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- Mornin' boys.

- Mornin' Pops. - Mornin' Dad.

- Where's the coffee?

Thought I told you to get coffee.

- You didn't.

- You callin' me a liar?

- No!

I'll get some before work, okay?

- Pick me up some smokes, too.

- Dad.

- I ain't askin.

It's my house.

You want me to start chargin' you rent?

Brandon, you got lunch money?

- No, sir.

- I got him.

- Oh, yeah?

That job you got must be working out, huh?

And they trust you?

I'll be upstairs.

- Zeb.

- Turn it on.

- It's just kinda fucked up, man.

- Don't let him hear you say that.

Calvin wants him in a bag.

- Do your job!

- Come on, we gotta go.

Get your bag.

Look, I told you, I'm not interested!

- Ty, what?

Ty!

Wha, no no no no!

Ah.

- Babe?

- Yeah?

- That is not good, man.

- Nope.

- We'll do the hand off,

and you two will let us know when it hits the account.

- Oh, uh, accounting is for banking.

Crypto uses wallets.

- As long as we can convert into cash,

I don't give a shit what you call it.

And your guy?

Is he in?

- He's in, he's in.

Right? He's absolutely in.

Yup, yeah.

Cool, cool, cool, cool.

- Babe?

- Yeah, I wanted you to come by because I had a no pay.

The guy died or something.

They didn't find his body for two weeks.

That's a whole other story.

Anyway, I went into the locker and I came across this.

Figured you might know something about it.

- 2080.

Founders Edition, 1600 megaclock, 11 gigs.

It's smoking.

- Is it worth something?

- Aren't you supposed to keep those lockers

locked until auction day?

- What are you, a cop?

- No, but you used to be.

- Yeah, used to be, man.

Used to be.

Is it worth something? - Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- Can you pay cash?

- Can you put it on my tab?

- Ahh, fuck.

Electric bill was astronomical this month.

- How much?

- $432.

- I get paid next Friday,

and I've been working some overtime.

And you know, all it takes is one nice run

of one of these coins to take off and I'll be set.

- That's what you say.

And I mean, with all this equipment running,

your heating bill this winter will be next to nothing.

You know, Beck, I hate tequila.

- You're just out of practice.

- Well, you can't be good at everything.

- I know a few things you're good at.

I know you can bend metal with your bare hands.

- Oh, do you? - Mm hm.

- Well, you know, technically, I have a machine to help me.

- Oooh!

Now you're speaking my language.

Oh, shit.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Four Nordeast's?

- Tried and true, quatro brews.

Hey, add a couple shots for me and Ty Ty here.

- Anything yet, anything?

- No. - No?

- Mm-mm.

What? - Bam!

It's your turn. - What?

- It's your turn. - No no no.

I'm doing this right now.

- Oh, you want your left hand

so you can use your right hand to use the computer?

- Stop, no.

Stop, stop.

- Oh!

Yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah.

So I know this is better than me.

- Stop!

- Um, babe?

- What, what'd you do?

- Sorry.

What exactly is?

- Holy shit! - How many was that?

That's holy shit?

'Cause I was thinking. - That's 800 grand.

Holy shit, right?

Oh! - That's 800 grand.

- Oh!

That's 800 fuckin', gotta throw the fuckin'.

- Calvin? - Hey.

Uh, yes.

Yes, sir.

This is.

The transfer's hit the account.

- Wallet. - Mother, what?

- The wallet. - The wallet!

Whatever, the transfers hit the thing it's supposed to hit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Fuck you too, my friend!

Woo!

I'll see you soon.

- We're getting chased down this alley

and like, poof!

Ty vanishes, out of nowhere like a fucking spider monkey,

parkours up this 12 foot wall

up into an open window.

And I'm hearing these sirens, and I just got to run.

The kicker is, guess whose window he climbed into?

Come on, tell him.

- Miss Coughlin's bedroom.

- Like the math teacher?

Yeah.

- What happened?

- She hit me with a broom and told me to get out.

- That was a completely different fuckin answer

than I expected.

