kind of looked like it.

I don't know, I'm just [laughs]

Kind of paranoid, sorry.

Yeah.

Wait, what are you doing here?

Same as you.

I'm investigating too.

Really?

Yeah, I didn't want somebody

coming after you and your mom

so, you know, what have you found?

Well, it's just too weird, isn't it?

I mean, first my dad,

then Bruce?

Yeah.

I think there was definitely a fight

there's bullets under the car.

Well...

I mean, it could just be

Bruce letting off steam, you know?

[imitates gunshots]

Then where is he?

[Bruce] I'm right here.

- Yeah, see? - [Bruce] Hey.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

Jesus Christ, Bruce. What the...

the hell happened to you?

Oh my God, what happened?

Well, would you believe

I got drunk and tried to

pierce my fucking ear.

With a gun?

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Well, where have you been?

Sleeping it off.

Okay, well, we should tell the cops.

[Rusty] What?

No, no, no. No need for the cops.

I feel stupid enough as it is, alright?

Well, my mom has her car.

No, look, Rusty will help me out.

Won't you, Rusty?

- Oh, yeah. - [Bruce] Alright.

- Sure. - Wait, you guys know each other?

Oh yeah, I came here the other day

you know, we hit it off.

We sure did, yeah.

Wow.

Is that your truck?

Oh, yeah...

Yeah. [exclaims]

Tulloch Trucking.

[laughs] Yeah, that's my name.

- Yeah. - Well...

If you want to make this morning up to me.

I do, yeah.

Take me for a ride.

Later, yeah, anytime.

- No. - Now?

What's your deal?

No, it's just it's dirty.

It's a work truck.

What, does it smell like perfume or something?

Do you have another girl in there?

No.

Oh my God, that's it, isn't it?

- No. - How many girls are you fucking?

Megon, no.

What is it, a guy then?

Ah, it's road kill.

Road kill!

Rusty saw a dead deer on the highway.

And he stopped and pulled that big thing over

and grabbed it and put it in the back.

- It is a mess. - [Rusty] It's a mess.

- You don't want to go there. - [Rusty] Yeah.

- It is pretty bad. - [indistinct]

- It's a mess. - You know what...

you guys are being fucking weird.

Whatever!

- Megon! - [Megon] Creepers.

Creepers, huh?

- Road kill. - [Rusty] Road kill!

Yeah, what did you want me to do?

Tell her that you shot me, huh?

I thought I was pretty good. What were you coming up with?

I don't know. You kinda derailed me when

you talked about piercing your ears with a fucking gun!

Yeah, well do me a favor, would you.

Go get the shovels and start digging.

- I am gonna go get the shovels. - Go! Do it!

[phone ringing]

[tense music] We didn't check her.

- Yeah, I know. - Shit! We didn't look.

You better get it.

- Why don't you get it. - No, you get it.

Alright.

- [groans] - Let me see it.

- Oh! It's Big G. - What? Really?

[Bruce exclaims]

- Well, answer it. - I'm not going to.

You answer it.

No, it's locked. Hang on.

Oh, it's got a passcode on it, I'm sure.

[text alert chimes] No, a text came through.

- Hang on. - [Bruce exclaims]

What does it say?

Buddy.

That motherfucker!

You know him?

Yes, I do.

- Dirt bag. - Fuck it.

I'm paying them with fucker a visit. It's pay day.

More shots fired.

Yeah, you think Big G is acting up?

I hope so. Want to get my hands on.

I'd just settle for discovering who the fuck this guy is.

Let's go.

[door knock]

- Rusty! - [Rusty] Candice.

Come on in. I didn't expect you back so soon.

What's up?

[exclaims] I've got good news.

You found Bruce?

Jim's killer is dead.

Fantastic! So, where is he?

[Megon] Rusty?

- I thought it was you. - Megon.

What are you doing here?

- I-I was here looking for you. - He...

He came to see you dear, yeah.

