Day Off (2024)

[bunniefuu]

- f*ck.

Hey boss, you wanted to see me.

We're all set for the next

shipment coming from Miami.

So, we got nothing to worry about there.

- My father was a very strict man,

almost a tyrant, some would say.

I still remember with sincere

fear, his booming voice

when he scolded me, when

I did something wrong,

for one of my childish pranks.

A truly austere man.

A man of honor.

Like the man of the past,

old fashioned,

old.

Well, he was already old when he had me.

And boy was he tied to

the rules of a world

that even he thought was gone forever.

A Siberian education.

- Hmm.

- I don't think I've ever

seen him smile, actually.

Let alone, you know, have

a very heartfelt laugh.

- Damn.

- Hey, don't,

no, no, no, don't get me wrong,

Mike, don't get me wrong.

He loved me and he loved my mother.

- Huh.

- In his own way, you know.

But he was a sl*ve to

rigor, to discipline,

and he had no patience

for anyone who wasn't.

True man of honor, my father.

- They don't make him like that anymore.

- Right.

You know, that's what I

learned from my father, honor.

You know, man,

it was an easy growing up

with a man like my father.

Well sometimes, honest to God,

I was pretty scared shitless of him.

You know that fear that grabs your guts

and freezes your ba*ls and

takes all your strength away?

You can't even, oh, talk.

- Jesus.

- But you might think I had an

unpleasant childhood, right?

That's not the case, Mike.

That's not the case at all.

'Cause I had everything I needed.

Except maybe a dog.

I always wanted to have a puppy.

My father was adamantly against it.

"No dogs in this house.

"End of story."

My God, how I wish I had

a little bundle of fur,

I could cuddle.

You ever had a dog, Mike?

- Yeah, boss, we had a dog.

- Lucky you.

That's marvelous.

What kind of dog, if I may ask?

- We had a mut.

- A mutt, like a mongrel?

- Yeah.

- Oh I adore them.

They're the most loyal, you know that.

- That's what they say.

- Right, that's what they say.

You know, I always wanted

a little dog I could trust.

But f*ck it.

I guess it wasn't meant to be, too bad.

In life, you don't

always get what you want.

Am I right Mike?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Guess.

And what was your dog's name?

- His name was Rusty.

- Rusty.

Rusty.

Rusty, I like that.

I like that.

Very nice.

Very, very nice indeed.

You know, if I had a dog, I

would've named him Stanley

after my favorite director,

you know, "Here's Johnny."

So, who's Rusty loyal?

- Yeah, I'd say so.

- Just like you, right?

- Yeah, of course.

- Of course.

So why don't you get on all fours?

- Excuse me.

- Get on all fours.

- All right, all right,

all right, all right.

What the f*ck's going on here?

- Good doggie, just like that.

- I didn't do anything.

I've always done good

work for you, Mr. Boll.

Why are you doing this to me?

- You should have been

loyal, just like Rusty.

- What?

I swear you're wrong.

Someone fed you bullshit information.

- From now on, you can only yelp

with your tail between

your legs, but no peeing.

Did you really think I wouldn't notice?

Did you really think you

could get away with it?

You and that other filthy

b*stard, a fat trader.

Oh, he's the one who

betrayed you, by the way.

You know, I promise him

I would let him live

if he would tell me

who his accomplice was.

And here we are.

You wanna know a little secret,

something just between you and me?

I lied.

I don't know, tape him, something,

throw it in the car, burn it.

Well, I don't know, something, come on.

- Guys, you know me.

We go way back.

You don't have to do this.

f*ck, you have to do this.

I didn't do nothing.

- I told you not to come.

- Mike's dead, John.

He was doing business behind Boll's back.

He was doing business with

this guy, Bud, Little Bud,

LB they call him, I don't know.

I don't f*cking call people

by their initials, you know.

It was big business.

You know, it kind of attracts

attention sooner or later.

Well, it was drugs, you know, again.

Anyway, Boll promoted Mike,

and he had him handling a whole

lot of traffic from Miami.

Was a big gig.

This Bud guy, he somehow

convinced your brother

to make huge amounts of this

stuff, you know, disappear,

you know, from the big shipments.

And you know, nobody and

her mother even noticed,

you know, for a while.

You know how it is.

Sooner or later, the rumors start

and then this f*cking as*h*le Bud,

he just makes himself scarce, you know,

he's just outta the picture,

you know, poof, he disappears.

And you know, "Where's what's his name?

"I haven't seen him."

