In a Cold Vein (2025)

[bunniefuu]

f*ck. f*ck.

- What is it?

- Look at this.

Oh, sh*t!

f*ck, you got any bandages?

Uh, I don't know.

Try under the seat.

It stings.

- What, the cat get you?

- Yeah.

I was trying to move

the little b*stard.

Scratched the sh*t out of me.

Yeah, I threw it out

the front door and he ran off.

Good, I hope

the coyotes get him.

Any rubbing alcohol?

Yeah, yeah, that's it there.

Thank God.

You gotta be careful.

Keep an eye on that.

Cat scratch fever's no joke.

Ah! m*therf*cker!

-He's up.

-What?

Oh, dude, I told you

we didn't give him enough.

Whatever.

We're almost there anyway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are you going?

You said turn left

at Cedar Lane.

- No, I didn't!

- Yes, you did!

Look, it doesn't matter.

It's the same direction anyway.

Hey! Knock that off!

Dude, do you mind?

I'm a little busy up here.

Just get him.

- I'll get the shovels.

- Go ahead.

You f*cking serious?

This, I don't have need.

Come here. Hey!

Make this easy on all of us,

will you?

Put those shovels down

and help me get him out of here.

Useless f*cking...

m*therf*cker, get over here!

f*cking son of a b*tch,

come here!

m*therf*cker!

-f*ck, man.

-Son of a...

Here, put the f*cking

shovels down, get his body.

-I'll get his legs.

-Take this. f*ck.

-One, two, three. Go.

-Will you f*cking move?

-He's f*cking heavy.

-Wait, wait, wait. sh*t!

-What is that? Did you see that?

-What, am I blind?

-Go, go, go, go.

-Let's go. Put him back.

f*ck. Who the f*ck is that?

-Come on...

-Get in there!

-Go, go!

-f*ck, man.

Get the f*ck in there.

-Close it.

-Shut up.

Your mask!

f*ck! sh*t.

f*ck.

sh*t.

Shut the f*ck up.

Shut the f*ck up!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You stop and I stop.

You stop, I stop.

Shut the f*ck up.

Come on now.

Hey!

-Hey.

-Hey, do you--

Do you know when they close

the gate over there?

Sorry?

Uh, the entrance.

Yeah, we leave it open

in the offseason.

Okay, we're just having

a little car trouble.

Okay.

f*cking hell.

Yeah, hey, it's Phil. Uh...

No, that's why I'm calling.

I can't-- There's someone here.

It's like a ranger or something.

Or wait, hold on.

Okay, someone's picking her up.

I don't know. Um...

No, we can't.

No, we can't use it anymore

because she saw the f*cking van.

She saw the-- She saw the plate,

she saw my face.

No, because I didn't...

I didn't want to look suspicious

so I took it off.

-Who are you talking to?

-Who do you think?

-What does he want us to do?

-Will you give me a second?

All right.

Uh, no, sorry, that was Steve.

sh*t, um...

Okay. Uh...

No, no, no.

No, yeah, Ronnie got the kid.

There's no issue there.

But where do we take him?

Hey, you want me

to rip your ba*ls off this?

Uh, maybe by the lake?

Okay, I'll call you after.

Um, all right. Okay. Bye.

What the f*ck?

This f*cking guy won't quit.

- Where the f*ck is my son?

- Oh, my gosh.

-You b*stard!

-What did he say?

He said we have to take him

somewhere else.

Fine, let's get the f*ck

out of here.

-I know some spots.

-What, by the cliff?

Hey.

Hey, what did I say?

Don't make me come back there.

f*cking...

sh*t, I think she's here

to call the cops.

Do f*cking something!

Hey, what's going on in there?

What-- What's that?

What's going on?

Oh, yeah.

We hit a deer on the way over,

and I think it kind of f*cked up

the engine a little bit.

You want us to call AAA?

No, that's okay.

I mean, I think

it's kind of calming down.

Should be enough to get home.

Thanks, though.

All right.

Good luck.

Thanks.

-Come on, let's go.

-What'd you do?

f*cking taped a bag

over his head.

You're gonna clean up

all that f*cking blood.

Yeah, obviously.

f*ck you.

What are you going to do?

Wanna take him to the marina?

The marina?

- What?

- Way too many people.

No, man, it's offseason.

There's no one up there.