- What did you guys take, though?

- Brainiac here had to get a DVD drive

for his fucking computer.

- Wait, wait, wait

You took the whole damn cash register.

So I had to leave you!

- Yeah, well, I hope you enjoyed

your Rugrats DVD or whatever.

Yeah, okay.

- Gentlemen!

Come the fuck in!

How long have we been homies, man?

Hey, how'd everything go?

How'd everything go?

- Like a dream!

- Like a dream.

- You got the money, right?

- What the fuck are they staring at?

- Looks like you're about to find out.

- Don't touch me.

- You don't like when I touch you?

Why, what's up man?

Calvin!

Hey man, you want one of these?

- Ah no. - Didn't think so.

Hey, man, listen, did you happen to hear?

We got the money.

- Yeah, I heard.

- You're out of jail.

- Yeah.

I am.

- Why didn't you come to visit us?

- Hey man, maybe you can catch up on small talk

some other time.

- You Lew's new girl?

- I didn't know he had an old one.

- He owes my boss some money.

Okay?

And I was just-- - Leaving?

Leave.

Get out.

- I understand.

Have a good night.

- What is up with that dude?

- I got pinched.

Some of Beam's property went down with me.

And the cops tried to trace it back to them.

- Yeah.

- I got beer.

I got one, no no no.

Guys, guys, easy.

Hey, hey.

No, no, no.

Listen to me, those are mother.

- Relax, relax. - Those are

motherfucking collectibles, man!

No, just, just, just.

Hey, hey, hey, Come on, man!

- Back off.

- I got those straight from Japan, man.

- You really got a hard on for this Asian shit!

- It's a fucking cool culture, man!

- So, guess what?

- What?

- I bought it.

- The ring?

- Sh, sh, sh.

- She's gonna be so excited.

I'm so happy for you guys.

- You know, when I get my cut,

I'm gonna take her down to some sleepy Mexican beach town,

buy a little bar right on the ocean,

and live out the rest of our days drunk, stoned and happy.

Hey, hey, no.

- Hey. - Oh, yeah.

- We so sorry.

- Ha ha, you so.

You so funny.

- They don't know, yeah?

- No, of course not.

- Do not tell them.

These crazy motherfuckers do not.

- I know, I know, I know.

Yo, Why don't you

fix some sake or somethin, man?

- I'll give you sake.

- Oh my God.

- What?

- I fucking love this song.

Come on, come on, come on.

- No. - Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- I'm tired.

- Who's ready?

Come on!

Get outta here!

Hey, where ya going?

- Home!

- You're welcome.

- No, you do you.

All right. - I'll see ya.

I'm proud of you. - Thank you.

- Hey man, where ya going?

- Just because he wanted out

didn't mean he was automatically narc, man.

- He could've made one phone call and we'd be done.

- That is a speculationary guess, man.

- I'm not in the business of wondering.

Life's too short

to be looking over your shoulder all the time.

Wish you would have stayed in the bedroom.

- Next time you wanna off someone, give me a heads up.

- Well, we can't trust you, honey.

- Hey.

Yes, you fucking can.

I told you, Calvin.

She's good. - Hey, shut up, will ya?

- She's good! - Hey, shut the fuck up!

- You don't know me very well, do you?

There were five of you.

And now there are four.

Lew's take just increased by a whole lot.

He does well, I do well.

Right, babe?

- I like it.

You can help us clean up.

- You want to make me an accessory?

- More or less, yeah.

- Look who is sneaking in the back door.

Stop, stop.

Why are you all out of breath?

And look at your face.

What did you get yourself into?

- Just helping some friends.

I didn't start any trouble.

It found me.

- Don't it, though?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Dude!

What the hell, it's like four hours past your bedtime!

- What?

Dad said I could watch TV until I fell asleep.

- Go to bed.

Why is he still up?

He should be in bed.

- Not today, Ty.

I don't need another fucking lecture.

- Mom would--

- Don't you bring your mother into this.

- She'd be disgusted.

- You don't know what the half,

you selfish little fuckin' punk.

