01x06 - Attaf**kinboy

[bunniefuu]

[whispering]

[paper rustling]

[footsteps]

Sh! Sh!

Sh!

-[door handle rattles]

-[door creaks]

[boy 1] What is that?

[man] You gonna tell your mom?

Get the light.

Come on over.

Open 'em.

[paper rustling]

Whoa.

[man] What are you waiting for?

Put 'em on.

Can we keep 'em?

[boy 2] Are they…

are they real?

They're as real

as you tell people they are.

[boy 1] What about yours?

Yeah, it's f*ck' real.

Well, let's see 'em.

Look at that.

Golden handcuffs.

[ominous music playing]

Now go to bed, you little perverts.

-[lock clicks]

-[keys jangle]

[Estelle] Jake?

[Jake chuckles] Hey.

-[Estelle] Hey.

-How'd… how'd you get in?

[Estelle] Oh, your super let me in.

I was calling and texting you, and…

Oh my… I lost my phone.

I left my phone in a… in a… in a cab.

-Okay.

-You all right?

Yeah. I was worried. I thought maybe you…

What's happened?

I… I talked to Wes.

What'd he say?

It was ugly. He knew about us.

-He knew?

-Yeah.

-How?

-I don't know.

Really… really wanted it to come from me.

It's not how I wanted it to end at all.

Sure, but that won't be

the last conversation you have with him.

I f*cking blew it up.

The worst part is over.

So what do we do now?

[brooding music playing]

This.

Where were you all night?

I gotta tell you something.

[Jake sighs]

We got bad news.

About Anna.

[Babbit] This place looks like sh*t

compared to your apartment.

That's the safe. In the corner.

You got an alarm?

[Jake] No. Simple as it gets.

You dial the number in, open the door.

Number's seven,

fourteen,

forty-nine.

-Seven, fourteen--

-f*ck's the sand tiger at?

You know this isn't a zoo, right?

It's a type of shark, idiot.

7-14-49. I'll write it down

in a book… a book of matches,

and I'll put it in my desk.

-Same room as the safe.

-[Babbit] The diamonds will be in there?

They'll be in the safe

an hour before the party.

That's when you come in.

Okay? Nobody else'll be there. No g*ns.

You won't need 'em. Two minutes. Easy.

Come in through the service entrance

from the street.

I'll make sure it's unlocked.

Guy thinks he's f*ck' Danny Ocean

all of a sudden.

Look, we're gonna pull the job

however we pull the job.

-[Jake] A plan means it happens right.

-Yeah.

[Jake] Nobody finds out.

No repercussions. For anyone.

How you gonna explain the missing sh*t?

Every place on the block's been broken

into the past couple of years. It's easy.

-[Babbit] Mm.

-And I'll distract the guard.

Right? So you two can do your thing.

What guard? You didn't say anything

about a security guard.

-Just some rent-a-cop. Don't worry.

-[Junior] It's fine.

f*ck' a 45 in his face.

He'll be plenty distracted. Just…

[Jake] No g*ns.

I mean, you are kinda tying our hands

behind our backs here, naughty boy.

-What about cameras?

-They run live, but they're not recording.

That's why God made the ski mask.

Where the f*ck's your brother

during all this?

[Jake] On a bus.

Going back to whatever rock he was under

a month ago. f*ck him.

We're done.

Really?

The jewelry's worth over a million.

Not like this, it's not.

We're lucky to clear 300K with a fence.

All right, well, f*ck that

because Lil' Hymie in Midtown

will give us a lot more than that.

A reputable fence.

Not Lil' f*ck' Hymie in Midtown.

-300K. For two minutes' work.

-Yeah. No, it's good.

And after, you forget I exist. Right?

You… you don't know me.

-I wanna see the safe in person.

-You can't.

-I don't want any surprises.

-I can't.

-Why?

-There's a memorial.

A staff memorial tonight

at the Rabbit for Anna.

[Babbit] Who's Anna?

-[Jake] The girl.

-Yeah. Yeah.

[Junior] There he is.

[PA] Attention guests.

The next sea-lion show…

We're good?

[PA] …will begin in 15 minutes.

[Junior] Attafuckinboy.

[Jake] We're good?

[tense music playing]

[Junior scoffs]

Yeah, listen.

