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(uplifting orchestral music)

(upbeat mellow music)

♪ I swear to you ♪

♪ The evil ways are done ♪

♪ One last job ♪

♪ Then I'll be gone ♪

♪ I have no woman ♪

♪ It's always been easier this way ♪

♪ Armed via gun ♪

♪ And a debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ And a debt everybody has to pay ♪

(upbeat mellow music continues)

(chips clattering)

♪ And a debt everybody has to pay ♪

(uptempo dance music plays in club)

Sorry, sir.

Members only.

What's your name, big guy?

Randy.

Well, Randy, you and I can play this one of two ways.

The first sees you take this membership fee,

(females giggling)

and just step outta my way.

And the second one?

Is exchange some blows.

You're probably gonna break a few of my ribs.

Yeah.

But I'm definitely gonna break that nose.

We both know that's gonna piss off your mom,

and all those fine ladies who come and check you out

down at the gym.

So what's it gonna be, Rand?

Welcome to Club 34, sir.

Good choice, Rand.

(door clicks open)

(door slams shut)

Sweetheart.

(footsteps approaching)

Whatever you're thinking about doing next, don't.

Sorry for crashing your game, ma'am.

You can call me Trina.

But who the fuck are you?!

Name's Mal Cooper.

I knew I knew that face!

You're the cop who lost his job

for kicking the shit out the Senator's son!

Yeah, well, the Senator's son was a rapist.

So what's a fucking ex-cop doing breakin' up my card game?

He's a fucking bounty hunter now.

Ain't that right?

That's right.

I am here on behalf of Bad Boys Bail Bond Agency.

(muffles back laughter) Bad Boy Bail Bond.

♪ Bad boy, bad... ♪ Shut up, Frank.

He's here for me.

You skipped on your bail, Shane.

Left my boss outta pocket.

How much is Rogan paying you to bring me in?

Whatever it is, I can double it.

Just let me finish this game.

So what do you say, Mr. Cooper?

You gonna ruin my game for the sake of one hand?

Show the lady your cards.

(cards thud)

Well, shit!

(cards thud)

Looks like you're broke, asshole!

(gunshot blasts) Stand down!

Stand down! (body thuds)

(yells painfully) You shot me

in the fucking leg, you asshole!

(boot thuds) (Shane yells out painfully)

You should be thankful.

If it was up to me,

I'd a shot you in the face,

but Rogan wants you alive.

(Shane pants)

(bones cracking) (Shane yells out painfully)

You know, if you ever get tired

of this bounty hunting bullshit,

you should give me a call.

Thanks.

But I like the bullshit.

(Shane moans painfully)

(upbeat mellow music)

♪ I've been driving ♪

♪ The same road for far too long ♪

♪ I've seen plenty of things ♪

♪ No end for the end of my soul ♪

(upbeat mellow music continues)

I know, look, (door clicks open)

just give me your name and phone number,

and I'll have Rogan call you

when he gets back to the office.

He in? (keyboard clacks)

Yeah, hold on for me one second.

Yeah, he's in the back.

Help yourself to some coffee.

It's fresh. No.

Sorry about that.

You wanna go ahead with that phone number again?

Uh-huh, yeah, okay. Uh-huh.

6-2-9- Okay, okay, okay, yeah!

Stop talking!

I know, I know!

I know I told you to use the card,

but I didn't tell you to run the motherfuckin' thing up.

No one fuckin' needs that!

Stop talkin'!

Go to the basement!

Lock yourself in!

You're in fuckin' time out, babe.

Fuckin' time out! (phone receiver clatters)

Goddammit!

(phone receiver slams)

Hey.

You want me to come back?

No, I don't.

I want you to stay right here.

How ya doin'?

Come on in.

Come on in, sit down.

Want some coffee?

It's fresh.

Cozy's coffee tastes like dog shit.

Tell me about it. (phone rings in distance)

One Shane Dax Taylor, signed, sealed, delivered.

(Rogan softly sighs) (chair creaks)

Wow! (envelope thuds)

Oh, my god.

Man, have I ever told you,

you, right there,

you're the fuckin' best, Coop?

Have I ever told you that?

Last time you couldn't pay me.

(Rogan mutters)

(both laugh)

You're fuckin' with me!

Oh, somebitch!

All right, give me a minute.

(safe handles clattering) Yeah.

You got any big plans this weekend?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna get some booze,

go to Quinn and I's old apartment,

watch some revenge-o-matic flicks while she's outta town.

How is Quinn?

Happily remarried and honeymooning in Bali.

Bali?!

Oh, man!

Bali, would I fuckin' love to go Bali.

I mean, they got these little, beautiful bungalows there

with their little glass floor.

You stare at the fish all day long, dude.

I swear to God.

Well, if you don't wanna watch shit fuckin' movies,

'cause I know your taste,

and wallow in self-hate,

have I got a gig for you.

It'll triple what I just gave ya.

I'm listening.

(uptempo jazzy music)

Motherfucker's called Jake Gordon.

Qualified accountant and wannabe gangster, grifter asshole.

25 large if you find him, bring him in safe and sound.

No gunshot wounds this time.

You heard about Shane?

I heard about Shane.

He shot first.

Oh, all I fuckin' care about

is you brought him in breathing.

Another fuckin' hole in his ass,

we'll help him out with that.

You know what I mean?

You want the gig or not?

What's the catch?

No catch.

There's always a catch.

No catch.

A little catch.

I mean, alright, listen.

He's the star witness for Alonzo Beaumont, all right?

So you might have some outside resistance.

"Might?"

Yeah, and you gotta deliver him by Monday morning

at the latest.

Anybody ever tell you you're a real fuckin' asshole?

I've been told of this.

I want expenses.

Expenses?!

25 fuckin' thousand dollars,

and you want expenses!

And I'm the asshole?!

Fine.

Find somebody else.

Okay, okay.

Okay, Coop, just talk to Cozy on your way out, okay?

Talk to him on your way out.

Handled!

Asshole.

Fuckin' asshole!

(funky mellow music)

(funky mellow music continues)

(door clatters open)

You got 10 minutes, Beaumont.

(funky mellow music continues)

(door slams shut)

(funky mellow music continues)

We need to talk.

So talk.

What else would you be doing?

It's Gordon.

What about that thievin' little shit?

Well, it seems that he's reneged on his promise.

He's fled from the safe house and has gone dark.

We're already on it, Beaumont.

There has to be somethin' else.

That's not the only reason you came down here.

I came here to tell you

that we're not the only ones looking for him.

(hands thud) (Beaumont softly groans)

(uptempo funky music) ♪ All my ♪

♪ All my ♪ (engine rumbles)

♪ All my fellow Americans, get up ♪

♪ Get tough ♪

♪ All my ♪

♪ All my ♪

♪ All my fellow Americans, get up ♪

♪ Get tough ♪ (car door slams shut)

(uptempo funky music continues)

♪ All my fellow Americans ♪

(uptempo funky music continues)

♪ All my ♪

♪ All my ♪

♪ All my fellow Americans ♪

(luggage clacks)

♪ Don't you let them hide ♪

♪ Don't distort what's right ♪

♪ Don't abide the lies ♪

♪ Don't let their fear decide ♪

Hi. Good morning, sir.