- That's right. - I was asking where you were.

- [exclaims] - Cut the bullshit.

You were always a bad liar, mom.

You know, let's just...

leave her be. I don't want her to suspect anything.

We'll deal with this later.

- Yeah. - Go.

[Rusty] Megon!

You know, I'm really trying here.

But if you're going to keep running out on me like this

every time, I'm not going to keep following you.

I don't like playing games.

You could have fooled me.

Okay, answer me this.

Where you here to see me?

No, I was here to see your mom.

I knew it.

Megon, it's not like that. I work for your mom.

I know. She told me you are the garden boy.

No.

I do other things for your mom too.

- Oh my God! She pay you to... - No!

Megon seriously?

All for crying out aloud.

No, I...

I investigate for your mom.

Investigating?

Your dad.

We've talked about this.

Oh!

Well, what have you found?

Can you keep a secret?

What's wrong? [car approaching]

What's going on?

Officers.

Afternoon, mam

Megon, isn't it?

- I'd like to speak with you. - Why?

[exclaims] I think this might be...

better discussed in private, mam.

You.

You look familiar.

- Do I know you? - Oh.

No, I don't think so.

[tense music]

Your face. I know this face.

- Ever been arrested. - No. No, sir.

No, I haven't.

[laughs] I was just messing with you.

[exclaims] Live around here?

Yeah, not far.

Seen anything...

unusual lately?

Unusual like what?

That's actually cars, late night visitors, you know,

- anything like that? - Excuse me,

but what the fuck are you asking?

Are you saying my mom is a drug dealer?

[Dickson] No.

No, not at all, Megon.

Actually, we're looking out for your safety.

So, want to make sure that, you know, now that...

- Bruce. - Bruce.

Ever since Bruce's disappearance.

Oh, Bruce is fine.

- What? - He's fine.

He got drunk, and had an accident.

- Accident? - [Candice] Who had an accident?

Bruce.

- Bruce? - Have you heard from him?

No. Have you?

I did. I saw him last night.

Can you give me a time, and a location for this meeting

- between you all? - No, it wasn't a meeting.

I just ran into him at the gravel yard

at around, I don't know, 8 p.m. I guess.

What were you doing at the gravel yard so late?

Looking for him,

- for... clues. - [scoffs] Clues?

Yes, clues.

What, do you think you're the only ones allowed

to investigate suspicious things?

[Gilson] Oh, yeah.

I was out there and...

- I ran into Rusty and Bruce - Whoa! Rusty?

So, how do you know Bruce?

Oh [exclaims] I bought a part for my truck

- off him a while back. - What about last night?

Oh, no, I was just having a beer with him.

You know, just a couple of bears.

How did he see?

Fine.

No, well, you know, a little embarrassed.

Embarrassed?

Well, only he shot on his ears off.

[Dickson laughs] Oh God!

[exclaims]

What?

Look, why don't you go ask him yourself.

Why did you even come here?

Okay, so [exclaims]

what can you tell us about Madam Sesh...

- [Gilson] Seshu's, I believe. - Madame Seshu's massage parlor.

Never heard of it.

Well, rumor has it, it is a very nice place

to get a thorough massage.

Well, there was shots fired there yesterday,

and their casings appear to match the ones

found outside the gravel yard.

[Candice] Hmm, that's weird.

Well, I'm sure you fine boys will... figure it all out.

In the meantime, how about some fresh donuts?

- Donuts? - Yes.

- I have fresh from the bakery. - Listen.

It's not just cops who like donuts.

Everybody likes donuts.

But, yeah, I'll take you up on that.

- It's just real quick. - Yeah, what?

- Let me just check you. - Oh, hey! Oh.

Alright.

He didn't do anything.

I think I have to consent that, don't I?

- You just did. - What?

Rusty.

Where you and Bruce at Madam sluts?

I have to go.

Rusty, if you walk away from me, I swear to God I'm...