It's not our first rodeo. All right?

My partner and me

are f*ck' professionals.

You, on the other hand,

kinda look like you're being

held together with Scotch tape.

So you tell me, Jake.

Are we f*ck' good?

[Jake] Well, it's no surprise that

we had planned for

a small memorial service

and all of you showed up.

Anna always did bring the party.

A big heart.

Sharp as a tack.

Tough as concrete.

That's a rare combination.

Uh…

I always remember

seeing her make a group of frat boys

line up single file

to place their orders at the Commodore.

[laughter]

Like little children.

But they were all smiling.

Right? 'Cause it was Anna.

She was an artist behind the bar.

Always… the coolest person in the room.

And one of the… uh… kindest.

Life is, uh, fragile.

And unfair.

And, uh…

it's a tragedy

that a person, a woman,

with this much talent and promise…

could be taken away so soon.

Uh, it's obvious, I guess,

but the lesson here…

the lesson is

be grateful for the time you got.

[somber music playing]

[Jake] And be thankful

that your path crossed

with hers

for as long as it did.

I know I am.

-[tense music playing]

-[wistful country music playing]

[Jake] All right. Me neither.

-Jake.

-Hey. Are you… are you outta here?

-Thanks.

-[Mel] Yeah. Wasn't it beautiful?

There's nothing…

nothing else to say, right?

[Seung] Mr. Friedken.

-Yeah?

-Sorry to interrupt. Do you have a minute?

Uh…

Sure. This way.

Hey, can I get you anything?

A coffee? Water?

I don't wanna take up your time

on a day like this.

I just remembered

you have surveillance cameras here.

I was wondering

if you could pull some tapes for me.

Anything Anna might have appeared in

in the last month.

I can't help 'cause we delete our tapes

at the end of every week.

It's been a month

since we let Anna go, so…

Yeah. Didn't you say

she slipped in her… uh… shower?

What does that have to do

with her time here?

I mean, the restaurant, you know?

Well, between you and me,

I should already be onto the next,

but procedure's procedure, so…

-Yeah.

-We all have boxes to check.

So sorry. Can't help.

Don't apologize.

You just saved me an evening.

-Box checked off.

-[Jake chuckles]

-Thanks for your time.

-Sure.

Again, sorry for your loss.

-Sounds like she was special.

-Yeah.

[unsettling music playing]

[music fades]

-[man] The detective's an issue.

-Jesus.

I have a bird in most precincts.

And there's one in the 7th chirping

about Ellen Seung and your security tapes.

[Jake] You wanna talk?

Make an appointment.

They're gone. I told her.

-[man] Are they gone, Jake?

-Yeah.

They're gone. I stopped recording.

The footage of us right now

doesn't even exist.

That's a relief.

We don't want any loose ends.

And I say that

with your well-being in mind.

Sure.

Nondisclosure agreement.

That recording needs to really be gone.

With things going

how they went with Miss Dixon,

my client was satisfied

that you two were on the same team.

But once that detective

started saying the word "cameras,"

I had to insist on my own satisfaction,

for which there's a higher threshold.

Are you f*cking crazy?

You think I had something to do with that?

-Who the f*ck do you think I am?

-I don't think about who you are, Jake.

But I'll tell you who I am.

I'm a people pleaser.

I like to make things extremely easy

for everyone.

Would you like me

to make things easy for you?

I'd like you to get the f*ck out

of my restaurant. I'm not on your team.

I'm not on Jules's team. You understand?

[Campbell] You don't like me.

You don't like my client.

And you prefer to think of yourself

as a good man.

Three reasons why that footage

might remain on your hard drive.

So here

are 500,000 reasons

why it might not.

[Estelle, muffled]

The approach is the same.

Take a piece of New York history,

honor its legacy,

and we redefine it for today.

So we're really thrilled.

Um… and that's why we love this place.

You know, it's very chic.

We think this is so iconic.

Obviously, it's historic. [chuckles]

We're jumping in

at the perfect time. Right, Jake?

-[dramatic musical flourish]

-Yeah.

-[Estelle] Yeah.

-Absolutely.

This is excellent.

Great job, all right? Great job.

Hey.

The investors love it.

Look at 'em. They're eatin' it up.

Listen, I got an idea.

