Lights Out (2024)

[bunniefuu]

Be advised, we are in a bad situation

that we can't really get spots on ground.

Jimmy, hey, we're on the west side,

left-hand side of the valley,

approaching one now.

Go! Now! Move!

Watch it.

Hey, Duff! Ford's been hit.

We gotta go back for him.

Let's move.

-Duff, let's go!

-Go!

Come on!

Contact!

On me. Let's go. Come on.

Hey. Let me see.

You're okay. Look at me. Look at me.

You're okay. You're okay.

I need you to breathe. Breathe.

Hey, we don't f*cking die.

We don't f*cking die.

Thanks a lot, brother.

What can I get you, papi?

Anything cold.

Yeah, that's right.

Go ahead, deal them up.

m*therf*cker.

f*ck me.

You got a problem, chief?

No, no problem here.

I was wondering

if you could get one more in.

You got money,

we'd be happy to take it off you.

-What's the buy-in?

-Two hundred dollars.

What about this?

Make room for the stranger, boys.

He just paid for a place.

Two hundred dollars.

Don't spend it all at once.

I see you, and I'm all in.

Quite a poker face you have, chief.

Only face I got.

Just showed you my ball sack.

What you gonna do?

I'm a little light.

Yeah, you are.

The f*ck you think you're doing?

I'm winning.

f*cking son of a bitch.

You're a f*cking cheater.

Give me the watch.

Try and take it, assh*le.

I think I'll just let my boys decide.

Hey!

Jesus f*cking Christ!

You are a bad m*therf*cker.

I can't kick your ass.

I should sh**t you

right where you f*cking stand.

I'm standing right here.

You ain't taking my bike.

You can keep the f*cking bike.

I'm taking my money

and I'm taking my watch.

You f*cking guys are pathetic.

Jesus Christ!

How you doing?

Fosco.

Yeah, that's right. It's Max.

Yeah. I'm back in town, baby.

Hey, listen, let me ask you a question.

Still having that thing tomorrow?

Yeah, I'll be there.

And I'm bringing a friend with me too.

-Hey.

-Hey.

I know you?

No, I just wanted to--

All right, we'll go with the hard sell.

All right, look.

The name's Max.

I was in the bar last night.

I saw you in action.

I gotta tell you,

you got some amazing skills, my friend.

So, look, how about this?

How about you let a brother

buy you breakfast while you hear me out?

You know, some eggs, some bacon,

maybe a little chorizo.

Listen...

if you don't like what I have to say,

if you're not interested,

then, hey, we can just part ways.

No harm, no foul.

Besides, breakfast is the cheapest meal

of the day anyway.

I know you don't know me,

but I know fighters.

And that skillset you got there

could be a f*cking gold mine...

if it were to be exploited

by the right per--

That's a great speech, man.

I got no desire to be exploited.

-Just--

-My country did that.

All right, look, just tell me...

how much money did you make last night?

Enough.

Enough for what?

One, maybe two more nights

in some shitty motel?

What if you could make enough

to stay in a decent place for,

I don't know, a month? Maybe even more.

I would tell you

that I'm not one for laying down roots.

There has to be something

that you want, right?

Come on. Something that you need.

Everybody needs something.

I don't need anything, man.

Everything I need is right in that bag.

I can tell you

what you're not gonna find in that bag.

Enlighten me.

An outlet.

Yeah.

I saw you last night.

More importantly,

I saw that look in your face.

That look in your eyes.

You didn't just wanna

choke that clown out.

You wanted to make sure he understood

that you had something that

you were trying to prove to the world--

Hey. Don't think

that you f*cking know me.

-I didn't say that I know you.

-Don't.

I didn't say that I know you.

But I do know that f*cking look.

It's the same look my brother had

when he came home from Afghanistan.

It was probably the same look he had

when he put that g*dd*mn Glock

in his mouth and he squeezed the trigger.

Last night I did what I had to do.

That's it.

Yeah. I understand that.

But you got a lot of anger inside you...

and if you don't find a way

to let that sh*t out,

it's gonna eat you alive.

You're full of sh*t.

And if you don't get it out,

that sh*t will eat you alive.

You know, you are one

hard f*cking sell, my friend.

I don't even know what you're selling.

Then why not let me show you?

Place your bet, you f*cking m*therf*ckers.

You degenerate assholes.

Wanna tell me what the hell's going on?

This, my friend,

this is your f*cking outlet.

My outlet?

-Is this what I think it is?

-What do you want me to say, huh?

