<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): At 85</i> <i> degrees fahrenheit...</i>
<i> ...sound travels at 1100</i> <i> feet per second.</i>
<i> But the colder it gets,</i> <i> the slower it gets.</i>
<i> But the things</i> <i> that'll kill you</i>
<i> move faster</i> <i> than that anyway.</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪ I've been laying</i> <i> on the floor ♪</i>
<i> ♪ with an empty kind</i> <i> of feeling- ♪</i>
<i> ♪ Staring at the cracks </i> <i> in the paint on the ceiling- ♪</i>
<i> ♪ Same damn way</i> <i> I spent the day before.. ♪♪</i>
<i> WILLA: Jesus Aiden.</i>
Shit--
<i>I wake you?</i>
Really?
Sorry.
Felt the need to hear something decent.
Mmhmm...
Whatever, pretend like you're not happy to see me.
I don't care.
Nothing sounds like this anymore.
<i>Don't think dad would have</i> <i>appreciated the sarcasm.</i>
It's not. I'm not, I'm agreeing.
Just listen.
Sounds like there used to be something worthwhile, you know?
So?
She's harmless.
How old's harmless?
She's not old.
She's tired.
Honestly, we were dancin'.
And?
And... I thought you might be up.
And if she were awake, she wouldn't be here.
Drink?
Come on, don't waste it.
My ride will be here in twenty.
It's 3:30 in the morning.
So?
So this doesn't mean you can ditch tomorrow.
You um... You hear from him?
John? No.
<i>Not for</i> <i>a month or so.</i>
But...
He was never good at keeping in touch.
Right.
It can't be easy for him.
Anyway, fuck him. His loss.
You know, you could always...
Mmm... No.
You know, I'm getting on with my own life now.
Mmmmm...
So did you find work?
(clears throat)
The world is cheatin' you while you sleep.
You've gotta be faster than that now.
That's attractive.
That's what I'm going for.
I see you wrapped it yourself.
Open it.
Nah, not tonight.
Why not?
Because I'm tired.
And... I'd rather save it for dinner.
<i> (phone ringing)</i>
<i>And...</i>
You're leaving.
(ON PHONE): Hey.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay, okay. Relax, alright?
I'll be right there.
I know. I promised.
It's done.
DETECTIVE GOODMAN: Uh, Ms. Ryan?
Yeah.
Uh, Detective Goodman--
<i>I'm sorry, it's been </i> <i>a long night.</i>
It's about your brother.
Yeah... yeah you said that on the message.
Is he okay? What happened?
Well--
We found him yesterday morning.
Well he... he had no identification so--
Can I see him?
Well, technically we have to wait for victim services--
I don't need it.
(laughing)
What's he doing here?
Nice to be remembered, Willa.
(coughing)
I see you're taking care of yourself.
He identified your brother.
He's just tagging along. That's it.
(coughing)
I always figured it would be John first.
(coughing)
I want to see my brother now.
<i> Sure, no problem.</i>
(coughing)
<i> Just as soon as</i> <i> "soft shoulder" gets here...</i>
<i> ...we'll take you</i> <i> right in.</i>
In the meantime, we only got a couple of questions.
(coughing)
Then get it over with.
<i> (flatline over PA)</i>
Didn't think I'd see you again.
What? Do you believe in ghosts?
That's funny.
How you doin'?
Can't complain. You know.
You back for good? Or what?
<i> Just got in a couple</i> <i> of days ago.</i>
Head back out after the funeral.
That's fucking quick.
It's just the way it works.
You got some place to be?
Eh, I'm hooked up over at the brother-in-law's.
You know?
Keep the girl happy.
PO off my back.
Garage?
<i> I wish.</i>
Can't let anybody with a record in there anymore.
<i> Remember that building </i> <i> across the street?</i>
He bought it.
He's gonna turn it into condominiums.
You're building condos?
Nah, not me.
I just clean the place out, throwing out the trash.
Nice.
So?
What?
What's it like?
Or are you not supposed to talk about it?
Oh, is that what you came down here for?
The recruitment speech?
See, you're a suspicious motherfucker, man.
<i> Relax.</i>
I know a lot of people like to like shoot off their mouths.
But I'm not one of them.
When I heard what happened to Aiden,
I knew you'd be back. I figured this--
Look man, I'm not coming back.
