Original subtitles

Ladies and gentlemen, flight 492 to New York is delayed.

Please report to gate 11. Thank you.

Early bird gets the worm.

Well, if the worm is delayed by two hours,

then the early bird gets to sneak in a nap.

Anything else?

Uh...

Hmm. Look at this.

Anything unicorn.

911. What's your emergency?

Hello? 911. Is anyone there?

Hello?

"They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all.

If I am well oiled, I shall soon be right again.

You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage." Next.

"Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can,

and then she returned and asked anxiously, 'Where are your joints?'

'Oil my neck, first, ' replied the Tin Woodman."

Next.

She never, ever talks.

Class, that's enough.

Next.

"Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage"--

Hey.

- Mr. Stanton? - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- We're in the middle of class. - I know.

- Pack your stuff up. We gotta go. - Mr. Stanton.

One second. I'm so sorry.

Come on. You gotta go.

You can't just take her out of the class.

Next time, I'll call.

- Mr. Stanton, please. - Oh, sorry. Sorry about that.

- It's okay, class. Mr. Stanton. - All right. All right.

Hey.

I was thinking, we never take trips.

Why don't we leave the city, you know?

Get out there, get some fresh air in our lungs.

Little father-daughter trip. Hop in. Come on. Come on.

Milky, I need you to call me back, bro. What the fuck?

All right? Call, text, whatever. I'm on the road for a little while.

Ugh. What? Do people in this town hate music?

Ah. Here we go.

Here's some of your dad's music from when he was a kid.

♪ And everything was made for you and me ♪

♪ It all was made for you and me ♪

♪ It just belongs to you and me ♪

♪ So let's take a ride And see what's mine ♪

♪ Singin' la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Oh, the passenger ♪

♪ He rides and he rides ♪

Looks like you.

Meet your grandfather.

I'm starving.

What's he got in here?

It's delicious.

Isn't that delicious? That good? Yeah.

Ooh. You can't find food like this in the city.

Probably got this from a chicken down the road, yeah?

He probably knows the chicken's name.

You're a limo driver?

Am I driving a limo? Yes.

Am I a limo driver?

No. No.

No, I was actually starting a business

driving limos,

and I bought four at auction,

and when I went to pick 'em up,

they were these '90s pieces of shit you saw, right?

You know, worn-out leather, no TV. It's like, "How am I gonna rent these?

I can't rent 'em out." And I couldn't, right?

So, I call the guy, and I'm like,

"Listen, this is not what I ordered from-- from the catalog."

And he just takes the bill of sale and he's like,

"You can just go kiss your own ass."

Anyway, long story long.

This world is full of lowlifes, man.

Everybody is just out there trying to stab that knife in your back.

So, what do I say?

If you want something in life, you gotta go take it.

Right, baby girl?

So... I did.

I got this business opportunity came my way,

and soon, someone's gonna be driving us around, huh?

Hmm.

Speaking of...

Milky, hey.

Hold on for a second.

Uh-huh.

Mil-- Milky, that's-- that's--

Yes. No, tell him he can have the whole thing.

I don't give a shit.

I wanna unload it all. No, I don't wanna keep it.

Okay, so--

All right. I-- No, I'll come back to the city right now.

Drop me a pin and I'll come back.

All right. Okay. I'll call you back. Bye.

Fuck yes!

So, I gotta go back to the city to do some work,

and I figured that, you know, I would just zip on back there myself,

and you guys can hang out for a while

and get to know each other a little better, right?

How's that sound?

Hey, kid. Hey, hey, hey.

Let's calm down, all right?

This is very, very important business.

Goddamn it. Shit!

Okay, enough.

I make the rules. I'm your father,

and if I say you're gonna stay here, you're gonna stay here with him.

She's fine.

Kids, huh?

Oh, wait.

You wouldn't know.

♪ Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? ♪

♪ Then we wouldn't have to wait so long ♪

♪ And wouldn't it be nice To live together ♪

♪ In the kind of world where we belong? ♪

Probably wondering how I found you.

Found a letter in Mom's old stuff.

I've actually known where you were for years.

She can't stay.

Why?

I-It's just gonna be, like, for a day.

