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Today You Die (2005)

Should I be worried?

Death sometimes symbolises change.

Not always a bad thing.

And this one?

The hierophant.

A reader of dreams.

Compatible with your gift of sight.

Or maybe someone
who's close to you.

A man of power...

...in both the physical...

...and the spiritual world.

- Come here. What's wrong?
- I had an awful dream.

There was a gun to your head.

Harlen, please don't go.

Listen to me. Dreams are symbolic.

They don't often mean what you see.

Later on, tell me what you saw,
and I'll tell you what I think it meant.

In the meantime...

...go back to bed.

Back soon. You hear me?

Hey, where'd you get this painting?

I saw it in a dream.

Then I ran across it
at this antique store on Third.

I was drawn to it.

Felt like karma meant for me
to have it.

And I thought you'd like it too.

You're right about that.
I like it. It's nice.

Yeah. Dope dealing has been good.

Thanks for doing the heavy lifting.

We couldn't get in
till you bypassed that alarm.

I'm glad I was good for something.

I always rob these scumbag
drug dealers and give to the poor.

Well, see, we know all about you...

...taking from guys like me
and giving it to the poor.

But then again,
you do keep a little for yourself.

You found me out, didn't you?

You know, make you feel better...

...then think of us like a charity.

Well, I kind of like that.

Because, you know,
I'm in the mood to give.

It's an old converted barn.
It should be ready next month.

Nobody knows about it.

Dreams are a sign.
Now the writing on the mirror...

Dreams are not always
what they seem to be.

It's up for interpretation.

They don't always turn out
the way you think.

But the writing was in English
with mixed French.

A warning. Something about killing me
in the past as an innocent...

...and taking a blood-oath repentance.
It just faded before I could get it all.

Well, I believe you. You know that.

I just think that not all spirits
are malicious.

You gotta change your life, Harlen.

Look, I'm out. I promise.

I promise.

I'm serious. I can't take this anymore.
We just can't help everyone.

I know. I know. I'm out, I promise.
I'm out.

I'm looking at this whole thing
as a new beginning.

I got this friend who has a lot
of really nice opportunities.

I thought this could be a really
good chance for a new beginning.

- Sounds good to me.
- I'm excited.

- Max Stevens.
- Harlen. Nice to meet you, sir.

- I hear you're a great driver.
- I don't know about that.

I do the best I can.

And you are?

- Jada.
- Jada. That's a lovely name.

You know what,
we've had such a long day.

- We've been driving and driving.
- Yeah.

And you'll have a long night tomorrow.

Here's the address.
You better get some rest.

Thank you, sir.

Well, that's some trailer trash
right there.

What are you staring at?

- You okay?
- Yeah, man. I'm good.

- Just checking.
- Is this the first pickup today?

The only pickup. Max says you're
all right, that's enough for me.

- But you're here to drive, that's it.
- Yes.

- We clear?
- Crystal clear.

- Stay awake.
- Yeah, man.

- All right.
- Do I look sleepy?

- Yeah.
- Why are you whispering?

It's first day on the job.
No personal calls.

Yeah. I was wondering
about this new J-O-B.

- It's a job, darling.
- With who?

- Max.
- Something wrong with this guy.

I don't like him.

You know what?
Like I said, it's a job.

You said you'd leave that stuff behind.

Look, it's a legitimate job.
I take money from point A to point B.

Yeah. How many times
have I heard that before?

I can't hear you.
I'll have to call you back.

Harlen. Money's walking your way.

So she walked out.

- So you new on the job?
- No.

Working security at the DI.
One of your guys called in sick.

So I'm filling in,
make a few extra bucks. Child support.

Get the ex- wife off my back.

Women. There's two kinds:

The ones you can't get rid of,
and the ones you can't get.

- Good luck with that.
- Yeah.

Pretty serious, your buddy here.
What's her name?

Harlen, heads up.
Keep your eyes open.

Okay.

Let's go. Okay.

Don't look so serious. It's only money.

All right.

Thanks, guys.

