(engine revving)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
- Sweet deal, right?
- This is great, Malcolm.
This is way better than petty theft.
- [Malcolm] Welcome to
the big leagues, boys.
Okay, the cop says she's
out for a girls night.
- [Onnie] Hey man, show
me her picture again.
It's a blonde girl, got it?
- [Malcolm] Job's a smash and grab.
You grab.
- [Onnie] If she's up, I'll smash.
- [Malcolm] Jesus Christ, Onnie,
maybe we should just stick to grabbing.
- [Onnie] Yeah, just
keep an eye out for her.
Once she's alone, we gotta pounce.
(dramatic music)
(engine revving)
- Hey.
- Yeah?
- There she is.
- Guys.
Goodnight.
(people talking indistinctly)
(keyboard clicking)
- Yeah, my guys are gonna go get her now.
All right, see you soon.
(keyboard clicking)
(engine revving)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
- [Both] Hey!
- Come here!
(Emma screams)
(engine revving)
- Please.
Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
(thug grunts)
(Emma screams)
(door thuds)
(lively music)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- So what now?
- [Caller] Let us talk about
your best friend, Sunny.
- Do not call that little c*cksucker
my best friend, all right?
I treated a f*cking guy like my old son.
Bishop to G6.
Check.
- [Caller] Turns out your
son is in with the Sergeevs.
- Yeah, I know.
I'm gonna handle that.
- [Caller] Bosses weren't
too happy last time.
King moves to E6.
- Like I said, I'll take care of it.
Okay, I got the two best guys on this.
- [Caller] Are you sure
they are the right guys?
- Yeah, absolutely.
They have a beef with him.
Unfinished business, if
you know what I mean.
Queen to E6.
Check.
Individually, these
guys are both top shelf.
Get these two b*stards to work together
and they're f*cking unstoppable.
- Yeah, Boss.
- Nico's a world class fixer.
- Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
I'm just finishing up that thing.
- [Benjamin] And an A class assassin.
- Sunday?
(dramatic music)
- Oh, no.
No.
- Yeah, that'll work, I'll see you then.
All right.
Bye.
You crossed the line.
You don't mess with kids.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- [Benjamin] Always gets the job done.
Smooth and clean.
- [Nico] Perro.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello, Nico.
- Hello, Lyla.
Please inform the client
that we are solid gold.
They can proceed with
the balance of payment.
- [Lyla] Proceeding.
And you should see that in just a moment.
- Payment received.
Thank you, my dear.
- You're welcome.
Say, I'm free tonight.
Maybe.
(gentle music)
- That is so tempting.
Unfortunately, I have a
flight I have to catch.
- Mm, you can catch a
flight tomorrow morning.
- I don't have a hotel room booked.
- I've got a king size bed
you're welcome to share.
- Lyla, that is so against protocol.
- I won't tell, if you won't tell.
I'll text you my address.
See you soon.
- [Benjamin] Now Rick,
Rick's also a great fixer
and one badass k*ller.
(thug grunts)
(g*nshots cracks)
At least he was.
Things went kind of south
between the two of them.
After Nico got himself mixed up
in a little affair with Rick's gal.
Created a whole mess of trouble.
And Rick just walked away.
(phone ringing)
Once they know the details
and perks of this job,
getting them back together
won't be a problem.
(phone ringing)
- Who's that?
(dramatic music)
Yeah, I'll be there.
Never late.
(dramatic music)
- Is that good?
- Yeah.
- You like it?
- Yes, thank you.
- You like it as much as
you liked f*cking Lyla?
- What?
- Do you actually think in
that f*cking head of yours
I wouldn't find out?
The Rick and Rachel's scenario,
did you learn nothing?
Don't sh*t where you eat.
- I'm-
- Ah, speaking of.
Rick.
- Oh, f*ck.
- As always, right on time.
Sit down.
- You look like you just got outta bed.
- You look like you just
got back from f*cking prom.
How's that, is that better?
- Much better, how about this?
- Oh yeah, f*cking night and day.
- Okay, enough.
Enough of that sh*t.
I got a situation on my hands.
And right now, you two are
the very best that I've got.
Look Rick, I understand
that there's some history
between you two here.
- Yeah, there's some history.
The f*ck did you play at?
- Hey, hey, hey!
Nico is an active member here, Rick.
Who the f*ck do you think
I'm gonna sh**t, huh?
- Holster the weapon, Benjamin.
f*ck sake.
- This is my place, Rick.
Don't push it.
Even the baristas are packing.
Look, Rick.
Yes, Nico f*cked your fiance, but-
- What the f*ck.
- That sh*t was ages ago.
Move on.
- I don't know anything about it.
- Right, that's enough.
Both of you shut the f*ck
up and pay attention.
Afterwards we can talk about
who I'm not gonna k*ll.
Got it?
Got it?
- Got it.
- Good.
- Yeah.
- 5 million a piece, minimum.
But-
- I'm in.
- Of course you're in.
- Yeah, maybe you didn't understand.
I'm retired.
- Yeah well,
I got a situation so you're unretired.
- No.
- Yes.
- No.
- Yes.
You're officially f*cking unretired.
Now pay attention.
You two have got to work together.
Pull this off,
and there will be extra fringe benefits
for everyone involved.
- 5 million is a really generous offer.
It is.
But it's nowhere near
enough to make me work
with that piece of sh*t.
- I'll take his five and my
five and I'll get the job done.
- Shut the f*ck up, Sunny Gill.
- Oh for f*ck sake, no.
- Yeah, forgot about that
beat down that he gave you.
Have you?
Come on back.
Take a seat.
- Fine, I accept your offer.
It's important you understand
that when this is done, I'm done.
I'm officially retired, you got it?
- I'm glad to have you on
board, Rick. Thank you.
Now.
Sunny Gill.
This f*cking guy immigrates as a kid,
parents push him to
get a degree, gets two.
Medicine and chemical engineering.
But does he become a
doctor or a scientist?
f*ck no, he's smarter than that.
He becomes the biggest drug manufacturer
that this city has ever seen.
(fists thuds)
- Stop.
- [Benjamin] The thing is,
we taught this ungrateful
prick everything he knows.
(Vijay panting)
- Please.
I beg you.
I have a wife and a baby on the way.
I'm begging you, please.
I have a family.
Please.
- You should have thought about it
before f*cking with me, Vijay.
- Please.
- So what do we have here?
(dramatic music)
What do you think?
