02x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

Last season on "Average Joe"...

Last season on "Average Joe"...

Your dad stole $10 million
from the Russian mob.

And a Lamborghini.

Daddy, you remember Dimitri.

Where's the money, Joe?

[screams]

Dad just k*lled my boyfriend!

-In self-defense.
-And you believe that?

Bring me who k*lled my boy.

There's $10 million out there.

We're looking for it.

The money's in the house.

Both:
The money's in the house.

[tense music]

We're short 9 million, Joe.

You're gonna find
the rest of the money.

-Where's your mother?
-They took her.

Trade me for my wife right now.

[chuckles]

-Come here, baby.
-Jenn is pregnant, Joe.

-You stay on mission.
-You find the money.

Let's get your father
and finish this sh*t.

[yelling]

I found Teddy's hideout.

-Jesus Christ.
-How much heroin did you find?

He must have taken
the 10 million he stole

and turned it into heroin

and then turned that heroin
into even more money

and just kept doing that sh*t
over and over again.

[g*nshots]

Are you okay?

Jenn and I are
going away for a while.

She needs this. I need this.

Goodbye, Joe.

[knocking on door]

Ange!

Oh, dear God, no.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What the f*ck is this, Lee?

What the f*ck happened to Cathy?

She was shot, Joe.

We must have missed
one of the Russians

who was waiting for us
back at the house.

I got that m*therf*cker.

But he got Cat.

We gotta get us to a hospital.

I'ma call an ambulance.

No, no, no, no, no,
we can't go to the hospital.

What the f*ck are
you talking about?

She's f*cking dying.

The police investigate
every sh**ting.

You know that, Joe.

Well, we gotta call Touch.

-I tried.
-He's not answering.

We gotta do this here.

Do what here?

Who's this Indian n*gga?

-He's from Pakistan.
-I'm from Delaware.

Who's the Pakistanian
Delaware n*gga?

-He's Vikram.
-He's our neighbor.

He's a vet.

Thank you for your service.

What?

He's a veterinarian,
Joe, not a f*cking veteran.

I'm confused.

And he's gonna
save Cathy's life.

No, no, Leon,
she needs a hospital.

There's nothing
I can do for her here.

Yes, you can.

Please.

You are gonna save Cathy's life.

All right, Leon, please.

Come on.

♪ ♪

Save her life, and it's yours.

All right.

But this is really gonna hurt.

[screaming]

[Albert King's
"Born Under a Bad Sign"]

[upbeat blues music]

♪ ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Been down since
I began to crawl ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck ♪

♪ You know I wouldn't
have no luck at all ♪

♪ ♪

There you go.

♪ Hard luck and trouble
been my only friend ♪

♪ I've been on my own ♪

♪ Ever since I was ten ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

There you go, baby.

♪ ♪

♪ Been down since
I began to crawl ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck ♪

♪ You know I wouldn't
have no luck at all ♪

It's okay.

♪ I can't read ♪

♪ I didn't know how to write

[pounding, moaning]

♪ My whole life
has been one big fight ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I been down
since I began to crawl ♪

♪ ♪

Here, drink this.

♪ I say, I wouldn't
have no luck at all ♪

You can't f*cking catch me.

[laughs hysterically]

♪ ♪

♪ You know if it wasn't
for bad luck ♪

♪ I wouldn't have
no kind of luck ♪

♪ If it wasn't
for real bad luck ♪

♪ I wouldn't have
no luck at all ♪

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

Ange?

Ange?

What? No, no, not again.

[distant arguing]

[knocking on door]

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

-Great to see you again.
-Yeah.

It's been a while.

You look...

good, buddy.

-What's up?
-[clears throat]

What's up, Joe?

What the f*ck happened to you?

-That was...
-He fell.

He fell changing the batteries
on the smoke detector.

-He tore his Achilles.
-Dumbass.

It was beeping.

And f*ck you.

Cathy, how you feeling?

Better. Thanks.