Where's my head?
I gotta sign, right?

Code 991, we have a 211 in progress.
Armed men in armed vehicle.

Come on, drive!

Man down!

- This was supposed to be legit, man.
- You stop, you die.

Max. What the fuck is going on?

- The cops were waiting for us.
- Bruno. Bruno, don't panic.

Whatever you've got to do...

...do it.

Shit! Goddamn it!

Your guys brought on the heat.

Everything is under control.

This was supposed to go down quietly.

- We're not gonna get through.
- Shut the fuck up! You keep driving.

They're tearing up the strip.
Get them off the road!

They're going to the safe house.
Everything is under control.

It's nowhere under control.
This was supposed to go down quietly.

They're heading in the opposite
fucking direction.

What we have here is a failure
to communicate.

We're running low on fuel.

McCarran, this is Alpha Bravo Two,
requesting priority landing.

They're running us in circles.

Watch it, watch it!

Holy shit! Oh, man!

You can drive. You can drive,
motherfucker.

- Holy shit.
- You want me to lose them?

- Watch this.
- Holy shit.

Bruno?

Are you there?

Bruno?

- Jada.
- Harlen?

It was a setup.

What are you talking about?

- I'm not feeling too good.
- Where are you?

I'm somewhere downtown.

Harlen. Harlen!

Hey, buddy, you all right?

Sir, I need you to put your hands
where I can see them.

I think he's injured.
Call an ambulance.

This is Four Adam Seven.

I have code 901,
corner of Seventh and Tropicana.

Where's the truck?

They found it abandoned. The cops
picked up Bruno in the gutter.

- Where's the money?
- It's gone.

I want you to find that driver.

- Max, we've been looking...
- Find him!

I'm dead if I lose that driver.

Details are sketchy,
but a casino guard...

...and a dozen cops have ID'd him
as the truck's driver.

- Is he talking?
- Nothing yet.

I still don't understand
why we're involved.

He's part of a drug deal
that went south.

He's being released
into general population.

He still claims he doesn't
remember anything.

We'll throw him on the main line.
He'll talk tomorrow.

Let me try first.

You?

I can handle it.

You wanna take a crack at him,
go ahead.

Thank you, sir.

Let's see what you got.

- Might as well give you a knife, huh?
- I'm not trying to hurt anybody.

I know you've been through a lot.
I do.

- But I need you to fill in some blanks.
- Like what?

Well, there's a missing truck
with $ 20 million in it.

What do you know about that?

The only thing I know about right
now is that I need to see a lawyer.

My boss thinks I'm wasting my time...

... but I think that you wanna do
the right thing.

Harlen, there were witnesses
who saw you in that truck.

Cops were injured.

You know what,
this might sound kind of pedestrian...

...but I really was hired to drive.
That's the truth.

So why'd you try to run?

You know what, somebody had a gun
to my head, and they tell me...

... if I don't drive,
they're gonna kill me. That's why.

- Bruno.
- Did y'all arrest him now?

Okay, so where is the truck?
And where's the money?

I bumped my head so hard,
I can't remember nothing.

Max.

Old Max, I'll bet you anything
he knows where that truck is.

That would be tough.

Max was shot in the head last night.

Lowlife freak who dabbled
in black magic.

The list of possible suspects
is endless.

You've just run out of alibis.

You know, I was just telling
your lady friend...

...this was a legitimate driving job.

Legit drivers don't run
from the police.

Even when somebody puts
a gun to your head...

...and threatens to kill you
if you don't?

I believe you.

So where's the truck?

You know...

...I really think that Max knows
where the truck is.

Max is dead.

Three police officers were killed
while in pursuit.

That's murder one, pal.

Life without parole.

Either you have to get
your stories straight...

...or I'm gonna be so confused,
I just won't know what to do.

You get yourself a good lawyer.

The south corridor...

Repeat, the south corridor is
out of bounds.

Kitchen workers,
report to your job sites.

All inmates, return to your bunks
to report for count.

Repeat, all inmates, report for count.

