-Everyone down.
Down on the floor.
Down on the ground.
Just listen to me, and no one will get hurt.
Lock the door.
Lock it.
Wake up.
Wake up, sleepy head.
-Hi.
Hey, are you OK?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Why?
-I don't know.
It's just these past couple days you just seem different.
-I'm OK.
-Look, we're going to make this work.
We're going to get on our feet.
We're going to get out of this town.
We're never going to look back.
Ever.
This whole county was Indians.
Just open land as far as the eye could see.
You know how the settlers took over?
-I heard they won it in a poker game.
-I'm serious here.
OK.
They had superior fire power?
Nope.
More complicated than that.
They couldn't just go in there guns blazing.
They were hopelessly outnumbered.
What they did was they pitted the tribes against each other
and they stirred up a whole bloody Indian war.
After the dust settled and the tribes had just about wiped
each other out, those old generals
just waltzed in and took it for themselves.
-At least they got to keep the casinos.
I'm telling you, we've been cursed ever since.
Cursed?
No, I'm not cursed.
You're cursed.
-You guys ready?
-Yeah.
You OK?
-Yeah.
Usually I'm the jittery one.
-All right.
We got this.
Get your game face on.
-Everyone down.
Down on the floor.
Down on the ground.
Just listen to me, and no one will get hurt.
-Just do as we say, and you can get back
to robbin' everybody else, you got?
-Stay down.
-Lock the door.
-I got it.
What the fuck was that?
-It's OK.
You're going to be OK.
No one's going to get hurt.
-Get your cell phone out now.
You got a cell phone?
-Here.
-What about you?
Huh, the purse?
Great.
How about you, granny?
Jesus Christ.
-Hey, hey, hey.
What the fuck you talking to her for?
Get over there in the corner.
You, too.
Hurry up.
Hey, hurry up.
Now, now.
Move, move, move.
-Stop right there.
-Sam?
-Hut.
-Go, go.
-All right here we go.
Right F, 32 dive.
No, listen up.
10, 43, action.
-Sam, what's the point?
We're down by 14, man.
The game's over.
-We're not going to lie down.
We're going to finish This.
Come on.
-I'm with you.
-On one.
Ready.
-Come on.
-Ready.
Set.
Hut.
You look pretty good for a guy
who just got his ass kicked.
-Oh, really?
What?
-I just want to remember you like this.
Just like the way you are right now.
Before you go off to your big fancy college,
big fancy scholarship.
Your fans are going to be screaming and all the girls.
-I want to be with you, and that's never going to change.
Kate?
You look beautiful.
-You're just saying that.
-Hey.
Come here.
I just want to be able to take care of you.
-Well, I can take care of myself.
-No, I mean really take care of you.
We used to have plans, you know?
-I know.
They're all going to happen.
Everything's going to turn around.
It's just going to take a little more time than we thought.
That's all.
I gotta go.
-OK.
-Don't be late for work.
-I won't.
-Look, look, I get it, all right?
You want to work hard, make an honest living, do it
the way dad did it.
But let me tell you something, in case you haven't noticed,
that whole American dream?
That-- that ship has sailed.
The world doesn't work like that anymore.
-You want to see me selling dope?
It's not about drugs.
It's about us.
It's family.
You're my little brother, and I'm trying to help you out.
I know you're in a tight spot right now.
-And you've got it all figured out?
-I hope he doesn't think he's giving you advice out here.
-How's it going, Annie?
-Oh, it's going.
She needs to take a nap.
Oh, Justice is so sleepy.
I know.
-Sam, I'm not just telling you this to hear myself talk.
This could be a good thing for both of us.
-Yeah.
I better go.
-Come on.
Bring it in.
Keep punching that clock.
-Yeah.
-Hey, come on in.
Yo, you need a beer?
Anything?
-No, I'm good.
-Yo, we're going upstairs.
-All right.
Sweet.
You don't want to smoke one?