I have a reservation for Baxter, Kyle Baxter.

All right, just a moment. (keyboard clacks)

Great, I see you right here, Mr. Baxter.

Great. Let's get you all settled

and checked in.

There you go.

Enjoy your stay. Appreciate it.

(uptempo funky music)

(uptempo funky music continues)

(indistinct chattering)

(uptempo funky music fades) (phone rings)

What's up, Russ?

(indistinct chattering continues)

Get your ass over here before Milazzo sees you.

He's still pissed?

What do you think?

Of course he's still pissed, Cooper.

You forced the Chief to fire you.

All you had to do was make a public apology,

and you'd be sittin' over there right now,

instead of snoopin' around,

or whatever it is you're doin'.

Yeah, well, couldn't do it.

The kid was a piece of shit,

and his old man isn't any better.

Hey, hey, we would've all done the same thing,

Chief included.

Yeah, speak for yourself, Hatch.

Always do.

(whispers) Asshole.

You get it?

Oh, yeah, check it out!

Everything we have on Jake Gordon.

Right there.

I owe you.

Oh, dinner then in a real restaurant this time.

Not some shitty burger

joint like before. That better not be

Mal fuckin' Cooper?

(whispers) Shit!

You know me, Chief,

just can't stay away from this place.

I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Hatch,

you are not this asshole's personal oracle.

What can I say, Chief?

He asked nicely.

(Cooper sighs loudly)

Last time, Chief.

Not so fast, Cooper.

In my office now.

(whispers) Great.

Sit down.

I'll just stand. Just sit down.

It's my house, my rules.

You sit now.

(chair creaks)

It's like I still work here.

Well, actually- Wait.

Before you're about to do whatever it is

you're about to do here,

Hatch had no idea I was comin' in.

I don't wanna

talk about Hatch. (lighter flicks)

I wanna talk about you.

I was never really that interesting.

You always did have a smart mouth, though.

No forgettin' that. (lighter flicks)

Let's not bullshit each other here, Joe, okay?

We know how my attitude

had nothing to do with me gettin' fired.

Regardless, let's agree that's all in the past.

Is it?

Asked around.

What would you say if I could help you get your job back?

Who says I want my badge back?

Oh, come on!

You wanna be chasin' around after bottom feeders

to pay the rent?

Just say the word, and I'll run the paperwork.

I'd still have to apologize to Wainwright?

Well, to his son.

It was his nose.

Nah.

I'll stick with the bottom feeders.

But thanks.

You wanna risk dyin' for a piece of shit like Jake Gordon?

You know about Gordon?

Come on, Cooper, I'm the chief.

Everybody tells me everything.

And they tell you everything?

Did they tell you that

these bottom feeders I chase after

have more integrity than Wainwright

and his lowlife, rapist son?

(Chief grunts inquisitively)

No, they don't tell you that,

'cause everybody kisses your ass here.

Keep doin' that job, Chief.

See ya, Coop. Mm-hmm.

Don't hurry back now.

Watch out for yourself, Coop.

I always do.

Son of a bitch never changes.

No, he does not.

(indistinct chattering in the distance)

(prisoners chattering indistinctly in the background)

(footsteps pattering)

(prisoners continue chattering indistinctly)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

I thought visitin' hours was over?

(blow lands) (both grunting)

(bodies thudding) (prisoners clamoring)

(blow lands) (thug groans)

(air whooshing)

(skin squelching)

(prisoners clamoring)

(prisoner grunts) (body thuds)

You tell your boss, he ever come from me again, ever.

You understand?

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(prisoners chatter indistinctly in the background)

(soulful rock music) ♪ Born on a good thang ♪

♪ The only way home ♪

(Jake clears throat)

(soulful rock music continues playing indistinctly)

A pretty woman like you shouldn't be drinkin' alone.

Get you another one.

Sorry, my mom said never to talk to strangers,

especially if they're giving out candy.

Well, your mom was right.

I'm Kyle Baxter.

So we're no longer strangers.

You don't even look like a Kyle.

I totally look like a Kyle.

You don't think I could pull it off?

No, you look like an asshole.

Oh, come on!

Look, I know it's been a minute.

A minute?

It's been longer than a minute.

I thought you weren't gonna call?

Baby, of course I would call you.

Kat, I missed you.

You know that.

Did you do the thing I asked?

You got it?

(Kat clears throat)

Passports, driver's licenses, credit cards,

car keys, and cash.

Okay.

It's all there.

It's all here?

Then what are we doing down here?

Let's go upstairs and party a little bit, huh?

Hit the mini bar.

Courtesy of Mr. Baxter.

Come on.

Huh?

I thought you'd never ask, Mr. Baxter.

Right this way.

♪ Oohh ♪ (door clicks open)

(soulful rock music continues playing)

(Kat grunts)

Where you been, huh?

Busy, you know. Yeah?

(gently smooching) (Jake moans)

Busy? Busy.

(body thuds)

You're about to be busy.

(gently smooching)

(soulful rock music continues playing)

(knocking on door) (gently smooching)

Shit!

Not now!

Yeah, just leave it outside, please.

Oh, but we ordered oysters.

Come on, we gotta go get 'em.

(knocking on door)

Just a minute!

(Jake sniffs) (belt jangles)

(knocking at door)

Every time.

These better be the best fuckin' oysters in the world.

(door handle clicks)

(door thuds) (Kat screams)

(Jake speaks indistinctly)

Oh, my god! Oh, my god!

Oh, my god! Hey, look.

Man, whoever sent you,

I can pay you more. (Kat speaks indistinctly)

Don't kill me, please!

What about me?

Baby, just shut up, okay?

I'm trying to negotiate.

Damn!

You asshole!

All right, look.

Man, look, there's cash in the bag, okay?

Just leave me a passport, and you can take half.

It'll be like you killed me, but I never died, right?

Alright, alright, alright!

80/20. I'm not here

to kill you.

Thank god, because, you know,

my mom is old and senile,

and I'm all she's got, man.

Stop talkin'. Okay.

Or I might change my mind.

So if you're not here to kill his sorry ass,

then what the hell are you doing

kickin' in the door before I could have my fuckin' oysters?

Who gives a shit about the oysters, babe?!

Damn!

Cozy?

Give me some painkillers!

I got a fuckin' migraine!

Just thinkin' about getting home to see

what's waitin' for me on the front porch.

Is love really worth the pain?

No pain, it's not worth it, baby.

(pill bottle rattles) Ah, motherfucker!

(Cozy chuckles) Learn to fuckin' throw!

(chair shuffles) (head thuds)

(pill bottle rattles) You motherfucker!

Keep laughin', I'm gonna fire

that sorry, little ass of yours.

Get outta here! (pill bottle rattles)

No appreciation. (cell phone chimes)

(whispers) Wow!

Cozy?

Hey!

What? Come here, look at this.

Don't sit down.

Look at that. (cell phone clatters)

Coop, he found him!