I'm gonna bring 'em tonight.

We sh**t 'em with a mainline of FOMO,

and we're golden, okay?

All right.

My man.

All right, guys,

we've taken enough of her time. Come on.

Estelle, thank you so much.

Thank you so much, Estelle.

-Thank you. After you.

-See you later.

Where were you just now?

Nothing, nowhere.

I'm here.

Aren't you excited? I mean, this is it.

-Fresh start. You still want that, right?

-[Jake sighs]

[distant horn honking]

Yeah.

That's what I want.

[distant horn continues honking]

Absolutely.

I thought…

I thought you knew about all of this.

It's…

You know, that's why I came to you

instead of them.

With a $500,000 check that's all yours.

[man] Seems you understand more

about protocol

than my embarrassment of a son.

-Does this mean--

-[man] Talk to him.

Does this mean

you can't call off the robbery?

[man] My son works for me.

[Jake] Good.

Yeah.

There's more money here

than they ever would've got

from the jewelry.

And I never saw them. I never saw you.

I never even came here.

You don't have to worry about that.

I just… I want this done. I wanna move on.

-[man] And Vince?

-Vince is gone. He's gone.

I don't… even I don't know where.

But he's good at not talking. Believe me.

Are we done? Is it over?

[man] If a cent of this check

or a word of your story is bullshit,

I will know very quickly.

It's all real.

[man] Then we're done.

We're done.

["We've Been Had" by the Walkmen playing]

Well, I'm a modern guy ♪

I don't care much for the go-go ♪

Or the retro image I see so often ♪

Telling me to keep trying ♪

Maybe you'll get here someday ♪

Keep up the work, kid, okay ♪

I closed the book on them right there… ♪

[watch ticking]

I see myself change ♪

As the days change over ♪

-[free-spirited music playing]

-I would always look in your eyes ♪

You could never hide your nose ♪

-I would always want to know why ♪

-Why ♪

Why are we all watching you? ♪

[Wes] Don't worry, bro. It's all love.

Estelle's her own woman.

I just want her to be happy.

Me too.

Me too.

I would tell you to keep a collar on her,

but I don't think

you can afford her brand.

[eerie music playing]

[music fades]

[horn honking]

[man] Let's go, as*h*le!

-[horn honks]

-[man] What the f*ck?!

[horn honking]

[foreboding music droning]

[man] Go! Move! [echoing]

[horn honking]

[hip-hop beat playing]

["DA" by Shay playing]

[rapping in French]

[Wes] Gentlemen!

-A gift from me to you.

-Oh my God.

-Congratulations shots.

-My man.

Wes!

What are we drinkin' to?

How about

each of you men leaving this room

$1 million richer tonight?

[men chuckling]

Cheers. All right.

What do you get in return?

The 33% of the Rabbit

that your group owns.

That would give you two thirds.

I knew you men was good at maths.

Now, mine's not as good as yours,

but to me,

that represents a very healthy return

on your investment.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I, uh…

I can't help but notice

that… that Jake's not here.

It's business.

It's not personal.

But this will get personal.

You mean Four Seasons?

The Pool Room?

It's a beautiful space, I know,

and I'm not quite sure

how I'm gonna style it yet,

but it's nice to have a new project.

I'm sorry? Your new project?

Had my brokers work on that overnight.

I'm taking over the lease.

-Hey.

-Rox, sit.

Sorry, Rox. If you don't mind,

we're in the middle of a conversation.

I am the conversation.

So's he.

But we all know who isn't.

Guys, what…

what the f*ck is goin' on?

What's happening here?

[sober music playing]

Rox and I saw an opportunity. That's it.

We're taking over here

and at The Pool Room. Jake's out.

[Roxie] My food. Wes's orbit.

That is what keeps this place packed.

People will follow those things

wherever they move.

But then everyone says

you're brilliant, so

you know this.

Fellas,

shall we drink?

Sorry, Naveen. I was cold

on The Pool Room anyway.

f*ck it.

I'll have my people get at yours

in a minute.

But while we wait, congratulations.

-[Naveen] All right.

-[Wes] Mm.

-[Naveen] Mm.

-[phone pings]

[Wes] Lads, what are you gonna do

with all this extra cash?

[man 1] Cheers.

