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Failure! (2023)

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(WAVES RIPPLING)

(SPLASH)

(WATER GURGLING)



WOMAN 1:

Listen, I'm sorry,

but my hands are tied here.

(MAN SIGHS)

MAN 1:

There must be something

I can do.

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN 1:

Are you gonna get that?

Hmm? Oh, no.

Um... (CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFLES)

How about this?

How about I take out

a different kind of loan?

So it's not a business loan.

It's not an experimental loan.

It's more of a personal

growth loan, we'll call it.

That way, we avoid

the, uh, trap of the business,

and I can still, uh,

invest in where I need to,

and business can grow,

and we can both make some money.

I-- you're six months behind

on your current loan.

If you don't

make the payments now,

we'll have no choice

but to go into foreclosure.

I understand.

I understand, but you know,

I have always paid on time,

and I know

that that counts for something.

Actually, it counts for a lot.

WOMAN 1:

Unfortunately, it doesn't.

You know, we could have

gone with a bigger bank,

but we didn't.

Could have gone with

a big chain,

but we went with you,

and do you know

why we went with you?

We went with you because

you understand families

like nobody else does.

WOMAN 1:

That's why I'm here, James.

Out of respect for you

and your father.

God rest his soul.

JAMES:

Excellent. So you'll help us?

I'm trying to.

I put the process off

for as long as I could.

Make the payments or you're

going to lose the factory.

(SIGHS)

God damn it.

Whatever happened to loyalty?

WOMAN 1:

Look, I get that you're upset,

but I'm on your side here.

I understand.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

God dammit.

Well, um,...

it's just the family heritage,

you know?

This place, everything.

WOMAN 1:

Believe me, I understand.

This has got to be awful.

Okay.

I can give you four days.

After that,

there's nothing I can do.

-I understand. Thank you.

-WOMAN 1: All right.

JAMES:

Thanks for comin' by, Paulina.

I really appreciate you

making the drive out.

PAULINA:

No worries.

JAMES:

It was nice to see you again.

PAULINA:

You, too.

Be in touch soon, yeah?

-JAMES: You betcha.

-All right.

JAMES:

Be safe backin' out of

the driveway.

PAULINA:

Thank you.

-(DOOR SHUTS)

-(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

(DISTANT FOOTFALLS)



JAMES:

God damn it!

(BOTTLE CLUNKS)

(CAP CLINKS)

-(GLASS CLINKS)

-(DRINK POURS)

(BOTTLE CLUNKS)

Oh.

(BUTTON CLICKS)

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Answer your phone, James.

The buyers have been on my--

(BUTTON CLICKS)

MAN 3: (ON PHONE)

Where the hell are you?

We need to talk.

-MAN 2: (ON PHONE) James?

-(BUTTON CLICKS)

CARLOS: (ON PHONE)

Hi, sir. It's Carlos.

I know you don't want

to be disturbed,

but there's an inspection

coming up

and we're behind on repairs.

I'd like to offer

a month's salary to help out.

Oh, God.

CARLOS: (ON PHONE)

Everyone just needs

to buckle down

and we can get this place back--



You know, I miss you,

you crazy old man.

There's no point

in avoiding them.

They need an answer.

I'm not avoiding them.

Well, then decide already.

I did decide.

-MAN 4: Really?

-Yes.

MAN 4:

Doesn't sound like it.

Oh, yeah.

Well, that's not gonna

make it any better.

JAMES:

Yes, it will!

You wanna know what I would do?

JAMES:

I don't care what you do.

Well, I'll tell you.

I'd stand up, be a man,

and stand up for what's mine.

Would you mind, please,

just today?

Thank you.

(PHONE RINGING)

Terrific.

Hi, Lizette.

LIZETTE: (ON PHONE)

What the hell is wrong

with you?

Your daughter's been trying

to get a hold of you for days.

Yes, well,

I've been kind of busy.

There's a lot goin' on

other than the wedding.

LIZETTE: (ON PHONE)

Just get on with it

and sell that sh*thole.

Jessica needs help

paying for the wedding,

and don't even get me started

about the bachelorette party!

Lizette, there are some things

in life

that are more important

than money.

LIZETTE: (ON PHONE)

Go f*ck yourself, James.

(CHUCKLES)

Ex-wives.

You gotta love 'em.

Yeah.

MAN 5:

Come out here!

Who the hell is that?

-I do not know.

-MAN 5: James!

Hey! James!

I know you're in there!

JAMES:

Oh, is that...

-JAMES: Oh.

-MAN 5: I need to talk to you!

JAMES:

It's Michael.

MICHAEL:

I said come out here!

(JAMES SIGHS)

James!

JAMES:

Shh! Shut the f*ck up.

MICHAEL:

Don't do this, James.

I'm telling you right now,

you are making a big mistake.

Okay, okay.

-First of all, hi, Michael.

-Hi.

Number two, what mistake?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about

the worst decision--

James!

Who is this guy?

Billy, it's okay. He's a friend.

Thank you, I appreciate.

You can go back

to bed now, okay?

Okay, thank you.

Come inside, will ya?

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Sun seems to be

affecting your mind.

-(CHUCKLES)

-What?

MICHAEL:

Real funny.

Okay, I'm begging you, okay?

Don't do this.

You know what's gonna happen

if you sell that place?

MAN 4:

How the hell does he know?

I don't know.

Michael, why don't

you calm down?

Take a breath.

Go fix yourself a drink.

MICHAEL:

Yeah, sure.

Why not?

(DRINK POURING)

(BOTTLE CLUNKS)

That's it.

MICHAEL:

Top show.

Typical.

Who told you?

I mean, come on, James.

I'm not an idiot.

I've been in that factory

my whole life.

Who else knows?

MICHAEL:

Well, it's mostly rumors,

but, you know,

doesn't take a genius

to figure it out.

(MICHAEL SLURPS)

Michael, what do you want?

(GLASS CLUNKS)

MICHAEL:

I need a loan.

Oh, you want a loan.

-MICHAEL: Yeah.

-Okay.

MICHAEL:

You know, I've been working

for you for years.

-Mm-hmm.

-MICHAEL: So I think I owe it.

Um, and also, the factory

that you're gonna sell,

it's basically a second home

for a lot of people,

and now you're actually gonna

give it away?

I'm not giving away anything.

Yeah, you're gonna give it away

for a big, fat check.

What would your father think?

He doesn't think anything

because he's dead.

MICHAEL:

Yeah.

Yeah,

betrayin' him sounds real easy.

What did you say?

Yeah, you're betraying him

and everyone

who broke their backs for you.

-Get over here.

-(MICHAEL GROANS)

-Sit down.

-(MICHAEL GROANS)

MICHAEL:

How's your problem?

Listen to me,

you little f*ckin' weasel.

You think I don't know that you

were skimming off the top

all those f*ckin' years?

I don't know how many thousands

of dollars you walked out with.

And my old man said to me,

he said, "No, no, no.

not Michael.

Michael has a wife.

Michael has a kid.

We gotta give that guy

some slack."

And I gave you slack.

And you come here

and you ask me

for a f*cking loan?

What do you want from me?

An apology?

I want you

to get the f*ck out of my house.

Get out.

MICHAEL:

Okay, you know what?

My dad helped your dad, too.

That was nothing.

Oh, it didn't seem like nothin'.

It seemed to me that your dad

almost lost everything

without my dad's help.

That was because your dad

was just tryin' to get

a controlling interest

of the stock!

Oh, my God,

your dad was a f*cking saint!

He was a saint!

(SCOFFS)

Okay, you know what?

Matter of fact, the whole reason

you're in this situation

is because your dumbass daddy

got bankrupt,

thanks to his b*tch ex-wife!

-(GROANS)

-(THUD)

MAN 4:

Okay, that's enough.

That's enough.

He comes into my house

and talks to me like that?

MAN 4:

I understand.

-He is a piece of shit.

-Yeah.

But beating him to death

is not a good idea.

Use your head.

Just calm down.

(PHONE RINGS)

-MAN 4: Who is that?