Hey, vato.

Hey, come here! I want to lick you!

Know what I mean? Fool!
What I'm talking about!

We gonna have ourselves
a good time.

Yeah, yeah! Trash! Come here, boy!

- Did the police search the area?
- No.

It's so hard.

I keep thinking I'll wake up,
and it'll be another nightmare...

...but there's no miracle this time.

Look, if I could take it back, I would.

You'll get through this.

Look back to the days
when you were in college.

You were kicking everybody's ass.
You were a champion.

Think back to that.

How could this happen?

- I got the appeal, you know.
- Oh, yeah.

What's wrong?

I've been getting calls at the house.

From who?

It's about the money.

Look, you're gonna have to go back
to Memphis and lay low.

No, no. I love you. I am not leaving
you in this place alone.

- I love you, Jada.
- I love you.

Yo, Harlen.

Check it out, motherfucker.
Get the message.

We can get to you or her
at any fucking time.

You better show him the money.

Show him the money.

I see your handwork is handsome.

Yeah. But you know,
you ain't gotta worry about me.

They ain't on my immediate team.
I heard what you're in here for.

I just want a piece of the portion, you
know. Touch a little sun. You feel me?

I understand that everybody gotta
wet their beak some time.

- So look, let's talk some business.
- Business is what it is.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

That's right. This is my house, baby.
That's what I'm talking about.

Make sure them rookies know
who to pay them taxes to.

I got you on that.

Okay, just the one named Ice.
We don't wanna start a war.

Payback time.

Where's the money?

Tell me, or I'm gonna cut
your fucking heart out.

You know what, Bruno?
I got some advice for you.

I think you should be
my motherfucking guest.

You motherfucker.
I'm gonna kill you.

- Who else was in this besides Max?
- Fuck you.

I don't remember seeing Fuck You.

Okay. Okay. Garret, Vincent
and some guy Taggert.

- Yeah? Taggert who?
- Owns Taggert Construction...

...on the west side.
I get the jobs from those guys.

If there's anyone higher,
only Max knows.

- Ask him.
- Don't bullshit me. Max is dead.

That motherfucker's not dead.
Don't believe everything you hear.

He's been seen. He fucked you
even worse than me.

Really? All right,
I want you to do me a favour.

- Will you give Max a message for me?
- Sure.

Man, these �ses
don't wanna start no war.

Even if what you're saying is true,
why you telling me?

Well, you know what?
Then you might owe me something.

Might owe you something. Favours
do make the world go round, right?

Yes, sir, they do.
Anyhow, watch your back.

Watch your back too, big dog.

Did you check out the tits
in the magazine?

- Those shits look fine.
- That's what I'm talking about.

Luis, Raul, is this motherfucker
alone?

That motherfucker's a sitting duck.

Tell him to meet me
in the laundry room.

Luis, watch out for guards, eh?

Raul, watch my back. I'm gonna ice
this motherfucker myself.

Yo, Ice.

Hey, holmes. Ice.

Looking for me, �se?

Don't take it personal, holmes.

Y'all violated the truce.
You wanna prevent the war?

Your homey found his way
on my shank.

Y'all find someplace to stash
this motherfucker.

The �ses get taxed 75 percent
on the cigarettes...

...and 100 percent
on the nose candy.

I'm hungry as shit. Let's roll.

Hey, homey. Come here.

That was real righteous what you did.
Good looking.

- Bad shit happening here, ain't it?
- Yeah. Shit, you saved my life.

- That's for sure.
- Ain't no thing.

You know what, I owe you one.
I ain't happy about that.

Yeah, you don't look too happy,
but you look happy.

What I told you,
if we could talk some business.

Look, if you wanna do
something for me...

...help me find a way out of here.

This might be your lucky day.

I know a man that would do
anything for money.

Ex-Vietnam pilot. Work as a mechanic
over there in Loen Airport.

Word is, they got this sheriff chopper
over there, in for maintenance.

Sheriff chopper.
That could have possibilities.

Read the details, then get rid of them.