So what's that mean, you know, right?

Who's left?

Who's out there?

But I think it was fast.

- How did they do that?

How did they k*ll him?

- Come on man, what

difference does it make?

They immobilized him and

they put him in a car

and then they blew the car up.

I'm sorry, but you know,

somebody's gotta tell you

'cause we're family, right?

- Family.

- Yeah, family.

Remember that?

So what do you plan to do?

- I'll deal with it.

- Let us now deal

with case number 17041998.

John J. Gordon sentenced to

10 years for attempted m*rder,

drug trafficking and resisting arrest.

Years served six out of

10, request for parole.

Well, Mr. Gordon, you have demonstrated

nothing short of impeccable conduct

during your time at the

Hopkinsville Prison Facility,

which amazes me, to say the least,

given your turbulent past.

The conviction that brought you here to us

must also be taken into account.

In the light of the afore

mentioned considerations

and due to the power

conferred on me by this court,

I grant you a 24 hour bonus permit,

during which you will

obviously not be able

to leave the city nor the country.

You will be given a mobile phone

from which it will not be

possible to make personal calls,

and which you will have

to answer at all times,

under penalty of immediate

revocation of your permit.

Mr. Gordon, is everything clear to you?

- Yes ma'am.

- Do

you have anything to add?

- No.

- Very

well put this precious 24 hours

to good use Mr. Gordon.

- I will.

- Be

careful what you do, kid?

Be very careful.

- Oh yeah?

If nothing, what you're gonna do about it?

- You are playing with fire kid.

You think you're tough.

You just a sad as*h*le.

I'll tell you what is gonna happen.

You and your sad brother

are gonna disappear from here like this.

I don't wanna see you on my turf anymore.

Get your nice little car,

get your f*cking asses out of here.

I don't want to see your

ugly faces poking their noses

in my business anymore.

Your time is up here, kid.

- Call me kid, one more f*cking time.

- I don't think I heard you right.

- I think you heard me just fine.

- You're brave.

I'll give you that.

But you're also young,

young and stupid.

You want it all, you want it now.

But life doesn't work like that kid.

- No, no, no.

- I told you not to call me kid.

- Have you lost your f*cking mind?

What the f*ck have you done?

Oh geez.

God damn it, Mike.

- Calm down big bro.

Now the city is ours.

- What the f*ck are you talking about?

We're f*cked.

What's happened to you Mike?

- I got smart brother.

- No.

- What is it?

- Oh f*ck.

- He was wearing a f*cking wire.

- f*ck, now we're f*cked.

- Come on, let's go.

- Get away from here.

- What?

- I said disappear, run.

- I'm not going anywhere without you.

- If we both run, they'd catch us.

I'll think of something.

- f*ck.

- And you're out on

parole, you f*cking idiot.

You can't get caught.

- God damn it.

- Give me the g*n.

- f*ck no.

- I said give me the

f*cking g*n, little brother.

Now get the hell out of here.

Okay.

He calls you right back.

It's Gordon, I need weapons.

Your phone.

Now go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

- Since when are you eating dog food?

- I hope they're enough.

- I'll make sure they're enough.

- Aren't we getting a little

old to be playing these games?

- Yeah, you're right.

But I have no choice.

You know how it goes.

- I know all too well how it goes.

Blood for blood.

- Blood for blood.

- I understand now.

And do you have a plan?

- Of course.

- You gonna tell me what it is?

- k*ll 'em all.

- I am sorry about Mike.

He was a good guy.

- No he wasn't.

He never was.

But he was my brother.

- I certainly can't deny that.

Family's always family, right?

- Right.

- An eye for an eye.

- And a tooth for a tooth.

- Speaking of family, what

are you gonna do about Megan?

- I need to speak to her.

- Are you sure?

- I have no choice.

- I understand.

You know it's not gonna be easy, right.

- I'm used to it.

- How long has it

been since you last saw her?

- Since that evening.

I was with her before the cop called Mike.

No, it won't be easy at all.

- You can say that again.

- Yeah, thanks for the support.

- Anytime.

- You remember

that night in Baghdad?

- You think I can forget?

- You remember what they did to Jeff?

- Trying to forget about that

for the last 20 years.

Bye for these here, always to remind me.

- Well, that's nothing compared

to what I'm gonna do to those b*stards.

That's the call of my bloodline

- I guess there's nobody and nothing

that's gonna stop you, right?

- Never.

- Well, may God be with you.

And if he isn't, you can

always count on the devil.