Not like that.
Really?
Good for you.
Take control of your life.
<i>End of an era,</i> <i>though.</i>
<i>Four years.</i>
Do you think it's long enough?
I don't know.
Was it really that bad?
Cecil ain't stupid, you know?
Sooner or later he's gonna hear.
And if he don't find you there's always the funeral.
Look, Johnny boy, just lay low. Alright?
And don't make a habit of the same old places.
Yeah, I appreciate it.
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): First shot</i> <i> comes from up front,</i>
<i> straight down the draw.</i>
<i> Maybe you see a flash,</i> <i> but you won't hear it.</i>
<i> There's someone</i> <i> you know, goes down.</i>
<i> Somebody else is screaming</i> <i> before you take cover.</i>
<i> Flank of eyes</i> <i> chilling into you.</i>
<i> And if they chose</i> <i> their spot well...</i>
<i> you got your back</i> <i> against the wall.</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> The adrenaline...</i>
<i> ...spikes as you</i> <i> return fire.</i>
<i> See, it doesn't matter</i> <i> what you believe,</i>
<i> when you're pinned down, </i> <i> you make your deals with God.</i>
<i> "Just get me out of this"</i>
<i> "Get us out of this</i> <i> and I swear..."</i>
<i> But there's</i> <i> no rewind.</i>
<i> And...knowing</i> <i> how it works...</i>
<i> That don't help.</i>
<i> When an ambush is</i> <i> properly executed</i>
<i> there's no reason</i> <i> to expect anything less</i>
<i> than a 100%</i> <i> casualty rate.</i>
<i> When the first guy</i> <i> went down...you knew.</i>
Hey.
I'm sorry, I didn't have anything else.
Don't worry about it.
Did you get any sleep?
I'm fine.
I brought some things for you.
Not much.
I had to go to the storage locker to get the suit--
Thanks.
I'm just so fucking tired of feeling like this.
Then tell me what happened.
When did you see him?
He came by the night before.
Late.
Was he staying with you?
Not regularly.
But he had keys?
Yeah, he had keys.
I'd do the same for you.
Nah, I wouldn't have asked.
And that's supposed to be a good thing?
It's not a good idea for me to be staying
with you, Willa. You know that.
I know you're being paranoid.
And I know that's one of the symptoms you should expect.
Along with insomnia, nightmares,
maybe even panic attacks--
Come on, Will. I just got off a plane,
I haven't slept, I don't even know
what day it is-- Are you really going
to psychoanalyze me?
Ignore it if you want, John, but they're real problems.
A hundred and twenty-five suicides this year--
Are you fucking serious?
Can we just talk about Aiden?
Please?
Fine.
How bad was he?
A mess.
And what? This was...regular?
He wouldn't talk to me about it.
Did you give him the same evaluation?
<i> GOODMAN: Like I said</i> <i> on the phone, Ms. Ryan...</i>
...same thing yesterday as the day before.
Nothing's turned up so far.
But you're looking?
It's an open investigation.
Sure it is, but are you looking?
Yes, Ms. Ryan.
Yeah, you're upset. I can see that.
John says you won't waste ten minutes on this.
Yeah?
And why does he think that?
<i>John: What else </i> <i>did he say?</i>
He may have been robbed.
He asked if he was selling.
He didn't write? I mean, not like that.
Ah... I don't know.
Well, what do you think?
I doubt they're even going to look.
Why do you always have to do that?
Why would you even say that?
You said it. Nobody's talking, Wil.
I mean, with something like this,
something public, it says he's guilty.
All you gotta do is look and you know it.
If they leave you on the street
in broad daylight, it's not an accident.
Trust me, anybody with a badge is
gonna look the other way anyway.
Sorry. You asked.
<i> So look, I'm gonna ask you</i> <i> something... ..Alright?</i>
And I doubt you're going to like it.
<i>Cecil Henry? </i> <i>That again?</i>
That was four years ago.
Nobody ever proved that John had anything
to do with that.
What the fuck does it matter now?
If I knew I wouldn't be asking.
Gillespie told you this, right? That it?
John's not even into that shit anymore.
Yeah? And you're sure about that?
<i> Willa: Guess the distance</i> <i> from home suits you.</i>
That's not what this is about, Wil.