If it's something that you down with,
you welcome to come along.

Well, listen. I know you're smart.

If the plan's smart,
I'll be riding with you.

Tell you straight up...

...l'm just looking for a taste of that
scrilla everybody say you got stashed.

You follow those directions.
If you're where you supposed to be...

...when it say you supposed
to be there, I'll know you're a rider.

I'm happy to share, man. Plan's smart,
we'll be riding together. You hear?

Yeah.

In the past two days, an inmate's
been murdered, another badly beaten.

Word is, you were involved.

Since when does the DEA give a shit
about murdered inmates?

Twenty million dollars
is still missing.

Seem like it always come back
to the money, don't it?

Where is it?

As I had mentioned to you before,
I hit my head real hard.

I have amnesia. It seems to me like
that amnesia's kind of life insurance.

So maybe if you cooperate,
your sentence would be lessened.

You see, I've been doing all this
research on Max, and he was clean.

No files, no priors.
Not in any database.

- Boy, and you seem so surprised.
- None of it makes any sense.

I put together all my leads,
and nothing adds up.

You find me Max, my memory might
could get really good really quick.

Max is dead. Move on.

Here's my card
if you need to get ahold of me.

Thank you.

There's some ugly rumours
about you and that fed bitch.

Everybody want their money,
you know?

Yeah. So when you ready
to raise up?

If it's smart, I'm ready.

I'll guarantee you a change of scenery
will jog your memory on that loot pot.

Let's put it like this:

Let those who should be liberated
get going where they got to go.

- You is a cool motherfucker.
- Ice cool, y'all.

- Moon jumping cattle battle?
- What?

- Pyjama mama on Pico pimping?
- What?

- Sneeze oozing on a Sunset stripper?
- What?

Fool, you don't know G-bonics?
Nigga, I said good night.

- Almost home, baby. Almost home.
- Yes, sir.

Hell, yeah. Hell, yeah.
Now you a gangster.

Who the fuck is he?

Listen, that's my lottery ticket.
Get the fuck out of here.

Yo, let's go!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

- Hey, Ice, give me a phone.
- You gots to love it, baby. Yeah.

- Hello?
- Yeah, it's me.

Hey, you okay? I just heard the news.
What's going on?

Forget that. I need you to get out
of the house right away.

- But, what are...?
- Listen, pack all your shit.

Don't be followed. Go to the place
I told you. You know where it is.

Was that a good idea?

Come on, now, man.
That's none of your business.

- He took care of you?
- Money's already down south.

I'm gonna take this one.
Y'all take that one.

Oh, hell, no. We ain't splitting up.

Listen to me, man. You did me right.
I'm gonna do you right.

- Good luck down south.
- Thank you.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna find Max.

- What?
- I think he's alive.

How can that be?
Look, we need to get out of here.

We need to go back home
to Memphis.

My parents, they'll put us up
somewhere.

Look, you don't wanna expose
your parents to trouble with the law.

Harbouring a fugitive,
stuff like that, you know.

- Can't remember where the money is?
- Let me put it this way:

As long as I can't remember,
they might not try to kill me...

...because then they'd never get
the money. You understand?

These people are the kind of people
that will never stop unless I stop them.

You know what, you do whatever
it takes for us to have a life after this.

I will.

Here in Nevada, a spectacular
prison break caught on tape...

... by an amateur photographer
earlier today.

And one of the escapees
has been identified as Harlen Banks.

This is a real fuckup.

Agent Knowles.

I'd say you failed.

Yeah, it happens.

Nothing just happens, Knowles.
But then, you're young. I appreciate it.

- I want you off the team.
- What? You can't do that.

You met with Banks
before he broke out.

- You disobeyed direct orders.
- I was following the agency's rules.

- What if he initiates contact?
- Lf he calls you, you call me.

Don't fuck up again, Miss Knowles.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong, baby? Same dream?

Max again? You'll be all right.

The same mausoleum.

I saw the family name this time.

- Berger.
- Sound French.

I saw a girl dressed in white.