-I don't know.

It's Junior.

MAN 4:

What do you think he wants?

Wedding, of course.

What else?

MAN 4:

Oh, well,

now is not really the time

for festivities.

No.

MAN 4:

First thing's first.

-Gotta take care of this guy.

-JAMES: Yeah.

-(PHONE RINGS)

-What the f-- who's this?

-MAN 4: Little princess?

-Yeah.

MAN 4:

Well, probably take that one.

I think so.

Hi, sweetheart.

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Hi, Dad.

Hey, what's goin' on,

honey bunch?

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Look, I know it's supposed

to be a guy thing.

Yeah.

Well, what-- what guy thing?

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Oh, my God.

You didn't forget, did you?

No, no!

It's, uh, I didn't forget.

It's the-- the-- the--

the thing.

The...

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

The fitting?

The fitting, I mean.

The fitting, yeah.

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Today?

Yep, today.

Great, great!

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

You totally forgot.

Nope, didn't forget.

Uh, what time is

everyone coming over?

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

In a few minutes.

Junior might beat me there.

He just posted a story

on Instagram.

Oh, Instagram! Cool, cool!

Uh, well, I-- I'll see you soon,

sweetheart.

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Okay. Sounds great.

Okay, then.

WOMAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Love you, too.

Love you!

Damn it.

MAN 4:

Okay, we gotta move.

Oh, thanks

for the hot f*cking tip.

MAN 4:

Come on, old man.

Put your back into it.

(SIGHS)

I don't see you helpin'.

MAN 4:

I would if I could.

Yeah, sure.

Never heard that before.

-MAN 4: Come on.

-Every f*cking day of my life.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

MAN 4:

Yeah, you were never one

for hard labor.

Yeah?

Well, that's why I manage

a plastics factory.

MAN 4:

Come on.

Johnny on the spot.

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Oh, come on.

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

Come on.

-Come on.

-MAN 4: That's it.

JAMES:

Yeah, a f*ckin' reason...

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

MAN 4:

Good.

All right, now we should

probably tie him up.

Give me a minute, will you?

Please?

MAN 4:

Come on, find something.

I will have a heart attack.

All right.

MAN 4:

Do you have a--

maybe a belt or some rope?

Uh... Hold on.

MAN 4:

I don't know. Tube socks?

I don't know.

Maybe something up here.

Let me see.

-That's--

-MAN 4: What you got?

-(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

-That's it.

MAN 4:

Not any tape.

Do you have any tape?

Oh, wait.

Wondering where I put that.

MAN 4:

Oh. Oh.

-JAMES: Here.

-MAN 4: From when?

-I got it.

-MAN 4: Ah, perfect.

All right,

tie up the feet first.

Why?

MAN 4:

Well, if he comes to,

a kick is gonna

hurt more than a punch.

-Oh, yeah.

-MAN 4: Yeah.

-JAMES: Good point.

-MAN 4: Tie up the feet.

There you go.

Hey, by the way--

Oh, shit.

I wanna thank you

for all the help

you've put in today.

-It's been great.

-MAN 4: Oh, yeah.

JAMES:

We have no problem now.

You got yourself

into this mess.

I had nothing to do with this.

JAMES:

Me?

Uh, yeah.

I'm not the one

who punched him in the face.

(JAMES GRUNTS)

JAMES:

Well, you had it comin'.

All right. Yeah.

Tie the arms behind the back.

JAMES:

You know you had it coming.

(JAMES GRUNTS)

-g*dd*mn.

-MAN 4: There you are.

Come on.

We don't have a lot of time.

A fitting.

A wedding fitting.

-MAN 4: Yeah. Great timing.

-g*dd*mn it.

Doesn't everybody

just wear suits, and ties,

and tuxes anymore?

MAN 4:

Well, that's how it used to be.

Why does there have to be a...

fashion event like...

Coco Channel or some crap?

MAN 4:

All right. Let's focus.

Tape his mouth.

We don't want him yammerin'.

I'm getting there.

I'm getting there.

-It's not as easy as it looks.

-MAN 4: Yeah.

You really clocked him good.

-Yeah, I know.

-MAN 4: Good.

Well, he shouldn't have opened

his big trap,

and I wouldn't have had to

shut it.

MAN 4:

There we go.

There we go, got it.

Okay.

Come here, big boy.

MAN 4:

There you go.

Perfect.

All right.

Just leave him in here. Easy.

-Steady.

-I'm steady.

MAN 4:

You know what? I can actually

smell that whiskey

on your breath.

-Huh? (EXHALES)

-MAN 4: Yeah.

Why don't you just

take a minute,

splash a little water

in your face?

-Good idea.

-MAN 4: Yeah.

You don't wanna be smellin'

of booze

in front of

your little princess.

JAMES:

No, I don't.

Jesus Christ.

A f*ckin' wedding fitting.

A fashion show.

Why can't we just

watch fashion shows on TV

like everybody else?

I have no f*cking idea.

All right.

MAN 4:

All right. You look good.

Let's just pray our friend

doesn't wake up

while our guests are here.

Thanks.

You're all sunshine.

Hmm. All right.

Focus. Calm.

Focus.

Calm.

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(INHALES, EXHALES)

(DOOR KNOB RATTLES)

MAN 6:

Out of my way.

-Hello, James.

-Junior.

-Hi.

-Hello.

How are you?

Hello.

-How are you, sir?

-Nick, good to see you.

Good to see you.

-You don't have to call me sir.

-Yes, sir.

-Call me James.

-James. Sorry.

-Dad.

-Hi, sweetheart.

You look exhausted, Dad.

JAMES:

Well, I'm old.

Mm, you stink of booze.

Yeah, well, it's been

one of those days, honey.

JUNIOR:

It's nice. It's really nice.

NICK:

James, these are my best men,

Charles, Juan, and Takuma.

JAMES:

Okay.

Well, uh, hello, boys.

Uh, sit down.

We'll have to make this quick,

all right?

Well, this party was meant to be

for the men and the grooms,

but you are basically

a dude, Maria.

Hmm,

I'll take that as a compliment.

Well, you should.

I am.

Anyways,

we have plenty of time

to start trying them on

all at the same time.

I designed them myself,

the gooeyberas,

but what do you think?

Um, they're great, bro.

I know, it goes with your eyes.

MAN 4:

Your future son-in-law

is a terrible liar.

And this one

is for the father of the bride.

JAMES:

Um, I think

I'll just wear a suit.

A suit?

You're kidding, right?

I mean,

a suit is for the ceremony,

and the gooeyberas

is for the wedding reception.

MARIA:

The guayaberas. Gua, yep.

JAMES:

Uh, uh, isn't that a little,

uh, hideous?

MARIA:

Shitty?

-Excuse me?

-JAMES: Maria.

MARIA:

What? It's true!

JAMES:

Um, I was going to say, uh,

flashy.

Well, you'll look great in this.

It's perfect for you, James.

JAMES:

Junior,

is your father going

to be wearing the same thing?

Oh, well, I mean,

you know my father.

It's not really

quite his style.

Um, he's gonna be wearing

a boring old shirt,

but you'll knock him dead

in this, James.

Yeah, dead is a good choice

of words.

You see, this is why it was

meant to be for the men only.

Excuse me?

JAMES:

Junior, maybe I should

just wear a regular shirt.

But it's not a competition.

Okay, what's your problem?

Just let my dad wear

whatever he likes!

But that's not the plan!

No one cares about your plan.

No one elected you president

of this wedding.

Nicholas, are you gonna

say something here?

Um, look, if he doesn't

wanna wear your shirt,

he shouldn't have to.

-Thank you.

-Seriously?

JAMES:

Listen,

I will wear that guayabera.

-Thank you, James.

-Dad.

JAMES:

Okay, can we hurry this up now,

please?

Oh, sure, but we still have

to have the rest of you all

try them on.

JAMES:

Great, in the meantime,

I'm goin' to get a drink.

-You mind if I get one, too?

-JAMES: No.

Yeah,

I think we could all use one.