What'd you do with dad's gun?
What?
I looked for it at the storage locker,
couldn't find it.
I sold it.
What the fuck are you thinking about, Willa?
You can't do nothing.
I can't lose both of you--
I'm the one being paranoid here?
Do you know who is investigating--
Stop it, Wil!
You gotta put that out of your head, right now.
Then what the fuck am I supposed to think about?
<i> What's happening</i> <i> to you, John?</i>
<i>Nothing's happening</i> <i>to me.</i>
<i> Right... </i> <i> Lie to me.</i>
It kills me to watch you both making the same mistakes.
You're more alike--
Like the old man, maybe--
Don't do that!
He always respected you.
Bullshit.
He said that to make you feel better.
He emulated you.
Wonderful.
Is that what made it okay for you
to just sit back and watch?
Pretend all you want, Wil.
Dress up in your fancy clothes,
put on your fancy scarf.
We grew up in the same house.
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
No, you're right.
I should have done something.
Just promise you'll tell me if you hear anything--
Come on, Wil.
Johnny, just fucking promise me.
Alright, okay.
Can you at least contact some of his friends?
Nah, uh, uh, uh-- ...relax, breathe.
I'm not gonna shoot but I'm too old
to be rolling around on the floor.
What the fuck--
Shut up!
You remember how this goes, huh?
One step forward.
Hands over your head.
Slow...
You got no right--
Ah, sure I do, John.
Come on! Come on. Alright--
Now, nice and easy. Over to the bed.
Would you keep your hands
where I can see 'em, please.
Now I'm going to put this down.
And it'll stay down so long as you behave.
Hmm?
So--
Welcome back, welcome home.
How'd you find me?
See, you know I've been doing this
longer than you've been alive.
I'd have been here sooner,
but you can't factor in military flights.
And it took me a couple of hours
to rule out your sister's place.
Willa, oh yeah, she's moved up in the world.
So how come you're not staying with her, John?
I guess it's just more comfortable here
with the trash.
Fuck you.
(laughing)
You feel that, do you?
So what are you gonna do, huh?
Gonna go out and put your hands on some people?
Figure it all out and make them pay?
I'm just here for the funeral, man.
Got my plane ticket back to base next week.
(laughing)
Nothing quite like a man telling you lies
he doesn't even want to believe.
It's always different when it's family.
Isn't it?
You don't know anything about me, scarecrow--
Bullshit.
What the fuck is your problem anyway?
Seriously, why can't you just let it go?
No, don't do that.
Don't embarrass either one of us with that.
You wanna play the "God and Country" routine,
you go find a fucking priest!
(coughing)
You did what you did to save yourself.
(coughing) And you know what?
You shouldn't be surprised it didn't work.
I'm not.
(coughing)
You might want to have that checked, man.
No, you don't worry about me.
When you fuck up this time I'm gonna be there.
I promise you that.
(coughing)
Oh, look, Willa dug up the court suit, huh?
That must bring back memories.
(coughing)
How many members of your family you think
you're gonna bury in that thing, Johnny,
before it's your turn?
Ah shit-- Let me get this out of the way.
Sorry--
<i>Thanks for this,</i> <i>Freddy.</i>
<i>It means a lot.</i>
<i>The mood she's in...</i>
Well, it's understandable, you know?
Well, she'll be happy to see you anyway.
Yeah?
Traffic shitty?
Um... thirty minutes, give or take.
Did you have trouble getting it off?
Nah, I shoot weddings, John.
And not the good ones.
Thursdays are usually pretty quiet, man.
<i>Listen, I hate</i> <i>to do this,</i>
<i>but I need to make</i> <i>a stop on the way.</i>
Yeah, sure. No problem, man.
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
That's it there, on the corner.
All right.
Be right back.
John: Hey.
Papi! What's up?
It's not like the old days. Huh?
I can't believe he got out.
Well, you make it sound like he had a choice.
<i> VIRGIL: What's up?</i> <i> What's going on?</i>
Some place we can talk?
So?
I've been feeling pretty fucking popular
the last couple of days.
Thought maybe it would be a good idea
to be prepared.
Might be a better idea
to keep your head down, Johnny.
Yeah...
But there's Willa too.
Yeah.