He's evil, Harlen. He's something
beyond this earth.

Relax, sweetheart. You'll be all right.

What the hell?

That's a protection diagram.

What took you so long?

- You wouldn't believe me.
- I thought you split town without me.

- You got the wrong guy, man.
- Got love for you too, OG.

Look, let's get the money from the bad
guys so we can take it all. You see?

Both our asses is on the line. I watch
your back, you watch my back...

...and I'll help you give the bastards
first-class tickets to hell.

Maybe that will be the medicine
for your amnesia.

You know what, man? I can feel it.
It's coming.

- My memory's coming.
- Hallelujah!

- It's coming back.
- Yeah.

You drive like shit.
Anybody ever tell you that?

You drive like
a motherfucking old lady.

Yo. What's popping, soldiers?
Been a minute, right?

Kool. What's up, money?
How you feeling?

All right. Yeah.
This is my twin brother right here.

Yeah, you made the big time,
6:00 news.

No shit.

- D in the back?
- Yeah, always.

- What's up with the white cat?
- I'm cosigning for him. He the truth.

- All right.
- Nice to meet you.

Dink-D's expecting us.

- Dink-D.
- Ice. What up, dog?

Same shit, different toilet.
This is Harlen.

Walks like a black man.
Breathes like a killer.

- Nice to meet you.
- Popo on our asses real hard.

- So as I heard.
- We need your graces on this one, OG.

- Putting in some work?
- Yeah.

But the only thing,
it might just come back on you.

Shit. Dinky-D don't see nothing,
right?

- Long as you don't feel it.
- You know that's right.

- You still a realist.
- Here's what's on the menu.

Lord, have mercy.

How you planning on paying,
cash or cash?

I like her. She cute. You know,
as soon as I got it, you got it.

No worries, homey.

I was thinking, man,
like, you good with a gun?

- Yeah.
- And a razor?

I know you quick with the hands,
all that karate, whatever.

But I don't play that. I play "k-rifle,"
crazy. A slit Ice.

I see you coming with that razor
or the rifle, I just say:

"Hey, hands up."

Hey, that's dude right there?

Yeah, he's the key to the money.

He walks kind of funny.
You think he did some prison time?

Maybe. Might be out there doing
a little homo promo.

Because it seem to me like,
you know, the way he's walking...

...that he might've been
what we call the "punk."

- Yeah, you know what?
- Or somebody's bitch.

If he really a punk,
he'll give the money up quick.

- We have to get the money quick.
- For sure.

- Well, here I go.
- Let's do it.

Show him how many languages
you know.

He don't understand, I can get out
and teach him some "gun fu."

- Hey.
- Yeah.

- Max sent me.
- Bullshit. He's dead.

- Bullshit happens, you know.
- Who the fuck are you?

And I thought I was ignorant.

This is one crazy motherfucker.

Now, we can do this the easy way
or the hard way.

Easy way is, you're gonna tell me
what I wanna know.

I'll let you go. You just stay in the car
and let me walk away.

You lead your life and I lead mine.

Hard way is, I'm gonna take
this 6-inch gun...

...and I'm gonna blow
your 2-inch dick off.

It's pointing there, right there
right now, and the safety's off.

And now my finger's starting
to get tighter and tighter.

All right, all right. Right. Fourth Street.
Fourth and fucking Main.

Vincent and Garret have a deal
going down tonight.

You made the right decision.
I'm gonna let you go now.

I thought you was gonna
just talk to him.

You know what? He's like a child.

He didn't get his own way.
He shot himself.

He shot himself?
What, he just was depressed?

I think he wasn't feeling too good
about himself.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

It's leaking down there.

Lord, have mercy.

Have you thought about
anger management?

Yes, sir, I have,
but this worked better.

You may be right. I didn't say
you were right, but may be right.

Well, one or the other, man,
it was fun.

Is that right? Good looking, soldier.

Word on the street, all this around here
ran by Black Dragon Mafia.

Some fool named Ming Lee.
He the leader.