I don't need you squawking in my face

about how I live my life or how I raise my kids.

Y'all still alive, aint you?

Oh, you going to raise up on me, hmm?

Well?

You wanna hit me?

Go ahead.

I dare you.

Pansy.

I'll knock you into tomorrow.

- No.

I'm just gonna wait until you're dead.

- Oh, unfortunately, I'm not at liberty

to give out those details,

but I'm sure a simple background check

will give you all the information you need.

Yep.

Yeah, you have a great day too.

- Ty!

Hey. - Yeah?

- Ty, you remember Roxanne from H.R.?

- Yeah.

- What is that?

- It's my application.

- Correct.

What do you see in that little box

where it says, have you ever been convicted of a felony?

- I see no.

- Well, H.R. got some weird phone call

saying that we should look into your criminal history.

And they did.

If I check yes, there's no chance of me being hired.

- I understand that, but this is a business.

- You believe in second chances, right?

- It says 18 months for distribution of stolen property,

that's-- - Just give me a break.

Okay?

- Ty, I'm sorry, but you really need to go.

- Yeah.

- Didn't you see the sign?

We're closed.

- I was starting to think you didn't like me anymore, man.

You may have gathered, business, it's good.

- That's good.

It sounds like it.

- Yeah, and nothing illegal, mind you.

It's all legit, you know.

Yeah.

And we get a lot of people coming in here

trying to buy and sell crypto, you know?

- Okay.

- Hey, we're sitting on about 800 grand

in Bitcoin right now.

Mm.

What do you need from me, my friend?

What do you need?

- It's all in the wallet?

- Yeah.

- Just the drive, public ID and private key.

- Just,

well, then, bam!

Giddy the fuck up.

This won't take long.

- You trust him?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he's fine.

I've used him like, uh, you know, a dozen times before.

- Nothing this big.

- Well, I mean...

that is not incorrect,

but.

- Don't say I didn't warn you.

Oh, hey hey.

Listen,

we will make sure the money's there

and we'll double check everything, and if it's not,

then we'll just take care of it.

Ok?

All right.

- Done!

- What?

- I'm done.

- What, what, what, what, what, what, what?

- There's your new wallet.

And there's your balance.

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

That!

Is that?

That is my new.

You're looking at where I'm looking at that.

- You're a rich man Lew.

- Oh right yes, is this so we're good?

Yup.

It's all on that drive.

Don't lose it.

Keep it safe.

- Uh, and the thing is,

it's all there, plus there's a little extra

for you.

Yeah, yeah!

Hey! - Thanks Lew.

Who here is up for a P-A-R-T to the Y?

Come on, does this not deserve a party?

Does this not deserve a, ow, party?

- Yo.

- Hey.

Where's Lew?

I'm free.

It's a sec, no, no, no, it's a second chance.

Ready?

Let me see it, let me see it, let me see it,

bring it, bring it.

I'm free from sadness, everyday is a second chance.

Listen to me.

- I just got out of prison

and I live at home with my dad and my brother.

And yesterday I lost the best job I've ever had.

What's funny? - Sorry.

Morbid sense of humor.

- You're up.

- Okay.

Uh, bounced around some foster homes after my brother died.

Um, finished high school,

got in trouble in the oil fields.

And I'm dating someone 20 years older than me now.

- Well, then, I guess I'll call it a draw.

- Hey!

You guys are my two favorite people.

I'm getting up there. - No, no, no.

Not again, not again, not again!

Not again!

- Come here, come here, come here.

- You're so strong Lew. - Come here!

- When did you get so strong?

- Oh.

Oh yeah.

- Oh, man.

- That's right baby.

- I love you.

I love you too.

- No, no, no! - No!

Come on, let's go dance.

- Nah, nah, not really my style.

- Loser?

Bussy?

- No. - Yeah.

- No, what?

- Yes. - No.

- Really you don't dance?

Come on. - You're mean.

- Come on, come on.

I'm less mean if you dance.

- Yeah, I'm actually gonna I'm gonna head out.

- No, what?

What?

- I'll see you on the next one.