Joe, why are you staying
in this motel

and not at your house?

I cannot stay at that house
if I don't have

Ange and Jenn with me.

I just can't.

So what's up with them?

[sirens wailing distantly]

Let's sit down.

Yeah?

These were sent to Angela.
We don't know from who.

My baby.

She's gonna be fine, Joe.

So is Ange.

I got them both
in protective custody.

My buddy from the FBI is gonna
be with them the whole time.

Tell him about the photos.

Yeah, so there's
writing on these photos,

and it is definitely Russian.

m*therf*cker.

This m*therf*cker
is still after us?

f*ck.

Tried to pull prints
off these photos,

but they were clean.

The writing on that one photo,
the Russian writing,

it means "Philsky Photography."

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Who is Eddie Philsky?

So we took that name,
Philsky Photography,

we ran it through our databases.

We got one hit.

It's an old photo studio
that's been out of business

for, like, five years
in Cape Town, South Africa.

-Africa?
-Yeah.

What the f*ck is
Russians doing in Africa?

Diamonds, maybe.

Or maybe Nicolai has another
brother or another son

or, I don't know,
a pissed off daughter.

What about these phone numbers?

Dead ends.

First one belongs
to an 87-year-old woman

in Shreveport, Louisiana.

We ran her name.
Nothing came back.

No hits, totally clean.

Second one goes
to an out-of-order payphone

at a truck stop
in Birmingham, Alabama.

So we got a South African
photo studio

and two numbers
that don't mean sh*t?

Why the f*ck they send this
sh*t to Ange for anyway?

I don't know, buddy.

Maybe the Russians are
just trying to spook you.

Mission m*therf*cking
accomplished.

sh*t.

But why be so cryptic about it?

What do you mean?

I mean, if it is the Russians,

and they want their 10 million
and the Lambo back,

why not just show up
to your house and be like,

where's my money, m*therf*cker?

I mean, may... maybe
they did, and I was here.

But still, why go
through all this bullshit?

I mean, they could
have grabbed Jenn

while they was taking
these photos and said,

meet us wherever the f*ck
and bring the loot.

I mean, I don't know, Cathy.

I don't... unless there's
a map to wherever the f*ck

on the back of one
of these other photos

that we missed, huh?
You wanna look?

No, no, no.

Look.
No map to wherever the f*ck...

I was just trying
to f*cking help, Joe.

I know.

I'm just... I'm just
tired of this sh*t, man.

I'm just tired of it.

I'm sorry.

It's cool.

Maybe it's a fold-in.

Like, uh, like in "Mad" magazine

back when we were younger.

You folded two
corners together, and...

it's not a fold-in.

So what the f*ck do we do now?

Well, I think we wait for
the FBI to coordinate with...

-Hold up.
-What did you just say?

-I don't know.
-What did I say? I don't know.

You said that there was
no map on any of these photos.

But what if there is?

What if these phone numbers
ain't really phone numbers?

On one of my m*rder shows,
there was this serial k*ller

who kept sending the police
these random phone numbers.

But what they found out was,

they weren't phone numbers
at all.

They were GPS coordinates
to where

they would find his next victim.

He was sending them
a f*cking map.

Oh, sh*t.

Cape Town, South Africa.

That's my woman!

You're a bad m*therf*cker, baby.

Hmm.

Why do these Russians want me
in Cape Town so f*cking bad?

It's weird.

[intriguing music]

I gotta go.

Whoa, whoa.

To Africa?

No, bad idea, Joe, okay?

You have no idea what's gonna
be waiting for you down there.

It's not like I got a whole
bunch of m*therf*cking

choices here, Touch, okay?

What, are you gonna
get on a f*cking plane?

Look, I am in this
shitty-a*s f*cking hotel

because I have lost
my daughter and my wife.

I can't go home 'cause there's
nothing to f*cking go home to.

I have to get
my family together.

You understand that?

And the only way
Jenn and Ange is ever

gonna really f*cking feel safe
is if I finish this sh*t

once and for all.