- No.
No, no, no, no.
No.
(Vijay panting)
(Sunny laughs)
No, no.
- You know, he's been a
bit of a pain in my side
for a very long time now.
Once upon a time, I made him a promise
that I would get my payback.
Well, I just got some
certified legit intel
from a couple of contacts back
in the old country, you see.
Turns out Sunny's cooking something up
with those Russian Kasak pieces of sh*t,
the Sergeev brothers.
Old school, fearless,
and as hard as f*cking nails.
Supposedly Evgeny got his
scar fist fighting a bear.
And Roman, he's the strongest one.
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
(Roman speaking Russian)
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
- Sorry guys.
Closed for tonight.
- We're not here to play.
Where's the boss?
- You can talk to me.
- You are not the boss.
We heard the boss is a lady.
(dramatic music)
- Maybe he's a lady, huh?
(both laughs)
Or a lady boy, huh?
- Gentlemen, how can I help you?
- We like your business
and would like to offer you security.
- Security?
- Yes.
- Well, Mrs. Chow doesn't need
any security, but thank you.
- Sorry.
Maybe you didn't understand my English.
You need to pay security to operate.
This is our territory now.
- Do you know who I am?
- Yes, we know who you are.
- My brother and I will
take really good care
of your business and all of it's assets.
(lips smacking)
(dramatic music)
(fists thuds)
(glass shatters)
(fists thuds continues)
(bottle shatters)
- [Benjamin] They made
an example of the Triad
and made a lot of enemies along the way.
I've got eyes out for
where they're hold up.
We'll let you know when we got something.
- [Evgeny] Every time you see us, $5,000.
- You're gonna pay for this.
- Now this would be
the perfect opportunity
to settle some old
scores once and for all.
But I need some boots on the ground.
And that is where you two come in.
So I need you to start doing some digging.
The f*ck is that sh*t?
- Matcha tea.
- It's good for you.
- It's supposed to be good
for your brain and memory.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Matcha, huh?
- [Benjamin] Thanks for dropping by, Rick.
- Anytime.
- Nico,
keep that f*cking snake
in your pants, I mean it.
It's like dealing with f*cking children.
I swear to God.
- Hey, you wanna go grab a drink?
- Nope, I'm good.
- Ah, come on man.
Just one drink.
Will it f*cking k*ll you?
- What part of the word
no do you not understand?
- Can we just put the
past in the f*cking past?
- Did you just pinky push me?
- Yeah, I pinky pushed you.
- I thought you did.
- Yeah.
(hand thuds)
- A b*tch slap?
- Yeah.
Because you're being a little b*tch.
(fist thuds)
- Ow!
f*ck.
Really?
Really?
A d*ck slap, that's what you're gonna do?
- Because you're being a little d*ck.
- Let me tell you something.
- Tell me something, I'm
gonna tell you something.
- [Rick] Tell you something.
- Oh, enough of this,
all right?
All right? This is
the biggest pay day
either of us have ever been offered.
We can work together this one last time
and then never see each other again.
- One last time.
- Hey, that's a nice watch.
She looks expensive.
Is it a Rolex?
- What?
- Ah, you heard me?
- No.
- Nah, I actually didn't hear
my hearing's not so good anymore.
- You too?
- I don't hear a f*cking thing anymore.
- Dude, answer the question, old man.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What did you just call him?
- The watch.
Now, b*tch.
- Whoa.
Whoa.
What did you just call him?
- Gimme the f*cking watch.
And both your wallets.
- Oh.
- Let me ask you a question, punk.
What exactly do you plan on
doing with that blade, what?
- Oh, this blade?
- Yeah, that blade.
- Well, I'm gonna start slitting throats
if I don't get that watch.
- He's gonna start slitting.
- We don't have to do this.
- The guy's gonna-
- We don't have to do this.
- Yeah, we do.
- No, we don't.
We can end this.
- Yeah, we do.
- No, we don't have to do this way.
- Start slitting m*therf*cker.
- Now you did it.
- You think I'm kidding,
don't you?
- No.
Why would you kid?
- God!
(fists thuds)
Ow.
Ah.
Ow, f*ck!
- Get the f*ck outta here.
- Hey.
- Is this real?
Are you really walking
through the Serengeti
with a T-bone f*cking steak
on your wrist, really?
Is that what you're doing?
No, no?
- Everything on me is real.
- Yeah, except your friendship.
- Am I picking you up tomorrow?
- [Rick] You have my number.
- You still don't have a cell phone?
I'll call you on your
landline, you dinosaur.
- Gentlemen.
A year in the making.
Finally, all the pieces
are coming together.
- Pakistan and Afghanistan, both online.
Once we make the money
transfer, we're ready to ship.
- Now, when we get the
accountant fully on board.
- We're all going to make
a lot of f*cking money.
- Indeed.
I think that calls for toast.
To our new friends and to all of us
making a ton of.
- [All] f*ck you money.
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
(Arseny speaking Russian)
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
- Apologies.
My brother was just saying
five years ago
we could have k*lled one another.
And now we all love each other.
(Ishanna speaking in foreign language)
(Gunner speaking in foreign language)
- My people say the same thing.
We love you too.
(dramatic music)
(engine revving)
(engine revving continues)
- [Nico] The lock sticks.
Try it again.
- f*ck sake.
- [Nico] Sorry.
- Wow.
So this thing's still in the shop more
than it is on the road?
- But it's classic, so it's worth it.
- Oh yeah.
And a Jag really blends in
when you're trying to go unnoticed.
- It's been a while.
What have you been up to and you know,
for work, and in your life?
- Well, I finally decided
to take your lead,
start doing yoga.
Hell, even got myself a therapist.
- Holy sh*t.
I can't believe it.
I mean, I promise you
it was well worth it if-
You're just being a d*ck.
And I was just trying
to make a conversation.
- Well, don't.
Let's just keep this strictly business.
- Still an as*h*le.
- Always.
- [Nico] This guy, Quinton,
that we're going to meet,
he's a cop.
- [Rick] f*ck do you mean, he's a cop?
- [Nico] He's a dirty cop.
He sells information.
He's on the boss's payroll.
- Copy that.
- Hey, Quinton.
- Nico.
Who's this cat?
- This my associate?
- Yeah?
Your associate got a name?
- Why don't we start with your intel first
and we'll get to my name later.
- Does this f*cking guy know who I am?
- You dirty cop, right?
Right?