- What?

Come on. - Yeah.

- What Is this boy doing?

Hmm.

- Mm mm mm.

- Hello?

Hey, Ty.

- Yeah, you okay.

Where's Dad?

- Sleeping.

- Who are you?

- I'm a guy looking for his stuff.

- Sorry, I don't do riddles.

- I have to go to school.

Your brother and I'll drop you on our way.

I'll drive.

- I'm sorry I don't know who you.

- You see, Lew told me we had a fence we could trust.

- And?

- Well,

he was wrong.

Come on, let's get you to school.

- We'll be fine, B.

Just go to school and listen to your teachers, okay?

- I still need lunch money.

- Yeah.

- I want to thank you

for letting me eat with you this morning.

Get yourself an extra chocolate milk on me.

Keep goin'!

- Lew?

Hey!

- Ho, what the fuck?

What the?

What the fuck, Calvin?

Fuck, fuck!

- No, no, no, no no!

Please, please, please, please!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Lew, lew!

- Guys, if he knows where it is we need him alive!

- Come on, man.

- Lew, Lew!

- Get him up assholes!

- Fuck man!

- I don't like repeating myself,

so I'm not going to ask this more than once.

Where's the hard drive?

- Lew, what the fuck is happening?

- Listen man, a lot of that money was theirs.

You understand?

Theirs.

- I don't, I still don't know.

- When you came in, just now,

did you happen to notice the front door

smashed the fuck in?

Did you tell anyone?

- No. - No, anyone?

Fucking tell me! - No!

No of course not!

You know I wouldn't!

You paid me, we were good man!

I didn't tell anybody.

- Last night,

three fucking guys in masks, 3:14 a.m.

I get them, they broke in 3:14 a.m.

And so, you know, I can't help fucking think.

- Three guys right? - Yeah.

With masks. - Three guys, huh.

One, two, three. - Fuck you!

- Hey whoa whoa!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - All right.

- We don't have time for this!

- Just fucking.

What this gentleman asshole is trying to say,

the thing is the fucking bitcoin jumped 20% last night, man.

- 23% now.

- How high could this go?

- I'd be more worried about it dropping.

- How low?

So we could lose everything?

- I told you we should have done this in cash.

- All right, all right.

Last chance.

Where's the drive?

- I don't know.

I swear to God I don't know.

- What's happening?

- For fuck's sake.

- Whoa, whoa, what's?

What?

- You got a least favorite toe?

- Whoa whoa whoa! - Lew, Lew, Lew,

please, please, please, please, please.

Fuck!

No!- - Nine more to go.

And after that, I know where your little brother lives

and where he goes to school.

- Lew!

- Fucking Calvin, I told you he didn't fucking do it!

- Would you lose a toe for 800 grand?

- But he's no good to us if he bleeds out man.

- Don't worry about it.

Fergie here is a medic in the Army.

He'll be sure our friend

doesn't spend any time in the hospital.

- This is gonna hurt.

- From now on, you're guilty until proven innocent.

I don't care how you do it, but I need that money.

- The money was the drive.

Without those keys it doesn't fucking exist!

You guys hired me to make it untraceable

and that's what I did!

- This is, we just need you to get your ass out there

and find the fuckers who did it man!

I'm sorry about the fucking, but just get the fuck out there

and find who took it!

Can you just do?

- Ah fuck!

- Stop, stop!

- Please. - Stop!

I cannot believe you let that fucking animal do that to him.

- Phone.

- What?

- Give it to me.

- Why?

- Just give it to me.

I gotta rule you out.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- I'm not kidding.

- Fine.

Here.

- The only two numbers you've called

are me and the pizza place two days ago?

- Who do you want me to talk to?

- Ow, damn!

Ah!

Fuck!

Hey, Andy good to see you.

- Shouldn't be talking to you.

- Why?

- When you went away,

a lot of people started getting picked up.

Everyone thinks you flipped.

- Nah, Andy that wasn't me.

- You alright? - Yeah, I'm Fine.

- Okay.

- I got hired to find something.

A hard drive.