Russians keep dangling
this sh*t over my f*cking head

all the g*dd*mn time.

I'm gonna go.

And if I gotta k*ll
all them m*therf*ckers,

I'ma k*ll all of them.

Well, you sure as sh*t
ain't gonna do it alone.

'Cause I'll be right there
with you, pal.

I'm in.

-Thanks, T.
-Damn straight.

-f*ck it.
-I guess we all going.

No, no, there's no reason
to put everybody

at risk out there, all right?

Y'all just chill
and let us go out there.

Nah, Joe.

We're family.

We do this together,
or we don't do it at all.

That's right.

Besides, I got
the coordinates right here.

So we're gonna be there,
whether you like it or not.

f*ck it.

I guess we all going to Africa.

Motherland, m*therf*ckers!

[upbeat music]

♪ Beats by Emzo ♪

♪ Yemi Alade ♪

♪ Sauti Sol ♪

♪ Whether you come here
to breakdance ♪

♪ Abi you come here
to shake hands, shake hands ♪

♪ You come here
to make plans ♪

♪ Ever we'll be
the richest motherland ♪

♪ Whether you come here
to rock waist ♪

♪ Oh, abi na to find food ♪

♪ Everything dey, oh ♪

♪ Ever we'll be
the richest motherland ♪

♪ Anywhere you go ♪

♪ London, USA ♪

♪ Nowhere be like Africa ♪

♪ Nowhere be like home ♪

♪ Anywhere you go

We're in Africa.

[chuckles]

♪ Nowhere be like home ♪

[singing in Swahili]

♪ ♪

All right, so listen up.

We have no idea what's gonna
be waiting for us out here.

-So when we get to those GPS...
-Jesus, Touch!

Eyes on the f*cking road.

I'm not driving, f*ck.

Ta-da.

Sorry.

A little jacked up, are we?

-I'm fine.
-f*cking turn around.

f*cking
"Alice in Wonderland" cars.

What?

"Through the Looking Glass."

We talked about this.

[singing in Swahili]

♪ Anywhere you go

♪ London, USA

♪ Nowhere be like Africa ♪

♪ Nowhere be like home ♪

♪ Anywhere you go

♪ New York, Chicago ♪

♪ Nowhere be like Africa ♪

♪ Nowhere be like h*-h*-home ♪

[singing in Swahili]

♪ ♪

♪ Sweet like palm wine, oh ♪

-Okay.
-This it?

Yeah, but there's nothing here.

What do you wanna do here,
buddy?

Uh...

maybe... maybe we dig.

Dig?

Yeah, we're here already.

There's gotta be something here.

See if we find something.

Yeah, sure.

f*cking... let's dig.

You feel like
something's buried?

Maybe.

I just got my sh*t done.

That's all y'all.

Vacation nails.

When we've reached the bottom,

I think we'll know
we've gone too far.

-Oh, sh*t.
-What?

We got company.

[tense music]

-Oh, sh*t.
-Okay, let's get behind the SUV.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop right there!

Let me see your hands.

Show me your f*cking hands.

Got a message.

Pull up your shirt
and turn around.

Turn the f*ck around!

Message for Joe.

Joe, stay where you are.

Walk slowly.
Let me see your belt again.

All right, he's clean.

Walk right over here,
right here.

Keep your f*cking hands
where I can see them.

You.

You're Joe.

How the f*ck you know my name?

I got a message for you.

[g*nsh*t]

[all groaning]

Down, down! Get down!

[g*nshots]

Listen, listen, just stay down.

-You see anybody?
-I didn't see sh*t.

I got an idea.

-What the f*ck?
-Touch, what the f*ck?

Touch!

Get back here.

♪ ♪

sh*t. f*ck!

Jesus, Touch.

When did you become
f*cking MacGyver?

MacGyver was a b*tch.

This is straight-up "Rockford
Files" sh*t right here.

Get this sh*t to the FBI.

