(BELL RINGING)
Hello.
Hey!
Anyone?
Anybody?
Help!
Anyone?
Help!
Help me!
Somebody, please!
-Help!
-(DOOR OPENS)
Help me!
Somebody, please help!
(DOOR SHUTS)
Hello? Anybody there?
Hey!
Hey, anybody?
Hey, hey.
Hey, what am I doing here?
Hey.
Hey, I don't want any trouble,
all right?
WELDER: I've been
looking forward to this.
What?
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, whatever you say, man.
I don't want any trouble, okay?
Hey. Hey, can you just
tell me why I'm here?
Why am I here?
What do you want from me?
Please, please don't hurt me.
WELDER: I don't intend
for you to feel any pain.
Okay.
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, that's good.
You know, may... maybe we can
work something out.
Look, I don't know what you
think that I did,
but I'm telling you,
I'm not your guy, man.
WELDER:
ls that so?
Are you a drug addict?
VINCE:
What?
What are you, a cop
or something?
No, man.
I'm not a drug addict.
WELDER:
Have you robbed anyone lately?
No.
WELDER: Have you
k*lled anyone recently?
No. Hell no.
I'm not a k*ller.
I'm telling you,
I'm not that guy.
(GRUNTS)
I thought you said there
wasn't gonna be any pain.
WELDER: You've caused a lot
more pain than that, Vincent Demetri.
How do you know my name?
WELDER:
I know all about you.
I've been watching you.
VINCE:
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t.
I can't feel my legs.
I can't feel anything.
W... what'd you do to me?
What'd you put in that shot?
I ca... I can't feel my body!
WELDER: When I told you you
wouldn't feel any pain, I meant it.
What are you...
what are you doing?
(FIRE FLARES UP)
sh*t, no.
No, what are you...
What are you... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Look.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
I'm sorry.
I can't feel my body.
No!
Please!
(VINCE SCREAMING)
(TRAFFIC RUNNING)
(CAR DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)
(SHUTS TRUNK)
Hey, found it.
By the way, you
gotta clean your trunk.
It's a f*cking pigsty.
What are you, a hoarder?
(CHUCKLES) f*cking hell,
you look like sh*t.
Did you put your face
in a f*cking blender
and press start?
Is that what you did?
Thank you.
(CHUCKLES)
Here. Anytime, boy.
Why do you always give me sh*t?
'Cause I like to see you squirm.
It's good to have you back, bro.
Thanks.
Thanks, man.
Man, two stores in one day
and we get 10 stacks?
Mm-hmm.
RODRIGO: Yo, Rex
is gonna love this sh*t.
TAYLOR:
Hope he does, man.
Listen, it's your time
to shine, boys. All right?
I want you guys to go in there
and stick to the plan
and don't f*ck it up.
All right?
-Yeah, it should be good.
-VINCE: Yeah, we got it, bro.
-We got it.
-m*therf*cker.
-Is that f*cking Jamie?
-VINCE: Hey, Rod?
-Jamie, you m*therf*cker!
-(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-JOCELYN: Rod, come on!
-You m*therf*cker!
Rod! No, stop! No!
RODRIGO:
You! You little b*tch!
JOCELYN:
Rod!
(g*n SHOTS)
RADIO DISPATCH:
Shots fired, 147 Maple Street.
Requesting backup.
-God.
-Let's get there.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(ENTERANCE BELL CHIMES)
VINCE:
f*ck you doing, Rod?
Huh?
(g*n CLICKING)
TAYLOR:
Hey. Hey Rod?
-Hey, let it go, bro.
-JOCELYN: Rod?
-TAYLOR: Rod!
-Hey, Rod.
-Yo, chill!
-VINCE: Yeah, let it go, bro.
Rod, don't.
Let it go.
sh*t.
Rod!
(g*nsh*t)
VINCE:
Get in the f*cking car. Come on.
-VINCE: Get in the f*cking car.
-f*ck!
RODRIGO:
Vince, drive! Drive!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Go, go, go!
-I'm going.
-Go!
f*ck you, Jamie. f*ck you.
-sh*t.
-(TYRES SCREECHES)
f*ck you, Jamie! f*ck you!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(CAR WHOOSHES)
(SIREN WAILING)
(TYRES SCREECHES)
(CAR DOORS SHUTTING)
Go in, check.
Check, Marcus.
MARCUS:
I got it.
(ENTERANCE BELL CHIMES)
Call it in!
f*ck.
Call it in, Johnny.
JOHNNY:
All right, I am calling in.
Detective Johnny Vance.
Shots fired, shots fired.
I need emergency vehicle
on Palm,
Palm and Elmer.
Palm and Elmer right now.
Emergency vehicle right now.
-MARCUS: Oh sh*t.
-Am I gonna die?
You're not gonna die.
All right, man.
You gotta breathe.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
(SHUSHING)
Just be calm.
Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Just breathe.
Johnny!
Yeah, I...
I... I called it, Marcus.
-I called...
-MARCUS: Call it, man!
I called it.
Please, just try and relax.
Yeah?
Okay.
Just slow your
heart rate down, okay.
(SOBS)
MARCUS:
Where are they, man?
Th... they're m...
They're coming.
Jesus Christ.
f*ck!
(SIREN WAILS)
Hey, you know that's not your
son in there, right?
Yeah, I know.
Be right back.
Where you going?
Hi. Just wondering,
is there any updates
on the young boy
that was brought in here
this afternoon?
NURSE 1:
Which one?
MARCUS:
g*nsh*t wound to the neck.
NURSE 1:
Let's take a look.
Not yet.
Dr. Willis should be out
of surgery soon.
Okay.