-I gotta get back.
-You catch the game last night?
-No, I missed it.
-I thought everyone around here watched the games.
-Actually, the dude used to play.
A couple of years ago, right?
He busted his ankle first game out.
-That's terrible.
You got any E?
-What you see is what you get.
-Sweet, all right.
Well, nice doing business with you.
-Yeah.
-Come back with some E.
-This is the last one tonight?
-Last one.
-Let's get the hell out of here.
Oh, hang on.
I got a little something for you.
-Oh, shit.
Thanks, man.
It's not bad.
-It's good to have you back.
-Dude, that was good.
-Hey, what do you think the markup is on E?
-It's a hell of a lot better than weed.
Why do you ask?
-Just thinking.
-All right.
-Sam?
-Hey.
-Where have you been?
-I thought I told you I was picking up an extra shift.
-I went down there, Sam.
I went to the factory.
I thought I'd bring you some lunch, and you weren't there
and they said you got laid off.
So tell me where you were and tell me what you were doing,
and don't lie to me.
What is that?
-I figured I ought to make something
out of my college experience.
-You're working for Mike?
-This is for us.
-This is not for us, Sam.
I don't need this.
-You want to raise our kid here?
What about getting out of here?
Getting out of this town?
-You're not a criminal.
You're not Mike.
You don't even know the first thing about it.
-It turn out there's not much to it.
-Do I have any say in this?
-How long have we been saving?
Every week you put half your tips in there,
and at the end of the month it's all gone.
And we still can't pay the bills.
-I get it.
But where does it end?
Get them over there. In the corner.
Now. Go.
-You think you can come in here and threaten me?
Come in here with a gun?
Who the hell do you think you are?
-The money you stole, that's all we want.
Just give us the keys to the safe.
-Who are you?
Robin Hood?
-Hey, check his desk for the keys.
-Go ahead.
Look all you want.
There's nothing in there.
I never keep the keys on site.
Your father'd be really proud of you right now.
-Don't.
Don't you talk about that.
There's nothing in there.
He's lucky he didn't live to see this.
Pathetic.
-No keys.
-That's what I told you.
-You want to play it that way, pops?
-Look, I've been telling you, there's nothing in there.
You're just not listening to me.
Just give us the money and let us get out of here.
You wouldn't be lying to us?
-Fuck you.
-Look at that tall drink of water.
Sweet baby Owen.
Did they pop your cherry in there?
-Lick me.
-Well, sweet cheeks, the important thing
is did you learn your lesson?
-I learned never to underestimate a mall cop.
-No, numb nuts, don't get caught.
Don't get caught.
You better not have said nothing to nobody in there.
-I'd say shit.
You better not have or I'll kill you.
I'll drop your body off somewhere
where nobody'll ever find it.
Not even your dear old dad.
-Don't be writing no checks you can't cash, Tuckey.
-Oh, come on.
I was just playing.
You guys know that.
-Dad, why do you hang out with these assholes?
-Come on, now, son.
Make up and be nice.
You don't want to hurt anybody's feelings.
You got anything lined up?
-Actually, yeah.
Sam wants me to do a couple runs with him.
-Wow.
Mr. All-American?
-You know, it's a good gig.
These college kids will pay top dollar for some shit
that Mike gets in the city for nothing.
-Don't get mixed up with people like that.
-Sam?
We've been best friends since I was three.
-There's two rules that everybody knows.
First one is don't go in with anybody
who's got more to lose than you do.
-What's the other rule?
-You got cement in your ears?
Don't get caught.
-All right.
Just keep your mouth shut, OK?
-What am I going to say?
-Nothing.
I'm going to do all the talking.
-Sam, tell your brother I'm going to pound him
if he says one more thing to me.
-Sam, could you tell your stupid idiot friend
that if he blows this dea-- you're going to make us
go back to Everett with nothing but our dicks in our hands.
-You guys, just take it easy.