<i> I can ask around,</i> <i> see what I can find.</i>
How much?
Five should do it.
That's eight--
Come on, man. Don't do that.
Just do what you can to make it happen fast.
All right.
I'll come by after.
All right.
Johnny--
Cops have been all over the place, man.
Asking questions, stirring things up.
The old man's gone crazy.
He wants to take you down.
Did he come by here?
Not yet.
But--
I heard he talked to Cecil.
What are you gonna do?
Fuck if I know.
Get back on a plane as soon as I can?
Yeah.
Anyway...
You clean up nice.
Come on, I'll walk you out.
Yo--
We got company.
Just go inside.
John Ryan.
You the partner?
That I am.
Detective Goodman.
Where's scarecrow hiding?
Well, he's not a well man, John.
Oh, so what?
This is where you want to do it?
Well, you're just not an easy man to reach.
Bullshit.
I know what's going on.
You been talking to everyone but me all week.
There's no reason for us to get off
on the wrong foot here, John.
Oh? Is that right?
Father--
Hey--
All right-- I read the file.
I talked to a couple of people who think
they know a thing or two about you.
Yeah, people still like to run their mouths, I guess.
Yeah, what? Gillespie?
You know, I think you're, uh, managing,
uh, better than he, uh, than he anticipated.
Did he say that?
Well...uh...no.
But maybe that's what he meant.
Unless you tell me otherwise,
I'll just assume the rest of it is not my business.
Well, that's great.
That's great. Is that it?
'Cause I gotta get inside.
See, I'm late and my sister fucking hates me.
Oh yeah? Why is that?
None of your fucking business.
Do you know what your brother did for a living?
Did you ever see him?
Huh?
He was just a stupid kid.
Still thought he was gonna be a rock star.
Ah...
How much you figure that pays?
Huh?
Can you help me out? I just need an address.
He had keys to my sister's place.
I guess he stayed there sometimes.
Otherwise...
I don't know, man.
Maybe he stayed with friends.
Yeah--
Any ideas which ones?
Look man, I've been gone four years, okay?
So what you're telling me is that you weren't close?
Are--
Are you fucking kidding me?
This is what you want to talk about?
You look good.
All grown up.
Thanks.
Really.
How long has it been?
I don't know... Three, four years?
Yeah...
Too long.
Wil, I'm sorry.
I'm stunned. I mean, I--
I don't know what to say.
Thanks.
Do they know any--
I mean, have they... said anything...yet?
They think drugs.
I can't believe that.
They're calling it "open".
Okay--
Who did he piss off?
Who had something against him?
I don't know.
Yeah...
But what about you?
You've got some enemies, huh?
Nobody comes to mind.
(laughing)
So, you're trying to tell me that there's nobody out there
that's pissed off with you about something?
Do you know where he got his drugs?
Oh yeah, he had quite the night.
I don't need to know about that.
Yeah. But you know Cecil Henry, though.
Don't you?
Maybe, because your brother, Aiden...
I mean, he sure knew him.
The word I got is that you used to work for him
back in the day, before you enlisted.
Yeah he, uh... he called you a thief.
I mean, among other things.
Why do you give a shit?
He seemed, you know, genuinely excited
that you were back.
I don't see it.
He'd have tried to hide it.
You'd have found Aiden in a river somewhere
tied to a rock, or buried in somebody's backyard.
Yeah, but what if times have changed though, John?
Well...
I think Cecil's the first guy I ever met
who got better with age, detective.
Oh, okay-- Yeah--
Yeah, I get it.
All right.
Go on inside and bury your little brother.
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
You're back home now, John.
We're not all the enemy.
I should have stopped him.
I coulda--
When he walked out the door,
it just didn't feel any different, you know?
When did you last see him?
Um... Six months ago.
We went to this club on seventh avenue.
It wasn't really my thing, so I dipped out.
I mean, after a night with him...
trying to get home can be a little bit much.
You still live around here?
Fuck no--
I mean...
I'm in Crown Heights.
How's that?
It's all right.
It's different.
Look at you--
He was so proud of you.
How many degrees you got now?
It's not important.
Today?
You're late today?
Come on, Wil.
It wasn't exactly my choice.
No-- Not the cop. You're late.
Jesus, Wil. I got hung up.
Doing what?
What does that matter? Hmm?