Hear anything?

- Dude, 90% of my gig is buying copper off meth heads.

No one bringing me computer peripherals.

- Crew did a job last night.

You hear of anything going down?

- Look, I don't want the stench

of your backstabbing ass near me.

- I don't know who started that rumor, but it ain't true.

- Why don't you go ask Beam?

Scared, huh?

I would be too.

- I thought you guys prefer white hoods.

- Ty, I'm not a racist.

I'm a capitalist.

- Didn't know there was much of a difference.

- Of course.

- Hey Beam.

Good to see you.

- Great to see you, too.

You got out early.

- Yeah, good behavior.

- Good behavior, right?

Of course.

You lost something of mine.

- You know that wasn't my fault.

- Oh, you hear that?

It wasn't his fault.

Here.

A rumor on the street

is that you flipped on some people.

- Yeah, I tried ratting you out,

but said they're only interested in legitimate criminals.

Yeah, you got some balls?

So in your current position,

would you now say I'm not a legitimate criminal?

Ty.

Guess what?

I'm the guy that started the rumor.

Why would he do that?

Because I have a reputation to uphold.

And the more people think you're full of shit,

the less they're going to believe

that stuff comes out of your mouth.

That was a big score you lost for us.

For all of us, a lot of moving parts!

Right fellas?

It almost,

almost took us down

- I went to jail.

- You went to jail.

Boo hoo, wah wah.

Now you're out.

Can you focus on the present, please?

Things are great, blue skies ahead.

Why are you here?

- You know Lew from West Side Pawn?

Someone stole a hard drive from him.

He wants it back and he'll pay well.

- A hard drive.

You hear that, fellas?

Someone stole a hard drive.

Do I look like the kind of guy who would steal a hard drive?

- You'd steal air from a balloon, Beam.

- This guy.

Hard drive.

So it must be important.

I wonder what's on it.

- Dick pics.

He's got a big collection.

- Dick pics!

These guys know all about dick pics.

You should talk to their wives.

Ty, I don't know.

I don't know

what's on your hard drive,

but I do know you've been talking to Dougie again.

- I wouldn't say we were.

- Get out of here.

- Yo babe, I'm gonna go for a smoke, yeah?

- I thought you quit.

- I thought I did, too.

But after all that shit, you know, just one.

I'll be right back.

Love you.

Bye.

This is Jess.

Where the fuck are you?

Please call me back on this number.

- Yo.

I got an APB on a missing hard drive.

You hear anything?

Yeah, yeah I know.

Yeah,

I know.

No, not a computer.

Just an external drive.

- Ah, he was so funny, when he was a little boy,

two years old,

he would be running around this house butt naked.

- No!

- With his little willy out.

And I tell his mother, put a damn diaper on this boy.

People looking in the window, think we're crazy.

- Like the little picture right there.

- Yeah, yeah, just on and on again.

Had to force him to put on a diaper.

Oh, there he is.

- What's going on?

- Um, your friend came to see you,

and I told her that she had to sit down with me a minute

before I called you down.

- Okay.

What's up?

- Your dad's just been telling me some fun stories.

Uh, I told him I was from up north,

and he used to drive to Sturgis every year with his crew.

- Yeah, back when he was a big, bad biker man.

- That's right, don't you forget it.

- You were in a biker gang?

- It wasn't a gang per se,

just a bunch of criminals and assholes cutting up.

- Y'all still friends?

- Oh yeah, ride or die to the very end.

All right, enough reminiscing.

I'm a head upstairs and, uh,

you know, leave you guys to it.

I don't want to disturb you.

- You're not disturbing nothing.

- Boy, can't teach you nothin'.

Good night kids. - Good night, sir.

Nice meeting you. - Good night pops.

What are you doing here?

- Lew told me to check in on you.

- That could have happened with a phone call.

- Can we talk somewhere more private?

- Like?

- I dunno, bedroom?

- You want to go to my bedroom?

- Yo, you mind if I, uh?

Yo, this is crap weed.

You should, uh roll some of this up.

Right?

- You were right.