JAMES:

Sure, sure. Sweetheart.

(SIGHS)

What's wrong with your brother?

I'm so sorry about him.

Can't wait to have him

in the family.

Don't worry, you get used to him

in about two decades.

I'm gonna go get us some ice,

okay?

(DRINK POURS)

JAMES:

Hi, honey.

Do you realize

what a f*cking douchebag he is?

Hey, hey, hey,

keep your voice down, will you?

Why?

He thinks this is an episode

of q*eer Eye.

-Honey--

-Look at him. Look at him.

That, those,

are our and your new family,

and we have to

support your sister all we can.

No, Jessica is marrying them,

not us.

We didn't choose this.

No, yeah.

Okay, look, just help me

with these drinks, will you?

-Nick.

-MARIA: I'll take--

NICK:

Yeah, got some ice.

Okay, set that down

and take these to your pals,

all right?

-Thank you, James.

-Welcome.

-MARIA: Dad?

-What?

What happened to your hands?

Oh, that, um...

Dad.

Yeah, that's--

that's nothing, sweetheart.

What happened?

Well, I was out back.

You know how I like to garden,

and, uh, those blackberry thorns

were, uh, were really...

-Dad.

-They were...

Is this about Sam?

Can't fool her.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Honey, right now, you, me,

and Carlos at the factory

are the only three people

that know it,

so please

let's keep it that way,

and please do not

tell your mother

about this right now, all right?

What's gonna happen to Carlos?

Valid question.

I don't know.

He'll be fine.

I'll make sure he's fine.

-Dad.

-It'll be fine, honey.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Let's enjoy ourselves.

-Are you sure?

-Yes. Now, look--

(CLEARS THROAT)

Remember last time, when I went

to your pal's wedding,

I got everybody's name wrong?

Well, at your sister's wedding,

we are not goin' to

let that happen.

Okay.

So let's learn them now

while we're standing here.

Okay, let's see.

So, of course, I know Junior,

and obviously...

-Nick.

-Who's that guy?

To the left, Juan.

Juan.

And Takuma,

who's quite a bit...

And Pa-- Patu-- huh?

-Takuma.

-Takuma.

-Takuma.

-Takuma.

Oh, like, I'll r--

I'll remember that.

Because, like, that, uh,

like, uh, that movie we saw

all the time you wanted to

watch when you were a kid,

you know, like, Takuma Matata.

-No.

-No?

-No.

-No

That's a song,

and it's Hakuna Matata.

-Oh.

-That's Takuma, not Hakuna.

All right. Well, close enough.

-MARIA: Yeah.

-JAMES: This is fun.

JUNIOR:

Amazing!

MAN 4:

Speaking of being

in the closet...

-Shh, quiet!

-Pardon me?

JAMES:

Nothing. Please continue.

Hey, this is so tight, man.

No,

it's supposed to be like that.

No, they're not, dude.

Suck it up.

Well, thanks.

Hey. Salud, f*ckers.

Cheers.

Um, where's mine?

Oh, this one's for you, sorry.

Um, but this is a whiskey.

Perceptive, as always.

Do you know how many calories

is in that?

I'll take a tequila

or Licor 443.

I'm sorry, Junior, no can do.

Are you joking?

But you had one job.

MARIA:

My bad.

But where's the--

your manners in that?

Junior, please, cut it out.

Just saying.

JAMES:

I-- I will have the bar

stocked up

with whatever you want, okay?

NICK:

There you go.

Can we move on?

Sure, but we're just

waiting on Charles.

-JAMES: What?

-NICK: He's in the bathroom.

I told him to use that one.

JAMES:

Which one?

NICK:

Uh, you said that one

was broken last time, right?

Yeah, it is.

NICK:

So I told him to use the one

by your bedroom.

I hope that was okay.

-Oh, shit.

-MAN 4: Oh, shit.

JAMES:

Uh, fine.

It's the, uh, it's the plumbing

in the house, sweetheart.

I'll take care of it.

NICK:

Oh, it's okay, I got it, James.

No, no, Nick, I've got it.

Thank you.

NICK:

All right.

-Um...

-(KNOCKS)

Hello?

CHARLES:

Uh, hi, sir.

Sorry about this.

Nick said the other bathroom

was busted.

Yes, it is.

Uh, um, you okay in there?

CHARLES:

Uh, yeah, I'm good.

Great. You haven't been

out of there yet, have you?

-CHARLES: No, not yet.

-Great!

So you just stay in there

and, uh, do your business,

and let me know

how that toilet's flushing

when you're done, okay?

-CHARLES: Totally cool.

-Great.

And I'll be next door,

in the closet,

uh, moving some things,

so if you hear some loud

noises, just stay in there.

CHARLES:

Okey dokey.

Great.

(DOOR KNOB RATTLES)

-(MICHAEL GRUNTING)

-You shut the f*ck up.

CHARLES:

What? I didn't say anything.

Nope, not you.

Stay in there.

Everything's just fine.

Shut the f*ck up!

CHARLES:

I'm not saying anything.

Not you. Stay in there.

Everything's just fine.

Don't come out.

(MICHAEL GRUNTING)

JAMES:

Shut up!

-(DOOR SLAMS)

-CHARLES: Oh, man!

Uh, sir, are you okay?

-I'll be right out.

-Nope. Stay in the bathroom!

Poor bastard.

Maybe we should

just get rid of him.

-Now?

-Not now, dumbass.

-Oh.

-(PHONE RINGING)

NICK:

Hey, is, uh, Charles okay?

Yeah, everything's great.

He's doin' great.

NICK:

Nice. Thank you.

Will see ya.

Okay.

Hey.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

There you are.

I've been calling you

all f*ckin' day!

Well, sorry.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Okay, listen.

I spoke with Robert.

Mm-hmm.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

And the deal is done.

Mm-hmm.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

We're all set.

Okay.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Okay?

Uh, there's about

12 million reasons

why it's a little better

than okay.

Hey. The bid is too low.

The company is worth twice that,

and you know it.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Oh, man. This again.

I'm serious.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Serious or just wasted.

I can smell the whiskey

through the phone.

Yeah.

Well, the truth of the matter--

Boss man.

Uh, just wanted to follow up.

Toilet flush is great.

(SNAP)

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

What the hell, James?

(SIGHS)

You don't understand.

But I've explained it to you

about a million f*cking times.

It's my family's legacy, genius.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Okay, bud.

I didn't wanna have

to do this, but f*ck it.

You owe a lot of money

to a lot of people,

including myself.

You're gonna

get your percentage.

MAN 2: (ON PHONE)

Not if you

keep twiddling your d*ck.

You know the kind of shit

that's gonna rain down on you

if you don't work with me?

MAN 4:

That sounded like a threat.

JAMES:

Yes, it did.

Hey, you can't thr*aten me,

Alvar.

ALVAR: (ON PHONE)

Sure I can.

You and Daddy's books

are dirty, and I've got 'em.

If I go down, you go down.

ALVAR: (ON PHONE)

Maybe.

But it's gonna be kinda tough

on your girls

when you're in prison

and the IRS

seizes their inheritance.

God damn it.

I thought we were friends.

ALVAR: (ON PHONE)

I am your friend, James.

But one way or another,

you're gonna sign this deal.

Or I guess you could always

put your house on the market.

My house?

ALVAR: (ON PHONE)

I want my money!

So what's it gonna be?

(INDISTINCT ARGUMENIN BACKGROUND)

MARIA:

Look at that! Oh, my God!

Call you back.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION)

MARIA:

What? You're a f*cking d*ck!

NICK:

Oh, they're not that bad.

NICK:

Junior, please! Calm down!

What-- what is going on here?

Hey, hey. Hey. Hey.

MARIA:

Oh, my God,

you stay out of this!

JAMES:

Hey!

Hey. What is going on here?

MARIA:

Junior, won't listen

about the guayaberas!

They're too small!

Look at Charles!

Listen, the wedding

is in three months,

and we have no more time

to order new ones.

Yeah! Three f*cking months!