You know the first rule of fight club.

Just wait here.

-My man.

-Yo, Maxie, what's up?

What's up, brother? How you doing, man?

Listen up, man. I need to talk to you.

My man right there.

He's good, I'm telling you.

Okay? Do me one solid.

Okay, no more bets, assholes.

No more bets, pendejos. That's it.

No more f*cking bets.

Okay, come on.

Go! Get the f*ck back there. Come on.

It's my f*cking turn to speak. Come on.

So you all know the rules.

The guy at the hospital afterwards

is the winner.

The loser is the guy at the morgue.

In a real fight,

there are no f*cking rules.

Are you ready? Are you ready?

Are you ready? So let's f*cking fight!

Come on, bitch.

Come on.

Yeah! That's right.

Too slow, bitch. Come on.

Yeah, yeah?

Yeah!

Get this piece of sh*t out of here.

Get him out.

You suck. You kidding me?

Get the f*ck out.

Okay, now for those

who aren't already broke and destitute,

we got a special event.

You know Karloff.

Karloff!

Hold on! Hold on. No!

Hey, hey! Shut the f*ck up.

I know some of you are eager

to put your money on this guy,

on the big boy,

aka Frankenstein's monster.

But you know what?

We have an unknown quantity for you

to risk your hard-earned cash on.

Today, I'm gonna give you--

Maxie, what's your boy's name?

Oh, sh*t.

What the hell is your name, anyway?

-Spit it out.

-No f*cking way.

-What are you talking about?

-No f*cking way.

Can't leave me standing here.

I bought you breakfast.

-Bought me f*cking breakfast?

-Yeah.

Cheapest meal of the f*cking day.

No harm, no foul.

No f*cking way.

Looks like we have ourselves

a f*cking p*ssy here.

Is that it? Are you a wet f*cking p*ssy?

You f*cking coward!

You f*cking coward!

You heard me. You're a f*cking coward.

You know what, guys? If he stays,

I'll give you 10-to-1 on the wet p*ssy.

Do your thing.

You degenerate m*therf*ckers.

Go get him.

Easy f*cking money, Max.

You should get your head examined.

Yeah.

Yeah! Yeah! Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Easy f*cking money, huh?

Yeah, my ass. Pay up.

Come on. Thank you.

f*ck.

-Hey, hold up.

-Cop car!

m*therf*cker!

Rolled just in time, baby.

Don't make me regret this.

What you got to regret, huh?

You just kicked some f*cking ass.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Here you go.

What's this?

-Your winnings.

-My winnings?

Yeah. For the fight.

I didn't place a bet.

I did, on your behalf.

You used my f*cking money?

Look, you handed me your bag.

I saw the money inside, all right?

Fosco was offering 10-to-1 on you winning.

I saw your skills.

I knew you couldn't lose.

My skills.

So why didn't you use your own money?

I would have, except I spent all of mine

buying you breakfast.

Oh, and just for full transparency,

I took a little commission on that.

For, you know, administrative costs.

Administrative costs?

Hey...

-You got a place to stay in L.A.?

-Nah, not yet.

Don't worry about that. I've got you.

Oh, well, if you got me...

I feel much better.

I'm glad you do.

What is wrong with you?

What are you looking for?

-Baby, what are you looking for?

-Nothing. Nothing!

I'm not looking for anything.

Just watch out.

-It's all good. It's all good, baby.

-Mom?

-Did you take my stuff?

-What?

-Did you take my stuff?

-Calm down.

-Mom!

-Oh, baby.

-You ass!

-Don't touch me.

-Go! Get out! Get the f*ck out!

-No! Come on. No!

Mom?

-Get the f*ck out! Get out! Get out!

-Baby! Baby!

-Get the f*ck out!

-Hey!

-No!

-Stan, get the f*ck out of my house.

-Hey! Hey! What's this?

-You can't do this.

Who the f*ck are you, man?

Get the f*ck out of here.

-You okay?

-I'm fine.

-You sure?

-I'm fine.

-Hey.

-When the f*ck did you get out?

Just in time.

Who the f*ck is it?

f*ck.

-What's up, Stan?

-No, man. f*ck.

-Where you going, Stan?

-I'm packing to come see f*cking Sage.

It's all good.

Let's go. Sage is waiting.

It's good. It's good.

Go ahead. I'll follow you.

I don't give a f*ck.

-I don't give a f*ck. Let's go. Let's go.

-Come on, man. I don't wanna...

Do we have to go there?