That goddamn son of a bitch found fuckin' Gordon.

Now he's just gotta get him back here.

(liquid gurgles) (bottle thuds)

(Rogan belches)

So you're a bounty hunter?

You catch on quick.

How'd you find me?

Maybe not so quick.

Yeah, but did you track me down or something?

You've been following me?

Your file says that you have two girlfriends and a fiance.

What?!

You son of a bitch! Hey, no, wait!

Baby!

He's a piece of shit liar! (door slams shut)

Hey! (knocks on door)

Kat, come on! Go away!

You happy?

You screwed me.

I staked out your fiance,

and she led me right to you.

Man, (scoffs)

but I didn't skip out on bail,

so why me?

'Cause the money was really good.

You know why they want me back, don't you?

Yep, you're gonna testify

in the Alonzo Beaumont case on Monday.

Do you know if I do that, I'm a dead man, right?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Oh, that's comforting.

You stand a better chance of surviving

if you let me take you in.

Wait, you're that fucking good or something?

I'm that fucking good or something.

(door clatters open) Good?!

He's a piece of shit is what he is!

I swear he lies to me all the time!

(upbeat rock music) Jake?

I'm sorry, baby!

Jake, call me.

(door creaks open and thuds)

♪ Big lady over there ♪

♪ Big lady in her underwear ♪

♪ Wanna make you mine ♪ (door creaks open)

♪ Hell yeah ♪

♪ You look so good ♪ (Jake grunts)

♪ Damn right ♪

(upbeat rock music continues) (bag clatters)

♪ Big woman, yeah, yeah ♪ (feet thud)

♪ Big woman, yeah, yeah ♪ (Jake grunts)

♪ Hips so good, they hypnotize ♪

♪ Come with me and shake your thighs ♪

♪ Take it easy ♪

♪ Big woman ♪

♪ Come home with me ♪ (blow lands)

(Jake thuds)

(lighter flicks)

(groans) What the fuck?!

(Jake continues groaning)

It's me again.

Put those on.

Plan on running for the rest of your life?

(car engine roars) (tires squeal)

How many fucking bounty hunters did they send?

That aint no bounty hunters.

(uptempo rock music) (gun cocks)

(rapid gunshots firing)

Oh, fuck!

(gunshot blasts)

(rapid gunshots firing)

(gunshots blasting)

(rapid gunshots firing)

♪ Livin' in the freckles off your face ♪

(gunshots blasting) ♪ Realize it's all gone ♪

♪ Can you see what's comin' ♪

♪ There is a storm on its way ♪

(gun cocks)

♪ Can you see what's comin' to you ♪

♪ I can feel the rain ♪

♪ You gotta stay strong ♪

♪ Through the wrong ♪ (blow lands)

(gunman grunts) ♪ You gotta ♪

♪ Still feel the desire ♪

(Copper groans) ♪ You gotta ♪

(blows landing) ♪ Be in or be out ♪

(body thuds) ♪ 'Cause I'm burnin' ♪

♪ Love under fire ♪

(Cooper coughs) (blow lands)

Oh, watch out! (uptempo rock music continues)

(blow lands) (Jake yells indistinctly)

(first thwacks) (body thuds)

(Cooper pants) (gunman grunts)

(blows landing) (Cooper grunting)

Okay, Jesus Christ!

All right, all right! (blows continue landing)

(Cooper pants heavily)

Is he dead?

(Cooper continues panting heavily)

Well, he ain't alive.

(Cooper continues panting heavily)

(Cooper continues panting heavily)

(Cooper continues panting heavily)

Fuck!

What? (Cooper grunts)

(pants heavily) He's a cop.

Of course he's a fucking cop.

We gotta go.

Yeah, I'd rather go alone.

This isn't a democracy.

Whatever, man.

(car door clatters open) (gun rattles)

(car door thuds shut)

You fuckin' wouldn't?

All right, fine, lead the way.

That way.

Go, now.

(footsteps pattering)

This one.

You drive.

(keys rattling) (upbeat rock music)

♪ Young boy ♪

♪ My daddy, rest his soul ♪ (car engine turns over)

(engine revs) (tires squeal)

♪ 20 years ready in the big hole ♪

Where we headed?

South.

Do you care to be more specific?

No.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Good talk. ♪ Every time I drink whiskey ♪

♪ Blackout and wake up with a honey ♪

(phone rings)

Oh, shit, blinkers.

Better get that, Hatch.

It might be lover boy.

(scoffs) Branham.

(phone continues ringing)

(chair creaks) (whispers) Okay.

Detective Hatch, talk to me.

Hatch, it's Coop.

Hey.

How's the pick up goin'?

Oh, it's goin'.

That's why I'm calling.

Another favor.

It's gonna cost you more than a steak dinner this time.

You're gonna have to run a tab.

You know Milazzo's gonna have my ass

for using police resources to help you.

I wouldn't worry.

His bark is worse than his bite.

Well, you ain't the one gettin' bit.

What do you need?

I need a full Id check.

I already sent you over all the details.

How thoughtful of you.

Okay, let me check this out.

I'll get back to you.

Thanks, Jade. Yeah.

(phone receiver clatters)

(whispers) Okay.

Shit!

You need to lay off the sugar, Hatch.

No can do, Chief.

I need the energy.

You can tell yourself that,

but one day it's gonna catch up to you.

Yeah.

You all right? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, all good.

All right, well, you know, my door is always open.

Unless it's closed.

Unless it's closed.

That's right.

Have a good night, Hatch.

Night, Chief.

(indistinct chattering)

(keys rattling)

Beaumont? (hatch clatters open)

Got somethin' for me?

Make that U-turn in 30 minutes.

(hatch slams shut)

(lock clicks)

(Beaumont softly sighs)

(phone rings)

(phone buzzes on)

I thought you'd wanna know

that Gordon is on the move.

So everything is goin' according to plan?

("Hoodoo Man Blues" plays)

Pull over up ahead.

We need rest.

We?

You've been asleep for the last hour.

This isn't sleeping.

This is thinking. ♪ It seems like the hours ♪

Pull over up there.

♪ Oh, everything done changed ♪

♪ But I hold up my hand ♪

♪ I'm just tryin' to make her understand ♪

♪ Lord, you know everybody tellin' Little Junior ♪

♪ That somebody done hoodoed the hoodoo man ♪

(pages rustling) (bell dings)

("Hoodoo Man Blues" fades out)

Let me guess, you want a room?

What gave it away?

Singles or a double?

Singles, please.

120 for the night.

Mini bar is extra.

You guys have a mini bar?

Fuck no.

Cash or card? Cash.

Pay her.

What?

Put your hand into that bag

that you've been holding with a fucking death grip

and pay her.

Un-fucking-believable. (bag rustles)

(zipper unzips)

(money rustles)

120?

Yeah.

(money rustles)

Keep that.

Thank you.

(zipper zips)

Room four, sweethearts.

Have a great night.

Thanks.

(door clatters open) (water rushing)

Is this really necessary?

Yes.

Come on, man, this is bullshit, dude!

Like...

My wrist is going numb.