-Why?
-Where the f*ck you going?

I ain't scared of these f*ck.

Are you f*cking crazy?

Get back here.

[intense electronic music]

♪ ♪

Come on, m*therf*ckers!

What the f*ck is wrong with him?

Your friend is
a f*cking nut job.

♪ ♪

Okay, we're being shot at.

Touch is on his white sh*t.
We gotta go.

Okay, okay.

We gotta get in the SUV and get
the f*ck out of here right now.

Touch, get in the f*cking SUV!

Get down.

♪ ♪

Who the f*ck was
sh**ting at us back there?

f*cking Russian assassin.

Maybe even assassins.

The m*therf*cker
with the message.

Who the f*ck was he?

I think I still have
some of him in my mouth.

Oh, f*ck.

He was probably just
some kid that the Russians

paid to draw us out, you know?

Here's some money,
say you got a message

from Joe, and then bang.

We all dead.

f*ck.

So... so what the f*ck
do we do now huh?

Well, I think we wait
for my guy at the FBI

to see what he can get me back
on that dead messenger.

Yeah, but since we got brains
and sh*t all over our faces

and we driving around
in an SUV full of b*llet holes,

maybe we get off the street.

-Yeah, you know what?
-Cathy's right.

We gotta get
the f*ck off of here.

Should I help?

I'm worried about A*DS, guys.

Not 'cause he's African.

Is that my tooth or his?

[ethereal music]

♪ ♪

I love you.

[sobbing] I love you.

♪ ♪

Father, it is your son

once again asking you
for guidance.

Deliver unto me
your guiding hand,

your gentle ways...

Your divine wisdom.

It is not easy nor cheap
nor quiet

to steal 700 kilos of my heroin.

Tell me where it is,
and I will spare your family.

I don't know where it is,
I swear to you.

They made us all wear masks.

And only the two men in charge
were allowed to speak.

Their names?

I don't know, I swear to you.

Hmm.

No, no, no, no!

No! Don't you...

don't you f*cking do it!

No!

Don't you f*cking do it!

Don't you f*cking do it.

Don't you do it.

Mom!

And I will sprinkle
unto you pure water.

And you will at last be clean.

And I will give you a new heart,

a new spirit, and a new life.

No!

No! No!

[ominous chanting]

♪ ♪

Please.

I don't know who stole
your heroin or where it is.

I swear to God, I don't know!

He swears to me?

Ha.

[screams] Daddy!

-Let her go!
-Daddy!

Let her go!

Dad, please tell them
what they wanna know!

Tell them anything!

A name, a name, a name.

I can give you a name.

Will... William...

Billy.

It's Billy, an American.

I overheard the two men
in charge.

One of them said
to call the American.

And the other one said Billy.

Billy G!

-Billy G.
-That's all he said.

Please.

Please let her go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[chanting]

♪ ♪

No! No!

No! Let her go!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

[sobbing]

I won't k*ll you.

I want you to remember
this moment

for the rest of your f*cking
miserable life.

Find this Billy G
and bring him to me.

Of course, Sipho.

[organ music]

♪ ♪

Perhaps we shouldn't have
put him on the diving board.

Yeah.

Next time.

Oh, no, no, we're fine.

Well, it happens.

I appreciate that.

No, thank you.

Okay, take care.

All right, so I told the rental
place the SUV was stolen.

When they find it
all shot to sh*t,

we don't know nothing
about it, yeah?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Hey, guys, we should get going.

Hey, hey, let me ask
you a question, all right?

You all right?

Yeah.

A little pissed off
we got shot at, but yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, about that.

What are you doing
walking out in the open

with m*therf*ckers
sh**ting at us?

I'm not scared anymore, Joe.

Those Russian assholes
need to know that.

Scared is one thing, Touch.

What you was doing was like
some suicidal sh*t.

You cool?

I'm fine.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You're not using again, are you?

No, look, Joe, I'm not
using again, all right?

I'm sorry for asking.