I know what the f*ck is--

Let's go.

Stan.

Stan the Man. How you doing, baby?

Sage.

Good to see you.

Yeah, good to see you, Stan.

-We got a problem.

-We do?

There's a problem? Yeah.

The problem is your books are light.

There's a shitload of money missing

and nobody's telling me anything.

So, what the f*ck?

Where's my money?

Are we talking about my money?

Now, see here? You make me look bad

in front of the company.

You both got it all wrong, though.

Oh, good, so there's no problem.

I've got your money. It's just--

Whoa, you f*cking bitch.

Sage, come on. You know me.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

Just...

It's all right, baby.

It's your lucky day.

Hi.

Come here.

If you tell me the truth,

I won't be upset.

Come on, Stan. Think, fucker.

I know where it is.

It's at my girlfriend's house.

We can go get it right now.

We can get in my car and go.

Do you know what he's talking about?

Please.

Good. Then you clean up the f*cking mess.

f*ck me! Come on. He was an earner.

If you don't get me my f*cking money,

you'll be dealing with people

that make me look like Snow White.

How am I supposed to get

the money from him now?

Handle the f*cking body.

-Are we good?

-No, we're f*cking not.

-The money?

-I don't wanna f*cking talk about it.

Kincaid.

sh*t. Give us 20 minutes.

g*ng sh**ting, six dead.

Shocker.

Look at you. Building and fixing things.

Well, Max said I had to earn my keep.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Oh, I fixed your sink too.

It had no pressure.

-What? That's amazing. Thank you.

-You're welcome.

It's nice to have

some real help around here.

Oh, and I fixed your bathroom light.

You're welcome.

-Thank you.

-Yeah.

Get-- Go in the house.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Sage.

Max Bomer. I heard you were out.

Yeah. Made parole about two weeks ago.

Two weeks?

Man, that's a long time.

I thought we were friends, Max.

I didn't hear from you once.

You didn't call. You didn't DM me.

I was on the road, all right?

But I'm here now.

Yes, you are.

Where's my f*cking money?

Now, look, obviously it's not all of it.

But it's just, you know,

a good faith gesture, you know.

-Oh, is that it?

-Yeah.

That's nice. I appreciate that.

I don't think it's gonna cut it, though,

because it's like 39 short.

Thirty-nine?

No, no, no. When I went away, it was 20.

You think the juice stopped

when you went inside?

Max, you know, they wanted

to f*ck you up when you were in there,

and I wouldn't let them, you know why?

You're a f*cking degenerate, but you're

a degenerate with a heart of gold,

who loves his family and wouldn't want

anything to happen to them.

Don't even think about

going near my family.

Keep them out of it.

This buys you one week.

Why don't you let me earn it?

-In the ring.

-No, those days are gone, Max.

I'm not talking about me. I got a guy.

He's good. He's real good.

Now, look, all I need

is one fight to prove it.

Yeah.

-Hey, Carter.

-Yeah, boss?

What do you say?

What's that?

Should we give

our old friend here a break?

I say you let me b*at his ass,

throw him in the f*cking river.

Yes. The guy's hardcore.

Come on. Look, just--

I don't know. Give me 3-to-1.

My guy against any one of your guys.

You sure you wanna take

that kind of bet against me?

What have I got to lose?

-You could always pick fighters, Max.

-Thank you.

Can't bet sports for sh*t,

but we wouldn't be here if you could.

Well, all right.

I'll set you up one fight, 3-to-1.

That's a bet.

Who's this fighter you're talking about?

You wouldn't know him.

That's my dad's bag.

His left hook was better, though.

-What you know about boxing?

-He taught me a little something.

-Oh, he taught you a little something?

-Yeah.

-It's good on him for doing that.

-Yeah, well, he d*ed.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Must have been tough for you.

Hannah, baby, I need you to empty

all the trash when you come in, please.

-Yes, ma'am.

-Thank you.

-You hungry?

-I'm always hungry.

Good. Dinner will be ready soon.

Sweet kid you got there.

Yeah, I know.

Hey.

-Something smells good.

-Thanks.

Oh, I left some fresh towels out for you.

Okay. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Thank you, really.

For what?

Taking me in. I feel like a stray.

I always had love for the strays.

Ever since I was little, actually.

I remember

there was this cute little puppy

that used to run around the neighborhood.

And I wanted to keep it so bad,

but my dad would not let me have it.

So I hid it and I fed it for two weeks.

Did he change his mind?

No. He took it to the pound

and had it put to sleep.