-Is that a antelope?
-You got our E or what?
-Hey, what'd I say?
-E's for fucking punks.
This is the real shit.
Molly.
No additives, no preservatives, just 100% pure MDMA.
You unload this at 25 a pop, you boys'll
make yourself a nice little profit.
Not bad for a few days' work.
I feel good about this.
I like you guys.
Huh?
Come on, let's celebrate.
Hm?
There you go.
Nice.
-Uh, no.
-Don't mind if I do.
-I'm trusting you boys was $62,000 of my product.
I all know about Lawrence, right?
I don't want another Lawrence situation.
-He's onto us.
-If he was onto us, he would have already pulled us over.
-Mike!
-What?
-Just relax, man.
-I'm going to turn off up here, and if he turns off too,
then we'll know that he's onto us.
Green light, boys.
-Go, go, go, go.
Fuck, man.
We're fine.
What are you doing?
Hey, hey, don't do this.
-I'm not going back to prison again.
-Owen!
-God dammit.
-One second.
-Doug's going to kill us.
-Mike.
-Fucking idiot.
What the fuck are we going to do now?
-We got to go back. -Go back where?
-To Doug.
Tell him what happened, ask for more time.
-Who do you think you're talking about?
-He's a businessman.
He doesn't get anything out of us being dead.
-He's a killer, Sam.
-If he kills us, he gets nothing.
-He gets insurance that nobody will ever fuck him over again.
-Sam, you don't know how this works.
You do not show up to a guy like Doug empty-handed.
No way.
So we, uh, we ran into a little trouble.
The cops were all over us.
We had to dump the drugs.
We're going to get your money, we just--
we just need a little more time.
-Children are supposed to be afraid of fairy tales.
It's through these stories they learn to fear the big bad wolf,
beware the old lady who lives in the candy cane house,
and the troll under the bridge.
Each one is a little warning.
The messages, they've-- they've become forgotten.
They lose their power.
So stories, they need to be retold.
I like you, man.
I prefer a happy ending.
You got 48 hours.
-If we're going to pull this off, we better have a plan.
Entrance, main office, four employees, Pete's office,
Pete's safe.
Average police response time is 8 to 10 minutes.
-What's the security like?
-None.
We're in and out in seven minutes.
-Oh, shit.
Uh, robbery in progress.
I request backup.
3013.
Request 3013 Colby.
Repeat, request backup.
Robbery in progress.
10-4.
3013 Colby Avenue.
Requesting additional units.
Will advise.
Proceed with caution.
All available units--
Hey, just give us the money and let us get out of here.
-Pete?
-What the fuck is going on back there?
-Jesus, man.
Hey, enough.
-Then you get the keys.
-Please just let us go.
Somebody please shut her the fuck up.
Get the fuck-- get on the ground.
-She's scared.
She's scared.
-Didn't I tell you not to fucking touch her?
This isn't your problem, all right?
Just stay cool.
This is not about you.
-Pu the gun down.
What are you doing here?
-I know all about you guys.
-Jerome--
How do you know-- how do you-- how do you know anything?
What the fuck are you talking about?
-Put it down.
-You put it down.
-And your dinner is served.
-Thank you.
-I even snuck in extra coleslaw.
Don't tell.
Why do they make you do this?
If you're, like, you know.
-Nobody makes me do anything.
Plus, they say it's actually good to be on your feet.
It, uh, helps the baby get into position.
So, you got any big plans tonight?
-Just, uh, just heading over to the tavern.
-Oh, the tavern?
Is that right?
Is there anybody you're looking to see over there?
-No.
-No one named, I don't know, Brandy?
What did I tell you about her?
-I know.
I know.
-And you just keep going back?
-Did you ever wish that things were different?
You know, like, in your life?
-Jerome, you think I want to be working here everyday living
in a shoebox waiting for this baby to pop?