I mean, am I wrong?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What my associate is trying
to say is that our boss
paid for some intel and
we'd like to have it.
- Well, your associate here
better dial it back a notch.
- I'm dialing.
- Well, cool, look at that, he's zen.
- Dialing, full Zen.
- Zen, we're cool.
He's cool, you're cool.
- Okay.
A warehouse belonging to some
decent sized drug merchants
was hit.
Heavily armed crew.
All taken out.
- That's it?
- All I can tell you at the moment
is that it indicates turf w*r.
We're uncertain who the perps are.
- Oh so.
So the turf w*r?
Oh, well, I mean, if that's
all the information you got,
we thank you for the intel.
No, let's go.
- That's not it.
- Okay, that's all he has.
- That's not it.
- He said it.
- Boss's not paying for that crap.
Let me ask you something, buddy.
What exactly are you?
- What do you mean what am I?
- I mean, what kind of cop are you?
You divorced, alcoholic, you
drown in alimony payments?
Which one of those do you lean on
to explain why now you're a dirty cop
selling tiny bits of shitty intel.
Which one?
- I just think we should go.
He doesn't have anything.
- Ah, there's more there.
- Ah, no.
- I'll call the boss
right now, tell him to stop
paying this m*therf*cker.
- Now you better park that sh*t.
- Or what, what, what, what,
what, what? Tell me, tell me.
You could arrest us, is
that what you're gonna do?
- Let's-
- Don't f*cking touch me.
Ooh.
You think you're eight minutes
of annual mandatory range time
have you pull that thing
a bit quicker, am I right?
- Nico?
- So you think long and hard.
Is there anything else you're leaving out?
- Sunny.
Sunny Gill.
- What about Sunny?
- We think that he's
worked with the Russians,
the Sergeev brothers.
- Well, we know that.
- It's common knowledge.
Everybody knows Sunny's partner
with the Russians on what?
- Afghanistan
used to be a prime drug
route until it was shut down.
Now there's a ton of product
just sitting in Afghanistan and Pakistan.
Okay, so we think that Sonny's partnering
with the Sergeev brothers to move it.
Sunny's consolidating his power.
He's eliminating the competition.
The other gangs.
That's all I know, okay?
- Ah.
- Yeah.
- That's good.
- Yeah.
I think we made a lot of
progress here, attaboy.
Look, we can work with that.
- We can work with that.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Oh, no.
- Now see, that's just really unfortunate.
Get that f*cking thing outta my chest.
You know, maybe you
should up your range time
to nine minutes.
I mean, don't tax yourself too much.
Me and my partner here
are gonna turnaround,
we're gonna walk away.
We're not gonna look back.
You think long and hard
about picking that up
and sh**ting one of us.
But whichever one you don't
sh**t will third eye your skull
before you can chamber your second round.
Just food for thought.
- [Nico] I forgot how
batshit crazy you are.
I missed that.
- Don't touch me.
- sh*t works, right?
- Every time.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- Nico?
- My guys found the Sergeevs.
I'm sending you the location now.
I got an address for the Russians.
Figured we could do a little surveillance.
- Ooh, stakeout.
Good thing we're in the stealth car.
What's wrong with your arm?
- It's my shoulder hurts sometimes.
Sometimes I can barely lift it.
- Those knife pussies from the other day?
- Didn't help it any.
- Yeah, maybe you should think about
looking after yourself as much
as you look after this car.
- You know, I prefer to do this alone,
but the boss wants us to work
together as a team again.
And
that fight proved that we still got it.
But you can get out anytime you want.
- God, you're still just
as touchy as a chick.
(rain pattering)
(engine revving)
- You know, truth is both my
shoulders are bulletproof.
But my back.
Some mornings when I wake up,
I feel like I'm f*cking 90 years old.
- Hmm.
So I'm not alone in this.
- No, not alone.
You ever think we'd make it this far?
- Age-wise?
- Yeah.
- I never thought I'd
make it outta my thirties.
- We certainly dodged
a lot of b*ll*ts in our time, didn't we?
- Yeah.
- Those was the best years of my life.
- Yeah.
Mine too.
- Good, we agree.
So we don't have to talk about it anymore.
- Hey, that's fine.
Not even about the Jameson twins.
'Cause that was, you know,
one of the only times-
- That I got the hot one.
Yeah.
- They were identical twins.
- No, but mine had the
mold on her upper lip and,
oh, like Cindy Crawford.
f*ck.
She was a firetruck.
- Oh yeah, she was.
She was hot.
Hmm.
(rain pattering)
Do you remember our score?
- Yeah.
Of course I remember our score.
- Saved my life eight times.
Final tally eight nothing.
Complete shutout.
- You always colored outside the lines.
If it weren't for you I
probably wouldn't have been here today.
Eight times.
Hell,
I hate losing.
Oh.
But if there's time on the clock,
there's still time to turn it around.
You know what I'm saying?
- No.
Can't score after the bell, brother.
- I didn't hear no damn bell.
- No.
You're the one who rang it.
Bingo, bingo, bingo.
Oh, there's our boys.
There's our boys.
(doors thuds)
(engine cranking)
(engine revving)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(Evgeny and Roman speaking Russian)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(Emma screams)
(footsteps plodding)
- No, get your f*cking hands off me.
- Hey, come back here, you little wh*re.
- No, get your hands off me.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going, huh?
- Hold on little lady.
- The f*ck is going on
here you f*cking ret*rds?
She tried to run away and I-
- You know how important she's to us?
Why is her shirt ripped?
- Well, I tried to grab the
b*tch, but she wouldn't let me.
And she tried to escape.
- Yeah, yeah.
- So.
- Is that true?
- He was trying to take it off.
- Onnie, it's all good.
Let's talk outside.
(door creaking)
- Emma, listen to me.
This won't happen again.
I promise.
- Why can't I just go home?
I just wanna see my dad.
- You will, you will.
I promise.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
Now, you two.
Would you like to join your colleague?
- No.
- We hardly know him.
He's just a driver.
- Well, I'll be leaving
some of my men here.
And if any one of you tries
to harm this lady again,
my men will have orders
to cut off your faces.
Am I clear?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
(dramatic music)
(people speaking Russian)
(dramatic music)
(people speaking Russian)
- f*ck.
- f*ck.
- Oh, we are f*cked.
Take a job with the
Russians, it's easy money.
Nothing could go wrong.
Nice f*cking plan Malcolm.