I'll be right there
with the detective.
NURSE 1: Okay. I'll send
some nurses over to let you know.
-Thanks.
-Mm-hmm.
Excuse me, guys.
What?
Nothing.
Detectives, the doctor's
ready to see you now.
Okay.
Yeah.
NURSE 2:
At the nurses' station.
Thank you.
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry.
Did everything we could.
He was just a kid.
Yeah.
Hey, Doc, do you mind if we
have a word with you?
Um, yeah.
Uh, let me...
Let me wash up first.
Follow me,
my office is over here.
Thank you, Doc, for taking
the time to sit with us.
We just wanna chat a bit.
We heard that they've been
testing this, uh,
concentrated high-potent
liquid paralysis.
Ah, yeah, we have.
Um, most hospitals don't have
the capability to acquire it,
but uh, yeah,
we're one of the lucky ones.
Lucky ones.
Lucky ones.
Doc, you know, there was this
innocent woman last year
that was k*lled right
on our own freaking street.
Face just smashed to a pulp.
The assailant was so drugged
out of his brain,
he kept smashing her face over
and over,
and over again.
A rage we've never seen before.
And there she was,
just laying there
with the dog she was walking.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.
We caught the as*h*le.
He was still drugged out
of his brain,
and it wasn't crystal meth
and it wasn't crack cocaine.
It was the liquid form
of paralysis, Doc.
And to the unlucky ones,
violent crime has skyrocketed
since this drug has hit
the street.
Um,
it's uh, P.
Paralysis.
It was developed for
medical procedures.
-Mm-hmm.
-To numb pain.
Uh, to help uh, patients calm
their nerves.
But like everything else,
it got in the wrong hands.
And a brilliant synthetic
form was developed
and is now being sold
on the black market.
So, no shocker there.
The thing about it is that
it's so uh,
highly concentrated.
It's uh, so potent
that it releases this
very dangerous mix of rage,
uh, numbness and even pleasure.
Well, if there's anything else
I can do to help,
let me know.
JOHNNY:
Sure, Doc.
You know, you could start
by not developing drugs
that k*ll innocent people.
Obviously, uh,
that's not what we do.
Uh, we're in the business
of saving lives.
Saving people.
Well, why don't you wake up
the dead
and tell that to them?
Thanks for the time, Doc.
All right.
Have a good afternoon.
sh*t's out of control.
Liquid P is a 100 times worse
than Fentanyl.
This guy thinks
he's freaking lucky.
(SIGHS)
-Doing all right?
-Yeah, I'm okay.
Marcus, listen.
We're gonna find justice
for your son.
You think so, Johnny?
Yeah, I do.
You do?
Yeah, so does everybody else.
That's all I keep hearing.
Everything's gonna be okay.
We'll find justice.
Will we?
It's a revolving door, man.
You see it?
Our hands are f*cking tied.
So don't tell me
everything's gonna be okay,
'cause it's not.
Buddy, I'm not perfect.
You're not perfect.
Nobody's perfect, okay?
But you gotta have faith.
Listen,
trust the justice system.
Right?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
The f*ck were you thinking
sh**ting a buyer?
That was not a part of the plan.
RODRIGO:
Oh, f*ck it please.
JOCELYN:
Yeah, all right.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
Yo, I cannot believe you
f*cking k*lled Jamie Jam, bro.
Man, f*ck that m*therf*cker.
He owed us three stacks.
We've been busy.
Okay.
So, you've been busy.
Well, let's unwrap it, shall we?
How much is in here?
Oh, we hit
a few convenience stores
until one decided to sound
the f*cking alarm.
It all went to f*cking sh*t.
Executing a f*cking buyer.
You took charge?
I thought that...
(GRUNTS, COUGHS)
Did I tell you to think?
The only reason any of you
m*therf*ckers got anything is
because of me.
Remember that.
Get the f*ck up.
Why don't you think about
grabbing some f*cking beers?
(BOTTLES CLATTER)
(SIGHS)
REX: Why don't you
whip us up another batch?
You too, m*therf*cker!
Sit down.
You see all of this, bruh?
All of this sh*t right here?
Everything in here runs
through me.
We don't rob small f*cking
convenience stores.
We sell P to each
and every m*therf*cker
out there looking
to have a good time.
And for the right price,
it's theirs.
You know, I think it's time
we take this city
on a f*cking terror campaign
and show this city
we're in charge.
Word on the street is
there's a pure form of Paralysis
out there.
If I can get my hands on that,
sh*t, I won't need them.
They're good soldiers.
They're f*cking pawns.
When the f*ck are you
gonna learn, bro?
(GROANS)
Ah, sh*t.
You got any on you?
(CHUCKLES)
RODRIGO:
Come on, bro.
I need a hit.
I need a hit.
(PANTS, GROANS)
Meditate on our future, Rodrigo.
-Come on, bro.
-Whatever, m*therf*cker.
Pitiful.
If you ever make a move
like that again,
I will k*ll you myself.
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
Let's f*ck sh*t up.
(CHUCKLES)
(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)
(MOANING)
VINCE:
Y'all wanna blow off some steam?
(RODRIGO CHUCKLES)
RODRIGO:
Let's get it.
TAYLOR:
Let's f*cking party, bruh.
-(JOCELYN CHUCKLES)
-VINCE: Rex, what you think?
RODRIGO:
How about those right there?
JOCELYN:
Ooh, they look like fun.
-Pull over.
-RODRIGO: Suit up.
-JOCELYN: Yeah.
-RODRIGO: Put your w*r paint on.
(JOCELYN CHUCKLES)
REX:
Hey, yo, Vince, give me my mask.
-It's nice.