I'm just... I know we back
in the middle of this,

and it's my fault.

Hey, this isn't
your fault, okay?

This is the Russians' fault.
You said it yourself.

Ange and Jenn will not be safe
until we finish this sh*t.

So we're gonna finish it,

and we're gonna get
your family back.

Cool?

Yeah, cool.

Okay.

All right.

We're not your f*cking valets.

Yeah, okay.

So what'd
the rental car place say?

They just wanted
to know if we were okay.

Oh, please tell me
you got the optional

-liability insurance.
-Yes, Lee, I got it.

Because if you didn't, they can

charge for all kinds of sh*t.

Me and Cat, we rented a car
once 'cause we were driving

through Pennsylvania
Dutch country,

and we didn't get the optional
liability insurance

like I said we should have.

We got sideswiped by an Amish
guy in a horse and buggy.

Ended up costing us 600 bucks.

Those people may light
their houses with fireflies,

but they are petty as sh*t.

[sighs]

Just saying.

It's 'cause you got the
optional liability insurance.

[phone buzzing]

Oh, sh*t.

Here we go.

Okay, we got a name on our ATV
messenger, Ziri Coetzee.

Got an address too.

It's in Cape Town.

Let's get a cab.

[singing in language]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

-This it?
-[speaking Afrikaans]

I'll give you this back.

[indistinct chatter]

This is it.

[knocking on door]

Hello?

[knocking]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Psst, hey.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody home?

[distant conversations]

Hello?

[slams door]

Anyone here?

I think it's clear.

Okay.

Hey, everybody, look.

Look for anything that
we can use, all right?

Phone number or address,
cell phone, anything, okay?

All right.

[ominous humming]

♪ ♪

Nail Man.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Check it out.

I found a pay stub.

Billy G's Bar Americana.

Okay, I guess we know
where we're going next.

We're gonna need
to get a cab, though.

Or not.

Looks like ATV man had a car.

Touch, we gotta go now.

♪ ♪

Father, I call upon
your divine power

to find what was taken.

Find what was lost.

Return unto me
my bounty and, in so,

revealing once again
the presence of your greatness.

-You have found the men?
-Yes.

Billy G, an American.

I am sending men.

Go with them.

Let me know where it leads you.

As you wish, brother.

Thank you, Father.

[upbeat electronic
music playing]

♪ ♪

Whatever information
we find out in this joint,

we keep it to ourselves, okay?

I got you.

♪ ♪

Hi. What can I get for you?

Uh, tequila. Double.

-Sir?
-You guys have ginger ale?

Yes, we do.

Is it real ginger ale
or that half Coke,

half Sprite sh*t that bars
try to use to fool everybody?

It's real ginger ale.

All right, let me
get one of those.

With a little bit
of ice, please.

Not too much.

Like 2/3 of the glass
or like a third of the glass.

Unless you have it in a can.
'Cause then if the can is cold,

I don't even need no ice.

I just down that,
you know what I mean?

It's frosty inside... no cans?

You know he gonna spit
in your sh*t now, right?

Is that like a tradition?

♪ ♪

Hey.

-How you doing?
-I'm doing good, man.

I was hoping you
could help me out.

I'm actually looking for a
buddy of mine who works here.

I wanted to know if
he might be here tonight.

Oh, yeah, sure, I can help.

I'm Billy G. My place.

-No sh*t?
-Oh, it's a great place, man.

I'm Benjamin. Nice to meet you.

Where you from, Benjamin?

Pittsburgh, PA.

-Iron City Beer.
-Damn straight.

We used to carry that,
but I was the only one

who was drinking it.

I'm from a small town
outside of Macon, Georgia.

Go Dawgs.

Yeah, go Dawgs.

So you say you got
a friend who works for me?

It's a small world.

What's your friend's name?

Name's Ziri.

I was just in the neighborhood.

I wanted to see
if he might be around.

Yeah, sure,
he's working tonight.

He's out back.