(door locks clatter)

Look, man, please,

you can't let me sleep like this, like, honestly.

(gun unsheathes and rattles)

You don't want me to go anywhere, joke's over.

Can you please uncuff me so I can go to sleep?

(Cooper sighs loudly)

Yo, if I don't sleep on my stomach,

I'm gonna start screaming and sweating up a storm,

and it's not gonna be good.

So can you please let me go?

Please? (Cooper softly shushing)

Just let me go, man!

If it's to- (Cooper softly shushing)

Ow.

(Jake grunts)

Son of a bitch!

(Jake sighs exasperated)

(footsteps pattering)

Hatch? (Hatch inhales sharply)

Yeah?

Working with IA or what? What?

Oh, we've been lookin' for

this asshole for three months.

Oh, shit! Yeah, shit!

Thought you said you were goin' home?

No, you know me, Chief,

I'm as comfortable here as any place else.

Let me guess.

It's got somethin' to do with Cooper?

I don't wanna ask.

He's always causin' problems.

He's one of my best men,

and I had to get rid of him.

But now, he's out there,

he's got no backup, no partner, nothin'?

I ain't happy about that either, Chief.

You know, I offered him his job back.

Really?

Yeah, I knew it wasn't gonna be easy.

He would have to apologize to that Wainright kid, but...

(grunts) Yeah, anyway, I knew I had to try anyhow.

Mm-hmm.

We all miss him around here.

Yeah, yeah, he's one of us.

He is.

Right, well, do right by him.

And off the record,

if you need any help, I'll be here for ya.

Get some rest, Hatch. (Hatch inhales sharply)

(sighs) Copy that.

All right now.

(uptempo blues music) ♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ It's been a long, long day ♪

♪ A good, old whiskey ♪

♪ Is calling my name ♪

(door clatters open)

(door slams shut)

Yo?!

Yo?!

Hope you like gluten-free donuts, man.

(truck door clatters open)

Get down! (gunshots blasting)

(uptempo blues music continues)

(gunshot blasts)

♪ It's been a long, long day ♪

♪ Been a heck of a day ♪

(gunshots firing) ♪ But I complain ♪

♪ Complain to my dudes at the pub ♪

♪ My back's killin' me ♪

♪ I got a pain in my knee ♪

♪ Before I give way ♪

♪ To complain to my dudes at the pub ♪

(uptempo blues music continues)

(gunshots firing) (music abruptly ends)

(gunshots continue firing) (body thuds)

(tool clanks) (footsteps pattering)

(gun shuffles)

(Cooper pants heavily)

I was just about to get him.

What the- (gunshots firing)

(tool clanks)

(gun clatters)

All right, I changed my mind.

I'm stickin' with you, man.

Try to escape again and I'll shoot you.

Let's go!

You don't have very many friends, do you?

Hey, could I borrow that phone?

I need to call my mom.

It's her birthday.

(Cooper pants heavily)

I'm serious, man, it's really her birthday.

No tricks. Drive.

You're a real asshole, you know that?

So I'm told.

(uptempo blues music) (car engine roars)

(phone trilling)

(cell phone buzzing)

Hatch, talk to me.

What do you got?

So it turns out that your cop is actually an ex-cop,

let go with no pension after IA

found he'd been taking backhanders from anyone

and everyone who needed a cop on their payroll.

No, I was hopin' for more.

Maybe like an obvious connection to Beaumont.

Yeah.

Sorry.

No, it's all right.

Thanks for sticking your neck out.

All right.

(phone clicks shut)

Beaumont must really wanna shut you up

if he sent an ex-cop to kill you.

Well, you think Beaumont put a hit out on us?

Us?

No, you, for sure.

That doesn't make any fuckin' sense.

It makes perfect sense.

If he kills you, you can't testify against him.

Against him.

Look, man, I don't know where you're

gettin' your intel from,

but you got it all wrong.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm not testifying against Beaumont.

I'm his star fuckin' witness.

(car rattles)

(car engine roars)

(upbeat rock music) (engine continues roaring)

(horns blare in the distance)

(cars roar)

(engine rumbles loudly)

(tires squealing)

(car engine revs) (brakes screeching)

What are you doin'?

I can't do this shit anymore, man.

If you don't fuckin' move this car,

we're both gonna fuckin' die.

Yo, I was very much alive,

until you came into the picture!

If I didn't come,

you'd be dead in the fucking parking lot!

(tires squealing) (engine revving)

We need to move the car.

You wanna see me drive?

All right, fuck it, I'll drive!

♪ Gonna make you mine ♪ (tires squealing)

♪ Hell yeah ♪

♪ You look so good ♪ (car engine whirring)

♪ Damn right ♪ (gear shift clanks)

♪ Thick woman, yeah, yeah ♪ (tires screeching)

♪ Thick woman, yeah, yeah ♪ What's the plan?

♪ Hips so good ♪

♪ They hypnotize ♪ Shoot them

before they shoot us.

♪ Come with me and shake your ♪

♪ Thighs ♪ (gunshots firing)

(gunshots continue firing) (Cooper grunts)

♪ Take it easy ♪ Good plan.

Just keep it steady. ♪ Big woman ♪

(gunshots firing)

(glass tings) (tires screeching)

(glass shattering) (metal banging)

(horn blares)

(glass shatters) (Cooper coughs)

(steam sizzling) (Cooper grunts)

(steam continues sizzling)

(Cooper grunts)

(both pant heavily)

(bag rustles)

(Cooper groans painfully)

(Jake grunts)

(Jake pants heavily)

(both panting heavily)

(Cooper pants heavily)

How's this my fault?

Who was driving?

Who was shooting?

I'm gonna need you to get your shit together,

'cause I ain't got fuckin' time for this.

Oh, and you think I have time for this?!

I'm supposed to be on a fuckin' beach

drinking a piño colada right now!

It's piña.

(Jake grunts) (blow lands)

(Cooper pants heavily)

Okay.

(laughs) The kid can hit.

(winded) Okay. Yeah.

(blow lands) (Cooper grunts)

(Jake yells out painfully)

(both pant heavily)

(blow lands)

(Cooper thuds)

(blow lands)

(blows continue landing)

(both men grunting)

(Copper pants heavily)

You done yet, huh?

You feel better?

(pants heavily) Yeah.

(laughs) Yeah? Yeah, I'm done.

You're gonna get the fuck off of me!

(Jake pants heavily)

(Cooper laughs)

(both laughing)

♪ Every single joy of mine's gone to doubt ♪

(Jake grunts winded)

(Cooper groans painfully)

♪ Seems that every single word of mine ♪

♪ Makes no sound ♪ You asshole!

(Cooper pants heavily)

♪ Used to be that I could ♪ Well...

I guess we're walking

♪ Can't be found ♪

♪ And I'm running out of time ♪

And you owe me a car.

You owe me a piña colada. ♪ Where's the time ♪

Yeah.

(Cooper pants heavily)

♪ Make amends what's left ♪

(groans) Fuck! ♪ You said all ♪

♪ I think that I know ♪

♪ With the time ♪

It's fine, 'cause even if we found your phone,

it's not like we could get an Uber out here

in the middle of nowhere.