You deserve better than me.

Bruce?

Bruce?

- Bruce? - I'm right here.

Quit your yapping.

Hey, we got problems. The cops are coming.

Cops?

Yeah, apparently we left a casing

at the massage parlor.

Shit.

What are we going to do now?

You know what, I got an idea.

I need a pad and paper.

Let's leave a note.

Suicide note? The cops will never...

[Rusty] No, no, not from her.

A note from Big G.

Oh! Hey, you know what, I think you're getting the hang

of this killing thing.

Rusty.

Job's done.

Jim's killer is dead.

I need to get paid.

Bruce is still alive, cops are on your heels,

and my painting is still missing.

Fix it. Until then you don't see a cent.

[sighs] Candice, the bank's after my house.

- I need to get paid. - I don't have it.

- Excuse me. - I don't have it.

That painting is the only valuable thing I have,

without it making an higher broke.

I even sold all my jewelry just to give you your advance.

[sighs]

Oh, man!

I also need you to do me a favor.

Lay low until you find it.

Keep making out of this.

No, you're right.

Just...

tell Megon...

nothing.

[eerie music]

[Bruce] Oh fuck it! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

This is really bad.

[door knock]

- Rusty. - Hey.

I told you not to walk away from me.

Yeah [exclaims] about that...

Well, now... you're going to be punished.

[whimsical music]

[chuckles] Your face.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've always wanted to do that.

- [laughs softly] - You're going to be punished.

[giggles]

Oh God!

Rusty?

Rusty?

Rusty?

Oh! No, you didn't.

You cock sucking, motherfucking drifter!

You do not wham-bam thank you, Megon.

There you go.

You know where.

Yeah, same old shit, different type, hmm-mmm.

Oh, it is man. I got a brand new trailer.

Travel trailer.

Yeah, that one. Echo Express Terminator.

Yeah, man! [laughs]

Yeah! Oh, yeah, it's black.

Yeah, gold trim, uh, gold wheels.

Yeah, yeah, it's good. You know, it's expensive.

Yeah, it really is, but, uh, you know, um,

I think, uh, with a few modifications,

you know, it's going to be sweet, I mean,

we're going to Bahamas, that's for sure.

[stutters] Dolly, yeah, yeah.

It's matching, you know, gold rim, gold trim, yeah.

[Rusty] Why not a boat?

You can have that custom painted that matches well.

Boston Whaler, I could see you in one.

[Buddy] Oh, shit! You know...

- Oh... - [Rusty] That suits you.

I could see you in that.

Oh, shit man! I'm going to have to [exclaims]

I'm going to have to get back to you about that bill,

you know. I'm just waiting on the money.

- [stutters] It hasn't come yet. - Yeah.

Hey, boss. I'm going to head to the bank now to deposit

that big check, okay.

[exclaims]

Yeah, Rudy.

It's Rusty.

It's always been Rusty. It's always going to be Rusty.

Alright, I'm bad with names.

- Alright. - Well...

- Okay, so... - I'm going to need that money

- you owe me. - Yeah [exclaims]

It's a bad time, but if you really insist.

I do.

You know, that's a great word for it, I insist.

I mean, how about your tone. I mean, I'm doing you a favor.

I could get ten Mexicans to do what you're doing

- for the same price, you know. - Cut the bullshit, Buddy.

Every minute I waste here, I'm adding interest.

Wait, wait. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

Yeah, that's ten percent. Don't make me go exponential.

Who do you think you're talking to?

I think I'm talking to a lying little prick

who shits on his drivers to pay for his duty.

I don't know about that, man.

- No? - No.

- I don't. - Yeah.

Alright.

- I'll get your money. - Yeah.

- Got it right here. - Yeah, give.

[Buddy] Here's your money.

[groans] Damn it!

Broke my fucking wrist, man.

Yeah.

This interest is going to cost you an arm and a leg.

- Where's my money, Buddy? - Alright, I'm getting it.