-No.

-Said it was to teach me a lesson.

-Oh, that's rough.

-It was.

-Did it?

-No.

I still got love for the stray.

Hey.

Well, look who decided to show up.

I missed it.

-You did. At the dinner table.

-You did.

I'm sorry about that.

Since you've been gone,

Duffy fixed almost ten things.

At least.

You should have seen him.

He was like Bob the Builder.

Thank you for helping out.

Still the same old Max.

Hannah, will you help me

do the dishes, please?

-Please?

-Yeah.

-Thank you.

-Smells good.

Thank you. Thank you.

-It was good.

-It was great.

-This is a good family, man.

-Yeah. Yeah.

Where you been?

You wanna know where I've been?

-Yeah.

-You sure?

Yeah.

-I've been setting up the next things.

-The next thing?

Man, we haven't done the first thing.

Listen, I talked to my guy.

He says he can get us in

on these next fights.

I'm talking bigger venues, bigger money.

-Your guy?

-Yeah.

The next fights. More truck-stop bullshit?

-No. Duffy.

-I'm not doing it.

Just listen to me for a second, all right?

It ain't that.

We talking about real f*cking money here.

Real money.

And like I told you before,

I know fighters.

These bums, they're not even

in your league, man.

We can take this sh*t.

We?

Yeah, we. You know, it's a team effort.

Yeah, man, it makes sense.

I get punched in the face, you get paid.

-Hey, we all gotta do what we gotta do.

-Yeah, cheers.

Get her!

She's one of my best fighters.

I put together 20 for you.

Feels light.

Yeah. Well, I'm working on it.

I'm thinking tonight,

we'll bring in 150, easy.

Thank you.

I appreciate you doing this, man.

It's cool.

You win this thing, I could finally

be out of debt from this dickhead.

Be free and clear

for the first time in a long time.

Just stay free and clear.

-Is this your guy?

-Yeah.

You look like a tough f*ck.

You a middleweight?

You think you got what it takes?

-We'll see.

-We'll see.

-I think we said 3-to-1, right, Max?

-Yeah.

Let's say 5-to-1.

Oh, well, the agreement was three.

Well, it's 5-to-1 or I'm gonna walk.

This guy... He's got balls, huh?

He's got skills to back it.

Skills too?

You got skills to pay the bills?

Why don't you place the bet and find out?

5-to-1?

I'm down with it.

Let's go.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

All right, all right, all right. Yeah.

We got new faces for you here tonight.

No, no, no. Trust me on this one.

I've seen both of these two,

and they're the real f*cking contenders.

You're in for a f*cking treat. Seriously.

So you know the rules.

You fight until one of you drops.

There are no f*cking tap-outs.

We got that?

Got it? Got it?

Let's f*cking fight!

No! No!

Come on!

Yes! Let's go! Keep it going!

Yes! Yes!

That's what I'm talking about, g*dd*mn it.

Yes! That's what the f*ck

I'm trying to say.

Congratulations.

I f*cking told you, Sage.

I f*cking told you.

-Hey, knock this win off my principal.

-Understood.

You made me eat my words.

What can I say?

But just give me another chance.

-A chance for what?

-To win my money back.

You against Carter.

No, no, no.

What you say, cowboy?

He ain't no f*cking cowboy.

What odds?

Hey, Duffy, listen to me.

You don't have to do this sh*t, man.

-Double or nothing.

-Triple.

It's triple or nothing,

he keeps all his money, he walks away.

You're a beast.

You got me feeling all warm and fuzzy.

-You good?

-Yeah.

You got a deal.

Where and when?

Here and now.

Let's do it.

Come on!

Come on!

Enough! Enough! Come on! Hey! Hey!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

You got him. All right? All right?

You got him, man.

I gotta tell you, Duffy,

you are one bad m*therf*cker, man,

but let me tell you something.

This is what I noticed.

You're a little flat-footed

when you're throwing your punches.

You need to get on the balls of them feet,

generate more power that way.

-Is that right?

-I'm telling you.

Here you go.

Lion's share.

Let me ask you something,

and this is real talk here.

Why are you in L.A.?

-Why am I in L.A.?

-Yeah.

It's a family thing.

My mother, she...

She d*ed suddenly a couple years back.

I wasn't here. Nobody was here for her.

Sorry to hear that.

So they put her in some hole somewhere.

Alone.

Anyway, I'm gonna get her a headstone.

I'm gonna get a piece of land

and she's gonna rest in peace.