Well, how'd you end up doin' this?

Chasing you?

No, no, I'm talking about the job.

How in the hell did you end up being a bounty hunter?

Why?

Thinking about applying?

Maybe.

(footsteps pattering)

I was a cop.

Good cop?

I'd like to think so.

But you're not a cop anymore?

No, I am not.

So what happened then?

Tell me more.

If you'd stop talking so much, I'd tell you.

It's obviously a touchy subject.

I punched Senator Wainwright's son in the face,

shattered his nose.

Jesus Christ, man!

You know you have an anger issue, right?

He deserved it.

Okay, well, what did he do?

He roofied an underage girl,

took her to his car in the parking lot,

and the proceeded to rape her.

What a piece of shit.

And you just broke his nose?

Trust me, I wanted to do a lot fucking more,

but he had his security with him,

and they had other ideas.

Yo, that gas station looks open.

All right, slow down, Flash.

Slow down.

Sorry.

(footsteps pattering)

If they have a phone in there,

you should make that call we spoke about earlier.

What call?

Your mom.

Oh, shit!

Today's her birthday.

Anyone here?

There's gotta be somebody in here, man.

They wouldn't just leave the door open like that.

And a fan of the Senator's.

Hello?

Still warm.

Oh, man, I'm starving.

(wrapper crinkles) (door clatters open)

Put the candy bar down,

and step away from the toolbox.

Hey, Gus, we ain't lookin' for any trouble.

Then your buddy better lower the candy bar.

Okay. No offense, man.

I'm just a little hungry, that's all.

There's a store right through there.

You hungry, you fuckin' buy somethin'.

Hey, Gus?

You got a phone here?

I got a phone.

But you wanna use it,

you'd better fuckin'- Buy somethin'.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, man, you got a beer in there, man?

'Cause I could really

use a beer. (Gus mumbles indistinctly)

(gun clanks) (Gus yells indistinctly)

(Gus grunts)

(whimpers) You're gonna rob a fuckin' old man

who's out here just trying to make a livin'?

No, Gus, we're not gonna rob you.

We're gonna buy somethin'.

Move outta my way.

(footsteps pattering)

Ah, shit!

I haven't had one of these since I was a kid.

My mom used to stick 'em in the freezer.

Take 'em to a whole new level.

Want one?

I'll take your word for it.

You said you had a phone, Gus?

(footsteps pattering)

(phone clanks)

It's old, but it works.

You gotta dial a nine to get an outside line.

I'm just shittin' you.

Okay.

Thanks.

(phone dial clacks)

(Rogan pants) (cell phone rings)

A stork.

Yeah, like a stork.

Come on.

Jesus Christ!

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Yeah, breathe.

(busy tone blares)

(phone dials clack)

(cell phone rings) (Rogan whispers indistinctly)

Shut the...

(cell phone buzzing)

Someone better be fuckin' dyin'!

It's me. Cooper?

Just a minute.

(phone clatters) Francine?

You gotta go.

Get the fuck out.

Get the out.

Go on, get the fuck outta here.

(inhales sharply) Yeah.

(pants) Yeah. (chair creaks)

Same time next week?

Oh, yeah, baby.

(stammers) Just, you know, Cozy.

Okay. Pinch him on the chin,

and, you know, make an appointment like we always do, okay?

Bye, bye, bye.

Get the fuck out.

Thanks.

(zipper zips) Thanks a lot.

Am I interrupting somethin'?

No.

No, absolutely not.

Where are you?

Look, I need a favor.

I need you to come and pick us up.

What?

What do you mean, "Come and pick us up"?

I don't think you fully grasp our relationship here, Coop.

I pay you, right?

I pay you to do the driving,

not the other way around.

Yeah, well, things have changed,

since every time we get in a car,

I'm gettin' shot at, all right?

And I can't really trust anybody else.

What about Hatch?

I mean, isn't she your go-guy?

You go to her?

Last time we had a call,

I was gettin' shot at by some kamikaze speed racer.

I'm not saying it's her,

and I'm not saying it isn't.

What I am saying,

is that someone with an inside connection

doesn't want this Gordon kid to testify.

You got any idea who it is?

Not yet.

But until I do,

I can't trust any of 'em.

(cart clatters) Especially-

(cart continues clattering)

You okay?

What's goin' on there?

You all right?

Are you gonna come get us or not, hmm?

Yeah, of course I'm gonna fuckin' help you out, Coop!

Anything for you.

I need to know where exactly are you?

Yeah, I got it.

(pen scratching) Yep.

(thunder rumbles)

The kid's makin' a call in there, if you don't mind.

He just bought up half the store.

Hell, he can call long distance if he wants to.

Hey, have a beer, huh?

Thanks, Gus.

You're welcome. (beer bottles clank)

Yep.

I know you don't believe it,

but I don't get a lot of company out here.

Hmm, it's a nice '68 you're workin' on over there.

Oh, yeah.

Started workin' on it about five years ago.

One of those father-son projects.

How old's your boy?

Sorry to say, he died.

(thunder rumbles)

A hit and run about a year ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Nothing for you to be sorry about.

You weren't the driver.

They ever catch the son of a bitch?

No.

And they never will.

I made damn sure of that.

Damn sure!

And I love you, Mom.

And you know I wanna be there tomorrow.

I just...

I have a big business meeting.

You wait until your dad gets home,

and I'll tell him.

Mom, Dad isn't coming home.

He isn't?

No, Mom, Dad died.

Do you remember?

I don't like the

tone of your voice, young man,

whoever you are.

It's Jake, Mom.

It's me.

Well, don't be calling this number again,

or I'll have to talk to your supervisor.

Bye, Mom. (line disconnects)

(freezer door shuffles open)

(glass clanks)

(freezer door thuds shut)

(cap whooshing)

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, she...

You know, she's just upset that I can't see her tomorrow,

so, you know.

(Jake nervously clears throat)

How long?

We first started noticing signs about 10 years ago.

My dad was taking care of her.

He couldn't cope anymore,

and so she had to move into a assisted living facility.

This place is expensive?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Took him for everything he had,

you know, savings, loans, second mortgage.

Doctors say he died of a heart attack,

but I think it was more of a broken heart, you know?

Just being forced to watch your life just drift away.

After he died, the debt went to me,

and I did the best that I could to try

and keep the payments flowing,

but I was struggling, man.

You know, those short cons, they only go so far.

You ever think about gettin' a real job?

(bottles clank)

Touche.

Workin' for Beaumont was supposed to be that.

He wanted an accountant who would break the rules, you know?

You were there when he killed those two cops?

Nah, man.

See, that's the crazy thing.

He didn't shoot 'em.

Who did?

Another fuckin' cop.

(door squeaks open)

There's no back seat.

Dog's bed.

Help yourself.

Nothing fancy.

No shit like pillows, or, you know, sheets,

but it's better than sleeping on the concrete.

Thanks, man.

You're welcome.

We'll make do.

No fighting over it either.

All right?

Oh, I'll be above the store.

If you need anything,

don't wake me.