[man 2] I don't know.

Buy a restaurant across the street?

[men laugh]

[Wes] I'll see you there.

-How far out on four and seven?

-[woman] Two, Chef.

[phone buzzing]

-Good job, thank you.

-[woman] Thank you, Chef.

[Tony] I'm not a speech type of b*tch,

but the vibe's heavy right now.

I don't know, uh, maybe it's some of y'all

first time knowing somebody who passed.

[melancholy music playing]

[Tony] I've lost a lot of people

in my life, and

the hardest ones to lose

are the real ones.

And that's what Anna was.

And I know everybody grieves different.

So if you need to

hit a pen or do a bump or whatever

to get through tomorrow's service,

then that's what you need to do,

and ain't nobody gonna judge.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

[glass smashes]

-[Tony] It's okay, mamita.

-[Roxie] No.

-Stop.

-[Tony] It's okay.

[Roxie] Stop. It's not okay.

She was r*ped.

Right here.

Jules Zablonski.

That f*ck' creep.

She was r*ped.

She was fired.

And then she died

in some silly f*ck' accident

in her bathroom.

How cruel is a world

where that's somebody's story?

I didn't do sh*t.

Before or after.

[Tony] Then let's do something now.

[Roxie] Like what?

Roxie,

Anna gets r*ped

by some rich dude with a high profile,

and then she slips in her tub.

I don't buy it.

You?

[Seung] McCardle.

-McCardle, the Keurig's still busted.

-[McCardle] So?

[Seung] What'd we pool

the money for, then?

Sorry, folks. Best I could do was waters.

-[Tony] Thank you.

-[Seung] Okay.

So Anna spoke to the two of you directly?

Uh, just me.

[Seung] Walk me through it.

When'd she come to you?

I went to her. About three weeks ago.

Um…

She posted something, sort of hinting.

We all thought she was just angry about

getting fired, so I asked her about it.

She said she remembered

having a drink with Jules Zablonski.

He's this star-f*ck artist

who's always in the VIP.

He was begging all night,

so she finally says, "Okay, one drink."

The next morning,

she wakes up in the bathroom,

and her clothes are off.

[Tony] I saw her stumble out that morning.

She was looking bad. She was…

She was really out of it.

Did she tell you

she suspected her drink was spiked?

-By Jules Zablonski?

-Yeah.

[Seung] What happened then?

What did you do?

[indistinct radio chatter]

Anna didn't want it to blow up

and take over her life.

She didn't…

she didn't want other people knowing.

There was

an overdose at the restaurant recently.

-Was Zablonski present that night?

-Like nothing ever happened.

I told Jake never to let him in again

after what happened. I made him swear.

-But since his f*ck' brother turned up--

-Hang on.

-Jake Friedken knew about Anna's as*ault?

-Yeah. He's the only person I told.

I assume there are security cameras

in the restaurant.

[gentle country music playing]

["Pj" by Jesse Woods playing]

Well, I'm running ♪

I'm running like my hand's on fire… ♪

I'm at a loss for words.

-[Seung] Mr. Friedken.

-[Jake] Yeah?

Sorry to intrude. Do you have a minute?

[Jake] Sure.

Uh, this way. Excuse me.

Hey, can I get you anything?

A coffee? Water?

I don't wanna take up your time

on a day like this.

I just remembered

you have surveillance cameras here.

[Jake] Mm-hmm.

[Seung] I was wondering

if you could pull some tapes for me.

Anything Anna might have appeared in

in the past month.

[Jake] I wish I could help, but, uh…

we delete our tapes end of each week.

It's been a month

since we let Anna go, so… yeah.

Didn't you say she slipped

in her, uh, shower?

What does that have to do

with her time here?

I mean, the restaurant, you know?

[tense music playing]

-[Seung] That's not procedure?

-f*ck no.

Can you get me the footage? All I need is

the night of the as*ault on a flash drive.

-[Tony] Can't you get a thing?

-A warrant?

Yeah.

My bosses want

this thing closed yesterday.

Plus, between now and then,

maybe those tapes grow legs and run away.

-Why would he do that?

-Why would he lie?

I don't know. Maybe he didn't.

Look, I don't have time for this.

You said it wasn't procedure

erasing the tapes each week.