No, no, no.

Damn, take it easy.

Well, what?

You got a better spot?

Uh, yeah. Why not the pit?

What pit? Which pit?

The pit by Coyote Alley.

Yeah, all right.

-What are you doing?

You're not gonna fill it?

-No, one's all I need.

What? What the f*ck

are you talking about?

It's, you know,

like I got one shot, one chance.

It helps me focus, all right?

It's worked so far.

Hey, assholes,

take this off of me.

That's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard.

Take this thing off of me.

-What is he saying?

-Who cares?

Was that your stomach?

Yeah, man, I'm f*cking starving.

Did you not eat before you came?

- I forgot.

- Dude, I told you.

Can we just pull over

and get some chips or something?

- No.

- You're both f*cking dead!

I will get carsick

if I don't have anything

in my stomach.

That's not my fault.

You should have eaten before you came.

f*ck. Look, there's a diner

by the pit.

We can go there afterward.

Just you wait

once my brother finds out.

You're so f*cking dead.

He's gonna rip

your f*cking ba*ls off.

All right, we got it.

If I let you talk for a second,

will you shut the f*ck up?

-What are you doing?

-What? Who's he gonna tell?

- No one's gonna...

- What? Don't--

Where's my son?

-You got a kid?

-Where is he?!

Hey, relax!

If I find out you touched

one hair on his head...

What, what, what?

What are you gonna do?

You have no idea

how f*cked you both are.

Oh, yeah?

You have any idea

who my brother is, huh? Huh?

Brother? No, should I?

You can still turn this around.

Stop the car, take me home,

and have Jack

waiting for me, okay?

I will keep my mouth shut.

I swear to God

Bruce never finds out.

Huh? What is he, a cop?

Bruce O'Reilly.

Who?

He loves Jack like a son.

Once he finds out,

no one is off limits.

You understand that?

He is relentless.

Yeah, you know what?

I'm not too worried about it.

- No, me neither.

- Do you understand?

You both are f*cking dead! Huh?

I think we're gonna be okay.

Hey, look, look. Hey, look.

Don't worry about it.

Ray Ray's really good with kids.

You m*therf*cker! f*ck you!

-I swear to God...

-Get the f*ck back!

Oh, my...

sh*t!

f*ck you!

Steve, you got him?

- f*ck you!

- You got him?

Yeah.

f*ck!

What the--

I threw blankets on him.

He's fine.

Blankets? sh*t.

-What an as*h*le.

-Yeah.

Pull him up.

f*cking pull him up!

-Son of a...

-Come on!

Get the f*ck up!

Look, just sh**t him,

we'll kick him off.

-sh*t.

-What?

-I left my g*n on the dash.

-Are you f*cking kidding me?

All right, well, hurry up!

Just go get it!

f*ck! Ah! sh*t!

sh*t!

-Did you get him?

-Yeah, yeah.

Is that him?

I don't know.

Wait, look at that.

That's gotta be his blood.

I mean, do you

see him down there?

I mean...

I don't think it really matters.

-What? How so?

-You shot him.

He's rolling down the hill,

he's hitting trees and rocks.

Ain't anybody surviving that.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. What?

I mean, did you see

where I got him?

No, I was getting my g*n.

Did you not get him?

No, I mean, I'm pretty...

-I'm pretty sure I got...

-You're pretty sure?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got him.

How did you miss him?

He was right in front of you.

It was f*cking--

It all happened so fast.

Look, if your g*n

was in the f*cking car--

Oh, so it's my fault

that you can't sh**t for sh*t?

Yes! Yes, it's your...

If you hadn't forgotten it,

you could have popped him in

the back when he lunged at me.

Jesus.

I mean, do you...

Should we go down

and look for him?

No, and break my f*cking neck?

No, thank you.

Well, what do you want to do?

The way I see it,

it doesn't matter.

-There's no way

he's surviving that.

-You think?

Yeah, man. He's bound up.

He'll hit us some sh*t

and maybe just bleed out.

Yeah, well, I mean, that's true.

Or die of dehydration

in a couple days.

Or a coyote gets him.

Yeah, man.

And look, it doesn't matter.

-You f*cking got him.

-Yeah.

-You got him.

-Yeah.

All right, come on, man.

Let's go hit that diner.

-Yeah.

-Call Marco after we eat.