-JOCELYN: Yeah.
-Get out of my face.
-REX: Got ya.
WOMAN 1:
What's going on?
-MAN 1: Yo.
-REX: Hey!
MAN 1:
Yo, relax.
WOMAN 1:
Oh my God.
REX:
Guys. I want to talk to you.
Okay. All right. All right.
Guys, what the f*ck's going on?
WOMAN 1: Just leave us
alone. We're... we didn't do...
MAN 1: What do you guys
want? What do you guys need?
Jesus Christ, what the f*ck!
What are you guys doing?
JOCELYN:
Oh, isn't that sweet?
REX: Didn't anybody tell
you not to be a f*cking hero?
(SCREAMS)
Oh, babe.
You know that turns me on?
WOMAN 1:
Can you just leave us alone?
(MAN COUGHS)
-Are you okay?
-f*ck.
Take his wallet, baby.
MAN 1:
What?
She said, "Give me your
f*cking wallet." All right.
Just relax. Relax.
Here, take the f*cking wallet.
WOMAN 1:
No, just take everything.
That's all you f*cking got?
MAN 1:
This is all we have. Relax.
Purse.
MAN 1:
No.
Please. Please, relax.
-(WOMAN SOBS)
-MAN 1: Relax.
-Get in the f*cking dumpster.
-Shut the f*ck up, all right?
The dumpster, what?
She said, "Get
in the f*cking dumpster!"
All right.
Relax, relax, relax, relax.
Relax.
Here you go.
f*ck. It's okay, baby.
It's okay.
Come on now.
REX:
Hurry up!
(WOMAN SHOUTING, CRYING)
REX:
Now shut this b*tch up.
-(g*nshots)
-(DUMPSTER CLINKING)
Let's get the f*ck outta here.
Get in the f*cking car!
(CAR BEEPING)
(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)
All right, business.
What about the convenience
store sh**ting?
Any updates on that?
No, not yet.
Any leads on the black Lincoln
we're looking for?
Uh, yeah. This is from the uh,
road rage m*rder last week.
The same vehicle?
Yeah, same vehicle.
Where... where was this?
Just off of Riverside Highway,
3 miles from Skid Row.
Guy was at a red light.
Car pulls up.
Pop in the head.
No reason whatsoever.
Holy sh*t.
Yeah, we're running plates now.
Just...
just waiting to hear back.
Two confirmed dead,
and two people robbed
at gunpoint
and forced into a dumpster.
Into a dumpster.
What's that about?
I mean, Cap,
have you been out there?
I mean, this... this...
this some real sh*t
we're dealing with out there.
Right?
I mean, this is like
the f*cking buffet of chaos.
I mean, this... this is not
Choice Meat we're dealing with.
I mean, this is like the A5
Wagyu of f*cking bullshit.
Well, that's kinda what the
job description is, isn't it?
The people are scared, gentlemen.
You gotta give me something.
You got it, Cap.
And guys, get these f*ck
off my streets now.
Got it, Cap.
TAYLOR:
For later?
REX:
Finished?
Yeah.
REX:
Give me one of those.
What do I get?
Come on, baby.
Give me a cigarette.
It's the last one.
What do I get?
Give me a f*cking cigarette, b*tch.
f*cking d*ck.
You like this d*ck, h*?
-f*ck you, b*tch.
-f*ck you.
JOCELYN:
p*ssy a*s.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Your a*s ain't going nowhere.
Yeah.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
Who's the b*tch this time?
It's a chick I'm banging.
I hope she ain't got a d*ck
this time.
(CHUCKLING)
Last time it went from Raquel
to Richard.
Okay, m*therf*cker. g*dd*mn.
Seriously, bro?
That's the b*tch you banging?
Yeah, it's the b*tch.
Look at her, man.
Come on. She's hot.
-Walk outta here.
-I mean, she's all right.
What's her deal?
She's a college student,
all right?
Lives with her dad.
He's always working.
On Milton Drive.
Nice a*s.
Oh, Milton.
That's an upgrade for you, baby.
(TAYLOR CHUCKLES)
They got tons of expensive sh*t
laying around.
Would be a nice score.
So, you're trying to
rob the place?
Yeah, exactly.
And I've been to the place.
Didn't look like any kind of
a serious security system,
so we should be good.
When the next time you seeing
this b*tch?
(PHONE RINGS)
About to find out.
Speaker.
Hey, Amanda.
AMANDA: (ON PHONE)
Hey, Vince.
So, what's up?
You coming by tonight?
Yeah, baby.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there. 8:00.
AMANDA: (ON PHONE)
See you then.
Okay.
AMANDA: (ON PHONE)
Okay, baby.
Kisses.
All right, boys.
Joce.
I'ma check out the house.
Make sure there's no
surprises on the inside.
When I give the signal,
we hit the place.
But this time, score only.
Grab the sh*t and we go.
Got it? Cool?
-Uh-huh.
-Yeah, lover boy.
-Just the score.
-REX: Just the score.
That's right.
(JOCELYN CHUCKLES)
Hell yeah.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Y'all m*therf*ckers ready
for tonight?
-Yes, sir.
-f*ck yeah.
I've been waiting all day
for this sh*t.
Joce?
Born ready.
Make it quick.
For sure.
Hey, remember, we in and out.
Grab the sh*t, go.
Right?
Cool.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(CHOPPING VEGETABLES)
You know, if your mother saw you
in that dress,
she'd have a heart attack.
She would think it's cute, dad.
-Cute?
-Yeah.
Cute?
Cute is not a word
that describes you, my dear.
Beautiful, elegant,
sophisticated.
Those are adjectives
that serve you well.