We've got plenty of time

to order new shirts!

But do you have any idea

how much time and effort

I poured into making these?

-Yes.

-Well, they look disgusting!

Please, quiet down. Please.

Butt out, James!

Seriously!

You don't talk to him like that!

Shut up, all of you!

God damn it.

You, Maria, and Nick are gonna

go to the real designer

and get guayaberas

that Nick likes

because it is his wedding.

I am gonna wear

whatever shirt I like.

And Junior, drop the liquor

cost for the bar.

I'll pay it,

and I'll cut you a check

tonight. All right?

Well, sure,

but we still have to get

all the suits for the groomsmen

at the church.

You sure you can

still afford that, James?

Hey, watch your mouth,

you little prick!

Go ahead.

Hit me, psycho.

I'll f*cking sue your ass.

MARIA:

No one likes an angry queen.

What the hell?

MARIA:

It's okay, Junior!

Just f*cking come out already!

I'm gay. Takuma's gay.

No one cares.

You're gay?

(SLURPS)

-(THUNK)

-Yeah.

Everyone knows.

-It's true.

-JAMES: Great.

So, there's nothing more.

There's the door.

Thank you so much, guys.

-It was very useful.

-All right.

Come on, you heard the man.

(SLURPS)

MARIA:

Here, post...

Here.

Thank you, James.

-You're welcome.

-Yes.

-Have a good wedding.

-We will.

I just want Jessica to be happy.

That makes two of us.

Thank you, sir.

Dad,

you shouldn't have let Junior

talk to you like that.

JAMES:

It doesn't matter.

It does to me!

You don't have money

to pay for it right now.

JAMES:

Honey, I'm workin' on it.

Jessica needs to

push the wedding off.

I mean, she's got her head

in the damn clouds.

JAMES:

I know.

But I'm not gonna do that

to her.

You know, it's---

it's her big day.

Dad.

JAMES:

Huh?

Is this about Mom?

JAMES:

No, sweetheart.

It is not about Mother.

She's just like Jessica.

I mean, this bachelorette party

is gonna cost a fortune, Dad.

JAMES:

Yeah,

but your sister deserves it,

and if you get married someday,

you will, too.

Samantha and I aren't

even close to that level yet.

JAMES:

Well, when you are,

when you want

a big-time blowout.

Not if it's gonna

leave us all destitute.

-I mean...

-JAMES: Honey.

Don't they know what's going on?

Yeah, they do,

but not all of it.

Do I?

Sweetheart, do you trust me?

Do you trust your old man?

Yeah. With my life.

Then let me handle it,

all right?

Okay.

I just get worried sick

about all this.

I know.

Oh, I know.

Come here.

I'm gonna show you

somethin' super cool.

-What?

-JAMES: You're gonna love this.

-Oh.

-JAMES: This is magic.

-JAMES: This...

-MARIA: Dad.

I don't even know if you kids

know what this is anymore.

It's a record.

-MARIA: Mm...

-Remember these?

MARIA:

I think so.

Yeah, look at that. Ha-ha!

MARIA:

Dad, what-- what--

what's that music?

It is Ave Maria.

Remember this song?

I love it.

And I love it the most

because when you were

about this big,

and you had about four teeth in

your head,

little stringy blonde hairs

on your face,

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy",

and you'd dance around.

A little show off,

but I loved it.

And I would go

and dance with you like this.

-MARIA: Daddy, you don't even

-And like that.

MARIA:

Dance it like that.

-Come on, dance with me.

-(MARIA CHUCKLES)

Da-da-da--

MARIA:

Dad, you look ridiculous.

Da-da-da

Yeah, I know.

That's the whole point.

Da-da

-Come on, get over here.

-MARIA: Dad.

Get over here.

-Get over here.

-MARIA: Oh.

Every daughter must suffer

the indignities

of dancing with her father.

-MARIA: No.

-Oh, yeah.

That's right.

That's how it goes.

-Da-da

-Oh, God.

Oh, see?

Isn't this awesomely amazing?

No, this is-- this is silly.

Yeah, well, that's the point.

That's what daddies get

when they raise little girls.

The privilege to dance

with them in a very silly way.

MARIA:

Oh.

Do you know

that you and your sister

are the most important thing

in my life?

Yes, we know.

At least I do.

(KISSES)

Good.

MARIA:

Dad.

You know, you're never gonna

have to worry about anything.

Dad, it wasn't your fault.

We were living through

a world financial crisis.

You don't have to

blame yourself, Dad.

Nah.

No. I got cocky.

You know, I--

I thought I was smarter than--

than your grandpa.

Dad.

Everyone wants to be better

than their parents.

I mean, look at me.

JAMES:

Oh,

so you think you're better

than your old man?

-Is that what you think?

-I mean...

-Wow!

-You don't think so?

-Wow.

-What?

All right, all right.

I get it.

-(CHUCKLES)

-Yeah.

Dad.

What?

You're the best man I know,

Daddy.

I should have taught you more

about standards.

That was my fault.

I know it.

Everyone falls.

(TOGETHER)

Standing back up

is the hard part.

Who said that again?

-Me.

-(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, well, sounds familiar.

Dad, Grandpa did amazing things,

but...

...he never had to face

what you're going through.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey.

Um, yo amo a lot.

(CHUCKLES)

What?

Did I get that right?

How'd I do?

-Um...

-JAMES: Listen.

-Rough-- rough seven.

-JAMES: No muy bueno.

-Rough seven.

-JAMES: That's bad, yeah.

JAMES:

Okay. I'll work on it.

You'd think I would have learned

something else from your mother

except give me more dinero,

but I didn't, so...

(CHUCKLES)

Te amo, Papi. Yeah.

(KISSING)

Love you, sweetheart.

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh.

-Go on, answer it.

-No, no, no.

Go on, answer it.

It's gotta be Samantha.

Sorry, Dad, sorry.

JAMES:

It's all right.

Go ahead, sweetheart.

Hello? Yeah.

I'll be there in half an hour.

JAMES:

Tell her I said hi.

My dad says hi.

She says hi back.

JAMES:

Hello.

Yeah, I'll be there

with food soon.

Love you.

JAMES:

Does she know how to dance?

MARIA:

Better than both of us, yes.

Oh, well, that's good.

Now,

when do I get to meet her?

Whenever our family

isn't falling apart,

or the wedding,

whichever one comes first.

Wow! All right.

Well, I'm lookin' forward to it.

And I love you.

-I love you, too.

-JAMES: Go live your life.

JAMES:

Come here now.

-Bye, Daddy.

-JAMES: Bye, sweetheart.

Take care, take care.

JAMES:

Okay.

I haven't heard that song

in a long time.

Yeah, me neither.

MAN 5:

A lot of memories on that one.

JAMES:

Yeah.

The only thing that ever played

on that other than this

was I Got a Gal in Kalamazoo,

which I heard,

like, 900 times a night.

(MAN CHUCKLES)

That's a classic.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry

I'm gonna miss her wedding.

She is something special,

that one.

Yeah, she is.

You know, it's funny,

some parents actually like to

spend time with their children.

-Is that right?

-Yeah, that is right.

You know what I think?

Hmm?

I think it's good for kids to

have time

away from their parents,

time on their own,

so that they can learn

how to make their own choices

for themselves.

That's what builds character.

-Is that right?

-Mm-hmm.

So, as an example--

(CLEARS THROAT)

A kid might choose

to have his character built

by his father working at--

while he's at a recital,

or character built

while his father is working

while he's taking

an important test,

character building

most of the time.

-Is that it?

-You know what that sounds like?

-What?

-A lot of blame.

I'm not blaming.

I don't blame anything.

I think you love playin'

the blame game.

-No, I don't.

-That is a heavy load to carry.

-Aren't you tired?

-No.

Aren't you tired of carrying

all that around with you?

-No.

-James, you have to let that go.

I'm not holding anything.

I'm just living my life

as it happens to me.

Hmm.

Seems a bit passive to me.

You let things happen to you

rather than making

things happen.

So make a move.