-I--
-Look, if you see my fiance there,
you tell him the beer's cheaper in our fridge, all right?
-Yeah.
-All right.
Have a good night.
-Face it, we're fucked.
-We're not fucked, we just need to come up with a game plan.
-I may have something.
If you were going to rob someone, who would it be?
-Somebody rich.
-Yeah.
Rich-- rich is good, but how about somebody
who couldn't say shit about it?
-Like?
-Back at Thanksgiving, while you and K were eating your pumpkin
pie, Uncle Pete wouldn't shut up about his new boat,
I got some information.
-You want to steal from Uncle Pete?
-Yeah.
He can't say shit because he's already in it up to his elbows.
Remember when he had to get that call and he went outside?
I went outside to smoke, and I heard
him talk about some guy named Fergus.
Fergus did what?
Are you kidding me?
Jesus Christ.
He shot himself?
Look, don't you be going all chicken shit on me here.
Just keep your mind on what this is all about.
All of that cash.
Fuck Fergus.
That bastard'd be singing like a canary anyway.
This is a better split.
Two ways instead of three.
-So I did some detective work, and it turns out
that our friend Fergus, the one who killed himself,
is formerly of Everett Bank and Trust,
and he had been under indictment for fraud.
Check this out.
More than $500,000 in cash still unaccounted for.
-Holy shit.
-Sam worked for him all through high school.
He knows better than anyone.
Anything that Uncle Pete gives two shits about
is in that little save in his office, right?
-That was years ago.
-Uncle Pete's the kind of guy who's
been wearing the same suit for 20 years.
You're the kind of guy who makes
assumptions that are not always right.
Same, this is our way out.
It's perfect.
What's he going to say?
I stole some money and then they stole it from me?
And then he goes to jail, too.
-Hey, can I, uh-- Brandy.
Oh, man, Brandy.
-What do you know about robbery anyone?
-It's not a real robbery.
We just walk in and take it.
-Yo, shut up.
-You guys look so serious.
-Hey, Brandy.
-We're, uh, we're busy.
-Can I buy you guys some shots?
-Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Thanks.
Thanks, Brandy.
-What are you doing, man?
-What?
What do you mean what am I doing?
She asked if we could have shots.
I said yes.
-My parents are sleeping.
Hey, come here.
What are you doing? -What?
Let me just get a beer. -Nope.
You're coming with me.
-I gotta go.
-Wait.
Talk to me.
-I just got to get out of here.
This-- this was a mistake.
-You've-- you have everything.
Man, you have everything that you want.
-What are you talking about?
-Any girl.
They-- they just throw themselves at you.
-You don't know me.
I don't know anything about me.
-Jerome.
Jerome, just stay cool.
Just stay cool.
Stay cool.
Lock the door.
-Fuck.
I thought I locked it.
-Jerome, give me the gun.
Hey, face the way.
I just can't let your guys do this.
Sure you can.
We're not even stealing.
The money's already been stolen.
-This is my job.
-Jerome, listen to me.
We need this money.
We need it.
We've-- we've all known each other a long time.
Soon this'll all be over.
You'll never hear from us again.
Just give me the gun, Jerome.
Give me the gun.
-Whoa, fuck.
-What the hell?
-What the--
-Don't stop the party on my account, boys.
-Put the gun down.
-Don't point that gun at me.
-Was that--
-Mike?
Mike?
Mike.
Mike, Mike, stay with me.
Stay with me, Mike.
Stay with me.
-Here's to you, the man with the plan.
-It's a little early to celebrate if you ask me.
-What are you worried about?
-Come on, it's a robbery.
A million things could go wrong.
-Like what?
-Do you remember the gas station robbery out on Route 12?
-Sure.
-What did you hear?
Uh, one comes in, Randy pulls out a gun and fucking
shoots him and saves the today?
Yeah.
-Come on, Randy?
-I don't know.
I don't fucking know Randy.
-You know Randy.