This real sloppy guy

used to work at the Rabbit.

He tried roof hopping one night,

ended up breaking his back.

We thought it was kinda funny

at the time, I guess.

And one of the cameras caught it.

Some of us used to go up to the office

and rewatch the video.

And we did that for months.

It was always there.

Along with all the other footage.

Jake never deleted anything.

Don't do it for me.

[suspenseful music playing]

[mouse clicking]

-[Tony] How far out on four and seven?

-[woman] Two, Chef.

Beautiful. Good job.

-[woman] Thank you, Chef.

-[phone buzzes]

[Jake] Where's Roxie?

[Tony] I think she's up in the VIP.

[Jake] Oh, all right.

You manning the ship?

-Yup.

-[Jake] All good?

-Good.

-Can you get away?

Ca… can you cover Tony?

-I want you upstairs for a toast in five.

-Word.

[tense music building]

[music fades]

[alarm chimes]

["Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1" playing]

Bunches and bunches

Punches is thrown until you're frontless ♪

Oodles and noodles

Bang b*ll*ts at suckers' noodles ♪

Last album, voodoo ♪

Proved that we was f*ck' brutal ♪

I'm talkin' crazy ♪

Half past the clock is cuckoo ♪

You rappers doodoo ♪

Baby sh*t, just basic boo boo ♪

I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa… ♪

Put your f*cking hands up.

My beats is bangin' ♪

f*ck what you rappin'

Who produced you? ♪

I slapped the snot… ♪

Put your f*ck' hands in the air now.

Frickin' sickly, a little prickly ♪

d*ck on display for winter swimming ♪

I deal in dirty work

Do the deed and then dash… ♪

Come on, we can do this.

Nobody f*ck' move!

Get your f*ck' hands in the air.

Give me the f*ck' diamonds.

That's it, you sexy m*therf*cker.

Ditch 'em ♪

I'd lend a hand, but it's stuck

In a fist and g*n position ♪

We might be giants

Standin' on little dandy shoulders ♪

You punks is p*ssy ♪

-Attafuckinboy.

-Proverbial p*nsy panty holders ♪

-[song ends]

-[knocking on door]

Okay.

-Let's f*ck' do it, baby.

-Yo.

About f*cking time.

I know. Wait. Wait, listen. No.

[tires screech]

-Yeah.

-What the f*ck, man?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

A cascade of stupidity is what it is.

Topped off, after everything else, with

the assumption that I wouldn't find out.

Now, that turns it into disrespect.

And disrespect is another thing entirely.

Somebody starts showing you disrespect?

Now an example needs to be made.

The two of you would've thought of that

if you had any instinct

for the f*cking business.

f*cking rat. I can't f*ck' believe you.

-It wasn't me, as*h*le. It was Jake.

-Bullshit.

I'd never f*cking do that to you--

He thinks I've dimed him out.

You should've.

You f*cking should've told me.

What's your job,

if not to keep this idiot shitbomb

from detonating himself?

Now I'm the one with sh*t piles

to cover up if any of this gets out.

It's all now on my a*s.

Every week with you,

it's a new disappointment.

I give you the keys to success,

and you won't put them

in the f*cking ignition.

What an embarrassment

you turned out to be.

-Wait, bro. Don't.

-Huh? What?

Say that to my f*cking face.

[splutters]

You let me know

if your face f*cking got that.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

The Friedken brothers

are not our problem anymore.

You're on the next flight to Fort Myers.

You go and you stay there.

Toro's expecting you.

And you'll stay there.

There's no place

in this organization for f*ck.

You're driving him to LaGuardia.

You're watching him get on the plane.

You're watching that plane take off.

And I'll deal with you after.

Tell you one thing. Jake's f*ck' dead.

I mean, he's f*cking dead.

I don't care if it takes a month

or a f*cking year.

I will be back

for that f*cking p*ssy-a*s rat.

You gotta leave it alone, man.

You heard him.

-Those guys aren't our problem anymore.

-[Junior] I didn't hear sh*t, actually.

What kind of f*cking cuck are you?

-Hey!

-They're not our problem? What the f*ck?

[Babbit] What, do you think

that I'm not f*cking pissed off? Huh?

At least you're getting a f*ck' trip

to Florida.

-I gotta rush back to get my a*s kicked.