- God damn it! - Nice and slow.

You fucked up, you fucked up my wrist, man.

Yeah, fucking broke it. Give me the fucking money.

Yeah, my boss is not going to be happy about that.

About that.

Tell me about your boss.

I don't know.

- [Rusty] You don't know? - No, I can't. I don't know.

Let me out you a little bit.

Big G.

How do you know that?

What's his real name?

What's his real name, Buddy?

What's his name?

What's his fucking name, Buddy?

Look, he's a mean bastard, alright. He will kill me...

- Yeah, yeah. - He will shoot me in the head.

What do you think I'm going to do?

Give me a fucking name.

- Give me a name, Buddy. - Man, I'll tell you what.

He's a fucking mean motherfucker.

- Yeah? - Yeah, we only deal

with the worst of the worst. The badest men on the planet.

- Yeah? - That's the only people

- we deal with. - Less fucking talking,

more information.

Uh, well, none of my guys have seen him, so, [exclaims]

you know, there's a special delivery

going on... today.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Supposedly, the big boss is going to collect it himself

- so... - Here? He's coming here?

Uh, no, no, no, he's not. God damn it, man!

- Fuck him on. - He's not coming here?

Where is he coming?

Where is the delivery, Buddy?

The depot.

Depot, okay, alright, now we communicate.

Where's the depot?

[exclaims]

It's in the... Well, there's a fucking map

over there, okay.

You just...

you just, alright. You're going to drive up

this way, right.

And you're going to get... God damn fly!

Real time, Buddy.

Come on.

[Dickson] I bet that's Double D's car.

[Gilson] I'll go take a closer look.

[Dickson laughs] Look at that.

It's written on the license plate.

Not in the car.

Yeah.

Candice had something to do with Big G.

Maybe, Bruce knows a little more...

Yeah. Let's go ask him.

- And his name, what's it? - Rusty.

You don't have any trouble remembering his name.

Okay, now you're just making it weird.

Don't start that again.

When you said he looked familiar, it stuck, alright.

I just think there's something off

about the guy. He's shifty.

Okay. Okay, Mr. Jealous. [laughs]

Just get in the car. Get in the car.

- Sure. - Just get in the car.

[Dickson] Hey.

Rusty in there?

- He's not here. - What are you guys doing here?

- We're from the bank. - Well, that's right,

Sackberge bank.

- You looked familiar. - From the bank?

Yes, we're here to give him his foreclosure papers.

Foreclosure?

He hasn't made a payment on his mortgage in four months.

Four months, wow!

- Things are really right now. - Yes, they are.

- We should be going. - Yeah.

One round Eddie. One round Eddie. That's it.

Excuse me, did you say one round Eddie?

Yeah, Gilson.

One round Eddie...

is Rusty Tulloch.

Eddie? How do you figure?

Well, he's got all his boxing stuff in here.

When I first met him, he looked so familiar

No, it's him. It's him. He's the guy that killed

that kid in Oregon.

It was a knockout. It was an accident.

Listen, if you see him, here's our card.

Give us a call ASAP please.

- [Goldstein] Thank you. - Thank you.

- Hey, I'll see you at the bank. - I'll see you at the bank.

What's wrong with you man? And wipe that powdered donut

off your face. You've got powdered donut all over you.

I didn't have a powdered donuts.

[sighs] What the fuck man?

You're snorting the evidence again.

Not really.

Not really?

Guess what? That shit over there,

that's flour and powdered sugar, you idiot.

What? How do you know that?

[sighs and laughs]

It's forensics, man.

Come on.

[Gilson] Come on.

Wipe your face.

- Mom. - [exclaims]

- We need to talk. - Oh, with a tone like that,

I'm going to need more fortification.

You can have this back after you answer my questions.

Sometimes I wonder why I had children.

- Rusty's gone. - Oh.

- Did you send him away? - No.

You're lying.