That's why I'm in L.A.

Sounds like you're doing

the right thing by her.

Underneath it all,

you're a good dude, Duffy.

Maybe that's why you met me.

-Maybe.

-Maybe.

Get some rest, man.

-Hello?

-I got the address to Stan's girl.

-Rachel Bomer?

-Yeah?

We're looking for Stanley Lazare.

He's not here.

We're gonna have to search your home.

Not without a warrant.

f*ck.

-Go.

-What, go? What the f*ck are you doing?

-Don't touch me.

-Step aside.

What? You can't just walk in my house.

Don't touch her! Hannah, come here.

Take a seat, both of you!

Let's go. Everything. Everything.

Let's go. Tear it apart.

The kid's room. All of it. f*ck it.

Somebody get out there.

Look through all this f*cking sh*t.

-Get the kid's room.

-I'll go.

All right, let's go. Let's go!

Keep looking.

What's that? Check that f*cking sh*t.

The house is clean.

f*ck.

You're a smart woman, Rachel.

And a mom.

You want what's best for her, right?

Hey, look at me.

Your boyfriend Stan...

he's a piece of sh*t.

It's in your best interest

to find the money.

God, it's so f*cking hard to be a mother.

There's never enough time.

It's okay, baby.

Take it easy.

Where's my money, Rufus?

I'm just gonna need

a little bit more time, okay?

-Wrong answer.

-Jesus!

f*ck, you're making a mess, Rufus.

All right! All right! Take it easy.

All right.

-Let's go! Come on.

-Okay.

Here. Take this. It's all I got right now.

-What is that?

-I'm gonna have the rest next week.

-Next week?

-No!

Tomorrow. Or this is gonna feel

like a f*cking massage.

You missed a spot.

Oh, sh*t.

Friends downtown are concerned.

That's nice. Their concern doesn't

really f*cking help, though, does it?

I'm just the messenger, pal.

Your partner is out of control.

Her judgment is f*cked.

I heard you ran into a little trouble

with one of your CIs.

-You remember Stan Lazare?

-Yeah. That piece of sh*t.

Word is he's cleaning money

for Sage Parker.

Well, he was.

Until we trusted him

to move some money for an associate.

And then six figures went missing.

What kind of associate?

Friends from down south.

How much you owe?

Hola, Ridgway.

You've been a tough woman to track down.

Five hundred K.

We got less than a week to cover it.

Five hundred? Friends from the south?

-Got any accounts you can tax?

-Nothing that big that fast.

-Where does Sage come in on this?

-It's on him too.

I'm working on a couple of things

to try to come up with it.

Okay.

My patience is running out.

-It's handled.

-Good.

I would hate to have

to hear about you on the news.

Like I said, it's handled.

I've got a crew. Six guys.

Straight f*cking K*llers with badges.

You can trust them.

If the money's right, we got your back.

Make that happen.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Oh, f*ck.

-You okay?

-You all right?

-No, I'm not okay. Look at this place.

-Holy sh*t.

-They destroyed everything.

-Why? What'd they say?

-They were looking for Stan.

-Stan?

What is this guy into?

He owned a dry cleaners.

That's all I know.

-That's it?

-Yes.

-What else did they say?

-They were looking for money.

And they asked

about somebody named Sage.

-You know somebody named Sage?

-Sage.

Max, is he coming back here?

Is he coming back? What do I do, Max?

Look, just...

You just sit tight, all right?

Just listen to me. Listen to me.

Just sit tight. Lock the door.

We're gonna be right back, okay?

-Just lock the door. I'll call you.

-No cops. Don't let anybody in.

Okay?

Yo!

Where's Sage at?

I wouldn't.

Hey, he in the office, man.

Come on, man.

-Hey. What the f*ck?

-What the f*ck?

You send the cops to my house

and rough up my family?

-No, I didn't do sh*t.

-That's bullshit.

They f*cked up my house.

They roughed up my sister!

-What?

-They threatened her!

No, that ain't me.

But I do know

Stan still owes a lot of money

to people much more dangerous than I am.

If you wanna mess with them,

go on ahead.

But it went missing

from your sister's house.

If you're not responsible for it,

who do you think will be?

Listen, just keep your people away

from my family.

All right, well, I'll call off the dogs,

if you pay the debt.

-And you come fight for me.

-Never gonna happen.

All right,

I'll give you 48 hours to decide.

After that, the outcome's

beyond my control, believe me.

Sage, you know what? f*ck this.

Oh, Max, come on.