I had a stop to make. It couldn't be help.
Here--
I don't want your money--
Please, take it.
Please?
You were right.
They aren't looking.
Sorry.
Why? Neither are you.
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
Sorry-- I gotta go.
It's fine. I understand.
You sure you're okay to get home?
Yeah, I'll catch a ride with Freddy.
Yeah, sure. No problem.
Yeah? Thanks.
All right, I'll call you later.
Hey.
You uh.. about ready?
Yeah.
And you're sure about this?
Yeah.
I mean, I don't want to drag you into it, but...
You're not dragging me into anything.
Come on.
Thanks, Freddy.
No problem.
Thought you were off dying somewhere?
(laughing)
Happens to the best of us.
So, you've been, uh, sniffing around,
reaching out to all the old crew?
(laughing)
Gotta say, I'm a little disappointed by the turnout.
Do you really think they'd just show up
and start shooting?
It didn't seem likely.
What'd he do, scarecrow?
You're turning the other cheek here, John?
Come on, we're talking about your brother, right?
You said it, people die.
You think he deserved it?
You feel guilty?
A little bit?
You know what I think?
I think you're right to feel shitty about it.
I mean, whatever he did is only half the reason
he got killed, maybe less.
Take a good look.
You'll see it's just as much your fault as his.
<i> You're responsible.</i>
<i> And it's why</i> <i> you feel guilty.</i>
Your brain may be saying "No, no it can't be!"
But inside you fucking know it.
You see?
People just don't make good decisions
when they're surrounded by bad ones.
You try all you want, it's not gonna happen.
So go on, blame yourself.
You deserve it.
And your brother probably did too.
Did he say anything to you that night you went out?
No.
But I mean, you know, he wouldn't.
I don't know.
I kept my eyes closed the whole time, but...
What do you think, Freddie?
Is it because of John?
The money he stole? Is that possible?
Yeah, it's possible.
But, I mean, we're talking about Aiden.
Anything is possible.
That him?
Yeah--
Hey, Willa.
<i> Hold on--</i>
Wil--
<i>WILLA: Hey.</i>
<i>Excuse me, hi.</i>
Wow--
Look at that--
You all clean up nice.
Do I know you?
I know whose sister you are.
Me and Johnny, we go way back.
Willa, right?
That's right.
Did you know Aiden too?
He was a smart kid.
So how did you--
Socially.
You know, different times, different crowds.
But it's a small fucking world.
He brought you here?
Nah, not like that.
John couldn't make it, so he sent me instead.
Is that right?
Well--
Why don't we do this inside?
So?
It was nothing.
Nothing?
It didn't seem like nothing.
You wanna go somewhere?
I need a drink.
Yeah, sure.
What about that place you and Aiden went?
Oh no, that's a club.
I mean, it doesn't even open until like 11:30.
Well, then you pick.
Yeah, okay.
I can't believe you kept these.
You know, I wanted to find something to put them in.
How old were you, with the hair?
I don't know, fourteen.
That high-top fade was the shit.
But look at Aiden.
He was always doing his own thing.
I know--
We never knew where he got that shit.
What?
Nothing, I was just thinking about us...
you know, growing up.
I probably spend more time at your house than mine.
Your house was like a vacation.
You remember the nights that we would stay up,
just the three of us, just talking shit.
A couple of high school kids and the...
the hottest girl in school.
And you really talked to us.
you really connected.
And everybody was afraid of John,
so we was never scared of nobody.
You fuck with us, you had to fuck with him.
And wasn't nobody that hard.
You remember that night that uh--
You kissed me?
Well, I tried to kiss you anyway.
The fucking balls, right?
It was cute.
Exactly.
I was scared after that.
I mean walking home, it was less than two blocks,
but I was sure you were gonna tell John.
I figured that was the end of it.
Just like that.
I stayed up all night.
Freddy--
No, you don't have to say anything.
I was young and you...
...you were you.
I never told him.
I know.
But it didn't matter. I mean, I wasn't family.
I was just... Freddy Taylor
pretending to be Freddy Ryan.
That shit ends up like this...
It's kind of sad.
<i> WILLA: I'm not getting out</i> <i> until you say yes.</i>
You're not getting out, huh?
You want another?
Nah--
Just...