You'll barely notice her.

Jesus. What's the problem?

Find somebody else.

You think that if there was any-- literally anybody else,

that I wouldn't have gone to them before you?

Okay. Listen.

I just need this one thing from you.

Just this one thing,

a-a-and then you're never gonna hear from us again.

Okay?

Okay.

It's gonna be different.

I know I said that before, but this time, it's real.

You don't believe me, do you?

You can believe me this time.

This time, I promise,

it's gonna be different.

Okay?

I'll be back before you guys can form a lasting bond.

Hey.

What's her name?

Delfi.

You don't say very much, do you?

Well, you're going to make some man very happy one day.

Damn it!

You stay out of my way, all right?

Stop eating all the goddamn profits.

What's the matter with you?

You wanna be blind as well as mute?

Here.

Put these on.

Can you see?

Good.

Get over there.

Come on, Saint Francis.

Gimme.

You one of those bleeding hearts, huh?

Well...

let me be the first to break it to you, kid.

You can't save 'em all.

Damn.

Deliveries.

Let's go.

What now?

Listen, brat, I'm a grown man, okay?

No. No. No. No.

Fine. Fine. Jesus Christ.

Quit staring at me.

It's late.

Go to sleep.

Morning, Pete.

Can I call you "Pete"?

Do you know why I'm here?

And yet, here I am.

An old stranger sitting in your kitchen.

Do you know who The Merchant is?

Good.

There was these guys. Fucking Nazi tattoos.

Everybody killed each other.

I didn't-- I didn't know who it belonged to.

Okay. The bag.

You can have it.

It's yours, okay? I don't-- I don't want it.

Well, thanks, Pete.

I had a feeling you'd be a reasonable bloke.

It's just an honest mistake, right?

No harm, no foul.

Fuck! Stop, stop, stop! No!

Why the fuck would you have to have a kid?

Why couldn't you have a cat?

I just have to go get it.

And then I'm gonna bring it right to you.

All you gotta do is go get it and bring it back.

-Yes! -Okay, shall we meet back here then?

What time is good for you?

Okay, enough. Enough. Enough. Enough.

Moment of truth, Pete.

You wanna see your little girl?

Or do you want me to see your little girl?

Okay.

Okay.

I have it.

Gonna pay for this?

Huh?

It's... over here.

Is this how he raised you?

Clean that up.

Hello?

Delfi ...

She likes to put grapes in her cereal.

The red ones.

Not the green ones.

- Peter... - She's--

She's allergic to peanuts.

She hates getting her hair cut.

I promised her a tree house.

Fucking shoot me! Shoot me!

Tell me what's happened--

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Now, you tell me, what has your father done?

Get your things. We leave in five minutes.

I-It wasn't supposed to go down that way, sir.

You-- You cocksucker!

Are you fucking crazy?

Are you fucking nuts?

How fucking dare you, you motherfucker!

You fucking asshole!

It got away from us.

But I'll take care of it.

I'll fix it. I'll fix it.

What are you, Merlin the fucking Magician?

How you gonna fix it?

We'll hit the Aryans.

I'll find his daughter.

She's only eight, so I don't think she'll be any sort of--

He was protecting her.

You should have kids, Vic.

You'd do anything for family.

You should find her.

Good?

Good.

Okay.

Right, then. Well--

You know I-- I depend on you, Vic.

Yeah, I know.

But you're just not family.

Find her.

Hang on. Hang on.

Stay here.

Stay here.

I told you to stay outside, didn't I?

All right.

Just pack light.

Excuse me?

You know my son.

You're Pete's dad?

I watch Delfi sometimes when he works late.

Drive her to school.

When?

Her car was hit by an old lady having aeart attack.

Delfi was in the back seat.

Her mother wasn't wearing her eat belt and she...

She stopped talking that day.

Hmm.

Can I leave her with you?

I'm sorry?

I-I can pay you.

It's not about money.

I mean, she's your blood.

Let's go.

You say you heard a gunshot?

.38 caliber, yeah.

Was anyone shot?

I don't know.

Then how do you know your son was in danger?

Because I heard a gunshot.

Was anything missing?

I doubt it.