Give him some suspense.

f*ck.

I mean, I must have--

I must have got him.

-You got him.

-Yeah, I got him.

I got him.

All right, I'm driving.

Where are you headed?

Back into town.

Why don't you hop on in?

Okay. Thanks.

Name's Chuck.

Dean.

Can I use your phone?

I don't got one.

You have anything to drink?

No, thanks.

Is there water in there?

There is.

You ever heard of asking?

Can I have some of this water?

"Please"?

Please.

Yeah, there's a little bit left.

This one...

is my happy juice.

And it ain't for sharing.

So how does he look?

-Excuse me?

-The other dude.

The dude that kicked your a*s.

How does he look?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Man, I can't remember

the last time

I took a punch

to the face like that.

It's not so bad.

Yeah, well, don't get me wrong.

Man, anybody

f*ck with me like that...

Comes down to it,

I do know

how to make them squeal.

Yeah, I bet.

I'm just f*cking with you, man.

Whoo!

Oh, man.

So, uh, you got a woman

or anything, Dean?

Yeah, I'm married.

That's too bad.

What do you mean?

sh*t, I don't know.

A handsome fella like you?

Probably get any p*ssy you want,

I imagine.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

All right, brother,

come on now, don't be...

all modest on me here.

Yeah, I guess.

Son of a b*tch.

g*dd*mn.

Piece of sh*t.

It always does that.

What's your wife's name?

Darla.

Double D, Darla, huh?

Doesn't this head south?

Hey, where are you going?

Just gotta make a little stop

over by the 81.

81?

You said you'd take me

back into town.

And I will.

Just got a little business

I need to take care of first.

If you don't mind.

Now?

It's the middle of the night.

Hey! This is gonna take us

like an hour out of the way!

What the f*ck you doing, son?

Get out!

No. No, please.

Get the f*ck out of my truck.

Please, wait, please, please.

-You don't understand.

-Before I start swinging.

-Just please, please! No!

-Five, four,

-Just one second.

-...three...

My son is missing!

My son is missing!

Please!

Your son?

What do you mean, he's missing?

He was in his bedroom

when I was taken away.

And I-I-I don't know

what's happened to him.

I need to just make sure

that he's okay, please.

Taken away?

I guess, uh,

all of this has something

to do with that, huh?

Well, I figured that you got

in a bar fight

back in El Campo or something.

You ain't sh1tting me, are you?

No, no. Look, I swear to God.

You ain't sh1tting me.

Thank you.

Hey, man, sorry about that.

It's fine.

You just ought not be messing

with a man's truck like that,

you know?

I just don't like people messing

with my sh*t, that's all.

So, uh...

So you got yourself

a little boy, huh?

Jack.

All right.

Well, how old is he?

He's just turned nine.

Oh, yeah, that's a fun age.

So, what, does he look

more like you or...

Double D?

I think he looks more like me.

But everyone says

he looks like Bruce.

Like what?

Sorry, my brother.

Well? Does he?

-Does he what?

-Does he look like Bruce?

No, I don't see it.

Hmm.

He's way smarter

than I was at his age.

-He's already reading novels.

-Is that so, huh?

He makes me act out the voices

every night with him before bed.

Well, that must be

irritating as f*ck.

It's my favorite part

of the day.

How much longer, you think?

Not much longer.

Son of a Christ.

-Did you see that?

-Yeah.

They were going a little fast.

A little?

What are you doing?

g*dd*mn Yankees think

they own the road around here.

Hey. Hey, it's okay.

They're too far ahead.

Yeah, well, not for long.

You're gonna blind them.

They'd better hope that's all

I do to their Yankee asses.

What do you mean?

Hey. Hey, let me out here.

How do you like that,

m*therf*cker?!

Chuck...

-Chuck, hey, drop me off here.

-Whoo-hoo!

Hey, just drop me off here.

Chuck, hey,

drop me off here, okay?

No more stops, Dean.

Hey, just let me out!

Chuck.

You got any Pepto?

Man, I told you,

you shouldn't have

gotten that pie.

Yeah, well, it was half off.

You knew what was half...

It was half off because it was

sitting out all day.

Yeah, so?

So, if you don't buy that pie,

you know where it goes?

Straight in the trash can.

Okay, what's your point?

My point is,

if you eat garbage pie,

you're gonna feel like sh*t.