We're friends. I love you, man.

You want another sh*t at the title,

tough guy?

You got lucky.

-You got this, baby.

-Yeah.

Hello.

Do I know you?

I know you.

Call me if you want to level up.

Level up?

What the f*ck?

What kind of cops do you got here?

g*dd*mn it.

What the f*ck is going on here?

I don't know, man,

but these are bad f*cking cops.

Your sister's in trouble, Max.

Hey, I appreciate everything,

but you don't have to do this, all right?

This is my fight.

This is our fight.

It's our fight.

Come on.

-The f*ck you doing here?

-I need a fight, ASAP.

-Yeah, well, you better keep looking.

-Fosco. What you got for me, man?

You're not a good person

to be seen with right now, Max.

Sage will hand me my ass

just for talking to you.

-He wants payback.

-I'm trying to get him that payback.

What, is he all of a sudden

hurting to put fists in the ring?

Come on, man.

Between you and I,

we both know he's not the only one

putting on fights in this town.

What about that lady?

You really wanna go there?

Okay.

I'll see what I can do.

-I owe you one.

-I'll remember you said that.

-Hey, look at me. Look at me.

-Can you breathe? Can you breathe?

Put this in the wound.

Put this in the wound.

-Breathe.

-Okay.

You're gonna walk out of here.

Look at me. You're gonna walk out of here.

Duffy, keep the pressure on him.

I'll lift him forward.

It's gonna f*cking hurt. Are you ready?

-Three, two, one, go.

-f*ck!

Okay. Okay.

-I want you to stay calm. Relax.

-All right. All right.

-It's nothing. We're gonna go out of here.

-You're okay. You're okay.

-We're gonna take him out of here.

-Yeah. We're gonna get you out of here.

Yeah.

Ford?

We got you, buddy.

-We got you, old boy.

-Hey.

Hey.

sh*t.

-We gotta go. We gotta go.

-g*dd*mn it.

We gotta get him

back to his family, Duff.

We gotta get him

back to his f*cking family, okay?

-Come on. Come on.

-Up!

Hey.

-Can't sleep either, huh?

-No.

-Did I wake you?

-No. No.

I'm up all night.

That Hannah, that girl can sleep

through an earthquake.

-You're fine.

-Okay, good.

Thank you. For everything.

Fixing the house.

I appreciate you.

You're welcome.

So tell me about you.

What was it like being in the m*llitary?

It was all right at first.

I was really young when I joined.

I was gonna change the world.

-Really?

-Yeah. Till the world changed me.

How so?

Well, I mean,

I saw some bad things, you know.

You don't see the worst parts of humanity

over and over and over again

and not be affected, not be screwed up.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. I lost a lot of good friends.

A lot of good brothers.

I see their faces every night

when I close my eyes.

Every, every single night.

I can't escape it.

That's why I keep moving.

So...

That's my sad story.

It's not that sad.

Come on.

What can I do for you, Fosco?

The question is, what can I do for you?

Well, I'm seriously intrigued.

-Duffy.

-What about him?

You want to know the sh*t about him?

Word on the street is,

he's put a major dent in your payroll

and he's made you look like a fool.

You think I look like a fool, Fosco?

Well, would I be here if I did?

-Right.

-Max is desperate for another fight.

He wants high stakes.

Fine. f*ck it.

Let's give him what he wants.

See if he can fight with the big dogs.

The real sh*t. You ready?

-Fosco!

-Yo.

What the f*ck?

You really do owe me one, Max.

I had to call in more than one favor

to get you through those doors.

Don't worry. You'll get your cut.

-Yeah?

-Sage will get his too.

Your boy's gotta win first.

Buy-in's in there.

I threw in a little bit for Santiago.

'Cause I like you.

What do you know about this guy?

Well, slower than you,

there's no doubt about that.

But he'll try to use his weight on you.

He'll try to tie you up.

Make sure you keep it moving.

Stay on your toes.

Yo.

The guy you're about to fight

is a f*cking cop.

What?

He's as dirty as it comes,

so watch out for anything, okay?

A fight's a fight.

I should handcuff you

to that f*cking pole behind me.

Well, as much as I like the sound of that,

if you're talking about Stan the Man,

the guy's a piece of sh*t.

He was skimming.

He paid for it. He's gone.

I don't think you really understand.

The house was clean.

It's on you.

Oh, no, no, no.

This is on both of us, detective.

If you're thinking

about coming down on me hard,

I'll only come down on you harder.