I got the digits.

Well, did you say Ming Lee
or Mingaling?

- You got jokes.
- I got jokes.

- I said, Ming Lee.
- Ming Lee, I got you.

Would you do me a favour and get me
the tong boy on the phone?

Yeah, you don't know me...

...but the folks who took down
your jewellery store the other day...

...they're gonna be at Fourth and Main,
third floor, 4:00.

Be there and do something good.
Y'all could take care of business.

- That was your sexy voice?
- That was his girlfriend, that's why.

I thought you're supposed
to fuck them up, not fuck them.

That's my shit.

What you know about that?

Look at this. Look, lookie here.

South side.

North.

- It's time to drop it like it's hot.
- Let's go.

Y'all watch this half-open door here.

These motherfuckers are going down.
Behind the post. You're with me.

Let's get our fucking money back.

Why is the baby crying?
Did you change his diaper?

You gotta change the fucking diaper.
I'm not there.

I can't do everything fucking for you.

How about some dinner tonight?
And I'm not talking reservations.

Thanks. You boys gonna stand there
with your fingers up your ass?

- Or you gonna show me what you got?
- Yo, Garret, check it out, bro.

Oh, that's nice.

- Yo, Mike. Check it out.
- Fucking A, nice.

- It's good.
- We tapped that tit, didn't we?

The Chinks never knew what hit them.

I warned those Asian motherfuckers
to pay for their protection.

- Now they pay up the ass.
- Way the fuck up.

That was a nice haul, boys.
Real nice haul.

And don't worry, T-bag,
we're all gonna get our nuts.

Fuck those fucking Dragons, man.

Fuck you, white bitches,
pieces of shit.

Fuck you, you Asian American
motherfucker!

Fleabag motherfuckers think you can
come in our 'hood and dis us?

Oh, yeah? What the fuck you gonna do
about it, you yellow bitch?

All right, tell me. Where's Max?

He's in fucking hell, you asshole.

He's in hell. You sure?

Fuck you.

No. Wait, wait, wait. Who are you?

You don't know who I am?
I'm the one throwing this party.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.
I know who you are. Oh, God, no!

Oh, now you know who I am.

You better say your prayers,
God as my witness.

Oh, I forgot. I don't leave
no fucking witnesses.

Garret, what's up?

I heard your boss is dead.

Well, you heard right. Who is this?

I'm somebody you fucked
and sent to prison, boy.

Harlen.

You all fucked me.
Now you're gonna pay.

Well, you know, things
got really screwed up, man.

Bruno wigged out, cops got tipped off.
Hell, you ran with the money.

Let me tell you something. You guys
betrayed me, and I'm coming for you.

Don't be stupid, Harlen.
It's nothing personal.

We ran a search on Harlen's
family and friends.

- Nothing's turned up.
- Thanks, Jackie.

Agent Knowles.

Harlen, what's this about?

Lucky's Bar in three hours.
You hear me? All right.

Look, look, you know what this is?
This is Driving Miss Daisy, see?

That's what it is. Driving Miss Daisy.
Only I'm Miss Daisy.

Talking about me driving.
You don't do no better.

That's true. And you know why?

We're ex... We're not even ex-cons,
we're current cons.

- Current cons?
- We're current cons.

Sounds like a fucking health berry.

Whoa, how'd a fine piece like you
find your way here?

I'm just meeting a friend here.

- In here?
- Yeah.

You sure you're not
in the wrong place?

Yeah, I'm positive.

- She's with me.
- I'm just cleaning off your table.

Yeah, man. I got you.

What exactly are you doing, Harlen?

- Max is alive.
- What? There's no way.

No, a little birdie told me he's alive.

Your information's wrong.
I saw the body.

You saw a body. But it wasn't Max.

- Max is being protected.
- By who?

- I think by your friends.
- Like what, Witness Protection?

- Maybe. You should check that out.
- No, no. I don't have clearance.

- Then I guess this was a waste of time.
- Wait, please. What did you expect?

I expected you to care about the truth
and finding out about the truth.