-I'm f*cking out.

-Like, I am out.

-Yeah, but you're not out, bro.

He's gonna f*cking cool off,

then you'll be back, just like you said.

Yeah, I'll be back.

I'll be back on my own f*ck' terms.

Not his or anyone else's. All right?

-Especially not those f*ck' brothers.

-Those f*ck' brothers.

[Junior] That's what I'm saying.

Like, Vince I could let go. You know?

-He's a run-of-the-mill dumb f*ck.

-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

-Jake…

-[Babbit] f*ck' Jake. Piece of sh*t.

Jake's the worst kind of dumb f*ck.

Thinks he's smarter than everybody else

'cause he hangs out with dumber f*ck.

You're telling me that's the guy,

that's the f*cking guy

that ruins everything

and gets the f*cking W against us?

Can't stand that m*therf*cker.

We should've smoked him.

-[Junior] No f*ck' way.

-Mm.

-[Junior] Tell you another thing.

-Mm.

That c*cksucker thinks

he can call off our robbery, huh?

Just pay his way out?

Well, f*ck that.

And f*ck him.

'Cause we're still f*ck' doing it.

Think about it.

We're still f*cking doing it. Am I right?

-Talk to me.

-No, bro. You're not right.

Maybe you got a death wish,

but I don't, okay?

There's never been a better moment.

It's safer now to pull off the job

now that Jake thinks it's off.

Whatever setup you were scared of

won't be in place.

[laughs] What the f…

Bro.

First of all, I was… I wasn't scared

of them, okay? I'm scared of your father.

That's why we're

gonna take our punishment like men.

-And then he'll cool off--

-f*cking really? Take a second to listen.

-Think about the f*cking logistics.

-[Babbit] Okay.

We do the job flawless.

-Mm-hmm.

-Right?

I still catch a flight outta town.

Nobody f*ck' knows. Ever.

A million dollars of merchandise

is what we're talking about here,

and it's just sittin' there

behind a f*ck' rent-a-cop, beggin'.

Mancuso got paid for the job.

Our f*ck' job.

So why shouldn't we?

Man, like,

f*ck this middle-management sh*t.

I'm f*ck' doing it.

How about you?

Hmm? You in?

[dramatic music and g*nshots

over speakers]

Had to escape

through some married chick's window?

[Vince] I wish.

sh*t. You all right, brother?

You need some help?

Uh, help would be one

of those burner phones

and whatever it costs

to get on the Megabus.

Where you goin'?

Far away from here.

[Matt] At least

they let you keep the boots.

f*ck them, you know?

And f*ck Jake too.

I mean, I'm, like, f*ck' done.

Jesus Christ.

Go to the market, bro.

Well, there's a few minutes

left on this one, I think.

-Uh…

-[Vince] Yeah?

-That's enough for a ticket.

-Thank you.

[Matt] Maybe a little something

to eat or drink.

Thanks, buddy.

I got a couple of yuppie regs coming over

tonight. I overcharge the sh*t out of 'em.

I could definitely break you off

a lot more bread if you wanna wait a day.

-I owe you one.

-[Vince] You're very nice.

I gotta get the hell out of New York now.

Are you kiddin' me? Don't tell me.

Oh my God, you kept it? Why?

Help me get my money back.

I'm meeting the dealer over at the Plank.

[Vince] You're returning your drugs

like f*ck' Amazon?

-Yeah.

-[Vince] Boy, you're… you're a beauty.

No one like you.

Gonna miss you. [chuckles]

All right, Mattie. Thank you. Thank you.

[PA] Now boarding, bus to Washington, D.C.

Passengers, please proceed…

[Vince] All right, one,

Clearwater, Florida?

[woman] You just missed it.

Next one leaves tomorrow morning,

same time.

-Nothing between now and then?

-[woman] Not to Clearwater.

-Buying?

-Uh…

Okay. Uh, one for tomorrow, please.

[woman] All right. Thirty-five.

-Here.

-Thank you.

[woman] Next!

[man] Hurry up!

[Gen] Man, this neighborhood

really is goin' to sh*t.

Maybe I do need that deadbolt.

[clears throat] Sorry. I, um…

-I tried your apartment, but--

-[Gen] I wasn't home last night.

Hi.