This dress, however, does not.
Come on.
We've talked about this.
Hm. Who's picking you up?
-Vince.
-Ah, Vince.
Vinnie!
Don't be embarrassing.
Come on.
I think your father has
a right to meet the kid
who's taking his daughter out
on a date, don't you think?
What do you say?
That's fine,
just don't be weird.
-It's embarrassing.
-Okay.
Well, that uh, that could be
a little bit impossible,
but why don't we start off by
uh, you changing your dress, hm?
I'm not taking off the dress.
-Take off the dress.
-I'm not taking off the dress.
-I'm gonna go fix my hair.
-Do what your father tells you.
I'm not taking the dress off.
(DOOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)
Uh, I'm gonna get that.
AMANDA:
Don't be a d*ck!
Silence.
-You must be Vince.
-Yeah.
-I'm Amanda's dad.
-Nice to meet you.
Pleasure to meet you.
Come on in.
Wow, you have
a really nice home.
Appreciate that.
Yeah. Where's Amanda?
She's getting ready.
You have a really beautiful
family.
WILLIS:
Thank you very much.
So, is it just you two in here
or?
Yeah. Yeah,
it's just me and Amanda.
Can I ask you a question?
Hm.
Where do you plan on taking
Amanda tonight?
Just taking her to my house,
you know, we're gonna hang out.
You know, stay in,
watch a good film.
I sure do love a good film.
Yeah. Who doesn't?
Yeah.
But you know,
Amanda could watch a good film
here at the house tonight.
-Yeah.
-I'm just saying.
Yeah.
Your eyes seem just a tad
dilated there, Vince.
AMANDA:
I'm ready.
All right.
Just letting you know.
Ah, my princess.
-Look at... Oh.
-(PHONE CHIMES)
Love the change, by the way.
Told you it was my favorite.
-Like a vault.
-You look amazing.
-How are you?
-Thank you.
-Good, how are you?
-Good, good.
So, you met Vince?
Yes, I met Vince.
I like the dress, Vince.
-VINCE: She looks amazing.
-Yeah.
(CHUCKLING)
Ah, quite a story
behind that one.
-VINCE: Yeah.
-(PHONE CHIMES)
Let's roll, b*tches.
(CHUCKLES)
(g*n CLICKS)
Wasn't too weird, was he?
I do my best.
-(CHUCKLE)
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Huh. Let me get that.
You got some competition here.
(g*nsh*t)
Oh my God! Dad! Dad!
Dad!
What the f*ck!
Get off of me!
Get off of me!
Get off of me!
Get... let go!
Get off!
REX:
Shut up, b*tch.
AMANDA:
Look at dad.
Put me down! a*s...
Put me down!
Put me down!
(GRUNTS)
Hey, yo, what the f*ck?
This isn't part of the plan!
(GRUNTS)
(PANTS)
(g*nsh*t)
VINCE:
No!
JOCELYN:
You save that d*ck for me, b*tch.
Let's go!
Hey!
I'm the one who makes
the orders around here, b*tch.
Oh, yeah?
Let's see you burn then, m*therf*cker.
Let's go!
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(SIREN WAILING)
(SNIFFLES)
Hey.
How's Dr. Willis doing?
He's still in the ICU,
but he's gonna make it.
Uh, the b*llet's missed
all vital organs.
Does he know his daughter is...
Dead?
Yes.
(SIGHS)
His sister was k*lled last year
and now this.
Do you have children?
Yeah, two.
Well, I pray they live
to see 21.
(SIGHS)
Tell me, when is someone
going to actually do something
about this violence?
REX: We gonna f*ck
some sh*t up tonight, baby.
I hope you ready for that sh*t, playboy.
Hand me one of those
f*cking beers, man.
It's been a long g*dd*mn day.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
(PHONE CHIMES)
(REX SIGHS)
(OPENS BOTTLE)
REX:
Hey!
Hey, p*ssy!
Where the f*ck you think
you going?
Oh, you still thinking
about that b*tch, huh?
f*ck you.
I'm done with this f*cking sh*t!
Where the f*ck do you think
you're going?
Get the f*ck out of my way.
(CHUCKLES)
You'll be back.
What the f*ck's his problem?
I don't f*cking know.
And to be honest,
I really don't care.
(CHUCKLES)
You're mine.
(SCOFFS)
All right,
so Dr. Willis is awake
and can see you now,
but please be brief.
He needs to rest.
Yeah. Thanks, Doc.
We'll be...
be quick, I promise.
I'd also given him
a mild sedative,
so he might still be
a little groggy.
-Yeah, understood.
-HOLMAN: All right.
After you.
(PULSE MONITOR BEEPING)
Hey, Doc, sorry for your loss.
Look, uh, I know now
is not a good time,
but uh, we need to ask you
a few questions,
if you don't mind.
Shouldn't you be out there
looking
for my daughter's K*llers?
Doc, listen, we are.
We want 'em just as bad
as you do.
Trust me.
How the hell you know
what I want?
You ever lose anybody?
No, I haven't.
I can't tell you how it feels
to lose...
g*dd*mn right, you don't know
what it feels like.
You don't know what it feels
like to...
Watch los... losing two people.
Wait, two people?
My wife,
Maria.
Some wiped out son of a b*tch
butchered her.
He butchered her so badly,
face was unrecognizable.
Now my Amanda.
Listen, Doc, any detail will
help us right now.
Do you remember anything
about the attacker?
-Anything?
-No.
(KNOCKS DOOR)
Okay, gentlemen, time is up.
I need to give this patient
of ours some tests.
Thanks, Doc.
We'll be in touch.
Either he knows nothing
or he's covering something up.