- Cheers.

Wait till that PCP hits, man.

- What?

You laced this with PCP?

- Fucking with you.

Oh right.

Um, I got you

Lew's antibiotics from his last hernia.

Should make you feel better.

- Why are you here?

- I wanted to know more about your investigation.

- I got nothing.

Can I ask you about your brother?

- It's sad.

- Try me.

- He was jockeying pills, crack, meth, whatever

for this, um, dealer.

Anyway, he got hooked on this shit pretty bad.

And uh, he was showing me

this sweet car he just bought.

And he told me he was going away.

You know, leaving, straighten things out.

He was going to come back.

Next thing I knew, some trucker found him dead in a ditch.

- They ever catch who did it?

- No.

- Any idea who might have done it?

- Yeah.

Yeah, but he disappeared.

- I'm really sorry, dude.

- You think you could find it?

- No.

- But you're gonna try?

- Yeah.

Do I need to take you somewhere or drop you off.

- I'm going wherever you're going.

That's the deal.

- That is not the deal.

- This place deals with all the stolen stuff?

- Let's just say Kip doesn't have security cameras

for a reason.

He used to be a cop.

Retired early and bought this place.

As long as no one is cookin meth he'll rent them a locker.

- Hi, guys.

Alright.

This guy's three months behind.

Who's the girl?

- She's just a friend.

- Girlfriend material?

- No. - Let's see what we have.

Oh boy.

Uh uh.

- You hear anything about any jobs

getting pulled the other night?

Anybody stash anything?

- What are you looking for?

- A hard drive.

- Hard drive?

Nobody's looking for me to store a hard drive.

- Yeah, but, you got an ear to the ground.

- You got yourself mixed up in some shit again, don't you?

I gotta get up front.

- You good?

- Yeah, um,

I'll be right in there.

- Yeah.

- I told ya, I don't know who you're looking for.

- Come on, just help us out here.

- Where's Jess?

- I'm good.

How are you?

- Cut the shit.

Lew's lookin for her.

Where is she?

- She's over there.

Yo Jess!

Jess!

She stole my truck!

She took my truck, Kip!

- How'd she get the keys?

Not girlfriend material.

- No.

- It's cute.

- Cute?

Mom's Mazda was cute.

This, this thing screams.

Step inside.

- Looks like mom's car.

- Different universe.

- Where'd you get the money for this?

- Remember that guy Calvin I told you about?

- What are you doing here?

- I figured I'd find you here.

- You stole my truck!

- It's in the garage, all right?

Sorry.

I freaked out.

- Maybe I should call Lew.

Let him know I found you here.

- Wait, stop, please.

Please.

- Why'd you freak out?

- I can't say,

but it's bad.

- Why don't you go to the police?

What did you do?

- I'm supposed to trust you?

- I hired someone to steal the drive.

- Who'd you hire to steal the drive?

- I asked a friend to hire someone for me.

You know, keep my distance.

I thought I was being smart.

- Let me guess, your friend paid them with your money.

They stole the drive and you haven't heard from them since.

- I've called her a million times.

- Do you know where we can find her?

- A few guesses.

- Hey.

- Where's the drive?

- Look, I don't know what happened.

They were supposed to drop it off

after the job. - Who's they?

Hey!

We need that drive.

Our life depends on it.

Okay?

- Please.

- Some guy named Dougie.

- When was the last time you spoke to him?

Give me his number, I'll do this mys--

What?

Where are you going?

- Come on, Dougie.

- Yo!

- Give me a second.

Fergie, over there!

- Holy shit!

Why didn't you just ring the doorbell?

Somebody turn that shit down.

You really put a licking on that dude.

- All right, I need the drive.

I'm the one that paid for you guys to get it.

Where the hell is it? - Where's what?

- The drive?

- Oh, the hard drive?

It's in the bag.

- Y'all left it sitting in here?

- Yeah.

Shit got weird.

We bailed for a couple of days, everything's fine.

No one's looking for it here.

So, you got the rest of my money then.

- I gave everything to Cua up front.

- And then she gave me 75%.