Must be end of the month, huh? Gotta make quota.

Work, work, work, work. Hey.

Come on, let's go.

Date of birth?

1983.

Spring. April.

Well, your son doesn't have a record.

Your son married?

I don't know.

Girlfriend?

I don't know.

Any friends? Acquaintances?

Pets?

Are you sure he's even your son?

Sir?

There's really not much to go on here.

Let's go.

Hey.

You said it was a .38 caliber, how'd you know that?

I told you. I heard it.

I see someone's enjoying their sundae.

And you're sure you don't need anything else?

Just the check, please.

Go pee.

I'm not stopping later.

Whenever you're ready.

Okay, you finish up.

I'm gonna get the truck. Outside in five minutes.

Lunch is on you.

I know you're good for it.

That's my son.

Can I, uh...

Can I have a-- a moment, please?

Of course. Take your time.

Milky, I wanna unload the whole thing.

Your father wasn't in there.

Look, kid, I'm not gonna lie.

The chances he's alive are...

You know, until we see the body, we can't know for sure.

Hey.

Don't cry. Not yet.

You can cry when we're done.

Hello, ladies.

- Hey, babe. You wanna go out? - How you doing?

Wonder if I can get some information?

Yeah, what do you want?

Yes.

- Go down on the shoreline. - Right.

First left.

Then straight.

What's this?

Why don't you take those dentures out and suck my dick?

Oh. Oh, shit. No. Hey. Hey, man.

No, I'm-- Oh, man.

I'm so sorry I said those mean things.

I didn't mean it.

No. That was rude and I apologize.

You wanna share, man?

You wanna share?

You know what it is, right?

Yeah, man, that's Nova.

Rolls-Royce of scag. No one can get any right now.

That makes you prom king.

Milky?

You know that name?

Oh, shit. Uh, you a cop?

I'm a baker.

What? A baker?

Oh, wait. No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey, hey. Milky the drug dealer, right?

Yeah, no. I know him. I do, um...

At the park at Elm and Fifth. That's where he slings, man.

Hey! Come on. Come on.

Hey, baker.

Where's the fucking pink shit?

Stay the fuck down.

Is that your truck? Huh?

That truck over there?

Fucking check it out.

Where's the pink shit?

Stay the fuck down.

Open up.

Open the door.

It's me.

Open the door.

Some things might happen.

Some things you don't wanna see.

When that happens, you put these down.

Turn your music all the way up, you understand?

Good.

I just need a credit card to complete your booking.

I'll pay cash.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

We require a credit card to complete the booking.

Well, I don't have a credit card.

Okay. Mr. Selinsky.

Am I saying that correctly?

Perfect.

What are you doing?

It's okay. It's okay. I'm all right. I'm all right.

Look at these nails.

Nails trim.

No loose hairs. No baggy pants.

No jewelry.

Don't wanna give 'em any advantage.

Understand?

How old is he?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe 18.

What's his name?

I don't know what his real name was, Vic. Maybe Trevor or Trent.

Trevor.

Trent.

Maybe 18.

What a waste.

You know...

...we killed this kid.

My guy pulled the trigger.

But he's my responsibility.

That kid...

was yours.

Look, I don't know what you want me to say, Vic.

Do you want me to say I killed him? Fine, I killed him.

I already told you everything I know, man. All right?

I told you it was fucking Tarrow and those guys.

They're the ones who hit the airport, not me.

What about the pink?

Okay, look, this is gonna sound kind of fucked,

but there's talk of this guy, this old guy.

He's going around town with some of the pink.

He calls himself "the Baker."

- The Baker? - Yeah.

Who is this Baker?

I don't know who the Baker is, Vic, I swear. That's all I know.

Okay, please, please don't kill me.

Come on. Please don't kill me.

I need your help to send a message.

No, no, no! Don't!

Tell...

fucking...

everyone.

The Merchant wants what's his.

Now, if death to you and all you know and love...

isn't motivation enough...

ten G's...

to whoever finds this Baker guy.

Go on.

You heard him, get the fuck outta here. Go.

- Go. - Go. Get the fuck out.

Fuck me.

In the truck, brat.

Give them the honeymoon suite.