Yeah.
(VINCE GRUNTS)
VINCE:
Hey!
Anyone!
Help!
-(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
-VINCE: Help me!
Somebody, please help!
Hello, anybody there?
Ah!
(GROANING)
-VINCE: What are you doing?
-(FIRE FLARES UP)
Wait, wait, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Look.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I can't feel my body.
No!
Please!
(GROANING)
WELDER: Well, Vincent, it's
been a pleasure working with you.
But before I go,
I want to show you something.
Amanda.
You and your friends m*rder*d
this girl.
She didn't deserve that
brutality.
But you all do.
Goodbye, Vincent.
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
(TYRES MURMUR)
(CAR DOORS OPEN)
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
Yo. I gotta piss.
Hey, y'all boys want anything?
Yo, give me some f*cking cigs.
And tell her a*s I said,
hurry the f*ck up, man.
RODRIGO:
Grab some m*therf*cking beers, too.
TAYLOR:
All right, I got you.
(KEYS JINGLEES)
Hurry the f*ck up,
you clumsy b*tch.
f*ck you, p*ssy!
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(DOOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)
(TYRES MURMUR)
Hi. Uh, can I get a six-pack
and some cigs?
Sure.
(TAKES A DRAG)
(DOOR SQUEAKS)
(GRUNTING)
(WHIRRING)
Yo, so did she come back
this way or what?
If she did, wouldn't she be
in this f*cking car, Taylor?
n*gga, go find her.
Yo, what the f*ck?
f*cking idiot, man.
Yo, that m*therf*cker ain't
in here.
What the f*ck?
f*cking knew it.
I told you, Rex,
you can't trust this b*tch.
I swear to f*cking God.
This is what happens
when you don't put people
in f*cking check.
f*ck!
Aw, f*ck.
RODRIGO: How... how'd
the f*ck you lose her, bro?
TAYLOR: I wasn't paying
attention to this b*tch, obviously.
REX:
Obviously, you weren't, bro.
TAYLOR:
sh*t.
(ENGINE REVS)
RODRIGO:
f*ck. I don't trust that b*tch.
(VEHICLES WHOOSHING)
What is this place?
Ah!
(GROANS)
WELDER: It's where
you belong, in a cage.
Who the hell are you?
WELDER: What you
should be asking yourself
is what got you here.
What the f*ck?
Oh God.
I can't feel anything.
WELDER:
Lucky you.
(COUGHS)
JOCELYN: Okay,
b*tch, what got me here?
WELDER:
You are pure evil, Jocelyn.
You don't treat people
like human beings.
So, today, you're gonna get
a taste of your own wickedness.
(FIRE FLARES UP)
What... what is it?
(SCREAMING)
(SOBS)
Stop!
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
(SOBBING)
Stop!
(SOBBING)
WELDER:
I have something to show you.
(SOBBING)
(FIRE FLARES UP)
(SCREAMS)
No, no, no.
(SCREAMING)
No, no! No!
No.
(SCREAMS)
WELDER: Are you
even listening, Jocelyn?
(SOBS)
(FIRE FLARES UP)
(SCREAMS)
No!
(SCREAMS, SOBS)
WELDER:
Wake up, Jocelyn.
Now we will expose
the ugliness inside you.
(FIRE FLARES UP)
(SCREAMS)
(THUDS)
(PHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)
This guy lost his wife
and his daughter.
I can't imagine what's going
through his mind.
Some things you can't
move on from.
You know, Marcus uh, and...
I never really asked you,
but what, you know,
when your son died, um,
what was going
through your head?
What was going
through my head, yeah?
Hm.
I'll tell you what was going
through my head.
I drank myself under
every f*cking night
since that happened,
trying to numb the pain.
That's just for starters.
I was out of control.
I was fighting anyone
who looked at me the wrong
f*cking way.
I was heading downhill
real fast.
I fell asleep every night
since then, partner,
thinking about my hands
around the guy's neck,
"Who shot my little boy?"
And all I've been thinking
every day since then
is squeezing, and squeezing,
and squeezing that neck
until he stopped breathing.
But yeah, f*ck, man, I'm sorry.
-I just...
-Hey, hey.
Listen,
don't you f*cking apologize.
Stop.
You have every right to feel
the way you do.
I got you, man.
Yeah.
(PHONE RINGING IN BACKGROUND)
REX: The only reason any of
you m*therf*ckers got anything
is because of me.
Remember that.
JOCELYN:
d*ck.
f*ck you, p*ssy a*s.
TAYLOR:
I don't trust that b*tch.
JOCELYN:
f*ck you!
VINCE:
I'm done with this f*cking sh*t!
REX:
This is what happens
when you don't put people
in f*cking check!
You b*tches ready?
Is money green?
Yo, anybody heard from Joce
or Vince?
You talking about a bunch
of cowards, pussies,
and pawns, m*therf*cker.
f*ck 'em.
(CHUCKLING)
Is this everything?
Yeah, that's everything.
When are y'all gonna realize
that only the strong survive
in this world.
Tonight's the night.
Everything we've done is
for a f*cking reason.
It's time for a revolution.
Let's go to work.
REX: Everything in
here runs through me.
Got an update.
Hey, buddy, our people ran
the plates of the black Lincoln,
and guess what?
Every surveillance video
found this gray van,
and we've got the VIN
and the registration
of this gray van.
Who does it belong to?
This m*therf*cker right here,
Dr. Gerald Willis.
-Shall we?
-We shall.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(GRUNTS)
Hey, how you feeling, Doc?
I can't sleep.
I can't walk through my house
and I can't take a sh*t
without help.
Outside of that, I'm peachy.