Give me a ride home, would you?
I know you want it.
Yeah, I do.
It's probably not a good idea.
Stop being so fucking dramatic, Freddy.
Listen--
Now you've been through a lot.
Look--
You call me tomorrow if you still feel the same.
But not tonight.
Okay?
Fuck you.
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> WILLA:</i> <i> So, who's that...?</i>
<i> AIDEN:</i> <i> She's harmless....</i>
<i> AIDEN: Honestly,</i> <i> we were dancing...</i>
<i> FREDDY: We went</i> <i> to this club</i>
<i> on seventh avenue...</i>
<i> ♪</i>
There, that's it--
<i> (loud music playing)</i>
<i> (loud music playing)</i>
<i> (loud music playing)</i>
<i> (loud music playing)</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
How you been, Cecil?
What? You miss me, John?
Honestly?
Yeah, honestly.
Yeah.
I did.
Must be getting stupider, John.
Yeah? Why's that?
Fucking sitting out here?
What, are you feeling sorry for yourself?
That's it? You dreaming of the old days?
Doesn't sound like the John Ryan I know.
I remember how they couldn't get anything past us...
Freddy and Aiden.
I remember how it used to piss them off.
As soon as we got a lead, they'd just say "Fuck it,"
throw threes whenever they got near the ball.
Little bastard knew how to take the fun out of it.
I'll give him that.
Are you sure that was him?
Ouch.
It's just your luck or what, John?
I mean...
We just about forgotten you ever existed,
and then, uh... here you are.
So you feel good? Huh?
Doing your bit over there?
You like that?
You thinking of giving it a go?
Fuck no!
I don't know how you do it.
All those months and months, nothing but men and dirt.
Unless you're into that shit now?
All the sweaty brotherhood crap, you like that?
Oh, I see.
So, you been working out? Staying fit?
Fuck you.
Always with the mouth, right?
Whole family, even back in the day,
nobody knew when to shut the fuck up--
Did you kill him?
I leave that bottom-feeder shit
to somebody else, like your buddy, Virgil.
You got my money, John?
Nah.
No...
We already knew that, right?
It's cold.
You're gonna die out here in the cold--
WHACK!
(fighting)
(struggling)
THUD!
(hitting)
(gun shot firing)
(gun shot firing)
(gun shots firing)
(gun shots firing)
(gun shots firing)
(gun shot firing)
(gun shot firing)
Ugh...
BANG!
<i> Goodman:</i> <i> Okay, so...</i>
All right, tell me again.
Describe her.
She was...young, maybe twenty...
<i>...Dark hair...</i>
<i>...pretty I think...</i>
She was passed out.
<i> But you'd never</i> <i> seen her before,</i>
<i> and she wasn't</i> <i> his girlfriend?</i>
I don't know...
He said she was harmless.
Harmless?
What the fuck you looking at?
You don't remember me?
Nope.
I need to ask you something.
I'm not interested.
What's your name?
Fuck off.
Aiden Ryan.
You remember him?
I don't know what you're talking about.
SMASH!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
CRACK!
Fucking remember him now?!
I don't know anything about him!
Please!
Please what?
Please don't hurt me!
I'm grounded. My father will kill me.
I'm not even supposed to--
Are you fucking kidding me?!
You were with him that night.
What happened?
I don't know. I can't remember.
WHACK!
Try harder!
I don't know!
WHACK!
TRY HARDER!
I don't know--
WHACK-WHACK!
I was so fucked up--
Help me, can you please help me.
Say that again and I will fucking kill you!!!
I thought it was--
And??
(choking)
(choking) Nothing happened...
Who picked you up?
At my place who picked you up?
At my place who picked you up?!
(crying)
(choking)
(deep breaths)
Do you know something?
You gotta remember something--
You gotta remember something.
Hey--
I wanted to go to the funeral...
Please don't hurt me--
(crying)
Please don't hurt me anymore.
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
(Whispering) Hail Mary, mother of God.
(Sigh)
Hail Mary, mother of God. Lord art with thee.
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Blessed art thou...Hail mary...
Hail Mary, mother of God.
The Lord art with the, blessed--
<i> (phone ringing)</i>
Fuck!
This is yours--
This is his--
Thank you.
So, you got any ideas?
Uh...
If it was me, I'd check the rooming houses.