The last 25% is due on delivery, so.

- She's got it.

That has nothing to do with me, man.

- Oh, but it is.

So uh, I'm just going to hold on to this.

- You see anyone leave,

you follow.

You call us, ok?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- That thing in the trunk?

- Yup.

- You know how this works, man.

I got to get my full payment.

I made a deal.

I get paid.

Hey, get the door, will ya?

- Not it.

Man, you get the fucking door.

- Dude, you just been sitting there rolling all day.

- I'll get it.

- No, no, no, I got it.

It's called work ethic.

Try it on for size.

- Dougie.

Come on.

I really don't know what's been going on

these last couple days.

Everything's fucking batshit crazy.

Trust me.

- Oh, fuck.

We gotta get the fuck out of here.

Come on!

Go!

Go, come on!

- Fuck!

- Ah, fuck!

That motherfucker got me!

I need you two to run behind me.

Get the fuck outta here.

- Dougie!

- Non-negotiable, man!

Go!

- Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

- This way!

Shit!

Jess, Jess, Jess!

Oh my fucking God.

Go!

- You think I don't know?

- Whoa whoa, take it easy, dude.

- Drive.

Now. - You mean this?

Drop it.

Drop it, let's go.

- Nice dog.

- What did you get me into?

- I was supposed to be gone.

None of this shit was supposed to happen.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Listen, listen.

If we get out of this alive, I'll split everything with you.

We gotta go, come on.

- Yo, this is him.

- I don't know why I'm always saving your ass.

- Maybe it's love, Beam?

- Maybe.

Might be money.

Ready to roll, clean, all yours.

- Thank you, brother.

- Good luck with those dick pics.

- It's a long story.

- Yeah.

- We got to get my brother.

- What?

No, we have to go!

- They've been to my house.

Keep it running and get in the driver seat, just in case.

I'll only be a few minutes.

- I know, I know.

Go, go.

- I need the drive.

- No.

No, no fucking way.

- I can't trust you.

- I can't trust you either.

- Dude, I've been shot at, hung, beat up.

I have nine toes,

all because you stole 800k from your boyfriend.

- I also got you fired from your last job.

- What?

You what?

- I needed you, Ty.

- You.

You didn't need me.

You needed a patsy.

- Yeah, that was you.

Wait!

Here.

It's up to 1.2 million now.

- It went up again?

- It never stopped.

- Hey, bud I need you to come with me, okay?

- Why, what's going on?

- Trust me.

I'll tell you more later.

- Where you going?

- Dad, not right now. - The fuck you say?

Huh?

- I'm taking Brandon for a few days.

There's nothing you gonna say or do about it.

Okay?

- Are you in trouble again?

All right, well you better get going then.

- You want to come with us?

- Nah, I can take care of myself.

But you better get going

before whatever it is catches up to you.

- Yeah.

Okay if you see anything let me know.

- Can help you?

- Yeah, uh.

Yeah, I'm interested in renting

one of your things for stuff.

- Storage unit? - That's it.

Yeah.

- Right, well we have a variety of sizes

ranging from 20 to 200 square feet.

Well, how much you looking to store?

- Yeah, that, that sounds.

Sounds great.

- How did you hear about us?

- My, it was my friend.

Uh, his name is Ty.

I believe he recommended.

- Yeah Ty, he's a great kid.

- Oh yeah, he's great.

- How do you and Ty know each other?

- Um, we we used to go to different high schools together.

No, he, it was like, work stuff.

Yeah.

- Oh, great.

You want to come back, take a look at a few options?

- Yes, I do.

I would absolutely like to do that.

However, for now, could you just tell me,

is Ty, is he here?

I mean, or, was, he here?

Because he said he was going to meet me here, so I just.

- No.

Uh, I, I don't know where he is,

and I wouldn't tell you if I did.

See, we take privacy pretty seriously around here.

- Yeah, yeah, right.

No, right, I, appreciate that.

I do.

Okay.

Um, all right, so maybe I'll just, I'll just,

I'll come back.

- Sure.

- Okay.