Come on in. Come on in.
Listen, Doc, uh,
we're not gonna take too much
of your time.
Let's just get straight
to the point.
See this vehicle?
Do you own this vehicle?
Looks like the work van
I keep at my ranch.
You have a ranch, Doc?
Yeah, just outside of town
on Highway 15,
about 40 minutes from here.
Why?
Have you uh, driven it lately?
Have you driven it
in the past month?
No.
Hm.
How about you give us
the address to that ranch,
if you don't mind?
I... I don't understand.
What does this uh,
have to do with my van?
Well, it's a good question.
You know,
there's a lot of license plates
being stolen right now, Doc,
probably to throw off
law enforcement.
And uh, a van matching
the description of yours
was spotted around town,
so we thought,
you know, why don't we just
go by and check it out for you?
Is that cool?
(SIGHS)
1-5-1-5-7, Highway 15.
(PHONE RINGING)
Uh, pardon me, gentlemen,
I got to get that.
It's gonna be about
my daughter's arrangements.
Would you... would you mind
getting that?
Got it, Doc.
Thank you.
(DOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)
(GRUNTS)
You got a bad feeling about
Dr. Willis, don't you, Johnny?
Yeah.
MARCUS:
I can see that.
For what it's worth,
guy lost his wife
and his kid.
And take it from me,
it takes its toll.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Did you find anything?
Under Dr. Willis
for real estate,
nothing under than his house.
JOHNNY:
Listen.
Think we should
circle back tonight
and see if Dr. Willis goes
anywhere.
You really think he's got
something to do with it,
don't you?
It's just a gut feeling, Marcus.
Can't shake it.
(FOOT STEPS)
The hell kind of kinky sh*t
is this?
(GRUNTS)
(WHIRRING)
What's going on?
Guys?
(CAGE CLINKING)
Hey?
Hey!
Hey, come on!
Hey!
(GROANS)
What the hell is that?
WELDER: Something to
help you relax, Mr. Rodrigo.
You enjoy terrifying people,
am I right?
Hey, look, man.
We like to
just have a little fun.
That's it.
WELDER:
I like to terrify people, too.
Are you scared?
Yeah, I'm scared. All right?
Is that what you want?
Hey.
Hey, don't leave me in here!
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey!
Wait.
Wait, wait.
I... I can't feel anything.
WELDER:
Good.
Then it's time to begin.
Hey. Hey, wait, man.
What are you doing?
(FIRE FLARES UP)
Wait!
Come on, man. Hold on!
No, wait.
Wait!
No, wait! Wait!
(SCREAMING)
No!
No!
Stop, you f*cking b*stard!
No!
No!
No!
No!
I'm sorry!
(SCREAMING)
Oh, no! I'm sorry!
Oh my God!
Oh!
(SCREAMING, SOBBING)
No! No!
(SCREAMING)
(RETCHES)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
No!
No! I'm sorry.
No! No!
Oh, no!
(SCREAMING)
Oh!
Oh my God!
Oh!
No!
(SCREAMING)
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
WELDER:
There you go.
Just slip away.
The world is now safer
without you, Rodrigo.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(TAKES DEEP BREATH)
(SIREN WAILING)
REX: You m*therf*ckers
want to abandon me
after everything I've done.
Forget you.
I don't need any of you.
(SNIFFS)
f*ck!
Damn it!
You gonna f*cking leave me,
bruh?
After all the f*ck I did?
What the f*ck is happening?
I swear to f*cking God.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
REX:
Look, my g*dd*mn hand's full.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH)
f*cking hand!
I showed them the way,
I showed them the path.
I showed 'em, I showed 'em!
(GLASS SHATTERS)
JOCELYN:
d*ck.
f*ck you, p*ssy a*s.
TAYLOR:
I don't trust that b*tch.
f*ck!
RODRIGO:
No f*cking sh*t!
REX: There's a pure
form of paralysis out there.
If I can get my hands on that,
sh*t, I won't need them.
(WHIRRING)
(SHUTS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
I don't know about you,
but I could sure use
a f*cking drink.
Yeah, yeah.
Some tequila.
-Tequila?
-JOHNNY: Yeah.
No, not tequila, pal.
That's fire water.
(CHUCKLES) Fire water.
This is not vodka.
I get really angry for vodka.
Vodka makes you...
but vodka puts me to sleep.
-JOHNNY: Really?
-Yeah.
You look like one of those
strawberry daiquiri
kind of guys.
(CHUCKLE)
-Nah, whiskey.
-Thank you, partner.
-I raise you a whiskey.
-Thank you, partner.
Yeah, I was just f*cking.
(CHUCKLES)
-I knew it, I knew it.
-What's that saying?
"Right tequila, trouble.
Vodka puts me to sleep,
but whiskey we're f*cking
fighting."
JOHNNY:
Yeah.
(CHUCKLE)
MARCUS:
Ah, man.
(SIGHS)
CAPTAIN: (ON RADIO)
Marcus and Johnny,
we may have caught a break
on your black Lincoln.
It was abandoned in an alley.
Getting ready to send forensics
over to do their thing,
but I want you guys
to get over there
and get eyes on it.
MARCUS:
What do you say?
He ain't going nowhere.
And I'm sick of f*cking waiting.
Yeah.
MARCUS:
Yeah. He ain't going nowhere.
Let's go.
Hey, Baker.
Hey, detectives.
All right. All right.
Fill us in.
So you got two g*ns,
registration and the Paralysis.
There it is.
All right.
Well, I have to take it
into the station for analysis
in the morning.
Good work, all right?
-All right.
-See you.
-See you.
-Don't stay up too late.