Come on, I'll take you.

No kidding?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Just out here.

Okay, great.

Hey, Ziri, you got a visitor.

Ziri?

Yo!

Ziri, you better not
be smoking back here.

Ziri?

Maybe he's changing the kegs.
Let's go take a look.

♪ ♪

No f*cking way.

Take it easy now.

We can talk about this, Touch.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ It's like candy ♪

♪ I can feel it
when you walk ♪

♪ Even when you talk

♪ It takes over me ♪

♪ You're so dandy ♪

♪ I wanna know ♪

♪ Can you feel it too? ♪

♪ Just like I do ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The stuff is starting now

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What the f*ck?

That's not Teddy's number.

Please enter your six-digit
identification code,

followed by the pound sign.

What f*cking
identification code?

Identification code?

[touch tones beeping]

I'm sorry.

That is incorrect.

Please try again.

[touch tones beeping]

Please try again.
[touch tones beeping]

Please try again.
[touch tones beeping]

Please try again.
Please try again.

Joe, we need you now.

Wait a second, look.

Listen, right now.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

Well, this is
f*cking weird, right?

Yeah.

Spooky even.

Who the f*ck are you?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, good. Everybody's here.

What the f*ck is this?

My name is Billy.

Billy G,
like the sign outside says.

Now, you all must be...
well, you're Touch.

We've already met.

Joe. That makes you Leon.

And you, he only ever referred
to as the loudmouthed b*tch.

-b*tch?
-No.

n*gga, I will Texas two-step

all over your
m*therf*cking face.

It's only one b*tch
in here, and it's you.

Hold on now.

That ain't me talking.
That's Teddy talking.

Teddy?

My father, Teddy?

Yeah, Joe.

You see, about five years ago,
your father saved my life.

Bullshit.

Teddy don't save f*cking lives.
He ruin them.

Not in my case.

See, me and your father,
we ended up

on the same fishing boat.

I had a f*cking heart attack.

Your father,
total stranger to me,

did CPR on me for 57 minutes.

You have any idea how hard
that is, 57 minutes?

Anyway, we became friends,

and we'd go fishing
from time to time.

The last time I saw him,
he asked me to do him a favor.

-What favor?
-Oh, sh*t.

It was you who sent
the photos to Jenn, wasn't it?

I don't know the girl's name,
but yeah, I sent the photos.

Teddy gave me those pictures.

Said if he reached out,

something terrible had happened.

He'd be dead by the morning.

He reached out.

I sent the photos.

What about the tow truck ad
in the bathroom?

What ad?

He got an ad for Pop's
tow yard in the bathroom.

You found that already?

Good.

Do you have the code
to the number in the ad?

I called that number
a hundred times.

I can't guess the code.

But I sent the photos,
I put the ad up in the pisser,

and I sent Ziri out to make
sure you guys got here okay.

Ziri's is dead, you know?

I...

I did not.

Oh, I thought you knew.

Who k*lled him?

We're not sure.

It was a sn*per.

Probably Russian.

-Why Russian?
-Hmm.

A lot of sh*t
you don't know about Teddy.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Those pictures of Jenn...

that's my daughter...
were fairly recent.

When did Teddy
give you those photos?

About three weeks ago.

Bullshit.

My father's been dead
for almost four f*cking

months now, m*therf*cker.
Don't play.

I will f*ck you up, dude.

Joe, I don't know
what to tell you.

Three weeks ago, your father,

standing right
where you are now,

gave me those photos.

So... so what you saying?

He... he faked his death
in Pittsburgh?

You... you saying that
he faked his f*cking death?

Well, why would he do that?

I can think
of 10 million reasons why.

And a f*cking Lambo.

m*therf*cker.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[Soft Cell's "Tainted Love"
playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel
I've got to run away ♪

♪ I've got to get away ♪

Phone number is wrong.

I'm aware of that.

Please enter your six-digit
identification code

followed by the pound sign.

Hey, occupied.

Use the ladies'.