The motherfucker with the shit in his ears and--
-I know Randy, but I don't him that well.
Maybe he fucking got lucky.
-OK.
Well, two guys come in the store--
-I thought there was only one guy.
-You gotta fucking listen to me.
Just let me tell the story.
Two guys come in, ski masks on, coming in with guns,
pull Randy over the counter.
-Gives us the combination.
-Hurry up . Give it up.
-I don't know.
They don't fucking give us the combination.
Please don't fucking--
-You killed him.
Zip freaks out, pulls his mask off, looses his shit,
gets caught on the security camera, the guy
that he's with-- boom-- bang him in the chest,
lays him out, leaves the gun, Randy takes the credit,
and as we know it today, Randy is this fucking
bad-ass gas station gunslinger.
-Where'd you hear that?
It doesn't matter where I heard it.
I'm just saying we got to be ready for anything.
I'm not saying you guys are going
to lose your shit like Zip, but we have to have a plan.
This seven minutes and out fantasy is not a plan.
-Sounds like a plan to me.
It's a stick up, it's not rocket science.
Why?
Because you say so?
- Oh, you got a better idea? - Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
Are you a fucking master criminal?
-I don't fucking flush drugs when I don't have to,
you fucking idiot.
-Mike.
-We're trying to come up with a plan.
-I was trying to save us all from the cops.
Why you got to bring that shit up?
-That cop wasn't going to come-- -You guys, this isn't helping.
Maybe we are crazy.
Maybe we should just go to the cops.
-You want to go to the fucking cops?
- And Say what? - No way.
Fuck.
-That's crazy.
-We could tell that about Doug.
That's got be worth something.
-We can't-- if we tell them about Doug,
we will find a way to kill us, all right?
All right, stop, stop, stop.
We're going to go in there, get the money, and get out of town.
All right?
Enough of this pussy worrying.
No one at Uncle Pete's is going to want to get shot.
They're going roll over and show us the goods.
We'll be in and out in seven minutes.
Like my brother said.
We should have code names.
What's the point?
Uh, so that we can talk to each other
without using our actual names.
That's ridiculous.
It's fucking awesome.
-It's actually not the worst idea he's ever had.
-If we need each other's attention,
we could just say like, yo, you know?
Hey, get over.
-Give me all you money.
-That's pretty good.
That's pretty good.
-Come on, man, be serious.
-Oh, yeah?
You want to go?
Gorilla versus Death.
I fucking can't see.
Hey.
Jesus, man.
That's good.
That's scary.
-Fucking $14 for a piece of plastic.
Lucky I got that five-finger discount.
Worked out real good last time.
-This all?
-Yeah.
-How's Justice?
-She's good.
She's getting big.
-I bet she's a cutie just like her papa.
By the way, Brandy's been talking some shit about you.
Says you're a big asshole.
-Oh, yeah?
Doesn't know what she's talking about.
-That's what I said.
You want a bag for this?
Uh, naw.
-Yes.
Just put it in the bag.
By, Kirsten.
-Bye.
-You might want to keep that hidden.
-It's in a bag.
What's in the bag?
-Nothing.
-It don't look like nothing.
-Hey, pops.
How you doing?
-One of you suckers got a cigarette?
-Yeah, got you covered.
-Much obliged.
These bastards are up to some bullshit.
I can smell it.
-Dude.
-I've been saving this for a rainy day.
You got an arsenal.
You never know when you're going
to nee some superior firepower.
Look, don't point it at me.
- It's loaded and ready to go. - What?
- Seriously. - Yeah.
All right.
If we get in there and we get 500 Gs,
take away the 60 that we owe Doug, split it between us,
we're still going to be way ahead of the game.
Is it 145?
145.
145 G's each.
All right.
Who's next?
This is no time to lose sight of the plan.
-Fuck you.
-Stay focused.
What is he talking about, Sam?
- Let us go, please. - What's going on?
Look at what you've done.