Yeah, what do you think?
-Ranch?
-MARCUS: Yeah.
-Let's head out.
-Let's go.
The f*ck?
The f*ck?
Who the f*ck are you?
Let me out this f*cking cage!
What the f*ck?
WELDER:
Hello, Rex.
f*ck!
WELDER: I must say,
out of all the guests
I've had here recently,
I was most looking forward
to meeting you.
You know me?
Then you better let me out
this f*cking cage.
f*ck you got me in here for?
WELDER: I've seen
what you're capable of.
Your work, it's inspired me.
I, too, have rage.
And I, too, have drugs.
Is that so?
Well, maybe we can work
something out then.
WELDER:
Do you know what this is?
This is pure Paralysis.
Not the cheap synthetic you
peddle on the street.
Unlike your drug, this one
will not get you high,
but it will numb you
to the pain that is coming.
I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you!
WELDER:
You don't want it then.
So, be it.
No drugs for Rex.
f*ck! It burns.
WELDER:
Let's get started.
What are you gonna do?
All right.
See if anybody's home?
(CAR DOORS SHUT)
REX:
What are you doing?
What the f*ck?
(FIRE FLARES UP)
Please, don't do this.
(SIREN BLARES)
WELDER: Make one
sound and I will castrate you.
(KNOCKS DOOR)
Police! Open up.
Anybody home?
Hello? Anybody here?
What do you think?
Asked for a quick look.
(DOOR SQUEAKS, SHUTS)
(DOOR OPENS, SQUEAKS)
-Hey, man.
-Oh, sh*t.
Oh my gosh, Marcus.
Scared the f*ck...
Oh my God.
What do you say
we go push that warrant
with the Captain,
come back tomorrow?
Do it once, do it right.
Yeah, you, you got a point.
You got a point.
All right, let's go.
Look at you, Marcus, doing
the right thing, huh?
I try, pal.
I guess I'm rubbing off on you.
-Is it clear?
-MARCUS: Clear.
All right.
The f*ck are you gonna do?
(FIRE FALRES UP)
Don't f*cking touch me, man!
(SCREAMING)
f*ck!
(SCREAMING)
REX:
f*ck!
(BLOOD DRIPPING)
(GROANING)
JOHNNY: Yeah. Got a hit on
the black Lincoln, okay, it's owned
by a Rex Johnson,
and we pulled the two g*ns
from the vehicle.
Ah, Rex Johnson, that dickweed.
Yeah, he's got quite the resume,
doesn't he?
Yeah, he's the one peddling
this sh*t.
Look, you want the f*ck
off the street?
Please, give us that warrant.
We'll go lock these b*stards up.
I'll get your warrant.
Okay?
And you guys get out there,
you round these f*ck up
and you bring 'em in.
It might not stick,
but at least we get 'em off
the streets for a while.
Maybe we can get our heads
above water.
-Thanks.
-CAPTAIN: Good job, guys.
-Go get 'em.
-All right.
(UNLOCKS DOOR)
(DOOR OPENS)
Yo, anybody in here?
Man, f*ck this.
I'm outta here.
(CAR DOORS OPEN, SHUT)
(KNOCKS DOOR)
TAYLOR:
Yo. Hello. Finally!
I was wondering where the...
Wondering?
Who you looking for?
Ah, my bad.
I ju... I just thought
y'all were someone else.
Someone else, huh?
I'm Detective Johnny Vans.
This is my partner,
Marcus Daley.
Do you mind if we uh,
come in for a second?
Uh, I could whip y'all up
a sandwich
or something for...
You going somewhere?
Oh, yeah.
I actually just finished
packing.
Packing, huh? Just pack any
answers in there for us?
We need a couple of those.
(CHUCKLES)
Um, yeah, sure.
Uh, y'all want a beer?
Yeah, nah, I don't...
trying to cut back
on tampering with the evidence.
-(CHUCKLES)
-Right, right.
-Yeah.
-Of course not.
-Cops.
-Yeah, that's what we are.
So, you want water?
No, I'm good.
Hey, take a look at this.
What's your name?
-T.
-T, huh?
T. Okay, You see this car?
This car is registered
to this address.
And those license plates, they
don't match the correct address.
Do you know who owns this car?
Yeah.
That's Rex's car,
but he not here right now.
Okay, do you know
when he'll be back?
No, I don't.
Can we take a look real quick?
Okay.
Yo, don't you need a warrant
or something?
Not if you let us.
Just wanna take a quick...
(CHUCKLES)
You need to leave.
All right, big boy, huh?
Big boy.
We'll be back with the warrant.
Have a good day, T.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
You f*cking pigs!
I told you...
(VAN DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)
WELDER: It's the end
of the road for you, Taylor.
You're going to burn for what
you did.
You know what?
Let's swing by the station,
see if the warrants are good
to go.
That sounds good.
I'm gonna call Baker
and see if the Cap's got 'em
ready for us, okay?
JOHNNY:
Yeah, I like that.
MARCUS:
Hey Cap.
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(WIND HOWLING)
Here's your warrant.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Let's hit it.
Where to first?
Ranch or the warehouse?
MARCUS:
Let's hit the ranch.
Copy that.
MARCUS: Okay, it says here the
ranch property's under the name
of Marie and Gerald Williams.
But check this out.
A year ago,
Dr. Gerald Williams
legally changed his name
to Dr. Willis.
No sh*t.
Yep, right after
his wife's death.
Makes sense, though.
It sounds like he wanted
a fresh start.
Maybe you're right.
(PHONE CHIMES)
What's that?
Prints came in
from the lab, pal.
They're a match
with Dr. Willis' house.
We have a suspect.