He had business to take care of. He went away on his own accord.

- Is this for you? - Yes, if you must know.

- What kind? - Megon.

- Enough with the inquisition. - What kind?

What does it matter?

[sad music]

Daddy was murdered...

wasn't he?

Yes.

By?

Someone he owed a lot of money to.

What?

Why?

Megon, there are some...

things about your dad you don't know.

Apparently.

His businesses weren't...

exactly legitimate.

- Was he in the mob? - No, no, nothing like that.

He just...

Some of the people that he associated with.

Well, they weren't exactly the nicest.

- Play with a rattlesnake. - You're going to get bit.

Too bad your daddy didn't...

take his own advice.

And...

and Rusty is going after him?

He killed his assassin.

But the person who ordered it...

is still out there

Yeah, and he goes by the name of Big G.

Bruce, what are you doing here?

Collecting something that's owed to me, Candice.

Get out of here, or I'll shoot your ass myself.

So angry. Friends don't kill friends.

- Tell that to Jim. - I didn't kill Jim.

I just lured him to the dock.

Punished him a little bit.

Tortured him.

And then left him there for Big G's killer to finish

- the job. - What the fuck are you saying?

No, no, no, stop!

[menacing music]

[coughs]

Listen up. There's been a change of plans.

Gather the boys.

There's some crazy. Somebody's going to...

jump on Big G.

We need to be ready.

Got it?

Right.

What do that get me?

A coffin.

Well, that's exactly what I'm trying to avoid.

The best way to invite the grim reaper to dance

is to send him an invitation.

Well, let's make it a really big invitation.

Now look who thinks he's Billy to Keith.

This here part of the wild, wild West...

it happens to be my backyard.

So, I'm going to want to know who you're going after.

- Big G. - Big G?

By yourself?

Take it you've heard of him.

I know enough to steer clear.

Maybe...

I should just kill you my damn self.

Save myself a lot of trouble.

You seem like the kind of girl

that can handle a lot of trouble.

If you do this,

you're going to need more than just guns.

- Like what? - You're going to need a plan.

And a little bit of help.

I suppose you got those lying around, do you?

[chuckles] Just so happen I do.

Fifty percent off.

You know all that money that Jim stole from Big G,

he had to put it somewhere.

It wasn't on his body.

So, where is it?

I don't have it.

Bullshit.

You know what they did to me when Jim pendas thieving on me?

Torture. Uh, it doesn't even come close.

So, you're going to give me the money

that supposedly I stole.

I don't have it.

Look. Rusty, he's trying to get it back for me.

It's in a painting.

Painting?

Painting. Shit!

He hid it right under Big G's nose.

Ballsy bastard.

You better be telling me the truth.

Because I'm taking Megon here as an insurance policy.

Come on, get up.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn. [car accelerates]

Sorry, what?

I didn't hear you.

- Oh, for once. - [laughs]

Which we're probably going to lose with your fucked up

- driving. - Oh, I see.

So, you think you can do better?

Yeah.

- You drive. - I'm going to speak to her.

- Let me out of here. - Will you cut it out.

- You damn, Bruce! - Jesus!

- Let me out of the car. - Shut up!

Fuck!

You just sit back and relax.

Oh, what do we have here.

[laughs]

Look at the Rangers.

Slow down. You're getting too close, come on.

Wait a minute. A second ago, you said I was getting too far.

Now I'm too close.

Let's go for a little ride, Rangers.

[Bruce] Let's go for that little ride.

Sit back.

- Let me out of here. - I wish I could.

Sit back and shut up.

We're you taking me?

Where the hell are these guys going?

[thrilling music]

You're getting too close. Don't get too close.

- Where are you taking me? - Will you cut it out.

[door rattling] Woman, stop it.

Let me out of here.

[grunting]

- Oh, look at that truck. - Watch it, watch it, watch it!

[horn honking]

Shit!

[horn blaring]

Eat that, Ranger!