You killed her.
-Shut up.
You saw it, the bitch went crazy.
I didn't have a choice.
No, this is your fault.
You did this.
-We're lucky she only shot one of us.
-There is no "us," Tuckey.
-I ain't dropping this gun, boy.
And I ain't gonna die.
You gonna tell him or should I?
Sam, what the hell is going on?
-We're closed, Tuck.
Come back tomorrow.
-Oh, I got a sweet tooth.
You know.
How about a piece of that pie?
That-a girl.
-Whipped cream on that?
-Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
You ever think about getting out of this town?
-Doubt you picked that lock for the small talk.
-Ran into your boy the other day.
Seemed like he was up to some strange shit.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-Oh, I don't know.
Seemed like he and his friend Owen were up to a little caper.
-I-- I don't know what you're talking about.
-You know.
-Look, Tuck, I'm pregnant, and my heart's racing really
fast right now so whatever you're doing here,
it's not funny.
OK?
So can you just leave, please?
-I wasn't trying to be funny.
And as far as I'm know, an increased heart rate
never hurt a fetus.
I saw a TV show about a pregnant woman who
fell eight stories, landed flat on her belly,
deader than a door nail, but her baby-- her baby was just fine.
Boo.
-I got her pretty good, didn't I?
-Shut up, Brucey.
Look at your sweet belly.
Just do it for the kid, Kate.
Tell me what I need to know.
-I don't know anything.
I already told you.
-That's OK.
Cause I bet you mean something to somebody.
-Sam, why wouldn't you say anything?
-That's right.
Let's finish this, fucking amateurs.
-Don't fucking look at me.
You turn around and look at the wall.
-I am not Sam.
I will not hesitate to blow your kidneys, intestines, bladder,
and everything else all over this floor.
Now, give me the keys to the safe.
See how easy that was?
-That money's not going to change you.
You'll still be the same old piece of shit
you've always been.
OK.
-Sam?
God, he's going to kill him.
-Wake up.
Wake up, sleepy head.
-Hi.
-Hey.
Are you OK?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Why?
-It's just that these past couple days
you seem a little bit different.
-I'm OK.
-Hey, I was doing the laundry earlier
and I saw you had Uncle Pete's card in your pocket.
Is he finally going to give you a job down there?
-Something like that.
-Is there something you're not telling me?
-No.
Nothing.
Don't worry about it.
-Look, we're going to make this work.
We're going to get on our feet, we're
going to get out of this town, and we're
never going to look back.
Ever.
Sam?
Sam, wake the fuck up.
-Where the fuck are you going?
I'm not going anywhere.
-Get the fuck over there with them.
Yeah, scurry.
You fucking idiot.
Get the fuck on your belly.
How do you like it?
Make sure you've interlocked your fingers behind your back.
You ever had that happen to you, motherfucker?
That's what I'm talking about.
-Let's just get out of here.
-It ain't that simple.
-What are you talking about?
-We got two dead bodies already.
Any more, and that ain't going to matter in a court of law.
So you can die with them or come with me.
It's your call.
-I'm not killing anyone.
What the fuck are you doing?
Get against the wall.
Sam, hurry the fuck up.
Keep fucking looking at me like that.
I'm going to bust your face up.
I promise you.
Get up.
-Remember what your daddy taught you?
Don't get caught.
-What's up?
-I thought I was a big asshole.
-Where'd you hear that?
-Everywhere.
-I'm sorry.
-Look, look, look.
Hey, you know about me and Annie.
For the sake of Justice now I can't keep running around.
-You weren't thinking about Justice the other night.
-Yeah, because I was thinking with my dick.
-I like that line of thought.
-Brandy.
-So you want me to be a little more discreet.
I get it.
-OK.
Seriously, look, look, hey, hey.
Hey, you're a beautiful girl.
You're great.
It's just-- it's not going to--
-Come on.
Don't play hard to get.