You got it, Gus.

Goodnight, Gus.

You're on the dog bed.

(Jake speaks indistinctly) Goodnight.

Sleep tight.

Don't let the bed bugs bite.

See ya in the mornin'.

(grunts) Oh, man.

Fuck!

All right.

(Cooper grunts)

Maybe you should put on your seatbelt this time?

(Jake chuckles)

I'm telling you, man, (train horn blares)

it was another cop. (dart thuds)

You think your old partner was involved in that shit?

I worked with Jade for years,

I still can't see it.

(dart thuds)

Maybe you don't want to?

It's amazing how money can twist a person around.

No.

Can't be Jade.

Then who?

Good mornin'!

There's fresh brewed coffee, if anybody wants it.

Fresh brewed? Count me in.

Well, it's instant,

but I only poured it just now.

Beggars can't be choosers. (grunts)

Well, it looks a little like mud,

but it was just ground this mornin'. (chuckles)

Come on, boys!

(Gus chuckles)

As long as it ain't shit.

(uptempo bluegrass music)

(uptempo bluegrass music continues)

(car door slams shut)

(uptempo bluegrass music fades out)

(traffic roars in the background)

Well, this is a fuckin' shit hole!

She may be a shit hole,

but she's my shit hole, shit ass!

Hey, how you doin' there, Pops?

Take it easy, Elvis.

I mean, no insult intended there.

Some taken.

I'm here to find some of my friends.

They told me to go to Snowballs.

I'm just meetin' them here, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, you wanna talk about your friends,

you better fuckin' buy somethin' first.

(stammers) I gotta what?

You gotta fuckin' buy somethin'!

I gotta fuckin' buy something?

You want me to buy something? Yeah.

Sure, I'll buy somethin'.

What do you got?

It's a gas station.

Take a fuckin' guess! Jesus Christ!

Am I in fuckin' deliverance right now?

It's all right, Gus.

I know him.

He's with me. Yeah.

Well, he still gotta fuckin' buy somethin'.

Fine!

Why don't you pump up my car there, Gus?

What the fuck do I look like to you?

You fuckin' pump it!

(chuckles) I'm just fuckin' with ya.

(Gus laughs heartily) Yeah!

Yeah, you're a funny guy.

Funny guy.

He does that. Okay.

Where's Gordon?

He's inside.

He's inside.

Well, you know, how 'bout you go get him,

so we can get back to some fuckin' civilization?

No offense intended.

Some taken! Some taken.

Are we goin' or what?

In a minute. Okay.

I wanna know who you sold me out to?

Who you fuckin' talkin' about?

He fuckin' asked you a question!

No one's fuckin' talkin' to you!

Why is he talkin' anyway?

Are you shittin' me right now?

Are you?

Come on, man, like- And there it is again.

There what is again?

You've looked at that watch six times

since you pulled up here,

and you keep lookin' around

like you're waitin' for someone.

I am waitin' for fuckin' Gordon,

so we can get the fuck outta this rain and get outta here!

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Sure, go right ahead.

Who'd you sell me out to?

What are you fuckin' talkin' about?

When I called you,

you called someone right after,

didn't you? No.

No, I didn't.

Didn't you? No, I didn't.

No, I didn't.

Why would I do that?

I didn't do that.

You know, you're a fuckin' low-down

piece of shit! I didn't do that!

(gunshot blasts) (Rogan yells indistinctly)

Oh, shit!

(gunshots firing)

(uptempo rock music) (body splashing)

(gunshots firing)

(gunshots continue firing)

(rapid gunshots firing) (glass shattering)

Fuck!

(gunshots blasting) (body thuds)

(gunshots firing) Get the fuck back inside!

Oh! (bullet clatters)

Fuck!

(gunshots firing)

(bullet zings)

(gunshots firing)

(trashcan clatters) (water splashing)

(uptempo rock music continues)

Hey, motherfucker! (gun cocks)

(gunshot blasts) (body thuds)

Shit!

(uptempo rock music continues)

(uptempo rock music continues)

(blow lands) (body thuds)

(Jake speaks indistinctly) (gunshot blasts)

Oh, shit, shit!

We gotta go.

That's the thanks I get for savin' our asses?

Saving our asses?

I'm the one shootin' everyone.

I took out that sniper son of a bitch.

Yeah, he did!

And you both took care of business,

and we're all alive,

so thank you. No, Gus, thank you.

Do you see how easy that was?

Great, it was teamwork.

We gotta go.

All right. (bat clatters)

Hey, hey!

Not gonna get far on foot.

(keys jingling) Take my truck.

You sure?

Oh, hell yeah, I'm sure!

(bag rustling) All right.

(zipper unzipping)

This oughta call it square?

Oh, hell yeah, that oughta square it up just fine.

Hey, you know what?

I need one more favor.

Sure.

I need you to give us an hour,

and I need you to call the 12th Precinct.

You ask for Detective Jade Hatch.

You got a message,

or you just want me to sing "Happy Birthday"

in my best Marilyn Monroe?

Yes, I do.

Tell her that I'll be watching a movie tonight,

and that I'll see her at the courthouse tomorrow.

Watching a movie tonight, courthouse tomorrow.

Will do. Okay?

Yep.

Hey. I got it!

Thanks, Gus.

You're welcome. Pleasure knowin' you.

You're welcome.

Hey, Gus, you're a rockstar.

Thanks, buddy.

Nice to meet you, Catch. I'm drivin'.

Let's go. (Gus laughs)

Hurry back to see me. (keys jingling)

Son of a bitch.

(mellow blues music)

(phone rings)

(indistinct chattering) (phone continues ringing)

It's Detective Hatch's desk.

This is Branham.

Yeah, can I talk to Detective Jade Hatch?

Okay, yeah, she's not here right now.

You can leave it with me.

Branham, what are you doing?

You weren't here. Out!

This is Detective Hatch.

How may I help you?

I've got a message from Mal Cooper.

Oh, okay.

Listening.

Yeah.

Yes.

(truck engine roars)

So why a bounty hunter?

What?

I mean, you never really answered the question before.

It's, like, why did you choose a bounty hunter?

Like, after the Wainwright scandal,

you could've done anything.

I tried to do the right thing,

it didn't work out,

and now I do this.

So you went from arresting criminals

to chasing them down for money?

It doesn't matter.

Just get the job done.

Let me guess, man.

Your dad was a cop,

his dad, and his dad before him?

My mom.

My mom was a cop.

My dad was a chef.

Growin' up, I wanted to be just like him,

open a restaurant and shit.

It just so happens,

I'm the only person on this planet that could burn a salad.

It turns out, I have more in common with my mom.

I went through the academy with flying colors.

Wow.

I bet she's really proud of you.

She was.

And then I got fired,

and then she died.

I'm really sorry.

♪ Make me slam down on the phone ♪

♪ Make me slam down on the phone ♪

♪ Make me slam down on the phone ♪

♪ Make me slam down on the phone ♪

Wait, where are we going?

Quick detour.

♪ With a down line ♪

(mellow funky music)

(mellow funky music continues)

I need to talk to my client alone.