We could have been stealing
Cadillac converters
and now we're gonna get our faces cut off
by the Russian f*cking mob.
- Why the f*ck did you say
my name in front of her?
- Why does it mean even matter?
They're gonna take us out
back like an old yeller.
- f*ck.
f*ck.
(latch clicks)
(engine cranking)
(engine revving)
- They're clear.
Let's go check it out.
- We are so f*cked.
- My dad can give you a lot of
money if you just let me go.
- Oh, shut up you little girl.
- Shut up.
Wait.
How much money?
- A lot, a lot.
More than they're giving you.
He can get millions.
- Cash?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't listen to her.
The Sergeevs will k*ll us.
- They're gonna k*ll you anyway.
- Shut the f*ck up.
- You touch me, I scream.
Malcolm.
- Don't talk to her.
It's gonna get us k*lled.
Just tie her up.
(dramatic music)
- You see that?
- The f*ck you doing?
- We're gonna save her.
- When the evac is secure, we make a move.
Not before.
Since when do you make
decisions based on emotion?
The f*ck is wrong with you?
Gimme the camera.
f*ck sake.
There we go, sugar.
(camera clicks)
There you go, safe as houses.
Any idea what that was all about?
- Could be a hostage, but
you never know these days
- What the f*ck has a hostage have to do
with drugs coming in from the Middle East?
- I don't like it.
- Let's make a pit stop on the way back.
I got somebody we should go talk to.
- All right.
- [Rick] Well there's anyone I trust
to have intel on
Russians, it's Mrs. Chow.
(engine revving)
- Hey.
- Can I help you gentlemen?
- Yeah, we're just
here to see Mrs. Chow.
- This is a private members club.
- Oh, we're both friends of hers.
- Sorry, no gweilo.
- Now, that's f*cking r*cist.
- f*ck.
- f*ck.
Rick?
- Is that f*cking Jimmy?
- You must be Nico.
- Why Jay?
f*ck.
- You cut your hair,
you used have long fluid hair.
- Oh my God.
- You grew yours.
- No sh*t.
- You looking great.
- Thanks Jimmy, holy sh*t, man.
Jimmy, sh*t.
- You got fat.
- What, me?
- Yeah, you're fat as f*ck, Jimmy.
- And you are still a f*cking as*h*le.
- Yes, he is.
- Of course I am.
- But I think we're
still doing pretty good.
- Not bad.
- Years don't lie buddy.
The years do not lie.
- Come on, let's get a drink.
- Yeah.
Holly sh*t.
Oh really?
- Hey, fix my friends up.
- What are you using for your hair.
- Olive oil.
- Enjoy guys.
- Oh wow.
Hey man, you guys join us for some drinks?
- Nah, we gotta back to work.
- Hey, sorry about the g*ns.
Thanks.
(gentle music)
Hey, you remember when we got Wu here?
- Believe it or not, I just
had a dream about that f*ck.
- Wait, about when he was naked?
- No, not when he was naked.
- When he had the sword-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
In the dream, he had the sword.
- I can't believe he was using that sword
thinking that he could
deflect your b*ll*ts.
- No one would believe that.
He was riddled with b*llet holes.
Ah.
Do you remember Alvarez?
Bleeding out in your backseat?
- Oh my God, don't even tell.
- Do you remember zigzagging
through the streets
trying to get him back to
boss? You remember that sh*t?
- Only because the boss
wanted us to keep him alive
just so that he could have the last word
with that m*therf*cker.
(guy speaking in foreign language)
- We were a good team.
- Were.
But yeah, we were.
- Breaker.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Yes, all of that.
- It's great to see you.
- Likewise ma'am.
- You are not gonna
introduce me to your friend?
- It's Nico, my partner.
- I don't think we've met before.
- Oh yeah, you've met him.
- Like only eight or nine times.
- I mean, it's easy to forget him.
- Oh yeah, oh especially
around Rick break her heart.
- Especially around me.
- Oh yeah.
- Easily forgettable.
- Well, any friend of Breaker
is a friend of Mrs. Chow's.
- Nice to see, meet you again.
- Breaker.
I know you're not here to be social.
I'm assuming it's about a certain
well clothed brown gangster
hanging out with my old
friends, the Sergeev brothers.
- Well, you read me
like a book, don't you?
- Mm.
Well, you know Mrs. Chow doesn't
like to just give it away.
- When have you ever?
- Well, but it is for Breaker.
- Good point, it is for Breaker.
- Oh wow.
Let's make it a little
bit interesting then, hey?
We'll play a game.
You win, you get information.
You lose, you give Wads
a little foot massage.
- We don't have time to play any game.
- Oh yes we do.
We definitely are playing.
We accept your terms.
- No, it's-
- Excellent.
- SciPi, Mahjong, baby
- SciPi, man.
- SciPi my ba*ls.
- Ting?
- Ting, ting.
- Ting?
- Ting away.
- Mahjong baby.
- And when you lose,
Jimmy gets a foot massage.
- Wait, what?
- Jimmy.
- Should I be offended
that she doesn't remember me?
- Yeah, you should.
- Hi Jimmy.
(lively music)
(lively music continues)
- Stack of four.
Pile it up.
- Like I said, I'm gonna take that guy.
(lively music)
- Okay, I'm gonna pull.
- Oh, I hat it when he did that.
It's a beautiful thing.
No, it isn't.
(lively music)
(lively music continues)
Yeah, I don't need that.
- There we go.
(lively music)
- Getting that crap.
You wanna foot massage or not, Jimmy?
(lively music)
(lively music continues)
- Sik Wu.
Eat it.
(Mrs. Chow laughs)
- Well
the man you're looking
for is Treyton Jones.
He is heavily connected
and helps certain parties
requiring discretion
move large sums of money
from country to country.
- Okay, so Treyton Jones?
- Hm-mm.
- And you.
You are not James Bond,
get rid of that old Jag.
(Rick laughs)
You thought I didn't remember you.
- I love you.
- My lovely Nico.
- Well, you got me, you got me.
- [Rick] Do you know who Treyton Jones is?
- No.
- He's a dude
that does those infomercials
about buying gold
'cause the dollars can collapse.
- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
- Oh, he's gotta be a millionaire.
Most likely a billionaire.
You invest any of your money in gold?
- Hell no.
Oh, but you did, didn't you?
How much?
- All of it.
It's no sh*t.
All of it.
- All in, huh?
- All in buddy.