(coughing)
Can't be that many at this point--
(spits)
<i> (phone ringing)</i>
(on phone): Yeah?
(on phone): Oh, okay.
Yeah, go ahead and um... and put her though.
It's personal.
Ms. Ryan, how you doing?
Did you find anything yet?
<i>Goodman on phone:</i> <i>No.</i>
What about the girl? Did you even look?
You know, last I remember, you had no idea
how your brother was spending his evening.
<i>Did something change?</i> <i>Huh?</i>
<i>Ms. Ryan?</i>
WHACK!
SLAM!
Fuck!
WHACK!
(struggling)
Ugh!
WHACK-WHACK!
Get down on your fucking knees--
GET DOWN ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!
All you little fuckers
think you are so fucking smart
waving this with one hand.
Think we don't know what you got in the other one?
That I don't know what you got behind your back?
Come on, John.
We're friends, man--
Tell me about Aiden.
You think I'm fucking stupid?
You could scream.
What do you want?
<i>He did a job for me.</i> <i>A little job, man.</i>
Nothing fucking serious.
He's dead, Virg.
It was years ago, I had nothing to do with it--
BANG!
Ahhhhh! Please!
Come on!
Listen to me!
You wanna know what happened to Aiden,
I'll tell you!
<i>I was looking</i> <i>at your life here...</i>
The photographer's good.
I don't understand.
<i>Yes you do.</i>
I think...
...that you've been expecting me.
You know her?
<i> Yeah.</i>
<i>Looks like fun, no?</i>
In some countries she'd be an adult,
but she was raised here.
I work for her father.
Blackmail?
A good time, a little more of daddy's money.
Who's daddy?
I don't know.
But these people aren't very nice.
You asked her questions.
Oh...
You've changed your mind?
No, I want to know.
Enough to make a deal?
Yeah.
Okay.
First we watch the rest of the tape.
<i>And then...</i>
<i>...you forget all about</i> <i>the girl and her father.</i>
<i>And you forget </i> <i>all about me.</i>
These are his terms, his conditions.
I'm not here to negotiate.
How do I know--
Oh, you have my word.
And you'll want this to be the last time we ever meet.
And this was regular?
From what I hear they've worked it before.
He could be a little bastard,
but I don't see it, man.
Johnny, you're missing it.
Come on, it's a scam.
They were all in on it.
They put themselves on tape.
Daddy gets a peek,
then they hit him up for the contribution.
Not a lot, just a little bit.
Just enough for them all to get by.
Are you sure about this?
I'm sure. Financially,
as this shit goes, it's not a bad idea.
That doesn't seem like Aiden.
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
It wasn't just him.
Is that on?
Right here-- Look at me.
That's right--
<i> FREDDY: Yo, Aiden,</i> <i> you better get</i>
<i> your ass back</i> <i> in here, dog.</i>
<i>AIDEN: What's up?</i>
<i> FREDDY:</i> <i> Get your ass in here.</i>
<i>AIDEN: Holy shit...</i>
Hello.
Are you ready?
Am I ready? Yeah.
Who gives a fuck about him anymore--
<i> Say "Hi daddy."</i>
<i> Say "Hi daddy."</i>
(laughing)
Ha ha ha ha it's funny shit, yeah.
Take my pants off.
(laughing)
You fucking slut. Yes--
(laughing)
Yeah.
Give me the camera--
Come here--
And you killed him for this?
Not only for this.
THUD!
WHACK!
Man, what the fuck? Take it easy!
Shut up and close the door.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
<i>(Aiden coughing)</i>
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Ahhhhhh!
Can I ask you something?
Do you have a brother?
Two.
What if--
Then I would want to know why.
What if I go to the police?
Well, if you think it would help.
<i> SMITH: Look at me.</i>
Hey--
<i> Look at me.</i>
We're not finished.
Come on, man. He's had enough.
<i>AIDEN: Why--?</i>
What?
What did you say?
I don't know--
I said, why?
Because he wants you to understand.
Understand what?
Dignity.
What did you think he was selling?
Come on...man-- What the fuck, man?
All of this for that?
It wasn't even that much.
He gave him the money.
Tell me something.
You're a good-looking boy.
And you're smart, I think.
You have a pretty girl and she likes you,
enough even to go along with your plan.