[door creaks]

[Rusty] Hey, wake up.

Put it on.

It's going to be a cold night.

Hey, you're not Timmy.

Timmy is out sick.

This is Rusty.

- He's not on the list. - Not on the list.

Come on, you know me.

Hold on. Call the boss.

Hello, hello, yeah.

He's on the list!

Okay.

He's on the list.

- Yeah. - [rifleman] Alright guys.

Come on.

Thanks guys.

[clears throat]

Here it is.

Is that it?

You want more? Get me bigger guys to bust.

Me? You have more resources.

Besides, if I do all the work, what the hell do I need you for.

G, where is my fucking money?

[Josh laughs]

Yeah.

Now I'm happy.

G.

Get out.

I have a shipping coming soon, and I don't want you to scare

them off.

Whatever.

Boss, truck is two miles out.

[clears throat]

You know what to do.

[exciting music]

As you promised, Buddy.

Yeah, there is one more thing.

You got a painting "Lift it up," Jim Palmer.

You're going to give that to me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hold on now. Easy.

Easy. Men, come on.

Because if you don't, my friends are going to pick

you off one by one.

[gunshot] [man grunts]

I like you.

I'm going to kill you first.

[gunshot] [shouts]

About time.

[gun firing]

I always hated being the little man.

[gun firing]

[sinister laughter]

You don't know who you're fucking with.

[Buddy] I'm the new Big G.

Big G, Big G!

Big, Big G!

[laughs]

Well, you must be Big G.

No, wait a sec.

No, why one round Eddie!

I can't believe it. I can't believe it.

Man, I'm a big fan.

Oh, man... Oh, wait, wait.

Oh, yeah, here.

Oh, yeah. My brass knuckles.

My sharpie. Please, sign them. Please,

- Really? - Yes, yes. I'm a big fa...

Oh, man! Please, Eddie. Eddie, would you?

Oh, dude, thank you. I used to date a girl

who was so in love with you, man.

Oh man, this is so cool.

I can't believe it, man.

One round Eddie signing my brass knuckles.

Man, that is so happening.

Thank you so much. Gun!

That is... Man, you have no idea. Thanks.

It's a shame I got to kill you.

You could just give me the painting.

I could give you the painting.

I could do that. [gunshot]

Oh, man! What's going on?

Let him go.

[G] Hey, Lilly Rose. Still has ornery

as a half blind mule, huh?

My God!

If it ain't the devil himself.

[speaking indistinctly]

Hey, hey!

I don't know what the fuck is going on here,

but I'm not leaving without that painting.

I don't take kindly to threats.

But I like you.

Besides, the painting is worthless.

You're lucky.

It's been hanging on the wall of that warehouse for years.

Take it.

Let's go.

- That's it? - Well, this looks familiar.

Megon.

- Bruce. - Put down the gun,

and give me the painting.

Didn't realize you were an art aficionado, Bruce.

Oh, yeah. Now.

- Don't do it, Rusty. - Now.

You kill her, and I'll kill you.

[Rusty] Megon!

[gunshot]

[Bruce groaning]

I don't need to be fucking rescued.

[gunshots]

He's responsible for my father's death.

I wanted to kill him.

It's all you.

Just look. You did.

I barely wounded him.

Look at him.

- [Megon] Oh. - Give this to your mother.

[tranquil music]

She's been looking for it.

I better be going.

So, where are we going?

[Megon] If you try and leave me behind,

so help me God.

I will use as target practice.

Wait a second.

It's a map

A map?

[police speaking over walkie-talkie]

[police siren wailing]

Anything back there?

Just a bunch of empty bags.

Some 300 of them.

[humorous music]

What the hell happened here?

Fucking shocknado, man.

Looks like a drug arms deal gone bad.

Body count's nine right now.

Who's that?

Oh, that's Rusty Tulloch, the owner of the truck.

Can we see him?

There's nothing to see. His face got blown off.