- You know, usually people stand up

to say goodbye to an old friend.

You take good care of yourself, man.

You will find me

- Hey, that

bag seems a little soft.

You should train with something harder.

- Hey hi, little girl.

- What do you want?

- Meg, please, I just want to talk.

- We have nothing to say.

- Meg.

- What does it matter now?

He's dead.

- And he was my brother.

- And he was my father.

- Is he bothering you?

- Oh Jesus, I hate Italians.

- This is my gym.

And you're pestering my guests.

- Okay, listen, I'm not

looking for trouble, okay,

I just want to talk.

- You think you scare me, Rambo?

Come on, get in the ring if you dare.

We'll resolve things there.

You nervous buddy?

- Why should I?

Hey Mama Mia, are you coming?

- Have you finished?

- I'm sorry Meg.

- You're sorry?

Really, you're sorry?

It's the streets you left

him on that k*lled my father.

- That's not true.

- No?

No?

I'll refresh your memory then.

If you hadn't shot that cop

my father wouldn't have been left alone.

He wasn't strong enough.

And you knew very well

he would never make it.

But he pulled the trigger anyway.

- It was Mike.

- What?

- It was Mike.

- It was Mike what?

- Who pulled the trigger.

- What?

- I'm sorry Meg.

- What?

- I couldn't let him go back inside.

He would never ever come out again.

I am sorry for all the hurt

that I've caused you, Meg.

But now you have to listen to

me because there's no time.

Blood for blood.

- What do you mean?

- We'll make him pay.

- I'm gonna come with you.

- That's out of the question, period.

It's a bit flashy.

- You can walk.

- Fair enough.

Maybe the other person had a family.

- So did I.

How are going to do

everything in 24 hours?

Actually, oh, only 20.

- I have a plan.

- Which is?

- Trust me.

- You don't have a plan.

- What makes you say that?

- You want to go there and k*ll them all?

- That sounds like a plan to me.

- No,

it's suicide.

And then,

where is there?

- That's what we have to find out.

And to do so, I need a

certain Skinny Jimmy.

- Such a f*cking nickname.

- You know, it's not my

business to meddle in your life

but who did that to you?

- My ex.

- A real gentleman.

- A violent son of a b*tch.

- And where's this violent

son of a b*tch right now?

- Getting his drugs off of meth, I guess.

Why?

Ugh.

Seriously?

- Drugs are bad for you.

- Your time is running out

and you really want to

pull this macho stand.

- Family first.

Nice place.

- Do you want to get a move on?

That's him.

- Really?

Knock, knock.

Damn you look good.

Winners don't use drugs.

- What's up my boy?

- We can go.

- How did it go?

- He'll live.

- Shame.

- You don't use that sh*t do you?

- Oh uncle.

- Do you?

- He wanted to ruin my life

but I'm not that stupid.

- Point well made.

- And now?

- I need information.

- Skinny Jimmy, for now?

- You knew him?

- Sure.

They'd always hang out with a

bunch of really nice people.

- Well, good.

- Good?

- Yeah good 'cause I have

no idea what he looks like.

- Tall, skinny,

long hair

with the face like sleep test.

You can find him at the back

of this 1000 Bubbles Bar.

- Hmm?

Do they make decent c*ck?

- Wouldn't know.

I'm more of a beer person.

- Let's go.

Oh, I like Sex on the Beach, by the way.

- To recap, tall, thin, long

hair, about 30-years-old.

- Understood.

- And please, try to not

attract too much extension.

- Sure, don't worry.

Voila.

- Seriously?

Tall,

skinny, long hair,

about 30-years-old.

Remember uncle?

- Who are you?

- Better?

- Better.

What did we say about not

attracting too much attention?

- Oh, right.

Hi Jimmy.

- Who the f*ck are you?

- You nervous?

- What do you want from me?

- We want answers, Jimmy.

Or do you prefer Skinny?

- I know you.

You're that son of a

b*tch, Gordon's daughter.

- I'll be careful with my

words if I were you, Jimmy.

My uncle John is a little

bit touchy right now.

- You're John Gordon.

- Bingo.

Now you will tell me

where I can find Boll.

- What?

What?

- You heard me.

Did you hear me?

- You can't ask me that man.

- Yes, I'm a man and I can.

Well?

- I can't.

Don't you understand?

You don't mess with people like that.

If I squeal I'll.

- Oh f*ck.

I wonder who makes him do it.

- Right.

But only you men are like that.

- Like what?

- Stupid.

Get him out before he drowns.