What's this?
-It's nothing.
-You need a lift?
-No, I'm fine.
-Now-- come on. It's cold outside.
-No.
I'm fine.
-All right.
Well, I'm-- I'm just going to drive alongside
you until you make it home safe.
-Fine.
Want to give me a ride?
Give me a ride if it makes you happy.
-Tomorrow.
-Tomorrow it is.
-I've never been in the front of one of these before.
What am I doing?
He's got a kid and a wife.
He's bad news.
Oh, God.
-Are-- are-- are-- are you OK?
-You gotta pull over.
-OK.
-Pull over.
Pull over.
-OK.
OK.
-He's a fucking asshole, isn't he?
-Would you get back in the car?
-You know what he had in his pants?
He had a gun.
It was loaded.
I could tell.
-Don't make up stories.
-I don't know what he's going to do with it,
but he is up to something.
I know that.
-You've had a few drinks, all right?
Just-- just simmer down.
-I'm not lying.
He showed it to me and everything.
-Just come on. Get in the car.
Here you go.
-Thanks, Jerome.
You've been real sweet.
Oh, my God.
Gross.
Jerome, what are you doing?
Look, I'm sorry.
I gotta go.
-Hey, baby, I'm just on my way home.
Well, hello, cutie pie.
-Who the fuck is this?
-It's you're new partner.
Now you do what I tell you.
You don't say a word to anyone else,
and maybe you'll get to see your girlfriend again.
You got it?
Hello?
Sam?
Is that you?
-What's going on, babe?
-Um, it's nothing.
All right.
Bye.
I love you, Justice.
Did you call me last night?
-Yeah.
By mistake.
-Oh.
You see that moon?
Yeah.
-What do they say about a full moon?
Is that good luck or bad luck?
Full moon.
They say it's good luck.
It's good luck.
I'll go get him.
This whole county was Indians.
It was just open land as far as the eye could see.
You know how the settlers took over?
I heard they won it in a poker game.
I'm serious here.
OK.
They had superior firepower.
-No.
It was more complicated than that.
They couldn't just go in there guns blazing.
They were hopelessly outnumbered.
-Bruce?
You know you're never going to see him again.
-Still not listening to you.
-What do you think Tuckey's going
to do when we gets all that money?
You think he's going to rush back here to share it with you.
-I know Tuckey better than anyone.
-That's right.
You do.
Every second that you sit there is another second Tuckey
has to get away with all that cash.
-Goddammit.
Shut up.
-I mean, you said it yourself.
You know him better than anyone.
Wait.
-Let's go.
-What are you doing?
Stop.
No.
-You thought I was just going to leave
you here all by your lonesome?
Just let us go.
Quiet.
Let's stop.
Just-- I know things have gotten out of control,
but just stop for a second and think about what you're doing.
Two people are already dead.
Just get out of here.
Just-- just go while you still have the chance.
We just want to live, and I'm not sure that
that's-- that's what you want too.
You know, you don't want a shoot out or a standoff.
Just take what you want and go.
-That is some coincidence you coming in here.
Bet you wish you never walked through that door.
-Please-- please don't kill me.
-Maybe you should've thought about that before you stuck
your nose in other people's bees wax.
-Tuckey, you're not going to kill these people.
-No.
I've done enough killing for today.
This is your show.
Go on.
Do what your heart tells you.
What are you doing, Sam?
Please.
Please, Sam.
Sam?
I know she loves you very much.
That-a boy.
-Please, Sam.
No.
I figured as much.
Don't shoot.
We're coming out.
-This is the police.
Come out with your hands above your head.
-We're fucked, man.
-We have you surrounded.
Put down your weapon.
You have one minute.
-This is your final warning.
Prepare to fire.
Fire.
-There's no way out, boy.
We're coming out.
Hold your fire.
Get that hallway.
I want every room cleared.
-Mike's dead.
We fucked up.
I'm so sorry.