Oh, shit man.

She's right. There's his truck.

Yes, it is.

- Who's that? - That is...

he goes by the name of Mr. G.

They got Big G.

Well, that's him.

Wow. [camera clicking]

[Dickson] Done in by some local yokals.

Hey. Oh, oh, oh yo, hold on.

- Sure, what's up? - What's in the bag?

Evidence. I'm taking it to forensics.

[Gilson] Yeah.

- Yes. - I want to see

what's in the bag, come here.

Come on, you're taking all day here.

Let me see what's in the bag.

Thank you.

Dickson, can you hold that for me please.

There's a party.

[exclaims]

It's nice.

Let me talk to you for a minute.

Dickerson [exclaims]

can you make sense of this?

I mean... all this.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

So [exclaims]

So, Dickenson...

he snorted all the evidence from the last heist.

Why would he do that? He shouldn't be snorting

- evidence. - I know right.

I told him you shouldn't do that.

You shouldn't snort all the evidence.

The funny thing is... it wasn't cocaine.

- What was it? - [laughs]

It's powdered sugar.

Powdered sugar. [laughs]

That's funny. That's funny.

Not really, because here's what happened.

You and your screw bomb partner, I mean Dickenson,

went to Candice's house.

You guys switched the evidence with powdered sugar.

What are you talking about?

[Gilson] The empty sugar box on the dashboard of...

[Kip] So?

That shit that you just gave me is powdered sugar.

You and your fucking partner, you've been smuggling

back to Big G, and you're being paid.

How?

- How much? - What?

Don't play dumb cop with me, boy.

How much?

Two hundred and fifty thousand.

Really?

Okay, we're going to keep this between us.

Here's what you're going to do.

You're going to meet me at 10 p.m. tonight.

Off the Old Dirt road, off I 97.

Remember where we lost Bruce. Remember that, right.

No way, asshole.

Obviously, what's going on? Whatever is in it is gone.

You can't find anything?

It must be something.

What about behind the hay?

[shouts]

Don't you fuck with my temper, boy.

And don't you be late.

[Dickson] You guys alright? - Am I clear.

Yeah, we're good/

You just keep checking. There's got to be something

back there. It's all that... garbage in the back.

- Look through it. - That Snipes.

Snipe's over there puking.

Poor guy.

Must have been a bad donut.

Yeah, so, we found Bruce's body in a warehouse, dead.

Five or six bullets in him.

Uh, Buddy, uh, owner of the hay store.

He's a goner. [exclaims] This is obviously Rusty's truck.

I'm going to have this towed away.

Can't find Bruce's car.

We'll he had Megon.

Yeah, but there were no female bodies found here.

Not one.

Bingo.

[soft melodic music]

[Megon groans]

[Megon] Well, I guess this is it.

[Candice] Yeah, this is got to be it.

[Rusty] We're here.

But where is it?

Is there anything on that map? Like a clue or anything.

I don't see anything unusual.

I mean, there' some circled numbers down here, 26, 18,

eighty three plus one, eighteen.

I mean, what do you think these numbers are for?

I don't know. Maybe, a combination

- to something? - Is that an X by the tree?

Yeah, but which tree?

- I know. - There are so many.

This is from the 1800's.

That's kind of creepy.

[Rusty] Yeah, these one's too.

That's it.

The numbers, they are dates.

Month, date and year. What are those numbers again?

Twenty six, eighteen, eighty three plus one...

So, then we have to find a tombstone that has the number

- from 1826 to 18... - [Megon] Eighty four.

[Candice] To 1884.

Let's go.

- [Megon] Okay. - [Rusty] Alright.

Mom, Rusty, I think I found it.

Come here.

[Candice] It's 1826, 1884.

Yeah.

I'll get the shovels.

[exciting music]

- Okay, that's good. - Yeah.

Okay, ready?

- Hang on. - Got it?