- Hey, hey, hey, everything okay?

Ah.

You youngsters have no manners.

I mean for a perspective of language

and respect for your elders.

- Just end his panting man,

we haven't got much time.

The times for game is over, Jimmy.

Tell us what we want to know

or I sh**t you in the head.

- Okay, God, f*cking psychopath.

I'll tell you where the boss is.

He runs his business from

an old container depot.

You have to go south west.

- Hello.

- Parole call.

Is this John Gordon?

- Yeah?

- Shh.

- Yeah.

- Where are you?

- Fairfax and Maine.

- One moment please.

Okay.

Have a nice day, Mr. Gordon.

I remind you that you need to be.

- I will be there, bye.

Yeah, good boy, good boy.

There's no going back.

You know that, right?

- It was never my intention.

- You're just like him.

- A selfish dickhead.

- Meg.

- Too much?

- Just a little.

- So I am?

- Stubborn.

- Probably.

It's in our family DNA.

I remember when my father

was fixing on opening

that pet store.

Jesus.

- How could I forget?

- I remember you always

try to convince him

that crocodiles and tigers

aren't exactly pets.

- You were just a little baby.

How do you remember that?

- He always told me like bed story time.

It was my favorite one.

He told me about your adventures.

- Hope not all of them.

- Well, quite a lot.

- He really tried, you know.

- To do what?

- To get out of all that sh*t.

- Oh.

He didn't try enough, believe me.

- My brother was like that,

all quits.

- At the end, he was the one who quit.

- They'll pay.

You have my word.

- And then?

- Then what?

- Forget it.

You Gordons are hopeless.

- We Gordons?

- Yeah, we Gordons.

Are you sure you want to

go through with all this?

- Yeah.

- k*ll them all,

you'll never bring back my

father, your brother to life.

- I know.

But it'll be fun.

You're a psychopath.

- Just the right amount.

Can you gimme your phone?

- What?

- Your phone.

- Why?

- There's one last thing I have to do.

- Do you want to tell me what

the hell we are waiting for?

- It's better if I don't, trust me.

- I hate you.

- No you don't.

- No?

But I'd love to k*ll you.

- Yeah, get in line.

- You are gonna pay for this, as*h*le.

- Julia.

- John.

- I don't deserve this.

Maybe that I did.

Ow.

- Six years, John.

Six f*cking years.

- I know.

My bad.

- Your bad.

Jesus Christ, John,

you'll never change.

You left me like a wretched b*tch.

- Forgive me Julia.

- I thought they had

put you six feet under.

- It's easier said than done.

- You Gordons are like

c*ck, you never die.

- Tell that to my brother.

- What does that mean?

- Mike is dead.

They k*lled him.

They k*lled him like a dog.

- f*ck John, I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

I'll avenge his name.

Never f*ck with a Gordon.

- Mike was an as*h*le,

but he was less of an

as*h*le than you were.

- He always liked you.

- He hated me.

Just like she did.

- You always made me

feel like an outsider.

It was impossible to

join your f*cking family.

I tried my best you know that.

And every time I thought I'd made it,

some of you made me feel like an imposter.

- I'm sorry, Julia.

- Don't worry, it's water

under the bridge now.

I rebuilt my life.

All is well now.

And after tonight everything will be fine.

- That's why I'm here.

- Follow me.

- Okay.

- Don't you dare say your word.

- Let's go kick some a*s.

- That was about time.

- Hmm.

- Is he dead?

- No sir.

Now he is.

- Who cares?

We have the information, we needed.

You know if you ask nicely,

if you have a drill, you

can achieve anything.

- Sir, he already spoke before

you told us to beat him up.

- Really, he did?

Interesting.

Well, no use crying over

spilled milk, right.

All right, we gotta get ready to welcome

the big angry brother.

- What's your plan?

- If you're going to do something

you've got to do it's right.

- Yeah.

Maybe without ending up full

of lead, what do you think?

- It's you the one who

insisted on coming with me.

- sh*t.

- Stay behind me and don't f*ck up.

- Okay uncle.

- Hey.

- Hey baby.

Are you lost?

- Crack.

Keep him busy.

- What are you going to do?

- Trust me for once your

life, keep him busy.

- Meg, Meg.

Meg.

- I wanna k*ll you,

my boss will give me a f*cking promotion.

- A promotion?

Does that work among you criminals too?

- Yeah.

Nice car, hot wh*re.

Oh sh*t.

I'm dead right?

- More or less.

Can you take it from me,

just for a moment please?