I'm ready for it, buddy.
- Yeah, yeah.
- [Rick] Okay, turn here.
- Hey, I got an idea.
Tomorrow let's check with Treyton
about your gold
investments. Ooh.
- Hey Gunner.
Rick's ex fiance, Rachel here
is gonna a share a chapter
with those two gentlemen.
You got the money.
- You get the money once the job's done.
Now, where's the girl?
- That's her car there.
- She should be getting
off work any minute now.
- Boss also wanted me
to ask you about Juggie.
- That'll cost you more money.
- You greedy m*therf*cker.
- Man, I'm just trying to make a living.
- When Sunny finds out
that you're trying to nickel and dime him.
- All right, relax.
Juggie and them ain't gonna budge.
So you might wanna pay him a visit.
- You wanted us to pay for that?
f*ck.
- There she is.
You ready?
- Born ready, get it done.
(latch clicks)
(dramatic music)
(Rachel screams)
(dramatic music)
(people speaking in foreign language)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(people speaking in foreign language)
(people speaking in
foreign language continues)
(people speaking in
foreign language continues)
(people speaking in
foreign language continues)
(people speaking in
foreign language continues)
- Well, you know me.
(people speaking in foreign language)
(people speaking in
foreign language continues)
There's security in numbers.
(Gunner speaking in
foreign language continues)
You say it like it's a bad thing, bro.
What's wrong with working for me?
- You should know by now,
men like us, we don't get here
by sharing f*cking profits.
And a and lion doesn't share his pride.
(dramatic music)
- Are you a gambling man?
(Sunny speaking in foreign language)
Beats your big boy with the attitude
and you all work for me.
(people speaking in foreign language)
(people speaking in
foreign language continues)
And then I'll work for you.
- Ah.
That's tempting.
- There's a catch.
(speaking in foreign language)
- You're on.
- Ishanna.
All yours.
- Bro, is this a f*cking joke.
- You think this is a f*cking joke?
(guy laughs)
- Well, you good with this?
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(fists thuds)
(fists thuds continues)
(fists thuds continues)
(fighter grunts)
- m*therf*cker.
(fists thuds)
(g*nshots cracks)
(fists thuds)
(g*nshots cracks)
(g*nshots cracks)
(Ishanna grunts)
(knife swishes)
(Sunny breathing deeply)
- She won.
Let's go guys.
(dramatic music)
(horns blaring)
- What are you gonna
do with your 5 million?
Buy more gold?
- Hell, I'd buy an indulgence
if the Catholic church still sold them.
- Oh, that's good.
We could use a couple dozen of those.
- You really think a couple dozen
can cover all the guys we k*lled?
I don't think so.
- Yeah.
In retrospect, maybe we should have-
- Kept a journal?
I did.
Buried that sh*t in the backyard.
Had to dig it up and unwrap
it after accepting this job.
- Well, I'll help you bury
it again after we're done.
- Ah.
I think I'm gonna leave that
sh*t out of the coffee table.
f*ck those guys.
Every damn one of them deserved it.
Damn straight they did.
(keyboard clicking)
(Rick coughs)
- Can I help you gentlemen?
- Oh, we just got a
couple questions for you.
We don't want to take up
too much of your time.
- Did you book an appointment?
- You know, they said there was a wait.
You know what I did, I
pulled out this magic wand,
I waved it around and holy
sh*t, they let us right in.
I mean, it was actually pretty impressive.
- Okay, what is this about?
- Well, we know you've had
some recent business dealings
with Sunny and the Sergeevs.
- I don't think I know
who those persons are
and I'm quite certain that
Maria's already called security.
- Is that the cute brunette?
Unfortunately we had to
lock her in the bathroom
with the three others.
Sorry about that.
- Yeah, without their cell phones.
So
No one's coming.
- Well, I take it you're
not with the police then.
- Think the cops would lock your employees
in a tiny bathroom?
- Yeah, Kojak would've.
And he definitely would've
left with that brunette,
for sure.
- Yeah, I may still.
- I'm sorry, I still don't
understand what this is about.
- We run in similar circles to Sunny
and the Sergeev brothers.
- Similar, but ours typically goes to 11.
- Great movie.
- Does this really need
further explanation?
- Yes, actually.
- We know that they're running
huge drug product from the Middle East.
We know that you are somehow involved.
- Look, I don't think you
quite understand my situation.
- Would you care to elucidate?
- d*uche word.
- It is for the uneducated, but.
- It's just.
- Hm-mm?
- It's what?
It's what?
- I can't.
- You can't what?
f*ck it, this is taking.
- Oh Jesus.
Ow.
Come on, stop it, please.
- Hey Rick, stop.
- f*ck you and your patience.
f*ck that sh*t.
- Oh!
- Shut the f*ck up
and come over here.
- You run, I'll sh**t
your a*s in the back.
And that sh*t hurts.
- Look familiar?
- f*ck me.
- Offer assistance.
- What do you mean like hero sh*t?
Not sure that cape fits.
- I'm pretty sure it's one size fits all.
- You better hope so we
ain't got time for a fitting.
- Maybe we can
bury that book again and
start a new one.
(dramatic music)
- Hey, get over here.
Get over here.
(dramatic music)
- Oh my God.
You know where she is?
- Yes.
- Took this 24 hours ago.
- You want us to help you
get your daughter back?
- Look please,
I don't want to endanger my daughter.
You're not even with the cops.
- No, we're better than the cops.
- Yeah, we're like Kojak.
Who loves you, baby?
- Solid.
Well?
- I mean, simple question.
Do you want us to help get
your daughter back for you?
- Or more importantly, you
want these m*therf*ckers to die
an incredibly painful death?
'Cause that's the sh*t that we do.
- Yes.
Please.
- Done.
Oh, and if you don't mind.
I'd like their pain to go to 11.
- Attaboy.
- With pleasure.
- And malice.
- [Benjamin] What's going on
fellas, gimme some good news.
- [Rick] Well, first of
all, the piece of sh*t
kidnapped the girl.
- It's pretty simple.
Sunny and Sergeev brothers,
they want Treyton Jones to
help them transfer big funds
to this big league drug
trafficker in the Middle East.
Treyton's a highly connected finance guy,
you know, probably seen him on TV.
- Yeah.
- They kidnapped his daughter to make sure
that he complies.
- They got her up in a cabin,
pretty remote location.
But we walked right up to the
window, shot a proof of life,
and she seems fine.