♪ Now I'll run from you ♪

♪ This tainted love you... ♪

Okay, it's a six-digit code,
so it's gotta be a date, right?

Yeah, I done put in
birthdays, when my mom died,

when Pops opened up his shop.

Just ain't nothing
happening, man.

We gotta think like Teddy
on this sh*t.

Yeah.

Think like, how did we get here?

Like, what did Teddy have us
doing in Pittsburgh?

He definitely wanted me to find
the safety deposit box key

in the office safe,
which led to the key

to the Lambo.

The license plates on the
Lambo led us to the deer head.

Which led to the million.

Which ultimately led us
to Nicolai and Hit-b*tch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second.

When was it ever
Teddy and Son Towing?

Summer my mother died,
I ended up working for him.

You worked for Teddy?

Why would you ever do that?

[sighs] This m*therf*cker
wouldn't pay for...

-He wouldn't buy my mom's...
-What?

This m*therf*cker.

Both:
What?

My mom died.

He wouldn't pay
for her tombstone.

Said it was a waste of money.

Said she was already dead,
so she wouldn't know about it.

Just disrespectful.

Jesus.

Yeah.

She deserved better than that.

So you went to work
for Teddy so you

could pay for the headstone?

And the day that
he cut that check,

which he thought was
way too f*cking much,

was the last day that I ever
worked for that m*therf*cker.

Hmm.

Complaining about my money.

This m*therf*cker.

$2,150...



No way.

Identification confirmed.

To receive a text message,
press star now.

-Insane.
-Petty m*therf*cker.

[phone chimes]

[upbeat electronic music]

We out.

[singing in language]

♪ ♪

Follow them.

♪ The money on the plane
to Cape Town ♪

♪ The money
on the train to Durban ♪

♪ Ain't no hesitate,
no wait, no ♪

♪ Hurry up,
young paper chaser ♪

[singing in language]

♪ ♪

All right.

Me and Touch are gonna go in.

Y'all chill
at the car, all right?

Why the f*ck would
we stay back here?

'Cause we don't know
what's going on

in this house, all right?

Ain't no reason for all of us
getting captured in here.

Why the f*ck did we
get out the car, then?

Look, start the car,
turn it around,

and keep it running
'cause if we gotta run,

that's g*dd*mn
what we gonna do, run.

Got you, Joe.

[mockingly] I got you, Joe.

Really?

What?

Turn the f*cking car around.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Should we knock?

You wanna knock
on the door and tell

the whole world we're here?

I don't f*cking know.

I'm just saying.

No knocking.

[glass breaks]

m*therf*cker, that was
louder than a g*dd*mn knock.

Okay, but who the f*ck
knocks on the door

in the middle of the night
and announces their arrival?

You might as well just
ring the f*cking doorbell.

I don't know, it's not like
I'm some cat burglar

that do this every weekend.

-Did you say cat burglar?
-What is this, 1978?

f*ck you.

I watched a lot of "Streets
of San Francisco" on the plane.

Do you wanna stand out
here arguing all night,

or you wanna go
in the f*cking house?

Go in the f*cking
house, then, sh*t.

I hope Teddy doesn't have a dog.

♪ ♪

This is bullshit!

What if there's money in there?

What if it's heroin in there?

Think your boys is gonna
share any of that with us?

sh*t. What?

Are you f*cking listening to me?

No. Yes.

Look, I can't focus, all right?

I think I have jet lag
or something.

I swallowed some brains,
warm ginger ale.

I probably have prion disease.

Oh, God, they could be
finding millions right now

and I'm in this car with you
and your non-focusing

jet lag walking
dead-a*s m*therf*cker!

What did you say?

-Oh, my God!
-I just...

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

-What are we looking for?
-I don't know.

Anything Teddy might
have wanted us to find.

That could be anything.

Hey, you think...

-What the f*ck?
-What?

Seriously?

That's what you grabbed?

Oh, God.

I didn't know it had
a big d*ck on it.