I think it was your turn.

Let's see what choice

you'll make now.

Oh, you wanna finish this game?

Yeah.

This game never ends

until you beat me.

Pfft. Watch this.

It's gonna end,

like, in a minute.

-All right.

-Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Take your time.

I am taking-- I'm--

Give me a minute.

That's the move you wanna make?

Yes.

Yeah, right there.

See? The--

Now my pawn can take your pawn

and--

And-- and because of that--

because of that,

your knight might move here,

but it probably won't,

so my piece is protected now.

It's protected.

MAN 4:

I applaud you

for making a choice.

It just happened to be

the wrong one.

Queen exposed.

Bishop takes queen.

You already lost your most

powerful piece on the board,

James.

You know why?

Because you don't think ahead.

I did think ahead!

It's just that--

MAN 4:

You have to think many,

many moves ahead, James.

You have to learn

how to attack,

keep your opponent

on the defensive.

How many times

do I have to tell you that?

JAMES:

I looked ahead. Just--

It just wasn't working out

the way I had anticipated it to.

-(PHONE RINGING)

-(CHESS PIECE RATTLES)

MAN 4:

You gonna answer that?

(SIGHS)

MAN 4:

Who is it?

The greedy fucker again?

Yeah.

MAN 4:

You know what?

Why don't we take care

of the other fucker first?

How about that?

Let's do that.



(DOOR LOCK RATTLES)

(MICHAEL GRUNTS)

Afternoon, weasel.

MICHAEL:

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

JAMES:

I can't understand

what you're saying.

MICHAEL:

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

JAMES:

Hang on.

I'll take it off nice and slow.

(SCREAMS)

MICHAEL:

God! f*ck!

JAMES:

Uh-oh. Oh, well.

Let me give you a hand there.

(SCREAMS)

MICHAEL:

f*ck!

Get me the hell out of here

right now!

He doesn't sound very calm.

Is that a or else?

MICHAEL:

This is as*ault and kidnapping,

as*h*le!

Oh, all of a sudden

he's a lawyer.

MICHAEL:

You're lookin' at 10 years

in jail,

so I suggest you cut me loose

and negotiate.

MAN 4:

Now we've got a problem.

Negotiate? Well--

MICHAEL:

Unless you want every inmate

in jail

to treat your as*h*le

like a g*dd*mn sausage factory,

you're gonna give me half

of that sale!

MAN 4:

Easy there, big guy.

Wow, he knows the ins and outs

of prison.

How do you know all

the ins and outs of prison?

Did you--

did you shank your roommate

during a 23-hour lockdown, huh?

MICHAEL:

This isn't funny.

I'm telling you,

cut me loose now!

Well, I don't think

I can do that.

MICHAEL:

Wait, what are you doing?

(JAMES GRUNTS)

Well, I was gonna go,

you know, cross-country

with my kids,

but now that you're here,

it's a change of plan,

don't you think?

MICHAEL:

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

The-- the neighbor!

The neighbor saw me!

If anything happens to me,

he'll know!

MAN 4:

He's not as dumb as he looks.

You mean Billy.

MICHAEL:

Whatever the f*ck his name is,

yeah!

Billy, that's funny.

No, you know, Billy calls out

his wife's name every night

at midnight,

but his wife's been dead

for ten years,

and so when the police come

to take a statement--

-(CLICKS TONGUE)

-Well, there's that.

MICHAEL:

No, no, no, no.

Y-- You're bluffing!

MAN 4:

Home run.

Am I?

You mean to say bunting,

not bluffing.

-Bunting, a little--

-(MIMICS TAPPING)

Like that, right?

MICHAEL:

You better not f*cking

use that thing!

I would not use this thing.

Do you honestly think

I would hit you with this?

I'm not going to

hit you with this.

I would never

hit you with this.

What I'm going to do

is bash you

for every single time

you f*ck with my family.

MICHAEL:

No, wait, James, wait, no!

(THUMP)

(BAT CLUNKS)

This isn't me.

I don't do this.

-No?

-No!

I'm not sure the last guy

you beat the crap out of

would agree.

Now, don't--

don't give me that look, okay?

This one's on you.

-No, it isn't!

-Yes, it is,...

...and if it wasn't for me,

your little princess would

have seen the real you.

Oh.

Yeah, think it over

all you want.

Yeah. All right.

Okay. All right.

You know who we should call.

-Slavko.

-Hmm.

Good old Mr. Clean of death.

-Slavko.

-MAN 4: I miss the guy.

Yeah. Let's see.

Slavko. Slavko. There he is.

(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

Uh, hello. Slavko. It's me.

Um, I've got a situation here

I need your help with.

And the price will be the same.

It's the same address.

So as soon as you--

Real ray of sunshine, that one.

Let's hope he shows up.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Okay.

-That was quick.

Shit.

Did he get here already?

Are we expecting someone else?

No.

-I don't think so.

-All right. Come on.

You gotta make sure

you don't have any on you.

Check yourself out

in the mirror.

JAMES:

Shit!

MAN 4:

All right. Just relax.

-Look good.

-JAMES: Yeah.

What if it's the police?

You think it's the police?

MAN 4:

I-- I don't know.

I mean, maybe old Billy had

a dramatic recovery.

-(MAN CHUCKLES)

-That's not funny.

MAN 4:

Relax.

You're being paranoid.

-JAMES: Jesus Christ!

-MAN 4: Fine.

JAMES:

f*ck is that knocking?

It's fine. Just relax.

Calm. You look good.

You look good.

JAMES:

Okay.

What about protection?

You know,

that'd be a good idea.

-Good idea. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

-Yeah.

Better to be prepared than not.

JAMES:

That's true.

MAN 4:

Oh, you still keep it

by the bed.

JAMES:

Yeah. Well...

Where else am I gonna keep it?

Behind the toilet?

-(g*n COCKS)

-JAMES: Yeah.

-MAN 4: Good?

-Loaded. Ready to go.

Right.

It's only a 22,

but it'll have to do.

Focus.

-Deep breath.

-(INHALES, EXHALES)

You're in control.

I'm in control.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Coming!

Jesus Christ.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-JAMES: I'm coming! I'm coming!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR KNOB RATTLES)

ALVAR:

It's about f*ckin' time.

Uh, hi, Alvar.

How you doin'?

We didn't finish

our conversation.

Okay.

(CAP CLINKS)

Hey.

Why don't you go over to my bar

and fix yourself a drink?

Might as well.

'Cause I'm gonna

keep this place as collateral.

MAN 4:

Ouch.

Okay.

I'm sick of your shit, man.

I want my money.

Yeah?

Well, you mentioned that.

What happened to you, man?

All this legacy bullshit.

Where's the guy I met?

Huh?

The ambitious fucker

who wanted to eat the world!

JAMES:

He's gone.

If he ever existed.

Come on, man.

He's standing

right in front of me.

Okay?

Look. That's your problem?

You just gotta be positive,

dude.

Okay? Okay. You lost everything.

So what?

You got a chance right here

to get it all back.

You just gotta get this loser

version of yourself

out of your system.

Okay.

So I'm just tryin' to--

we're friends now?

Is that what it is?

Friends.

Partners.

I can be whatever the hell

you want me to be.

You just gotta play ball.

JAMES:

Half hour ago,

you were gonna put me in prison.

Things got heated.

Let's move on.

Well,

we need to ask for

the original 15 million.

No. It's over.

12 is more than generous.

JAMES:

Well, my father

wouldn't have taken it.

(SCOFFS)

Easy for him to say

under six feet of dirt.

Okay. Hear me, man. Okay?

We are...

We're in the eye.

JAMES:

Mm-hmm.

Of this f*cking

financial hurricane.

JAMES:

Okay.

-All right?

-JAMES: Mm-hmm.

So the real f*ckin' storm's

gonna hit

when those interest rates--

(MIMICS A POP)

-Skyrocket.

-JAMES: Wow!

Nobody is gonna give you

more than this.

It's actually a f*cking miracle

they're offering you this much.