Possession.

Who tuned them up?

I don't know. Some bullshit story about an old geezer who straight up waxed them.

Witnesses?

Maybe a kid in a bread truck.

Rispoli, find out who Peter Stanton's father is.

Who?

Looking for a bag.

Get the fuck outta here.

Now we wait.

Yeah?

Peter Stanton, born April 17th, 1983.

I need the father.

Can't do it.

What do you mean you can't?

It's redacted.

Who the fuck is this guy?

You stay in the truck, no matter what.

All right? You keep the doors locked until I get back.

Don't open them for anybody.

Promise me.

What?

Don't take me on.

- Where is it, man? - Yo. What the fuck?

- Yo. What the fuck? - Where? Look at me.

- Where? - What?

Back off, man.

The fuck are you--

Give it back.

How many times I gotta--

- I didn't do shit. - How many--

Who is it?

The fuck?

Shh.

I'll do all the talking.

Shh.

There's $300 in that box out there.

Tell me what I want to know, it's all yours.

Who the fuck are you, bro?

Where is Peter Stanton?

Who? I don't know Peter, man.

He called you three days ago.

Oh, you are so fucking dead old man. I'm gonna fucking--

- Seriously. - Fuck, man.

- It's only 20 bucks. - Pay up, man.

Fuck me.

I don't fucking know where he is, man.

Fuck!

You got a lot of piercings, son.

- And I got a lot of time. - No!

Wait. Wait a second. Okay, I know Pete.

Okay. He buys weed off me,

some-fucking-times, and he buys E off me, sometimes.

That's it, bro.

He called you about this, right?

I mean-- I--

Okay, listen. Listen, he called me.

He said he had a bunch of pink that he wanted me to move up.

I said I'd kick it up the ladder. That's all.

- Up to who? - Sirko. My fucking supplier.

He owns this nightclub called Lily's.

A big guy, Ukrainian, weird fucking teeth.

Goggles!

I said stay in the goddamn truck, didn't I?

You promised!

You could've been killed.

We need to eat.

No.

You don't do that.

Never again.

That's my baby girl.

Hey.

Your lawn needs watering.

You have to take care of these things.

Okay.

Ian.

James.

Um...

- Last night... - I heard. I heard.

You were shaky.

Shaky isn't dependable, Vic.

I know, what you do,

it's hard.

Old men wage their little wars,

but it's the young men who fight them.

You used to spoil for a fight, Vic.

But now not so much.

We change.

What do you want now?

Forgiveness?

No. I'm fine.

You look worried.

Worried about what?

What's already in the past?

What God might think?

Well, I'm pretty sure God's made up his mind about me.

Don't worry about the God who has already condemned you.

Worry about the man in your kitchen...

who has yet to make up his mind.

I need you dependable, Vic.

I'm dependable.

We'll see.

Your dad, he didn't like mushrooms either.

One time--

I guess your father was around your age--

I took him mushroom hunting.

I used to like that.

It cleared my head.

Anyway, I gave him this bell,

you know, like the kind you might put around a goat's neck, and I says to him,

and I says to him,

"Look, if you get lost, you ring the bell. I'll come find you."

So anyway, I set off into the woods,

and, man, it must have been my lucky day,

'cause I'm finding mushroom after mushroom.

I'm filling my bag,

and all of a sudden, I realize I don't see your father anywhere.

So I started calling out his name...

nothing.

So now I start retracing my steps.

Nothing.

Now,

I'm starting to imagine having to tell your grandmother

I lost our kid in the woods.

Anyway...

I get back to where we started, and there he is.

Just sitting there, playing with some lizard he found.

And I was so relieved, I forgot how furious I was,

but I said to him,

"Why didn't you ring the bell?"

You know what he said?

"I wasn't lost."

Anyway...

he didn't like mushrooms either.

"It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that moment,

for it would have beat loud and fast from terror.

But being only tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid."

What do you need?

Right away.

Cheers.

Motherfucker!

- Kopyshche. - Da.

Dobre.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm looking for my son.

And who the fuck is your son?

So you're the old man.

"The Baker."

There is ten grand bounty on your head.

And you're the guy that's gonna collect it, right?