- Which is?
- When we were at the heist...

...there was an undercover car
watching us.

Didn't even come after us...

...until after we had already taken off
with the money.

Max has got friends high up
in your department.

What are you saying? Max and
Saunders? You can't be serious.

- Do you have proof?
- I'd like you to get into the computers.

No matter what you have to do.

Find out about the connection
between Max and your people.

Believe me when I tell you,
there is one.

Forensics report
on the warehouse, sir.

- We came up empty.
- Shit. Well, get the DNA team on it.

Right away.

Miss Knowles, so nice to see you.

You talked to him again last night,
didn't you?

Yes. How did you know?

Weren't you supposed to notify me
immediately when you talked to him?

You tapped my phone.

What are you afraid of, Saunders?

Get the fuck out of my face.

- Hey, Laurie, what you got?
- I ran a cross-index search...

...like you asked, and I found a file
that referenced Max Stevens.

- Don't even tell me.
- It's under "Kill Master."

I used agency clearance
and look where I found it.

I mean, what's this about, Rusty?

Hi, guys. Find anything?

Oh, well, I better go back to see
how my search is running.

- What's going on, Rusty?
- Maybe I should ask you that.

- What?
- I'd like to know why I'm looking...

...for a file that's a level-six
classification...

...which is already on your computer.

Who was Max's original handler?

Enough. I'm not even supposed
to be talking to you.

Rusty, please, I am being set up.

- What?
- By Saunders.

- The one and only.
- Please.

What the fuck is going on?

- I am working.
- Excuse us.

Max Stevens, your informant?

You wanna dance with the devil?
Let's dance.

You lied to me from day one.
You knew Harlen was innocent.

You changed records,
you deleted files.

And every single time I got close,
you shut me down.

Now, what are you hiding?

You got nothing on me,
but I got plenty on you, honey.

I'll tell you what.

You bring in the money, bring in
Harlen, and I'll make it all go away.

- Yeah.
- Harlen.

You were right. Saunders is involved.
Max was his informant.

- Yeah, now we just gotta prove it.
- I've got an address for you, Vincent's.

- 1429 Oak Hill Road. What's your plan?
- Well, I'll meet him.

- What makes you think they'll show?
- I got 20 million reasons.

You can't kill the whole world.

I'm not planning on killing
the whole world.

Just those people trying to kill me.

I think this all has to do with Max.
The visions, the apparition.

- He's just one part of the picture.
- He's the biggest part, Harlen.

You know that. He's capable
of more than the eye can see.

In your dreams...

...are you seeing him alive or dead?

Neither.

Both.

- Yeah, who are you?
- Girl Scouts of America.

What the fuck?!

I knew you'd come for me.

That's because
when you fuck people over...

...you always have to be
looking over your shoulder...

...waiting for just a moment like this.

If you hadn't run, it wouldn't
have screwed everything up.

Murder one when you didn't
do nothing is kind of hard.

- Just business, Harlen.
- I got some business for you now.

Why don't you bring me the money.
Because you got nowhere to go.

I came where I'm going.

You've been smart
up until now, Harlen.

Don't start getting stupid.

You listen to me. Until I get my
fucking money, I fucking own you.

Fuck! It's no use trying
this stuff with me, man!

Fucking A! I got partners!
I got fucking partners.

Kill me, they'll come after you.
You'll be on the 6:00 news.

Yeah, but you know what,
your partners are all dead.

No, they're not. Wait a minute.
Wait. Wait a minute.

Go ahead. Call them.
Who you got to call?

He's here.

- Hold on.
- Let me talk. Who's this?

Oh, fuck you.

All right, I'll tell you what. You want
the money? I'll give you the money...

...if you promise me, after y'all get
the money, this is it. It's over.

And I won't have to be looking
over my shoulder no more.

Deal?

All right, 10 minutes before...

...l'm gonna call you and tell you
where and when. You hear?

All right.

I knew you were smart.

Yeah, pick me up at 5.
Do this, and you'll get the money.