JAMES:

Well,

there's always more buyers.

Oh, yeah? Where? Indulge me.

JAMES:

I don't know.

We have to look for them.

I just want what's mine, okay?

JAMES:

And you'll get it

when I say it's the right time.

The right time is now.

JAMES:

Nope. It's not.

And this place belongs to me.

Give me the f*ckin' deed,

we'll be even.

And you can do whatever the f*ck

you want

with your stupid factory.

(JAMES LAUGHING)

JAMES:

You're a funny guy, Alvar.

Yeah.

This place is worth,

I guess, what?

10 times what I owe you?

Fine.

I'll take out the interest

and give you the rest.

JAMES:

You're out of your mind.

Get outta here.

Last warning, James.

JAMES:

Call my lawyer

and get out of my house.

(SCOFFS, SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

Yeah, man.

See, I...

(SCOFFS)

I'm not goin' anywhere.

JAMES:

What are you gonna do?

sh**t me?

You think you're the only one

that took a hit here?

Well, you've been

mulling this shit over.

Taking time away

from my paying clients.

My f*cking firm tanks.

JAMES:

Okay, well, I never bet

on one horse, I guess.

I owe people that, uh,

that you don't wanna

cross paths with.

If they don't get paid,

bad things are gonna happen.

So, uh,

there's two ways out of this.

You give me the deed

or you sign those papers.

You know what?

f*ck you.

We're doin' this right now.

(TAPS PHONE)

ALVAR:

Hold on.

Yeah, Robert.

Please tell him it's Alvar.

-(ALVAR LAUGHING)

-ALVAR: Yeah. Hi.

ALVAR:

Hello.

Uh, uh, oh--

No, I'm sorry to bother you.

Uh, we're, uh,

I'm just here with James.

He says he's, uh, eager

to sign the contract today.

That's right.

No, actually, we're at

his house in Sunny Valley.

Perfect.

Sounds beautiful.

I can text you the address.

Wonderful.

Now you tell Mr. Serge

that we're lookin' forward

to meeting with him.

All right.

Bye-bye now.

(ALVAR SIGHS)

ALVAR:

And done.

JAMES:

Wow! Wow!

You actually just did that

in my own house.

Hmm.

Kinda poetic, right?

Your dad started

the f*ckin' business right here,

and wherever that old shit is,

he's gonna watch you finish it.

JAMES:

I've known a lot of backstabbers

in my life,

but you take the prize.

Oh, whatever.

If your stubborn ass

had just listened to me,

this wouldn't

have gone downhill.

MAN 4:

This piece of shit knew

how this was gonna go down.

JAMES:

You planned it.

Yeah, right.

I mean, you're an as*h*le,

but not on this level.

JAMES:

You know I trusted you once?

And you still should!

This doesn't have to be

so f*cking complicated.

That factory has been

losing contracts for decades.

That is on your father, not you.

Everybody, including me,

has been trying to

beat that into your head.

Then put the g*n away.

ALVAR:

No.

So, okay.

Mr. Serge and I are just

gonna sign the papers

with that g*n in my face.

That it?

You have no idea who

you're dealing with, my friend.

JAMES:

Then tell me.

Oh, wait.

I do know who you are.

You know what?

Let's get that deed

just in case.

Um, for some insurance.

Come on.

Give me a nice little tour

of the place.

-You don't have to do this.

-ALVAR: Move!

Okay.

MAN 4:

Careful now.

So, where is it?

-It's not here.

-Bullshit!

It's in a safe deposit box.

-(CHUCKLES)

-Yeah.

ALVAR:

Like you trust the bank with

something that important.

It's not here.

ALVAR:

How about that tour?

You know, I don't think I've

ever seen downstairs before.

Probably should check out

my new property, right?

-Sure.

-Sure.

Go.

Watch your step.

Thanks.

(JAMES SIGHS)

(ALVAR LAUGHS)

ALVAR:

Nice!

Wow!

Uh, uh,

eclectic, kinda trashy way.

Yeah, you're wasting your time.

-What's in there?

-Nothing.

Oh, bad move.

Now my curiosity's

just k*lling me.

Go.

(JAMES SIGHS)

Oof! (CHUCKLES)

Well, didn't know you play.

JAMES:

Not much anymore.

(PHONE RINGING)

ALVAR:

Answer it and you're dead.

It will be kind of difficult

to sign the papers that way.

ALVAR:

Where is it?

MAN 4:

Don't tell him.

It's not here.

I don't have it.

-(g*nsh*t)

-Jesus.

ALVAR:

Don't f*ck with me, James.

I am not f*cking with you.

It is not here.

Alvar, in just about

three months' time,

I'm going to be walking

my daughter down the aisle.

So...

Do you even know I have a kid?

JAMES:

No.

No.

Why would you, right?

Big man like you,

you like to keep the help

at arm's length, right?

Jeremy.

Best f*cking thing that's

ever happened to me.

He's five f*cking years old.

He's better than me.

(LAUGHS)

And they say they're gonna

k*ll him if I don't pay up.

I made a few...

Just a couple bad bets,

that's it.

They're here to take my boy.

So it's the deed

or the f*ckin' money, now!

JAMES

Okay.

Okay.

I'm gonna go get it.

(SNIFFLES)

(ALVAR GRUNTS)

ALVAR:

Tour's getting

a little long here, James.

Give me a minute, all right?

(ALVAR TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

ALVAR:

Holy shit.

(ALVAR CHUCKLES)

f*ck.

For a rainy day, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

Yeah.

Pfft!

Not even close.

Wouldn't even cover

my f*ckin' Amex.

All right. You know what?

Upstairs, move.

(ALVAR SIGHS)

ALVAR:

Come on, big guy.

JAMES:

I'm goin'.

(ALVAR SIGHS)

ALVAR:

Where's next?

Where should we look next, huh?

How about upstairs

in your bedroom, hmm?

JAMES:

Sure.

(PHONE RINGS)

It might be my daughter.

If it is, she's going to worry,

and she's going to come over

to check.

I don't care.

(DOOR BANGING)

What the hell is that?

Boiler.

Shut the f*ck up.

Boiler.

(CHUCKLES)

-Anyone else here?

-Nope.

ALVAR:

Okay.

Let's check it out.

Okay.

(DOOR BANGING)

-There's nothing in there.

-Go!

(DOOR BANGS AND CREAKS)

(CHUCKLES)

That doesn't sound like nothin'.

Open it!

-There's nothing--

-I'm not gonna say it again!

(DOOR CREAKS)

(MICHAEL MOANS)

(ALVAR CHUCKLES)

Who the f*ck is that?

Somebody.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, shit!

(LAUGHS)

Oh, man, you just made

all this a whole lot easier.

Oh, f*ck.

You're gonna k*ll him, too?

(SIGHS)

Oh, no, not me.

You're gonna do it.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, a man was found dead

tonight

in the home

of a local business owner,

a former pillar

of the community,

experienced some recent

financial trouble

resulting

in a shocking bloodbath.

Well, he can definitely spin

a story.

Yes, he can.

Where's the deed?

It's not here.

Okay.

I don't have it.

Sure.

Haven't you?

(MICHAEL MOANS)

(g*nsh*t)

God dammit.

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS, SNIFFLES)

Okay.

Here's how it's gonna go.

Now you're gonna--

you're gonna give me the deed.

You're gonna sign the papers.

And I'll make whoever that was

disappear.

It's either that

or you get nothin'

and you die in a khaki jumpsuit.

-(PHONE RINGS)

-Give me your f*ckin' phone!

Shut up!

Give me the f*ckin' thing!

Okay. Okay, okay. Here you go.

(PHONE RINGING)

(CHUCKLES)

You expecting a call?

-Nope.

-(SCOFFS)

Nice daughter.

That's unknown number

three times, huh?

I don't know.

Robo call, I guess.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, who is this?

Hello.

f*ck off!

-(SIGHS)

-Anyway.

Phew!

What do you say, big guy?

You know, let's have a drink

and think it over.

-Come on.

-Sure.

Come on.