How could you not?

Why would you have a big d*ck
in your house like this?

Why is it so close
to your mouth?

-It's not close...
-it's not close to my mouth.

It's big, so it's
gonna be everywhere.

-Right up there by your chest.
-It's not.

That's a weird choice.

-Who has dicks in their house?
-Shh!

Ain't nothing wrong
with liking d*ck.

I understand.

To each his own, you know?

Just not me.

-You go upstairs.
-I'm gonna go this way.

Okay.

Turn it around, for God's sakes.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

f*ck this.

All's my life, I had to fight.

-What?
-God.

I was dreaming
I was in "The Color Purple,"

only it was the new one.

And you most identified
with Miss Sophia?

I guess.

I'm getting
the f*ck out of here.

No, Joe told us
to wait in the car.

Well, you stay here
in the car, then.

♪ ♪

sh*t.

f*ck.

[gasps]

[yells]

[panting]

You okay?

Yeah.

f*ck.

Jesus Christ, Cathy.

Take this.

What the f*ck are you
doing here?

I came looking
for you two fools.

Leon was getting worried.

f*cking Leon.

Who the f*ck is this guy,
and what does he want?

-I have no idea.
-Chances are he's not alone.

Behind you!

sh*t!

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

-Did you hit him?
-I'm not sure.

-It's clear.
-Let's go.

Go.

♪ ♪

Joe?

You okay, man? You hurt?

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Thanks, Lee.

What did you do?

Just call me the Nail Man.

It still sound like mailman.

Look at that.

All right.

What the f*ck is that?

I did not know it had
a big d*ck on it, all right?

How could you not?

Where's Cathy?

-Cathy's here?
-Yeah.

I have not seen her nowhere.

You look downstairs.
I'll look up here.

All right, I got you.

All right.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

What the f*ck?

f*ck you.

Teddy.

♪ ♪

-Oh, sh*t, it's Lee.
-What?

It's f*cking Lee.

It's me.

I knew it was her.
I knew it was you.

I knew it was you too.

♪ ♪

[rustling, thuds]

Don't you even try it.

Who are you?

Joe.

Joe who?

Joe Mama.

All right, Joe Mama.

Where's the girl?

What girl?

The girl.

What girl?

I don't know what f*cking
girl you talking about.

Then you can die.

Go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

sh*t. You okay?

What?

What the f*ck?

Shh. Shh.

Oh, Joe, tell me you found
another million...

Shh!

♪ ♪

-Whoa, whoa.
-Hey, hey, take it easy.

-Stay away from me.
-Stay away from me!

-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Calm down, all right? Relax.

-Get back! Get out.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Put the hammer down, lady.
Easy.

Get out.

Get out of my house!

Help! Someone help me!

Hey, nobody's here
to hurt you, all right?

Just chill. Just calm down.

-Help!
-Chill!

-Hey, hey!
-Chill.

What the f*ck? Cathy?

Uh-huh.

Get in here
and help me, sweetie.

Get back.

♪ ♪

Easy.

Nice and easy.

Whoa, whoa!

God damn it!

God, I just wanted you
to talk to her.

Well, you gotta be
more specific with me, Joe.

[sighs]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[groans]

Who are you?

I want you to get out
of my house right now!

Who are you?

You want me to punch her again?

No, Cathy, no.

Just... just... just
stay over there.

Okay.

That man said he was
looking for a girl.

Was it you?

Hey, you're gonna have to start

answering some questions here.

Why are there men here
looking for you, hmm?

What did you do?

Listen, girlie,
you better start talking or...

Or what?

Or I don't know.

We are not here to hurt you.

We're here to find out
why we all are here.

If you don't know
why you're here,

then why don't you just get out?

Maybe she's right, Joe.

We should leave.

Joe?

Joe, like Teddy's Joe?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

I'm Joe.

Teddy was my father.

I'm Imani.

Teddy is my father.

Teddy's alive.

Teddy's f*cking alive?

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