I was born with the devil inside me.

How chilling.

Seems like you were also born with
an extraordinary propensity for music.

Well, I'm glad you appreciate it.

- You've come alone.
- Yes, sir, I have.

Innocence.

That's where the real power is.

What do I care about money?

Innocence, that's where the power lies.

Mystical power between
innocence and evil.

Let's face it. You're not a master of
illusion. You're a master con artist.

And just a sick guy that's gotta be
stopped. I'd say now is the time.

So you won't let me do my work?
Well...

...we can't shoot you.

That's too jejune.

But we can eliminate you...

...perhaps in a reality
that you might be familiar with.

That would be good.
Otherwise it would be too jejune.

Bartholomew.

I want you to meet Harlen.

To a new beginning.

Easterly winds are moving
at gusts of 10 miles an hour.

Precipitation at 90 percent and rising.

To a new beginning.

Hey, Harlen!

- Can we do this like civilised people?
- Yes, sir, that's what I was hoping.

Nothing personal, Harlen.
We needed...

...somebody didn't know about the
money, who wasn't greedy or stupid.

I wanna make sure that once I give
you the money, you'll leave me alone.

Nice story. Now, put
the weapons down. Do it now!

- What are you doing here?
- Put it down.

Miss Knowles, put down the gun.

- What took you so long, huh?
- You bastard.

- Can't trust nobody.
- Harlen, I believe you...

...but this situation is starting
to peeve me off.

So we need to know
where the money is right now...

...or I will blow Miss Knowles' brains
all over.

Saunders, you look outnumbered.
You got no backup?

Gonna read us our rights,
or having trouble with Internal Affairs?

- Shut up, you uneducated delinquent.
- You are so embarrassing.

Now, you've been smart so far,
so don't get stupid.

You know what really gets my goat?
That expression, "war on drugs."

You know that expression?
That's like making war on aspirin.

You have any idea what I make?

This isn't about drugs.
This is about money.

So where's the money?
Show me the money, Harlen.

Saunders, shut the fuck up
and get the fucking money!

Got it for you right now.

It's right here.

- We can work this out.
- Fuck you talking?

I kill the girl, you take care of Harlen,
we split the money.

Sound like a righteous offer.
But fuck you!

Wrong answer.

Oh, you ran out of gas? Oh, hell, no.

Today you die, motherfucker!

Little bitch!

Fuck.

Shit.

Motherfucker shot Ice Kool.

Damn!

- Rachael.
- God.

Miss Knowles.

Come on, Rachael,
what are you trying to prove?

- Let's be reasonable here.
- Leave me alone.

This is all getting
a little too emotional.

You can't seriously give a shit
about these scumbags.

Rachael?

I am really starting
to lose my patience.

- Screw you.
- This is really...

...starting to piss me off.

Now look...

...we are a team.

I can't have you running off
at the mouth.

- What is wrong with you?
- You hurt my feelings, baby.

- You all right?
- I sure wish I could have done that.

Ice, you all right?

I'm in the mood for the cherry
on the cake. Know what I mean, right?

- What you talking about?
- What are you talking about?

One, two, three.

- That's what I'm talking about.
- Holy shit.

We'd like to keep this donation
anonymous. Feel me?

There are no names
in Switzerland, sir.

Now, would you like security
to escort you to the airport?

No need. This is just
a small amount of the total.

- This'll cover expenses. You heard?
- Of course. Rest assured...

...St. Thomas Childrens Hospital will
receive the balance today.

That's what's up.
Thank you very much.

Have a safe trip
and please visit us again.

I plan on it. Believe that.

Hey!

- Smile!
- Jonah.

- Hey. How are you?
- Good.

This is for you.

I want you to wear that
for protection and luck, okay?

- Okay.
- All right, baby girl.

- It's nice to see you doing so good.
- Thank you.

- What's that?
- This nice man gave it to me.

- Really? It's beautiful.
- Thank you.

You're a lucky little girl.
Can I have a hug?

- She'll be okay.
- I know.

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