You heard the lady, fuck off!

(indistinct radio chatter)

Got any news?

Someone doesn't want your witness to testify.

They put out an open hit on him.

Yeah, when this is over,

then I'll return the favor.

Is Jake Gordon still alive?

For now.

Let's hope it stays that way.

Who's that bounty hunter keepin' Gordon alive?

(mumbles) From what I hear,

he's one of the best.

(truck doors slam shut)

(birds chirping)

(footsteps pattering)

All right, that sounds good.

All right, we'll see you then.

All right, bye-bye.

(phone receiver clatters)

Mr. Gordon?

Staci, how many times do I have to tell you?

Mr. Gordon was my father, okay?

I'm Jake.

Well, your mom is gonna be really happy

you made it for her birthday, Jake.

Yeah?

How's she doing?

She's having a pretty good day so far.

Is your friend gonna wait out here while you visit?

Friend?

Nah, he's family.

Okay, well, you know where to find her.

(flowers rustling)

Come on. (phone rings)

Try and make it out here about once a week,

sometimes, twice a week.

Her room is over there,

but she kinda likes to wander, you know?

That's her bench right there.

Everybody knows not to sit there.

Yep.

Still the same old Mom.

(people chattering indistinctly)

I hope you boys have been behaving?

Yes, Mom.

My mind may be going,

but there's nothing wrong with my hearing.

Come here and give your mom a hug.

(Evelyn laughs)

(Evelyn sighs loudly)

(hand pats)

Happy birthday, Mom.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, (giggles) thank you.

Now, who is this handsome hunk of a man?

My birthday present?

Oh, Jesus!

Come on, Mom!

The name's Mal Cooper, ma'am.

It's a real pleasure to meet you.

Mal Cooper.

Now, where do I know that name?

Oh, yes!

You were the policeman that smacked

Senator Wainwright's son, weren't you?

Yes, I was, ma'am. (Evelyn giggles)

Good! (Jake softly chuckles)

That little asshole deserved it. (laughs)

And less of the ma'am stuff, please.

You got it, Evelyn. Mmm.

Look, Mom, we can't stay long,

but you know I wasn't gonna let this day slide

without seeing you.

It's my birthday, you know?

My son will come by and see me later.

(people chattering indistinctly in the background)

(footsteps departing)

(car engine rumbles)

(dark rock music)

(doors slam shut)

(dark rock music continues)

So what now?

Now I take you in.

Take me in where?

Take me in where?

The guy you work for is dead.

(dark rock music intensifies)

Good morning.

How can I help you?

(gunshot blasts) (Staci grunts)

(employee screams) (gunshots firing)

(dark rock music continues)

No witnesses this time.

I can figure it out.

If you take me back, I'm a dead man.

You realize that, right?

And I'm all my mom has.

So are you gonna come here every week

and check up on her?

Are you gonna pay these bills?

I gotta finish the job.

Let's go.

(dark rock music continues)

Oh, shit! (gunshots firing)

(gunshots continue firing)

(gun clicks) I'm out.

Hey, Cooper?

Why don't you go ahead and send Gordon out here, huh?

No need for both of you to die.

Use that!

(uptempo rock music)

(fire extinguisher hissing)

(Lee groans loudly) (alarm beeps)

Motherfucker! (body thuds)

(blow lands)

(body thuds)

(blow lands) (Cooper grunts)

(Sofia and Cooper both groaning)

(Sofia continues groaning) (alarm blares)

(Cooper grunts)

(uptempo rock music continues)

(Cooper groans) (gunshot blasts)

(body thuds)

(Cooper pants heavily)

(uptempo rock music continues)

You all right?

Yes. (alarm blares)

(Cooper pants) (gunshot blasts)

(Cooper continues panting heavily)

We gotta go.

(Cooper continues panting heavily)

(keys jingling) Shit, sweet!

Go on, let's go!

(alarm blares) (Cooper pants)

Wait, what about my mom?

Is she gonna be safe?

Yeah, the cops will be here any sec.

I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse.

This must be them.

Is it? Yeah.

(car doors clatter open)

(Cooper groans) (doors slam shut)

(car engine revs) (tires squeal)

(sirens blaring in the distance)

(sirens continue blaring)

(upbeat rock music)

(car engine roars)

They're gaining on us!

(sirens blaring)

♪ Don't listen to those folks who ♪

♪ Only wanna see you fall ♪

(tires squealing)

(engines revving) (horns blaring)

(tires squealing)

(car engine roars)

(sirens blaring)

(car engine roars)

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

(upbeat rock music fades out)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Chief, we got the bodies of Sophia Moretti and Lee Harper,

along with several, several others.

Contract killers.

Christ!

Man, these guys are serious hitters.

It is a fucking massacre over here, Chief.

What the hell were they doin' in an old folks home?

Well, apparently,

they were here to see Gordon's mother.

You interviewed her yet?

Yeah!

In her head, Gordon's still eight-years-old.

Well, get to the bottom of this!

Come on, Hatch.

Find Cooper. Yeah.

(phone receiver clatters)

(phone rings in the distance)

(light tapping on desk)

(car engine rumbles)

(engine turns off)

So you got a plan to keep us alive until the morning?

I don't know if it'll keep us alive,

but it should tell us who wants us dead.

(car door clatters open)

(car doors slam shut)

So let me guess.

Safe house?

Not exactly.

My ex-wife's apartment.

It used to be ours.

Amicable divorce?

Not really.

Nice!

She's in Bali was her new husband.

Oh!

Well, at least someone's having fun.

Hopefully not too much fun.

(door clangs open)

Just shut up and don't touch anything.

Shoes.

Shoes! (door clatters shut)

Take 'em off.

You know you don't live here anymore, right?

Yeah, maybe not,

but Quinn still has rules.

And your balls.

Where's the bathroom?

Down to the left.

You want coffee?

Yeah.

Let me get a milk and three sugars.

Wasn't talking to you.

Hey, Hatch.

You got my message.

Yeah, who the fuck is Gus?

Long story.

(whispers) Oh.

Quinn knows you still crash here when she's outta town?

Absolutely not, (Hatch chuckles)

and no one's gonna tell her.

How'd you know how I was already here?

Left your shoes over by the door.

(both laughing)

It's good to see you. You, too.

(alarm blares) (suspenseful dramatic music)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

(cell door shuffles open) Stand up, Beaumont.

We're transporting you to the courthouse.

It's your big day today.

Let's go.

(handcuffs rattling)

I know the drill. (handcuffs clicking)

(mellow funky music)

(mellow funky music continues)

Watch your mouth.

(door clatters open)

(mellow funky music continues)

(mellow funky music continues)

Good luck in court.

(head thuds) What the fuck?!

That son of a bitch broke my fuckin' nose!

Throw that fucker inside!

(transport doors slam shut)

Okay, so you are absolutely sure it was a cop?

Yes, I'm sure it was a cop.

He was mad at the other two cops, right?

Because they were skimming money off the top.

And then Beaumont got mad,

so he needed some proof of loyalty,

otherwise, the deals were off.