[Rusty] Yeah. [grunts]

- [Megon] You got it mom? - [Candice] I got it.

- Down. - [Candice groans]

Okay.

- Well, get him out. - We'll see.

- Get him out. - Okay, come on.

- Come on. - Oh, man.

[Candice] Is there anything in here? Check.

Oh!

I don't see anything.

Okay, get him out. Give him to me.

- There's nothing here. - [groans]

Oh!

- Sorry. - It's empty.

There's nothing there.

- It's all fake. - Did we dig up the wrong grave?

No.

- [Rusty groans] - [Megon] You alright?

I think there's something in here.

- [Candice] What the... - [Rusty laughs] Take this!

Oh my God!

- Look at this! - What!

[Rusty laughs]

Mom, this must be worth like millions of dollars.

Bless you thieving Jimmy.

[Megon laughs]

This is mine.

This is mine from that night.

Candice, what's your dead husband

doing with my stuff?

What do you know about your parents murderer?

Bruce told me a guy named Angel did it.

He did. Jim told him to.

He was the bookie that night.

A lot of people lost a lot of money.

Jim had no choice.

He didn't want to, but he had no choice.

And he was going to find you, and he was going to finish

the job.

But then you disappeared.

And then Jim went missing.

And then you moved in next door to me,

and I had this great plan and it worked.

- Now, I get to finish the job. - Mom, what are you doing?

Mom? Mom, what're you doing?

- Stop, Put it down. - I'm finishing the job

that your father did not get to finish.

- Why? - If Jim had finished the job,

- he's be alive today. - And I'd be dead.

Mom, please put it down. Mom.

[Megon] Put the gun down.

- Megon. - [Megon] Mom.

Mom, please put it down.

- Mom, please stop. - Megon.

[Rusty] Megon.

Mom, you don't have to do this.

[shouts]

I couldn't lose you too.

But I'm not, I'm not, not happy with you.

Mom, we have to go.

[laughs]

[groans]

[sighs]

Thanks for that.

[laughing]

♪ It started with a love song ♪

♪ They were together From then on ♪

♪ And couldn't separate them With a prong ♪

♪ And we all knew That it was all wrong ♪

♪ And with common sense He was a ding dong ♪

♪ And she was a nice girl From Hong Kong ♪

♪ This romance Wouldn't last long ♪

♪ He don't know She was wearing a tiny thong ♪

♪ She had that sweet little Asian glow ♪

♪ And he would have liked her Whatever you told ♪

♪ But she didn't want him Around no more ♪

♪ And she would have to tell him That he'd have to go ♪

♪ When she gave him The bad news ♪

♪ He decided He would turn to the booze ♪

♪ And when he got thinking About that girl ♪

♪ He just couldn't get her Out of his mind ♪

♪ Until he got loaded And almost went blind ♪

♪ And he even met A girl he couldn't hate ♪

♪ And he just figured Well this was his fate ♪

♪ But she had That sweet Asian glow ♪

♪ And he would have liked her Whatever you told ♪

♪ But she didn't want him Around no more ♪

♪ And she would have to tell him He'd have to go ♪

♪ He thought he would die From the broken heart ♪

♪ Might be time For him to get smart ♪

♪ And turn his life around At the dawn of day ♪

♪ He would throw it At the map on the wall ♪

♪ Wherever it landed He's be where he want ♪

♪ And when he got there He'd give you a call ♪

♪ To see if there's a dance At the religion hall ♪

[Gilson] Just get this little bit of business taken care of.

And I'll take you to nice romantic dinner.

And things will be cool, okay.

- Okay, promise me. - Yeah, I do.

Here he comes.

Fuck, he's late.

You're late.

I know, I know.

The money, where's the money?

Would you like a donut?

No, I don't want a donut.

The money. I want the fucking money.

Okay.

[gunshots]

[man] Gilson! Gilson, no!

No, where is he? God!

No! No! No!

[gunshot]

Man, I love raspberry donuts.