Let's go.
(SIREN WAILING)
RACHEL:
My sister was k*lled last year.
When is someone going to
actually do something
about this violence?
(WIND HOWLING)
Sorry, Amanda.
This is for you.
Those b*stards are not gonna
hurt another person again.
(FIRE FALRES UP)
Oh, Gerald.
I'm here, okay.
I need an ambulance at 1207
White Oak Lane.
It's Dr. Willis,
he's been shot.
Please hurry.
They... they k*lled Amanda.
Did you see who did this?
Every last one of 'em.
Every last one of 'em.
WELDER:
I want to show you something.
Amanda.
You and your friends m*rder*d
this girl.
She did not deserve
that brutality,
but you all do.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
We're almost done here.
Let's go.
(WIND HOWLING)
(SIREN WAILING)
(CAR DOORS OPENS, SHUTS)
Eyes up, eyes up.
Oh, yeah.
They've completely cleaned
and cleared this van.
I can f*cking smell it.
Yeah.
Not gonna find anything in here.
(DOOR OPENS, SQUEAKS)
(DOOR THUDS)
(FOOT FALLING)
(COUGHS)
(COUGHS, SOBS)
JOHNNY:
Yeah.
God.
The hell?
Oh, Rex.
The others of his g*ng.
Hmm.
Rest of the bodies must be,
the fire pit.
Oh, f*ck.
JOHNNY:
Oh, God.
(COUGHS)
Oh.
(COUGHING)
Uh, who knew human bodies
could smell so bad?
Jesus Christ.
(SIGHS)
So, what now?
I'm thinking maybe you go back,
check the warehouse.
See if we can find
anything else that sticks.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
Check out the warehouse, man.
I'll wait here for the cavalry
to arrive.
We good, Marcus?
Why wouldn't we be?
Just asking.
All right,
I'll see you at the station?
I'll be there.
Johnny.
I'm sorry, man.
For what?
For everything.
We'll get through it.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS, WHIRS)
(TYRES MURMUR)
-(ENGINE REVS)
-(TYRES SCREECHES)
MARCUS:
Help us here.
No, please help.
He's got a g*nsh*t to the neck.
-EMT: How many b*ll*ts?
-MARCUS: One shot to the neck.
EMT:
Let's go, we gotta go.
MARCUS:
Hold on.
Hold on.
Jesus Christ.
EMT:
Go! Go!
Okay, now go!
(CRACKLING)
(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
MARCUS:
Okay. Wait.
What is this?
What uh, what...
Why is this?
Is this what you wanted to
show me?
-Uh-huh.
-What is this?
This is how we defend those
who can't defend themselves,
like Marie, like Caleb.
Let me tell you,
you've been stuck
behind the politics of a badge.
You've been caged by rules
and regulations
for far too long.
Far too long, my friend.
And this cage was made
to bring justice
to those m*therf*ckers
that beat the system
and find their way out.
When justice fails,
we're doing it ourselves.
g*dd*mn right.
I can't.
I, uh...
Wait a minute.
I said, wait.
I, I, I can't. I...
I can't.
I can't.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Hey.
You forgot this.
(WHIRRING)
What's going on?
Guys?
(METAL CLINKING)
Hey!
Hey, come on.
(FIRE CRACKLING)
JOHNNY: Doc, you know, there
was this innocent woman last year
that was k*lled right
on our own freaking street.
Face just smashed to a pulp.
The assailant was so drugged
out of his brain,
he kept smashing her face over,
and over, and over again.
WILLIS: You don't
know what it feels like,
losing two people.
Wait, two people?
My wife, Marie.
Some whacked out son of a b*tch
butchered her.
Now my Amanda.
MARCUS: You got a bad feeling
about Dr. Willis, don't you, Johnny?
JOHNNY:
Yeah.
You really think he's
got something
to do with 'em, don't you?
It's just a gut feeling, Marcus.
Can't shake it.
JOHNNY:
See this vehicle?
Do you own this vehicle?
Looks like the work van
I keep at my ranch.
You have a ranch, Doc?
Yeah, just outside of town
on Highway 15.
About 40 minutes from here.
Why?
MARCUS:
Hey, man.
JOHNNY:
Oh, sh*t.
Oh my gosh, Marcus.
Scared the f...
Oh my gosh.
MARCUS: What do you say we go
push that warrant with the Captain,
come back tomorrow?
Do it once, do it right.
I'm thinking maybe you go back,
check the warehouse.
See if we can find anything else
that sticks.
-JOHNNY: You sure?
-MARCUS: Yeah.
I'll wait here for the cavalry
to arrive.
We good, Marcus?
Why wouldn't we be?
JOHNNY: All right, I'll
see you at the station.
Oh, f*ck.
You were working
with Dr. Willis.
You helped him m*rder
Amanda's K*llers.
Marcus, why would you do this?
(SIREN WAILING)
Okay.
I called it in.
I think maybe it's time
you guys should get going.
Johnny's a good cop.
Will be back sooner
than we think.
Join you later, okay?
Guess I'll get the car.
(SIREN WAILING)
Marcus!
Marcus, come out, Marcus.
Marcus, I know you did it,
Marcus.
I know you're armed, Marcus.
Marcus, where are you?
Come out, Marcus.
Marcus, can't believe you k*lled
all those people you lying f*ck.
I was your friend, your partner!
Come out, Marcus.
I know you're armed, Marcus.
Don't play no games,
I'm not stupid.
(TAYLOR COUGHS)
JOHNNY:
Oh, f*ck.
(SIREN WAILING)
-OFFICER 1: Freeze!
-OFFICER 2: Freeze!
Put it down.
Oh God.
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