Okay.

Um, thanks, man.

- Any time. - You have a good day.

- Hello?

- Is Ty home?

- And you are?

- I'm a friend of his.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on in.

Yeah, right inside here.

Who was it you said you were again?

Come meet some of my friends.

Hey.

They're here, they're here.

Storage locker, yeah yeah.

- What the fuck?

Don't sneak up on me in this place.

- I need a piece, Kip.

Yeah.

- How bad is it?

- It's pretty bad.

- Come on.

- Wait here.

Holy shit, Kip.

- Yeah, well, no one's perfect.

It's loaded.

You did not get that from me.

Right? - Right.

- Right.

- Where's Fergie?

- He's not answering his phone.

- It doesn't matter.

It can't wait.

- Here, take 'em. - What the hell is this?

- The fuck you think it is?

You seriously need me to tell you

that's a fucking mask.

- It's a fucking mask man.

- I didn't ask for a fucking Halloween mask, you idiot.

Sell off everything else in the locker.

Should cover way more than what I owe you.

I'm so sorry, Kip. - This way.

Go, go, go.

That way.

- Can't. - Come on, come on, follow me.

Get in there and don't make a sound.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, someone's gotta stay in there with him.

- Good idea.

You listen to her.

- I got you. - Let's go!

Wait here.

- We just want the drive.

- Don't you--

- Last chance, where's the drive?

Where is it?

You got three seconds to tell me.

One,

two,

I got him.

Go find the girl.

- Jess,

where have you been?

I should shoot you right now.

I need to shoot you.

I should shoot you.

I'm so, I'm sorry.

The only thing I'm sure about, I need the drive.

I'm sorry, kid.

I need the drive.

I need the drive, Jess!

- You're not going to shoot him, please!

- I don't know if I'm gonna not shoot him, baby.

Should I shoot you? - Stop!

Stop, please!

- Do I need to shoot? - It's right there,

it's right there!

Don't, please!

- Is that it?

Is that it?

Are you lying to me? - Stop stop stop!

It's right there.

- Please please please, Jess!

Please, Jess!

Jess!

- We gotta go.

We gotta go.

Call 911.

God, Kip!

You're shot!

- Twice actually.

I'm okay.

Go help Ty.

- Oh ho, little girl with a big gun, huh?

- Go find your brother.

Cops are on the way.

Who am I?

- I have no idea.

- You killed my brother!

Dumped him in a ditch.

- That was an accident.

- Just like Sammy!

- You want revenge?

I'm ready, honey.

- Nah.

I'm gonna spend your money while you rot in jail.

- It's empty.

- Hey,

don't tell Dad.

Okay?

- You mind if I take your brother for a minute?

- I need you to keep the place locked up.

K, make sure none of my customer's stuff goes missing.

Okay?

Promise me. - Yeah.

- Good man.

- Bet that stings a little, huh?

So the guy he said was locked in your unit wasn't there?

He escaped through the ceiling, I think.

There's no sign of the girl anywhere either.

You're being straight with me, right?

- Yeah.

Mm hmm.

- Okay.

It's probably the same guys

involved in a shoot out across town.

- That's horrible.

- Yeah, sucks.

It's a fucking mess.

Kip told me you're on parole.

- Yeah.

- But you were just in here moving your stuff, right?

- Yeah, uh huh.

- Kip's an old friend of ours from the force.

- Yeah.

I saw you in here the other day.

- No, you didn't.

- You're right.

No.

Somebody else.

- Yeah.

You're gonna lock up for him, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah. - Okay.

Keep an eye on the place?

- Oh, yeah. - Until he gets out.

- Uh huh. - Alright.

You be good.

- There's your receipt, my friend.

Thank you.

- We've got a lot of different options.

So just take a look around and let me know.

- Of course.

- Do me a favor and go clip 153?

- I thought we weren't doing that anymore.

- What are you, a cop?

I lost the key.

- I'm on it.

- You like it?

- This used to be my brother's car.

- No kidding.

Same one?

And you tracked it down?

- Yeah.

It's beautiful.