Twenty-year decorated LAPD detective

Ellen Ridgway...

with dope and money

and the gangs and cartels.

That sounds like

some front-page sh*t to me.

I got the pics.

High resolution and everything.

Are you ready tonight?

Are you f*cking ready tonight for a fight?

Fighters.

Go, Duff.

The rules are there are no rules.

Tonight, these gladiators

are fighting for blood.

They're fighting for respect.

They're fighting for you.

So let's f*cking fight!

Let's go, Duff.

Let's go! Come on.

Watch out! Come on. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Yes!

Bullshit!

Oh, sh*t.

-Come on.

-Come on!

Yes! Yes!

It's all good. Yes!

Yes!

-Yes!

-We got a winner!

Winner!

-sh*t. What the f*ck just happened?

-What the f*ck just happened?

Your boy just k*lled a f*cking cop.

That's what the f*ck just happened.

LAPD!

Everyone clear the f*cking place out now!

Get the f*ck out!

I'm getting my ass out of f*cking town

before Ridgway finds me,

because she'll want your b*ating heart

on a f*cking plate.

Let's go.

Get the hell out of here.

Santiago was undercover.

g*ng-related k*lling.

Put that in the report.

He was a good f*cking cop.

He was one of us.

Sage is blackmailing us.

Says he has pictures of us

coming out of the O'Sullivan case.

Then f*ck him too.

Just make sure

nothing comes back to haunt us.

Okay.

sh*t, Mom, you could have knocked.

You start paying rent,

then I'll start knocking.

-You wanna explain this to me?

-sh*t.

"sh*t"?

Hannah, what is this doing in our house?

Ask that piece of sh*t that you're dating.

Excuse me?

You know it's true.

I mean, he is.

Look at the way that he treats you.

He had this money in the house,

knowing that we need it,

and that we're always behind,

always struggling.

And he just forgot that it was there

because he's high all the time.

I hate him!

I hate that you're with him.

I hate the way that he treats you.

I hate that he acts that way

towards you.

-You don't deserve that.

-Okay, baby.

-I was just trying to help.

-I know. I know. It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for those cops

to mess up the house.

-Baby, look at me.

-I didn't want anyone to get hurt.

-It is not your fault.

-I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

-I love you.

-I love you.

It's okay.

-Max?

-Listen to me.

I need you to pack some things right now.

Be ready in 15 minutes.

We're almost there.

-What are you talking about?

-I'll explain when we get there.

Wait, Max, listen.

We found the money.

Well, you might as well keep it.

You'll need it.

Just be ready to leave

as soon as we get there.

All right, bye. Pack up. We gotta go.

-What?

-Pack up. Come on, let's go.

Mom!

This is Kincaid. sh*ts fired.

Wabash and Fourth.

Armed suspect on the premises.

Send backup.

Go, go, go!

-What the f*ck is going on?

-In the car.

-Hannah, let's go.

-Come on. Move!

Rachel, come on! Get in the g*dd*mn car.

We gotta go now!

What is going on, Max?

Down!

Down, get down!

-Mom!

-Call 911!

All right. Come on. Call 911!

-All right, all right. Look at me.

-f*ck me.

Look at me, Hannah. You're okay, baby.

You're okay. Look at me.

-Yeah, listen. My niece has been sh*t.

-Relax. Relax.

Just send someone

the hell down here right now.

-B-O-M-E-R. Yes. Hannah Bomer.

-Look at me. Look at me. It's okay.

I'm her uncle. Just hurry the hell up.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

-How far?

-Just hang on.

They're just two minutes out. Okay?

The ambulance is two minutes away, baby.

-I don't wanna die.

-You're not gonna die, baby.

You're not gonna die.

Where the f*ck are they?

We need to end this tonight.

Let's do it.

Let me get your phone.

For what?

I'm gonna call somebody

that may be able to help us.

Duff!

Hey.

Don't you f*cking sneak up

on me like that.

-How you doing, Duff?

-How are you?

Look at you, mate. Haven't changed a bit.

-How you doing, mate?

-Hey.

-That's Max. That's who I'm talking about.

-Max. I'm Don. Nice to meet you.

Take a seat. You guys want a beer?

-Sure.

-Yeah?

-f*cking hell.

-How you been, man?

You know, getting by.

Look at you.

Look at you, man. f*ck me.

-How long's it been?

-About seven years.

-f*ck off.

-Yeah.

I'm not counting or anything, but yeah.

I tried to get in contact with you.

-You did?

-Yeah, I did.