-Just listen--

-Shut your f*ckin' mouth!

Listening to you is

what got me in this f*cking mess

in the first place!

Okay.

There's another way.

ALVAR:

What about that corpse

in the closet

makes you think

I'm jokin' around?

You look thirsty.

JAMES:

Sure.

MAN 4:

Are you gonna do something

or what?

I am doing something.

-ALVAR: What was that?

-JAMES: Shut up.

JAMES:

Nothin'. Nothin'.

(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

Here we go.

Here we go. Nice.

(EXHALES)

One for you.

One for me.

(SIGHS)

You know what?

We should both cheer up.

'Cause this,

this is pregame

to the Super Bowl of your life.

JAMES:

Mm-hmm.

Here's to

all that f*ckin' money.

-(CLINK)

-(CHUCKLES)

(SLURPS, GULPS, GRUNTS)

You know,...

...in this--

in this really f*cked up way,...

...I'm kinda glad this happened.

You know, huge things like this,

they gotta be huge.

They don't--

they don't mean shit, right?

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh, f*ck it.

You gotta be kidding me.

(PHONE RINGING)

It's Jessica.

-JAMES: Give it to me.

-Uh-uh.

I'm gonna put her on speaker.

And if you say anything stupid,

that'll be the end of it.

JAMES:

Okay.

Just let me talk to my daughter.

No games, man.

JAMES:

No. No game.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hi, baby.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

Hi, Daddy.

So, how did it go?

What?

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

The fitting.

Is everyone still there?

Nope, they all left.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

What's wrong, Dad?

Nothing. I, uh...

I just made up my mind.

I'm selling the factory.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

Are you sure?

Well, your wedding's

gonna be great,

an event to remember.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

No!

That's not what

it's supposed to be about.

I should have done it

a long time ago.

I'm sorry I put you through

all this.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

I'm fine, Dad.

Alvar's right here with me.

We're going through

the paperwork.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

Oh, hey, Alvar. How are you?

Hey, Jess. I'm wonderful.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

You're coming to the wedding,

right?

Of course. Wouldn't miss it.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

That's great.

Um, sweetheart.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

Yeah?

Gotta go.

I'll give you a call tomorrow.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

Sounds good.

Okay.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

I'm super excited

for this next step

-in your life, Dad.

-Yep.

Just do me a favor and don't say

anything to your mother

or anyone until we

finalize the deal, okay?

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

I won't. I promise.

Bye-bye, honey.

Love you.

JESSICA: (ON PHONE)

Love you, too.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

JAMES:

Nope.

No. Of course it wasn't.

'Cause that's the way

it should be.

Happy daughter.

Happy family.

Happy life.

MAN 4:

Don't you f*cking dare.

Well?

I give up.

You win.

(SCREAMS)

That's what

I'm f*ckin' talkin' about!

James is back!

f*ck!

Ah!

(ALVAR GRUNTS)

Cheers, m*therf*cker.

(SLURPS, GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

Do you feel good?

JAMES:

Not really.

Get your head out of your ass,

man.

Just think about all the doors

that just opened up.

Stocks, bonds, real estate.

You know,

you can sell this place

and turn into a B&B.

Sky's the limit!

JAMES:

Mm-mm.

(SIGHS, SNIFFLES)

You still worried about

this guy?

This guy?

Let me tell you

something about your dad.

Your dad would be proud

as hell of you right now, man.

You wanna talk about legacy,

you are fulfilling it.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(CHUCKLES)

Look at that. Just in time.

(SNIFFLES, GRUNTS, SNIFFLES)

This, this here is just

for formality, all right?

Uh, think of it as insurance

for that life to come.

Come on, millionaire.

On your feet, on your feet.

Hoo!

There we go, come on.

(PATS)

(ALVAR CHUCKLES)

ALVAR:

Hoo!

(ALVAR SIGHS)

ALVAR:

Door to the future.

Yes, the door to the future.

(DOOR KNOB RATTLES)

ALVAR:

Who the hell are you?

(g*nsh*t)

Hi, Slavko.

MAN 4:

Well, he still knows

how to make an entrance.

Yes, he does.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(BOX THUDDING)

MAN 4:

Yeah, that's not gonna help.

JAMES:

Yes, it will.

What do I do?

MAN 4:

Your guess is

as good as mine here.

(BAG RUSTLING)

(PHONE RINGS)

JAMES:

Yeah?

MAN 6: (ON PHONE)

James, my man.

Great to hear your voice.

Hi, Robert.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Just wanted to let you know

that we're on the way.

Got stuck in a little traffic.

We apologize.

Okay, hold on a second.

(WHISPERING)

Come here. This way.

Um, yeah.

Uh, go ahead.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

It's still a go, right?

Uh, yeah, still a go.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Excellent.

Do you have any questions?

No, it's pretty straightforward.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Alvar can walk you through

the details.

Okay, uh, yeah,

Alvar's not gonna make it.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Really?

Mm-hmm.

He took a call,

said it was important,

and he left.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

More important than this?

Guess so.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Well, we'll have to address

that with him later.

But we're gonna need

another witness in this place.

Can't you do it?

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Unfortunately, that's not po--

Mr. Serge-- required--

(DISTORTED SPEECH)

Hold on. Wait a minute.

You're break--

you're breakin' up.

One second.

Can you-- can you hear me?

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Yes, James.

Okay, why can't you sign?

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

I'll be signing for Mr. Serge.

Normally, a representative

from the other side

is required

to avoid any complications.

Man, can't we put this off

for a day or two or...

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

No. Mr. Serge is a busy man.

All right.

All right, I'll handle it.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

Perfect. See you soon.

Yep. Yep. See you then.

Yeah.

Uh.

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

James, how's it goin'?

Hey. Get the papers?

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

Yes. The contract is in order.

The notary already

signed off on it.

Okay.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Not those. The other ones.

It, uh, it should be in a, um,

a manila envelope.

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

Um, yeah, I got them right here.

But these instructions...

Yeah, what about 'em?

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

Aren't they a little drastic?

Are we clear or not?

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

Of course. But...

Good.

So if you don't hear from me,

you know what to do.





MAN 4:

Regret doesn't mean shit now.

JAMES:

Did it ever?

MAN 4:

What's done is done.

(GLOVES RUSTLING)

Slavko, your, uh,

your work is

greatly appreciated here.

I, uh, just need one last thing.

Um, then you won't see me again.

I need you to be a witness

on a signature.

You know, it's a little

piece of paper.

Uh, I'll double the payment.

Thank you.

You want a drink?

Or not.

Still not much of a talker,

is he?

JAMES:

Have some respect.

He might be the only man

who knows everything about me.

Aren't you forgetting

about someone?

JAMES:

No.

(PHONE RINGS)

JAMES:

Uh, hey, Robert.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

James, we just got here.

JAMES:

Come on in.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

We would, but several cars

are blockin' the driveway.

JAMES:

Well, my neighbors use them

sometimes,

so just go around.

ROBERT: (ON PHONE)

No worries at all.

We'll just park on the street.

JAMES:

Okay.

That's them.

That was quick.

MAN 4:

Mm-hmm.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR CREAKS)

ROBERT:

Hello there.

Okay.

JAMES:

Slavko, they're okay.

They're friends.

(CHUCKLES)

Ah, James.

Good to see you, my man.

Thank you for letting us

into your home.

Let me introduce...

James, yes?

JAMES:

That's right.

Pleasure to finally meet you.

You as well.

(DOOR SHUTS)

I know your time is valuable,

so we won't waste it.

ROBERT:

Have your paperwork right here,

sir.

JAMES:

Before we begin...

Yes?

JAMES:

I wonder if I might have a word

with you.

Alvar warned me about you.

A shame he's not here.

It's not like him.

JAMES:

Yes, he, um, got hung up.

What would you like to discuss?

Please, come in.

We don't know each other.

But my factory,

it's all that I've got.

I completely understand.

Your father built it.

You nurtured it.

It's personal.

JAMES:

Pretty close.

But, uh, there's a little

more to it than that, you see.