They got two guys on the
inside looking after her.
Looks like nobody on the outside.
- Yeah, no one.
- With Treyton's help and his cooperation,
I've already spoken to him.
So the plan's pretty simple.
Breach the cabin, secure the girl.
Let Sunny and the brothers
think it's business as usual
when the transfer happens,
money goes whatever the hell you want.
- Hmm. Are you sure he
is on board with it?
- Oh, a hundred percent.
- He is on board.
Then when they realize
the money's not there,
they're gonna scramble back to that cabin
as fast as they can.
- And girl will already be safe
and will be like sh**ting
fish in a barrel.
- Yeah.
- Good, I like it, I like it.
But still don't take any chances.
Take some backup.
And my Porsche.
I need my payback with Sunny.
I can't stress that sh*t enough.
(dramatic music)
And hey.
It's really good to see my two best guys
working together again like a team.
Ruthless b*stards are back, baby.
(fingers snaps)
(latch clicks)
(birds chirping)
- 1, 2, 3, sh**t.
1, 2, 3, sh**t.
1, 2-
(engine revving)
(latch clicks)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
- Rick and I'll cover the front.
And you guys covered the rear.
- Let's do this.
- Copy.
- [Nico] And boys, make sure you take out
any Russian stragglers.
I hate those f*ck.
(door creaks)
(dramatic music)
(Malcolm whistles)
(Malcolm sighs)
- Hamish.
Might wanna wake up.
Hamish.
- f*ck.
- Hey, let me ask you two something.
How long you been doing this?
- [Malcolm] Doing what?
- The bad guy stuff.
- The kidnapping innocent chick sh*t.
- First time.
- Oh, 'cause
you're really bad at it.
- Wait, are you two bad guys?
- Yeah.
- No.
- No.
- Yes.
No, we're not bad guys.
- Not on this one.
Just gimme the phone, call her daddy.
Just sit tight.
We're good guys.
(phone ringing)
Hey man.
Target secure.
- Sorry, sir.
Yes, hello, yeah.
Your daughter is safe and secure.
Yeah.
- I think I just f*cking
said that, didn't I?
Evac will commence once route is secure.
Yeah, standby.
Here she is.
- Daddy.
- Daddy.
- Look, this will all be over soon.
- Okay. When can I come home?
- Soon, I promise.
Just do what these men tell you to do.
They'll get you outta
there as soon as it's safe.
Okay?
They're good men.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
I promise, they're good men.
- Okay.
Okay, I promise I will.
I love you dad.
- I love you too.
- All right.
Sorry.
Now where were we?
- With them sucking.
- Oh yeah, that's right.
- Do you have any idea how we got in here?
- [Nico] Walked up the
steps and opened the door.
- [Rick] Not quietly.
- No, no, and did you, you
were asleep on the couch
with your weapon over here.
- Weapon's completely outta range.
And you m*therf*cker, you
were in there on the shitter.
- Did you two not see "Pulp Fiction".
- "Pulp Fiction".
Johnny Trav basically committed
suicide doing the same sh*t
you two m*therf*ckers just did.
- His g*n was on the counter
while he was in the shitter.
- Is he the toaster, right?
He was toaster.
- Utter buffoonery.
I mean, who does that?
You know what, both of you turn around.
Put your hands on the back of the couch,
spread your legs.
- Now!
- You on the right, take your left hand
and put it in your
partner's right back pocket.
- And you shitter.
Take your right hand,
put it in your partner's left rear pocket.
Deeper.
Deeper m*therf*cker, squeeze that sh*t.
- What the f*ck.
- The f*ck is happening?
(Rick and Nico laughs)
(lively music)
(camera clicks)
- Oh my God, you're gonna
want a copy of this one.
I'm gonna send this to your cell phone.
Oh, you don't even have cell phone do you?
- Why do you f*cking need
a portable telephone, huh?
- Well certainly not anyone who calls
it a portable telephone.
Nobody calls it a portable telephone.
You idiot, everyone needs
a cell phone nowadays.
- It's true.
The convenience of today's
connectivity is unparalleled.
- f*ck sake.
- Okay, when we get you outta here,
you two can cuddle up on the
couch and watch Kardashians.
- Oh, Khloe's highlights this year,
they look amazing, don't they?
- I'm know right, that's what I'm saying.
- Well then it's a date.
Morons.
If you gave a sh*t about
a high value target,
you would put motion
sensors out in the front.
You ever seen "Mission Impossible"?
- Oh, great movie.
- You could get those red laser beams.
You get high tech sh*t like
that at Radio Shack these days.
Radio, there's no more Radio Shack.
- Well then it's a f*cking spy store.
You know what I'm talking about?
- It's a spy store?
- Amazon, m*therf*cker.
You can definitely get the sh*t on Amazon.
- Yeah, you pretty much can get
anything on Amazon nowadays.
- Right, they deliver that
sh*t with a f*cking drone too.
- So amazing.
So you guys, red lasers
would've been great,
but you could even just, you know,
a little bell on a string.
- Or you could've locked the door.
I mean, you could've locked the door.
That would've worked.
- Yeah.
- But anyway, gentlemen,
just food for thought,
you know, next time, right?
- Yeah.
- Oh God.
- Hey.
You're gonna be safe, right?
These guys can't do
anything anymore, okay?
- All right.
- These two other guys
are gonna take care of you
while Rick and I go secure at the root.
You're gonna be at your daddy's
home soon. You have my word.
- Thank you so much.
- All right.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'll be okay.
- All right, I'll be right back.
(latch clicks)
- [Hamish] Ow, it hurts.
- [Malcolm] Shut up.
- Rick.
- Yeah.
- You remember when we met?
- Yeah, McCluskey's bar like
two and a half decades ago.
So what?
- Yeah,
we hit it off immediately.
Like two birds of a feather.
- Yeah, we did.
What's your point?
- I never told you why
I was in there, did I?
- I assumed it was for
Jessica, the hot waitress.
Am I wrong?
- A month before I walked into that bar,
I had a fiance.
She, we were seven months pregnant.
We even had a name picked out.
Abigail.
Her father's joy.
She miscarried and I bolted.
Abigail would've been this girl's age
and the resemblance to
my ex is, it's uncanny.
- Look, Nico, I had no idea.
I'm sorry, I mean, you could
have f*cking shared that
in 25 years of friendship.
- You had a fiance and
I f*cked that up too.
And I'm sorry.