Yeah, I went through a thing, you know.

Yeah. Nah.

It's all right, mate.

Thank you.

Did he fill you in

on all this guy's accomplishments

and the legend that is Duffy?

-Not a clue.

-f*cking legend.

Saved my ass at least twice.

-Probably more.

-Probably.

Yeah. One time in Kenya.

-Yeah, you remember that? And then...

-Mogadishu.

Moga-f*cking-dishu. Yeah.

Lucky to get out of that place

in one piece.

Maybe.

So you wanna tell me what's going down?

Going through the sh*t, man.

His sister is-- His niece is in trouble.

We're dealing

with some crooked f*cking cops.

-The worst kind.

-It's bad.

We need g*ns. We need gear.

We need it tonight.

Well...

there's something in the car.

-In the car?

-Yeah, I got something in the car.

I wasn't sure exactly what you needed,

so I brought a few options.

-Yeah, you did.

-We appreciate this.

Hey, don't worry.

For this guy, whatever you need.

-f*ck.

-I owe you, brother.

You don't owe me, mate.

-So when do we leave?

-We?

-You got nothing to do with this, man.

-I f*cking do now.

This isn't your fight.

Since when was any of the sh*t

that we did over there our fight?

It was never our f*cking fight, was it?

Right now, I got a mate

who needs my f*cking help.

So whether you like it or not,

I'm coming with you.

Besides, I'm bored out of my f*cking mind.

They're here.

Green means go.

Miley, through the front.

Riggs, through the back.

Remember, no arrests tonight,

no paperwork. Toe tags for everyone.

-Where is he? Where is he?

-Hey! Hey!

-Where is he? Where is he?

-f*ck you.

-Where is he?

-Where's Sage? Sage!

We had a f*cking deal.

I fight, you leave his family alone.

-And I did. The f*ck you talking about?

-The drive-by.

The drive-by at my house,

you f*cking assh*le.

-They sh*t my niece!

-I didn't do--

You think this sh*t is funny, huh?

It's Ridgway.

-f*ck her.

-Where is she?

Where is she?

-Ridgway's a cop.

-I don't give a f*ck.

Santiago was a cop.

She's cleaning up loose ends.

We're all f*cked.

Light them up!

Max?

Baby!

f*ck.

-Are you okay?

-Look behind you, Lynx.

Baby, are you okay?

I didn't do sh*t.

I know you didn't do sh*t.

Max!

You good?

-Max!

-Drop the g*n

or I'll sh**t him in the head.

-f*ck.

-Drop the f*cking g*n!

All right, all right.

All right.

How will you get out of this?

It's what I do, Duffy.

It's too bad Sage f*cked up.

We could have had some fun.

f*ck off.

-You good?

-Yeah, yeah.

f*ck!

Am I dying?

I can't...

-Come on.

-Help me up.

-Let me see.

-f*ck.

The g*dd*mn thing actually works.

You're welcome.

Oh, f*ck.

You're all right. You are all right, man.

Sorry, brother.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

All right. All right. All right.

Look at me. Walk you out of here.

-Duff?

-Yeah.

I'm gonna walk you out of here.

I'll walk you out of here.

-Duff?

-Yeah.

I missed you, man.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

You okay?

-Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

-Okay, good.

Hey, Duff, come on, man.

We gotta go.

-Go, man. You go. Get out of here.

-No.

Listen to me. We go together.

That's it. Together.

Okay.

All right.

Morning, John.

We are live here in downtown,

where last night police are saying

a massive sh**t took place

between local law enforcement

and drug traffickers.

At least ten are dead,

including veteran detectives

Ray Kincaid and Ellen Ridgway,

who tragically lost their lives

in the line of duty.

Ridgway was a highly decorated officer,

who, according to the department,

served her district

with passion and honor.

And her loss will leave a void

in the community she served

for years to come.

Hey, Rachel, it's Duff.

Look, I just wanted to say thank you...

looking out for me, you know,

taking in a stranger. I appreciate it.

Sorry I won't be there for Hannah

when she wakes up.

But she is strong, like her mama.

She'll be fine.

Anyway, I gotta take off for a while,

till this whole thing dies down.

Cops, they look out for cops.

Good or bad.

As for the money...

I took what I needed

for a proper headstone for my mom.

Somewhere I know she's gonna be happy.

Keep the rest for you guys.

Keep Max out of trouble.

He's a good man.

Keep that spare room ready, okay?

You never know when I might pop in

to see you guys.

I'll see you again.

Duff.