I will not kill you for money.

Where's my son?

Your son is dead.

You've seen the body?

I helped to bury him.

Who killed him?

Your son killed himself.

We're done here.

It's over.

What?

Chances he's alive are...

I don't know.

It's over.

Hey. Hey.

Hey!

Hey. Calm down.

Calm down.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. Look at me.

You see this?

You see this long hand?

See how slow and steady it moves?

Watch it. Watch it.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Look at the long hand.

Look at it.

Look at it.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Good girl.

We gotta leave in the morning.

Bright and early.

Yeah, no. Do you recall anything?

- I didn't see any-- - Yeah.

Just shots, like pop, pop.

- You see that? - Yep.

That's Sirko. 1:14 a.m.

Four minutes later...

I ran this frame by frame a few times.

No clear face shot.

He knew where the cameras were.

-Let me know if you find anything else. -Yeah.

Your grandmother's name was Delfi.

Did you know that?

You also have her...

tight way of smiling.

Let's go home.

Okay?

Hey.

You pack up.

I'm gonna go around the corner,

get some stuff for the road.

Maybe some real coffee.

You want some?

Hey.

I think I just found your baker.

Have you seen this guy?

- Anything? - No. Clear.

Got something.

- Fuck. - Go.

Fuck!

Open the door!

Open the door! Hey!

Open the door! Hey!

Hey. Come on.

Hey, brat.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Can you-- The line and the hook, please.

You know, there's a...

a giant oak tree behind the bakery.

Make a beautiful tree house.

What? What is it?

Body temp 103. BP 80 over 60 and dropping steady.

Right, let's get that wound cleaned up.

Nurse Jibbs, get her out of here.

Come with me. Come on.

It's okay.

It will be okay.

VIN number's been chiseled off.

Plates?

Yeah, registered to a Donald Gilroy.

So what do we have on this Gilroy?

Uh. That's just it. Donald Gilroy died 26 years ago.

All units, we got a 911 call.

Older white male, matches the description of the double homicide,

at Palm County General, sixth floor.

Dr. Corsey to Proctology, please. Dr. Corsey to Proctology.

Hey, brat.

Ow! Ow. Ow.

Take it easy, take it easy.

You're not hurt?

Ah.

Good girl.

Mmm.

You must be pretty hungry, huh?

What'd they do with my pants?

Okay.

Take some money from the pocket and go get us both a chocolate bar.

And no peanuts.

Dr. Singh, call 307. Dr. Singh, call 307.

I know you.

You're with him, right?

The Baker?

I need to see him.

It's important.

Can you help me?

Good girl.

Looking for an old guy with a little girl.

Dr. Carter to Admitting, please. Dr. Carter to Admitting.

Good girl.

Fuck!

Paging Dr. Bechter--

Freeze.

Attention. Code gray, sixth floor.

Stop.

Old man, stab wound?

- Yeah, 607. - 607.

Attention. Code gray, sixth floor.

Code gray, sixth floor.

- Down this way. - Got it.

Fuck.

Do you know how to send a message back?

You sure you know how to handle that thing?

You mean the Beretta M9?

Short recoil, 15 round, staggered mag,

semi-automatic, nine millimeter?

Pistol of choice for the US military from Kosovo to the Afghan mountains?

And most recently used to murder my son?

Yeah, I do.

Take me to him.

♪ Wouldn't it be nice ♪

♪ If we could wake up ♪

♪ In the morning ♪

♪ When the day is new ♪

♪ And after having spent The day together... ♪

You stay.

Hey.

You promise?

♪ Wouldn't it be nice ♪

On your knees.

Wherever you go...

the Merchant will find you.

Merchant?

You know, for what it's worth...

your boy died thinking, not about himself...

but about his little girl.

How she liked green grapes.

And how they were gonna make a tree house together.

Do it. Please, just pull--

You can cry now.

It's okay to cry now.

Give me that.

Arms up.

Enough of that. All right.

Bring us some tea.

The butcher becomes the Baker.

Some things change, some don't.

I thought you were dead.

I was.

What your son did,

what you have done,

has cost me.

Cost me more.

Go.

I like this song.