- Yeah, you did f*ck it up.
There's probably a thousand I'm sorrys
that I'm miss giving you
through the f*cking years.
I've been an as*h*le.
You were a f*cking as*h*le.
f*cking let it happen again.
- I won't.
I give you my word.
- Look, Antoine, you gotta
stop worrying about this sh*t.
You're gonna give yourself a
f*cking heart attack, okay?
Everything's on schedule.
The bosses will be happy, I promise.
- [Antoine] You
underestimated Sunny before.
Are you sure this is the right move?
Pawn takes queen.
- In a game of chess.
Every move matters.
Bishop to G5.
Check mate.
Sunny won't know what hit him.
- Oh, hold on.
It's the boss.
- [Benjamin] On my way to meet
Treyton so prepare the girl.
Oh, and tell Rick, I invited
a friend to the party.
(phone rings)
- Yeah.
- Hey, is everything good?
- Yeah, everything's fine.
- We may need to verify
Emma to her father.
- No problem.
She'll be ready.
- [Arseny] Let us hear the girl.
(dramatic music)
- They want to talk to you.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- I'm here.
- Hey, be a good girl, Emma.
And this will be over soon.
- Okay.
- [Arseny] Let me talk to our man again.
(dramatic music)
- Yeah.
- [Arseny] Home stretch.
Don't f*ck this up.
(dramatic music)
- He hung up.
- It's time.
Call Treyton.
- [Arseny] Is the transfer ready?
- [Treyton] It's all good.
- Good, good.
(phone ringing)
- He's calling.
- Yeah, it's Nico.
- We're ready.
Now, you'll get my daughter
outta there, right?
- Of course, just do your job
and everything will be fine.
- Thank you.
- Is he good?
- He knows what's at stake.
(door creaks)
- They behaving?
- Like a couple of morons.
(footsteps plodding)
- You know, you're
handling this really well.
- He hasn't received anything yet.
- I thought you said you get confirmation
in matter of seconds?
- Yeah, of course.
But maybe there's a
problem with the transfer.
(Evgeny and Roman speaking Russian)
- Call Treyton.
(phone ringing)
- He must be completely offline.
Probably for security for the transfer.
- Sending guys to his office.
- And call the cabin.
(phone ringing)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- f*ck, it's a video call.
I'll handle it.
I'll handle it.
- Yeah?
- Is the girl with you?
- Yeah, of course.
- Show me.
- No problem.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- All good guys.
She's there.
- Zip time.
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music)
(zip tie rasps)
(dramatic music continues)
(phone ringing)
- Treyton?
- Hey Nico.
- Getting any calls lately?
- Yes, several in the last few minutes.
- [Nico] Where are you now?
- With your boss at the meeting spot?
- Well, we're gonna get your
daughter to you real soon.
- [Treyton] Thank you.
- Yeah.
- Hey.
You really are the good guys.
- Thanks.
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
- What's going on?
(Roman and Evgeny speaking Russian)
(dramatic music)
(people speaking Russian)
- English, English for f*ck sake, English.
- You want English?
If I hear any of you saying
(speaking in foreign language)
I'm gonna sh**t them right in the eye.
- You watch your f*cking mouth.
- Oh, watch my mouth?
You better watch your opening, sweetheart.
- Hey, calm the f*ck down.
We need to cooperate.
We don't need a blood bath
here. Let's go get the girl.
(dramatic music)
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
(Sunny speaking in foreign language)
- Ishanna.
(dramatic music)
- Hey, over here.
All right.
Gravel parking lot is our vector point.
All eyes on it at all
times from all directions.
Come with me.
- Roger.
- No!
- We're all set here.
(announcer talking indistinctly)
Copy that.
Let's go.
(dramatic music)
(Rick knocks)
- All right, these guys
are gonna figure things out
pretty quick, so keep
your eyes open, got it?
All right, it's go time.
This gentleman's gonna take you to safety.
Remember Defcon five, keep your eyes open.
- You gonna see your dad soon.
- Thank you.
- The f*ck is wrong with you?
- It's not often we get
to be the good guys.
- We're the f*cking good guys.
- We're kind of the good guys this time.
- [Treyton] They're on their way.
- Sounds good.
- Come on.
- Jesus Christ.
- Dad!
- Emma!
(Emma crying)
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- They hurt you?
- No, I'm okay.
- I love you so much.
- Look, I hate to break
up this love reunion,
but we gotta go now.
Now.
(latch clicks)
(doors thuds)
(engine cranking)
(engine revving)
(footsteps plodding)
(leaves rustling)
(dramatic music)
- We're in position.
(engines revving)
- I have eyes on the targets.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
- The f*ck is going on?
Where's the girl?
(Evgeny speaking Russian)
- Ishanna.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- It's a setup.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
- sn*pers in the woods.
Run!
(talking indistinctly)
- Oh, I am so happy to see you guys.
Have you met my friends?
(Evgeny speaking in foreign language)
(Mrs. Chow speaking
in foreign language)
(g*nshots cracks)
(fists thuds)
- Drop it.
Drop it.
- Stop, stop, stop, stop.
- These guys are ours.
- You should go out and help your partner.
- Yes, ma'am.
(foot thuds)
(footsteps plodding)
(g*nshots cracks)
- Come on, come on.
(g*nshots cracks)
(dramatic music)
(g*nshots cracks continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(both grunting)
(fists thuds)
- I'm sorry.
I don't hit women.
- No?
- It's just the way my mother raised me.
- That's fine.
Just makes my job easier.
(fists thuds)
- I'm more of a lover
than a fighter. Ah!
- That's a really bad pickup line.
- Oh, I got a lot of
them. (fist thuds)
That being said, I have a
pretty solid batting average.
- Not today, handsome.
(fists thuds)
- Whatever they're paying
you, we'll double it.
And I'll throw in a steak dinner.
(Nico thuds)
Okay?
Okay, look, if you don't
want to sleep with me,
just say no.
(fists thuds)
(Nico grunts)
- Don't worry, handsome.
You're gonna be sleeping very soon.
(Ishanna screams)
(both grunting)
- Hey, hey.
- sh**t her.
- Get the f*ck outta here, man.
I'm not gonna sh**t a chick.
(Ishanna grunts)
Attaboy.
- What the hell?
She could have k*lled me.
- That little dime
piece is gonna k*ll you?
- She had her knife right up here, man.
- I don't remember you being
such a big f*cking vag*na.
- What?