So that's when one of your guys

pulled out his gun, and I saw his badge, all right?

He pulled the trigger twice,

shot 'em both down,

and then he stood over their bodies,

and unloaded the clips in 'em.

It was brutal!

Jesus Christ, man!

Did you recognize him?

No, I didn't recognize him!

In my line of work,

I'm not trying to know cops, okay?

But if you put him in a lineup,

I'll be able to point him out.

All right.

Why don't you two go get some sleep?

I'm gonna take first watch.

Okay, but you wake me in a couple hours.

I'm takin' over.

Where do you want me to sleep?

On the couch.

It's like a slumber party with guns.

(Hatch chuckles)

You think I can get a gun?

Please go to sleep.

Yeah, all right.

(footsteps departing)

All right.

(train horn blares in the distance)

(dishes clank)

Oh! (Cooper moans)

(coffee sloshing) You were supposed to

wake me up to take a shift.

(Cooper moans)

(Cooper groans)

You looked really comfortable,

so I wanted to let you sleep.

That's nice of you.

I'm glad you're here.

(Cooper softly groans)

Give me a minute. Yeah.

(Cooper softly groans)

(door gently thuds in the distance)

(dishes clanking) (knocking at door)

Oh, I'll get it.

Hold up.

No one knows we're here.

Don't answer that.

Oh, it's probably just the Chief.

I left him a message telling him what was goin' on.

(suspenseful dramatic music)

Oh. (door clatters open)

Branham, where's the Chief?

(gunshots firing)

(body thuds)

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

No! (gunshots firing)

(body thuds) (Cooper pants)

(Cooper continues panting)

No, come on. Coop?

You're okay.

You're okay!

(Cooper pants heavily)

Hey, no, no, no, no!

(suspenseful dramatic music continues)

Coop?

Hey.

Hey, come on, we gotta go.

We gotta go.

Come on. (Cooper whimpers)

(Jake speaks faintly)

Is that your cop?

No.

I've never seen him.

You know him?

The name's Branham.

How'd he know we were gonna be here?

I got a few ideas.

Get you bag.

You think he's alone?

Doubtful.

Go!

Go! (whispers) All right.

(bag rustling)

(suspenseful dramatic music)

(door clatters open)

Get behind me.

(low suspenseful music)

(door clatters shut) (Jake speaks indistinctly)

How many guys you think it is?

(Cooper shushing)

(low suspenseful music continues)

(gunshots firing) (Cooper grunts)

(gunshots continue firing) Oh, shit!

(gunshot blasts) Ow!

(intense suspenseful music)

(foot thuds) Fuck!

(body thuds) (gunshot firing)

(low suspenseful music)

(gunshots firing) (body thuds)

(Cooper pants heavily)

(low suspenseful music continues)

(door clatters shut)

(dark suspenseful music)

(dark suspenseful music continues)

Let's get to the car.

I have a friend- (gunshot blasting)

Cooper?!

(body thuds) (Cooper pants)

(footsteps pattering)

You're the cop.

Yeah, and you're the star witness I heard so much about.

You're never gonna get away with this, man.

I already did. (gunshot blasting)

(Jake yells out painfully)

As soon as Hatch called me and gave me your location,

I ordered a backup.

They should be here in a minute.

We don't have much time.

(Jake grunts painfully)

Hatch called you?

Yeah, she thought I could help.

She never suspected that I was tapping all her phones.

And then when I started offering to help,

she reported everything to me.

(Jake grunts painfully)

It's because she fuckin' trusted you.

What happened?

One mistake a long time ago.

It was just gonna be a one-time deal.

Look the other way.

Then there was a second payment to misplace some evidence.

And before you knew it,

the money was rolling in.

I was moving up.

The more I got, the more I wanted.

I fucking had it!

I had it fucking all!

You don't have shit!

You're just a fucking pawn

ready to be thrown away when they're done with you.

(grumbles) Maybe.

But that all changes today.

With you out of the way,

Beaumont's going down for the double murder

of those two good cops.

(gunshot firing) (bullet casing clanks)

(gunshots continue firing) (fence rattles)

(body thuds)

(gun clatters) (Cooper grunts painfully)

Coop.

(Cooper pants heavily)

Coop?

Cooper, stay with me. (Cooper grunts painfully)

You got shot.

I got shot?

Look at you.

Did you hear everything he said?

Yes, I did, all of it, every word.

I'm gonna get you to a hospital.

No, Jake...

(mutters) You gotta go.

Hey, thanks, man.

Don't die.

(Cooper grunts painfully) (siren wails in the distance)

(Jake groans painfully) (gentle somber music)

♪ I tried, I tried, I tried it many ways ♪

♪ I guess it's time I pray for better days ♪

♪ I tried, I tried, I tried ♪

(gentle somber song fades out)

(sports anchor chatters indistinctly on TV)

(footsteps approaching) (machine beeps)

(door clatters shut)

Mr. Beaumont?

Just make it quick.

(envelope crinkles)

Look, relax.

No one's gonna touch you.

You're under my protection now.

What's this?

That's the agreed fee with Alexander Rogan

to bring in Jake Gordon.

(Cooper scoffs)

If you hadn't noticed,

I failed to deliver.

True.

But considering the facts,

that your statement got my entire case dismissed,

I think you deserve it.

(envelope crinkling)

It's, like, more than three times

the amount that Rogan and I agreed on.

That's the deal I made with Alex Rogan.

Son of a bitch!

(Cooper scoffs)

(envelope rustles)

With all due respect,

I can't take it.

You kiddin' me?

Okay, I got you.

I could put you on.

I like your style.

You can come work for me.

Move on from this bounty huntin' bullshit.

I appreciate it,

but I like this bullshit.

All right. (chuckles wryly) (envelope thuds)

(door clatters open)

♪ I swear to you ♪

♪ The old ways are done ♪

♪ One last job ♪

♪ Then I'll be gone ♪

♪ I don't have a woman ♪

♪ It's always been easier this way ♪

♪ On via gun ♪

♪ And the debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ And the debt everybody has to pay ♪

(upbeat mellow music continues)

(Cooper softly laughs)

(upbeat mellow music continues)

Touche.

♪ I'm living till I ♪

♪ Get what I came for ♪

♪ Soon, all of this will be done before you know it ♪

♪ Some men tell the stories ♪

♪ And some stories should never been told ♪

♪ I guess they have heard about ♪

♪ The debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ I've been driving ♪

♪ The same road for far too long ♪

♪ I've seen many things ♪

♪ That are waiting for the end of my soul ♪

♪ Only if I could choose ♪

♪ A different path, but I wouldn't ♪

♪ And no one can run away ♪

♪ Of the debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ Of the debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ I'm goin' till I ♪

♪ Get what I came for ♪

♪ Soon, all of this will be done before you know it ♪

♪ Some men tell the stories ♪

♪ And some stories you've never been told ♪

♪ But I guess that you have heard about ♪

♪ The debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ Oh, the debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ Oh, the debt everybody has to pay ♪

♪ The debt everybody has to pay ♪

(upbeat blues music)

(upbeat blues music continues)