On my end--

It's what you were,

what you are,

what you leave behind.

Birthright, heritage,

whichever word you choose,

none of them come close to what

it means.

Years ago, I was in a position

very much like yours.

Forced to part ways

with a small business

that was dear to me.

JAMES:

Really?

At first,

there was no price

they could possibly pay.

But then I realized what

was really important.

That's why I don't

blame you here.

JAMES:

What are you gonna do

with my company?

The answer should be simple,

right?

JAMES:

Yes.

But when you're at my level

and I'm not even at the top,

you have no idea.

It's frustrating,

but I can't tell you.

JAMES:

You know, I...

I have good people who've

worked with me my whole life.

James, I get it.

You care.

At the moment,

my hands are tied.

But once we sign,

the legal barriers

become somewhat hazy.

If you happen to hear

something,

it didn't come from me.

Understand?

JAMES:

Yes, I understand.

So, shall we?

ROBERT:

There you go.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

JAMES:

The bid is up

another $3 million.

It's now 15 million.

You really don't wanna

sell your baby?

JAMES:

Won't do it for less.

Deal.

Mr. Serge, if I may...

It's fine, Robert.

A few extra dollars isn't

gonna break the bank.

Besides, this is

more about pride.

Right, James?

So?

Are we in or out?

Uh, well,

with the price change,

I have to adjust the paperwork.

We'll have to delay

the signing another day,

-I'm sorry.

-No need.

I'll wire the extra

3 million cash.

Problem solved.

But, sir...

It's done.

Yes, sir.

Send the transfer

through the other account.

Yes, sir.

This will take just a moment.

(TAPS)

And there you are.

You can check your account

if you like.

(TAPS PHONE)

Now, James, if you don't mind...

The tabs indicate

where your signature

and initials are required.

You're not having

second thoughts, are you?

After all that bravado?

(PAPER RUSTLING)

Do you know anything

about the plastics industry?

-Honestly?

-Yes.

Not a thing.

Then why? Why my factory?

Like I said,

you'll know after we finished.

As we speak,...

...the bulk of your funds

are bein' transferred.

Right now.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

Where else? Here?

ROBERT:

Here.

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

ROBERT:

That's all.

Perfect.

Sir, your turn.

(SIGHS)

Let's get this over with.

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

(SIGHS)

Now all we need is a witness.

Right here.

All right.

Here and there.

(PEN SCRIBBLES)

Good boy.

And for the finishing touch...

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

Now we're all set.

Congratulations, James.

You are once again a rich man.

JAMES:

Okay.

Please.

Of course.

I owe you that.

Wait for me in the car.

Sir, are you sure?

I'll be fine.

We just bought this man's life.

He deserves an explanation.

Understood.

I'll see you in a moment.

It was a pleasure

doin' business with you.

Congratulations again.

Good day.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS

IN BACKGROUND)

I used to have a drink

after closing a deal.

Gave it up, though.

Feel free to have one.

It may not seem like it now,

but you did the right thing.

You saw an opportunity

and took it.

Tell me how

I did the right thing, please.

SERGE:

You really don't wanna know,

James.

That was my whole world.

And you treated it

like it was nothing.

So please, say it.

You're right.

It means nothing to me.

Actually, I'll lose money

in the short term.

But down the line,

I'll double my investment.

Easily.

But that's still not

why I bought you out.

JAMES:

Why?

As parents,

we both know we're happiest

when our children are happy.

But that depends on your child.

Don't you agree?

JAMES:

My kids didn't want anything

to do with this business.

In fact,

they wanted me to sell it.

And you made a difficult

decision for their benefit.

As did I for my son.

My boy's never been good

at anything.

School, sports,

even raising a family.

He's always been a screw-up.

But I love him.

And I gave him one last chance

to redeem himself.

We searched coast to coast

looking for

investment opportunities,

and he chose your factory.

JAMES:

Why mine?

Don't ask me.

I have no f*cking clue.

His mother may have

had some influence.

Regardless, she's gonna be

the proud mama of the CEO

of your factory.

Well, ours.

JAMES:

So...

...your boy's just gonna

run my business?

It's not as easy as it looks.

SERGE:

Oh, clearly not,

since you did

such a bang-up job.

Don't get me wrong.

My son couldn't run

a lemonade stand.

It'll only be an honorary title.

I just want him to

look like a man for his mother.

And our associates.

And give him somethin' to do.

I don't care.

As long as he stays

out of trouble.

JAMES:

Wow!

Well,

you just gave me $15 million

at the extreme risk

of that business

going belly up.

In its heyday,

you could have gotten 15.

But now, in this economy,

nobody was gonna give you

more than 10.

But I'm needed

with the f*ck-up of a son.

Anyway, the company's

on the verge of bankruptcy,

and you're drowning in debt.

Thus the 3-mil cherry on top.

I like to investigate people

who I do business with.

JAMES:

Hmm.

Don't worry, I'll make sure

the factory stays afloat.

JAMES:

So you're gonna run it

from behind the scenes, then?

The factory is my problem,

not yours anymore.

Once my son is tired of it,

I'll sell the land

or buy condos.

Done the same

all over the world.

See, I never lose.

I always win.

JAMES:

Mm-hmm.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have another meeting.

You're not a bad man, James.

The man in front of you

is a real bad guy.

I've destroyed more people

than you can count,

and hired men like him

to clean up the dirt.

Just remember,

never let the dirt get on you.

(g*n COCKS)

What if it already has?

It takes time to go away.

Of all the things in this life,

time is our most precious asset.

Invest your money wisely,

and your girls

and generations to come

will thank you.

James, he is not worth it.

Let's hope we don't

see each other again.

If we do, it won't be pretty.

Have a good evening.

(DOOR CREAKS IN BACKGROUND)

There's a special place in hell

for men like that.

Yeah.

Don't forget

about our friend here.

What?

Oh, Slavko.

Sorry. Um...

Thanks for everything today.

Uh, let me pay you.

Um...

Sorry, same account?

(TAPS PHONE)

There you go.

Thank you.

God be with you.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS

IN BACKGROUND)

(TAPS PHONE)

CARLOS: (ON PHONE)

Hi, sir.

Carlos.

Okay, I-- I got the inspector

to come back in a week.

We'll-- we'll push the repairs

and make this place

amazing again.

No, there's no need

to worry about it now.

Factory's gone.

It's been sold.

CARLOS: (ON PHONE)

I'm so sorry, sir.

I--

I know that's gotta be tough.

If I can do anything,

I'm still here.

You're a good man.

And you're a great friend.

CARLOS: (ON PHONE)

Thank you for everything

you've done for me

and my family.

We won't ever forget it.

Yeah.

Say hello to them for me, okay?

CARLOS: (ON PHONE)

Okay, sir.

(TAPS PHONE)

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

James, how are you?

Fine.

Money's there. You can proceed.

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

Okay.

If that's what you want.

Yes, one addendum.

I want $1 million wired

from my account

to Carlos Gutierrez's account.

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

I'm sorry, but who is that?

Look him up.

He works at the factory.

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

All right.

But that won't

leave much for you.

Good.

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

Well, Carlos, Jessica,

and Maria have a big surprise

waiting for them.

Great.

Well, thanks for your help.

MAN 7: (ON PHONE)

You're welcome.

Now go celebrate

with your girls.

Sure.



What is there to say

about a man

who can't even keep a promise

to his own family?

I don't know.

What did you get out of it?

MAN 4:

You can pay me

when you see me again.



Ave Maria

Mater Dei

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus

Ora, ora pro nobis

Ora, ora pro nobis

Peccatoribus

Nunc et in hora mortis

In hora mortis nostrae

In hora mortis

Mortis nostrae

In hora mortis nostrae

Ave Maria



Ave Maria

Mater Dei

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus

Ora, ora pro nobis

Ora, ora pro nobis

Peccatoribus

Nunc et in hora mortis

In hora mortis nostrae

In hora mortis

Mortis nostrae

In hora mortis nostrae

Ave Maria
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