- You want her dead, huh?
Be my guest, tough guy.
- I'm gonna sh**t her.
- Put a b*llet.
- But you would've shot.
- Put a b*llet in her.
(foot thuds)
Clearly hates the patriarchy.
- I told you, I told you.
- You know what?
sh**t her.
Now what do you got?
sh**t her, go.
- I'm not sh**ting her.
You know what?
- sh**t the f*cking chick.
- I'm just patriarchy all this.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetie.
- Have at it.
- I don't want any,
I'm not gonna fight you.
Time out!
(knife swishes)
(Rick grunts)
- What the f*ck is wrong with you?
(knife swishes)
(foot thuds)
(Ishanna thuds)
- I'm sorry.
f*ck.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't, don't, don't, don't.
Don't even think, don't think about it.
Don't think about it, don't think.
Stay down.
No more.
You don't want any more.
(foot thuds)
- Whoa.
(bodies thuds)
- Lady.
- Ah.
She's stuck.
- It was either her or me, so.
Thanks.
- Yeah. Yeah.
Son of a b*tch.
- I gotta find my g*n.
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(g*nshots cracks)
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(fists thuds)
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(g*n thuds)
(g*nsh*t cracks)
(pipe swishes)
(fists thuds)
(foot thuds)
(fists thuds)
(foot thuds)
(g*nshots cracks)
- Gunner, I'm out.
- Here, go take my g*n.
Go!
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(knife swishes)
(fists thuds)
(g*nshots cracks)
(Sunny speaking in foreign language)
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- Take out the two to the right of me.
(g*nshots cracks)
And if the two in the middle
so much as flinch, drop them.
It's over Sunny.
- Really?
- Well, I still gotta card up my sleeve.
(engine revving)
Remember the three of
us have a mutual friend?
- I wouldn't actually
call Quinton a friend.
- Not Quinton.
- Oh, although he did mention you guys.
- We've got a hostage.
Fingers off the trigger.
- I brought a more
intimate friend of yours.
Hi.
Quite a reunion, huh?
- Nico?
- Rachel.
- What's going on?
Why am I here?
- Sunny?
Long time no see, huh buddy.
How you doing Rachel?
- Quite an emotional conundrum, huh?
- Oh, not really?
- Oh.
- Why are you doing this?
- It is the bargain chip
in the sugar, nothing more.
- This is how it's going to play out.
I get all my f*cking
money back or she dies.
- Give us two sec real quick.
- Take your time.
- Three.
Two, one.
- Paper.
- Rock.
- Go ahead, you can sh**t her.
See, I don't think you understand.
I got four long r*fles
aimed at both of you
m*therf*cker's foreheads.
You're too young to appreciate
classic Kenny Rogers, aren't you?
Otherwise you'd know when to hold them.
When to f*cking fold them.
- And when to walk away, when to run.
You don't believe me, Sunny.
Aim driver.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- Please don't do this.
- Even if his finger
twitches and he does fire,
the second pop you hear
will be this b*llet going
through your f*cking skull.
- Don't.
- Look at you two.
Tag team champions, huh?
Hey Rachel, which one was bigger?
You still feel like a man, Rick?
- Pull the trigger, Sunny.
- No kidding, Rick.
You got 10 seconds, or she f*cking dies.
- Pull it, hell I'll even
help you with the countdown.
I'll help ya.
Sing it with me, buddy.
- Gunner.
- Nine.
Eight, sing it with me, Sunny.
- Seven.
- Six.
- Guys.
- Five.
- Countdown your life, m*therf*cker.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- That was seriously f*cked up.
You know Sunny, I have been
waiting for years to k*ll you,
but after that sh*t.
Well Rick, it's your call.
If you want to k*ll him, be my guest.
(dramatic music)
- I can handle this one for you.
- Nah, I got it.
Stick around.
You're probably gonna
want a piece of this too.
- I could just sh**t him.
Oh, you want to-
You gonna,
you're gonna fight him.
- Boss.
Get Rachel outta here, huh?
I don't want her to see this.
- Got it.
- Hey Grandpa.
Once I'm done with these two chumps.
I'm coming for you.
- You got ba*ls Sunny.
I'll give you that.
(dramatic music)
- What's up, old man?
Remember the a*s whooping I gave you.
Back then I needed a g*n.
I don't now.
- I've been waiting for this
moment for years, Sunny.
There's no way you leave here alive.
(fists thuds)
(fists thuds)
I promise you his cardio's gonna go out
and I got this m*therf*cker.
- I can help.
- Sit down.
(fists thuds)
- Looks like you need your
boyfriend's help, old man.
(fists thuds)
(fists thuds continues)
(foot thuds)
- Can we finish this?
- f*ck my sternum.
All right, I'm gonna go wide.
- Okay.
- You deep.
- All right.
- I think you need to
hold hands in this one.
(bodies thuds)
(fists thuds)
- No, I got it.
- Fine, whatever.
I'll get the g*n.
(fists thuds)
(Nico grunts)
(fists thuds)
- Come on.
(fists thuds)
(Rick grunts)
- Son of a b*tch.
Not today m*therf*cker.
Not today.
(Sunny screams)
(g*nsh*t cracks)
(footsteps plodding)
(Rick panting)
Okay.
That was a good shot.
- Yeah.
- But I had him right where I wanted.
- Oh, totally and I was just-
- I was gonna take him to deep water.
- Sure.
- That was the plan.
- Well, it was working.
I just put him out of his misery.
- He was gonna gas.
f*ck was gonna gas.
- He was totally gassed.
(Rick panting)
- But I appreciate it.
Thanks.
- Yeah, I owe you one.
Let's go home.
(gentle music)
- Well.
At least we didn't get our faces cut off.
- True.
- [Rick] You know it really
pains me to say this, brother?
But I think I'm gonna get
one of those smartphones.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- [Nico] Get done with this in time,
we can get to the mall before it closes.
- [Rick] Okay.
Hey Quinton.
- Afternoon gentlemen.
(g*nsh*t cracks)
- Are you thinking Apple or Android?
- [Rick] I dunno which one's smarter.
- [Nico] Get you a Blackberry.
Seem more like a Blackberry kind of guy.
- [Rick] All right.
I like the name too, Blackberry.
- [Nico] Oh, suits you.
- [Rick] It's like a nice vegan dessert.
(Hamish grunts)
- f*ck.
Do you think anyone's coming back for us?
- I really gotta pee.
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