Are you f*ck' leaving?

Uh…

-I wanted to tell you about what I--

-f*ck, man. No. No, I don't care.

Hang on, Gen,

it's not gonna take that long.

This is a tattoo parlor, dude. I don't…

If you want a place to chat,

tons of bars in the area.

They would be happy

to listen to your bullshit.

Then tattoo me.

I want a tattoo. Any… anything you want.

Yeah?

[tattoo machine buzzes]

[Vince] I think I've known this

my whole life. It's been…

it's been right in front of my face,

but it really settled for me yesterday.

Um…

Uh, family, Gen, is just…

it's f*cking bullshit. It's just…

At least the… the family

we're… we're always kinda taught

to call family, you know? Uh…

Blood, you know? It just… it…

Uh… I don't know.

Blood, it's… it's not… it's not…

it's not thicker than water. It's…

I think it's, uh… snake oil. You know?

It's not… it's not real. It…

it's just kinda given to you, you know?

It's…

There's no choice.

There's no consultation.

Just, "This woman is your mom.

This guy is your dad."

They f*ck. You're here.

"Now just deal with it," you know?

And maybe there's another stranger

in the house.

That's a sibling, and that's…

that's your family. You're just…

People you're trapped in a box with,

you know?

And you gotta f*ck' love that other kid

'cause he came out

of the same set of legs you did,

even though he'd backstab you

any chance he gets or…

Maybe there's an uncle that

you've met once and you're supposed to…

that, you know…

He's supposed to be more important

than the f*cking guy who runs a deli

that remembers your order every time?

I don't know. Just…

f*ck that.

f*ck blood.

Um…

Bond…

I think, you know,

bond is family.

Yeah? Bond…

bond is who you pick.

And they would… they would be people that

get you to love the world a lot better

just 'cause they're in it, you know?

And they… they would love the world better

'cause you're in it

and… that you exist.

[pensive music playing]

And you show up for each other.

If it matters, if it doesn't matter,

it's not outta duty. You're just…

you're just there for each other

'cause you have a…

you'd have a thing, you know?

You'd wanna keep doing that thing.

Together.

You know, they would get the good days.

They'd get the holidays,

the Thanksgivings,

and the Christmases, and the…

and the birthdays.

And I think everybody deserves

to find those people.

You really deserve to find

those people, Gen. You know?

-You know?

-Just don't move. [sniffles]

Will you promise me

that you'll find those people?

And they'll be your family, okay?

Are we done? Are you finished?

What have we got?

Just somethin' for your family to read.

Yeah?

[rock music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

[bartender] Can I get you another?

Uh… uh… a whiskey this time, please.

Hey, it's happy hour. Two for one.

Yeah? Lucky day.

Hey, man, I never do this,

but aren't you that guy from that band?

Uh…

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Uh…

[man] I knew it.

That means you guys

are paying tonight, huh?

[chuckles]

Uh, more whiskey, please.

[PA] Attention, passengers.

The next express bus to Philadelphia

is now boarding at Gate 5.

[phone rings]

[PA] Unattended bags will be reported

to station security.

Hello? [clears throat] Hello?

[Matt] Hey, um… I know you're probably

halfway to Vegas or whatever,

but, uh, just in case--

Oh f*ck. What time is it?

[Matt] It's, like, 4:00 p.m., man.

g*dd*mn it. g*dd*mn it.

I missed my f*cking bus.

Jesus, brother.

Well, I… I… I guess you're lucky I called.

Those clients came through.

Remember the yuppies I told you about?

I got a stack for you if you need it,

and it sounds like you need it.

Uh, where are you?

Uh… meet me at the bar.

Okay.

[rock music playing]

-Sorry, brother.

-Mm.

I didn't have a choice.

What you talking about?

[Junior] What up, Vince?

[dramatic music playing]

Let's get you back in the car.

I f*cking knew it. I f*cking…

I knew he'd f*ck it up

somehow.

f*cking Jake's got no…

no vision of his own. He's… he's just…

Um…

Uh, Junior, can you just…

can you just make sure that I'm…

that I'm never found?

Can you do that for me?

I don't want my daughter to have

to identify me at some g*dd*mn morgue.

-[Junior] Jesus Christ. Are you done?

-Huh? Yeah.