- Meg, Meg.

- What?

- Don't do it again, my beloved niece.

- It worked, didn't it?

- Yeah,

it worked.

- So don't break my ba*ls.

- Hey language.

- Ah, give me a break.

With this mess we'll have

them all on our heels.

- If we're going to do something.

- Do it right.

Get it.

- Mm.

Do you like the 4th of July?

- Always loved it.

- It's fireworks time.

- Whoa.

Oh.

Oh.

Ooh.

Oh.

- Bravo, bravo.

What the f*ck?

Ah-ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

- Son of a b*tch.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

Now drop your weapons.

Drop your weapons.

The girl, you, you're

coming with me sweetheart.

- Never.

- Ah, that was not a question.

You're a nice guy, Mr. Gordon.

You protect the girl.

That's so cute.

I like that.

You know what else I like?

Sometimes I like a good

challenge, good challenge.

You wanna fight?

Wanna fight?

Yeah, right.

I'll leave you with Yuri's company.

If you survive, which is very unlikely,

we'll resume our conversation.

Come on.

- Meg,

no.

- Kick his a*s and come rescue me.

- Goodbye Mr. Gordon.

I could tell you I wouldn't hurt the girl,

but I already know you

wouldn't believe me.

Am I right?

Let's go.

Kick his a*s.

- What are you waiting for, Christmas?

Really?

With an empty cardboard?

Oh no, it's not empty.

Look.

It's time to say goodbye.

- f*ck you.

- Boll.

- Get up, come on get up.

- I hurt my ankle, you idiot.

How the f*ck can I get up?

- Get the b*tch to stand up.

- It's broken.

- Seriously?

Enough is enough.

- Boll.

- Drop your weapons.

All your weapons.

Amazing.

- Let her go.

It's between you and me.

- What?

Not in your wildest dreams.

Have you seen yourself?

Have you seen me?

That would be to say the

least, an unequal fight.

You know Mr. Gordon, to succeed in life,

it takes the right measure,

it takes intelligence.

You think I got what I am today,

just because I'm so handsome?

Well, surprisingly not at all.

I had a vision, I had a purpose.

I'm a genius, you're a

brainless, tough guy,

what you wanna know?

I'll tell you how things are going to be.

I'm gonna k*ll you and then

I'm gonna k*ll this ugly.

Please.

- Hello.

- Parole check two

for inmate Gordon, John, case number.

- Yes, get to the point.

- Okay, can you confirm

you are in the vicinity of the port?

- Yeah.

- What is the reason

for your presence there?

- I came to fish.

- Really?

It's my hobby, are they

biting, a good catch?

- The best.

- Great.

Well, I'm calling to

remind you to show up.

- You done?

Look, you know what Mr. Gordon,

I have a proposal for you.

We two are winners, we're

not gonna give up, right?

Come work for me.

We'll bury the hatchet.

Okay, I know, I know, I

know, I k*lled your brother.

Sorry.

But he was f*cking me over like a wh*re.

I mean, do I look like a wh*re to you?

I don't think so.

And besides, you took out what?

A dozen of my men.

12 men, a brother.

12 men, a brother.

Let's call it even all right.

We start from scratch.

Come work for me.

What do you say, huh?

Huh, what do you say, sweetheart?

- Okay, we have to go now.

- What can they do, arrest me?

- Very funny.

- It's over, Meg.

- An eye for an eye.

- And a tooth for a tooth.

- What are you going to do now?

- Going back inside.

- Really?

- I'll be out soon, sort things out.

I'm too old for this sh*t.

- I'll come to see you, every week.

- I'd like that.

- I'll miss you.

- I know.

- You really sure?

- Yeah.

- Come on man.

You could disappear in a flash

and no one will find you.

You know that.

I don't understand you.

- Not this time.

- Christ, man, you got three years to do.

How are you gonna survive in there?

- Day by day.

- Wait a minute, John.

- Yeah, no rush.

- Weren't you dying to get back in here?

- Couldn't wait.

- Well, how did your taste of freedom go?

- What can I say?

I saw some old friends,

spent some hour with my niece out there

and do some spring cleaning.

That's it, a normal day, a day off.

- We need you John Gordon.

- Who are you?

- Your country needs you.

- Who are you?

- A friend.

- I've got no friends.

- From today,

you could have one.

- Hello.

Who is this?

He did what?

I'll rip off his head and sh*t

in his neck, Mr. President.

Hello beauties, where the hell

have you been all my life?

Come get some.