So what?
So what I want to know is
why are you making it difficult?
Why not just marry her and have everything--
(laughing)
Are you fucking serious?
(laughing)
Why would we want that?
Get out.
Wait a minute, man. What about the money?
I did what you asked. We had a deal.
Leave everything and get out now
before I change my mind.
<i> John: What are you</i> <i> talking about?</i>
He brought her here yesterday.
What the fuck for?
She said you sent her.
bang-bang-bang
Fuck--
There's a bar "Betty's" on fifth.
He's there all the time.
<i>Johnny--</i>
I'm sorry about Aiden.
I just didn't feel it was my place to say anything.
Yeah...
I get it.
<i>SMITH: He made his trade</i> <i>and you can't go back...</i>
You understand?
No.
There are always things you can't do anything about.
<i>But then, there are</i> <i>always things...</i>
...that you can.
<i> (Willa on phone):</i> <i> Hey.</i>
It's me.
Wanna get a drink?
<i> WILLA: Jesus, Aiden...</i>
<i> AIDEN: Shit--</i>
<i>AIDEN: I wake you?</i>
Really?
Whatever.
Pretend like you're not happy to see me,
I don't care.
<i> Aiden:</i> <i> You, um...</i>
<i> (clears throat)</i> <i> You hear from him?</i>
<i>John?</i>
No.
<i>But...</i>
He was never good at keeping in touch.
Right.
<i>It can't be easy</i> <i>for him.</i>
<i>You know,</i> <i>you could always--</i>
<i> No.</i>
<i> You know, I'm getting on</i> <i> with my own life now.</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
Hey.
I gotta say, I'm a bit surprised.
You said to call.
Yeah, but I didn't think you would.
Well--
<i> ♪</i>
<i> I know--</i>
I promised.
<i> ♪</i>
It's done.
<i> ♪</i>
Surprise.
Well, hey, I'm not complaining.
Can we go somewhere and... talk?
<i> ♪</i>
Hey, yo--
I wanted to say something about the other night.
WHACK!
What the fuck are you doing?!
John: Hey!
What the fuck's the matter with you?
SLAM!
Gimme the gun!
WHACK!
God dammit!
I saw the fucking tape, Freddy!
WHACK!
BANG!
John!
You don't have to do this!
You don't have to do this!
WHACK!
Did he hurt you? Did he hurt you--
No, no, no! Come on!
Get off!!!
GET OFF!!!
He was my brother too, man!
Shut the fuck up!
Listen to me--
John!!!
Get off!
Hey, let me deal with this.
Look at me. Let me deal with it.
Get off, John!!!
Hey, come on-- Willa, Please!
Look at me.
You piece of shit--
Why are you doing this?
Fucking piece of shit--
Let me deal with this, okay?
Go!
Hey man, I loved him too.
<i> You know Aiden--</i>
Shut the fuck up!
Man, what the fuck was I supposed to do?
BANG!
Fuck!!!
BANG! BANG!
Put the gun down, Willa--
Just put the gun down.
Put the gun down--
It's okay--
Just put it down. It's okay--
<i> ♪</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): First shot</i> <i> comes from up front,</i>
<i> straight down the draw.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO):</i> <i> Maybe you see a flash,</i>
<i> but you won't hear it.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): There's someone</i> <i> you know, goes down.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO):</i> <i> Somebody else is screaming</i>
<i> for you to take cover.</i>
<i> Flank of eyes</i> <i> chewing into you.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): And if</i> <i> they chose their spot well...</i>
<i> You got your back</i> <i> against the wall.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): See it doesn't</i> <i> matter what you believe.</i>
<i> When you're pinned down,</i>
<i> you make</i> <i> your deals with God.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): </i> <i> "Just get me out of this."</i>
<i> "Get us out of this,</i> <i> and I swear..."</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): </i> <i> But there's no rewind.</i>
<i> And...</i> <i> knowing how it works...</i>
<i> ...that don't help.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): When an</i> <i> ambush is properly executed,</i>
<i> there's no reason</i> <i> to expect anything less</i>
<i> than a 100%</i> <i> casualty rate.</i>
<i> JOHN (VO): When</i> <i> the first guy went down,</i>
<i> you knew. </i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
<i> ♪</i>
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