I'm not gonna k*ll you, Vince.

I got a job for you. All right?

My partner pussied out.

You still got

the keys to the restaurant, right?

Yeah.

Good.

I'm gonna need that safe combination.

And some backup in case sh*t gets hot.

Give me your phone.

Yeah, I'll do that.

I'll do that. I'm in. I'm in.

Yeah, f*ck Jake.

Jake's got it coming to him.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm in, Junior.

Attafuckinboy.

[phone dialing]

[Junior] Lil' Hymie.

I'm at the spot right now.

Figure give me, like, an hour.

f*ck you mean morning?

I'm not gonna be driving into Midtown

in the middle of rush hour.

Don't f*cking puss out on me, man.

Okay. Fine.

3:00 a.m.

Yeah, set two f*ck' alarms, huh?

Remember, we shook on 40.

That's it. That's your cut.

I don't wanna hear

any 45, 50 bullshit when I get there.

Yeah. Got it.

647 Lex.

Good.

See you then.

-[phone beeps]

-[Junior] Greedy f*ck.

[sniffles]

[customer] f*ck that place.

Ugh.

Okay.

Go time.

[jarring electronic music playing]

[cheering and applause]

[Jake] Yeah, all right.

My whole team here have made sacrifices.

But we fought the fight together.

[cheering and applause]

This place doesn't exist without you.

You're my family, and I love you.

[Junior] What's wrong?

Oh sh*t.

They're out there already.

f*ck it.

Let's party.

[Vince] Hey. We're too late.

Let's get the f*ck outta here.

The sh*t is out there. Okay?

I'm not leaving here with

just my f*cking d*ck in my hand. Are you?

-Huh? Are you?

-[Vince] No.

[Junior] Okay. Come on.

Come here.

The f*cking jewelry. It's in there?

-Huh?

-I don't know. I'm just a chef.

Let's go find out, then. Walk.

[Vince] All right. Hang on. Hang on.

-We can't do this. I can't do this.

-Shut the f*ck up. Okay?

We are doing this. Have your g*n out.

There's probably a guard,

and he needs to know that we're for real.

We get in there, I hold him up,

you grab the sh*t,

and we get the f*ck outta there.

-Yeah.

-[Junior] Let's f*cking do this.

Here's to Black Rabbit. Cheers.

[cheering and applause]

[door slams open]

[Junior] Hands up! Hands up!

Get down. Everybody.

Where's all my f*ck' diamonds at, huh?

In fact, all the f*cking jewelry

up in this b*tch goes in the bag. Now.

Get 'em off and put 'em in. Let's go.

The f*ck' watches too.

Yo, where the f*ck is everybody going,

huh?

-[g*nshots]

-[screaming]

[Junior] That's right!

I said get the f*ck down.

Do what he says, and they'll go.

All right, just… everybody, stay calm.

Hey. What the f*ck are you doing?

Take it f*ck' easy!

For f*ck's sake, take it easy.

You don't want that. You don't want that.

It's a f*ck' fake.

Jake, don't be a hero.

Just give him the watch.

-[Jake] You got a bag of the real stuff!

-[Junior] Sit down.

[Jake] Get off me.

-Leave!

-[Junior] Sit!

-[Jake] Get off me!

-[Wes] Tell your boy to relax.

[Junior] You a f*ck' problem?

I said sit!

-[unsettling music playing]

-[high-pitched ringing]

[Junior] Sit the f*ck down!

Hey!

[heartbeat pounding]

Vince?

[Wes, muffled] Yo, bro. Take it easy.

What the f*ck are you doing?

[Vince] Shut the f*ck up,

and let me have the watch.

[Junior] Yo, what the f*ck

are you doing right now, huh?

-[Wes] You don't need to use that.

-Vince, leave.

-[Vince] I'm trying.

-[Wes] Give the man what he wants.

-Put that down.

-[Junior] Take one more f*ck' step.

I'll get it.

[Junior] Stop f*ck' moving. Huh?

Stop f*cking moving!

[commotion]

[mournful music playing]

[screaming continues]

[Tony groans softly]

[Junior] You see this?

This sh*t is on you.

On your f*ck' knees.

On your knees!

Attafuckin--

[police sirens blaring]

[disturbing music playing]