You know, that coffee's

not good for you, either.

I'm tired.

What the f*ck?

What?

You didn't lock your door?

So?

Did you leave something

in the f*cking glove box, too?

Oh, sh*t.

Yeah, exactly.

Look, man,

I'll let it slide this time

because you're hungry and tired,

but you gotta really,

really, really start

keeping the peace

on you all the time.

Oh, come on, man.

-Are you serious?

-What?

You're not gonna buy

a necklace online

without actually holding it

in your hand, are you?

-They got good prices.

-Dude.

The amount of times that sh*t

gets damaged in shipping,

I mean, the package company

doesn't care.

What's the return policy on it?

-I don't know.

-What?

Don't...

Don't do that, man.

If you're gonna spend

that kind of money,

you really need

to cover yourself,

just in case they f*ck it up.

What's it for?

My daughter's birthday.

Oh, yeah?

What number?

Sixteen.

Really?

Wow.

That's cool, man.

Congratulations.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Get that, get that!

-Oh, sh*t. Okay!

-Oh, my God!

-Where'd it go?

Dude, down there!

It's gonna stain!

-I can't see!

-Pick it up!

-Fine!

-Clean it! Oh, my...

-What are you doing?

-You said get it!

You stupid f*ck!

There's like 30 moving blankets

back there!

You grab one of those.

Use my mask? Are you kidding?

f*ck, dude!

f*ck!

I told you

you didn't need that coffee.

Yeah, whatever, man.

I... I shouldn't have called you

stupid, man, all right?

-It's fine.

-I...

I'm trying to...

I'm trying to say I'm sorry.

Yeah, just forget about it.

-Dude, what is with you?

-I'm gassed, man.

We should have just

shot that dude in his house,

and then it all

would have been done with.

No! Dude, are you serious?

Do you have any idea

how hard it is

to get every little bit of DNA

out of the mattress,

out of the carpet,

out of the f*cking walls?

No way.

This is way better.

Mother Nature

does all the cleanup.

-Trust me, man.

-Whatever.

- It's a long light.

- Why don't you just go?

-Because it's red.

-No one's coming for miles.

I... I don't run red lights,

man.

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck?

Put it in park.

-Put it in park!

-Okay! Okay, okay.

Come on, come on.

Let's go. Very slowly.

All right, all right, all right.

Put your foot on the brake.

I can't reach it.

Push him off the wheel!

Push him off the wheel!

Okay, okay, okay.

Where is he?

I don't know. I don't know.

I swear to God.

Where is he?!

Oh, man. I got a wife and a kid.

So do I.

But that didn't stop you, huh?

Look, Raymond, we were supposed

to take him somewhere he knew.

All right?

We were gentle with the kid.

We were gentle with the kid.

-Who has him now?

-I don't know. I don't know.

-I swear to God, I don't know.

-Who gave you the contract?

Give me a name,

or you end up like him!

You don't understand.

If I rat...

Last chance.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Bruce?

- Bruce?

You got the wrong number.

Uh, sorry.

I told you,

I'm on the DNC list.

Why do you people keep call--?

You've reached the law offices

of Pennington, Garret,

and Bracewell.

If you are currently

in police custody--

f*ck!

Is that you, Tony?

Tony!

You say something, boss?

What are you doing back there?

Nothing.

Didn't I tell you not to mess

with the inventory?

I wasn't.

Huh.

Enough.

Wait, wait.

Dimitry.

Oh, no, no, no.

It is five points

against the principal.

Who told you that?

Well, they're wrong.

It's always been five.

Whatever. Okay, I gotta go.

Uh, call me tomorrow.

Have you heard from Phil

or Steve at all today?

-Not since this afternoon.

-Huh.

They were supposed to be done

with that O'Reilly job

a while back,

and I haven't been able to get

in touch with either of them.

Maybe their phones died.

Both of them?

What's with you?

-Nothing.

-What nothing?

You're doing a half cha-cha

while you're standing there.

What's going on?

-My IBS is flaring up.

-IBS. Okay, just enough.

Go, go.

Use the bathroom on the other

side of the building.

Get me some more wine

when you come back, too.

- Hey, it's Phil.

- Don't bullshit me.

Yeah. You boys are really going

for that time and a half,

aren't you?

Listen, I was expecting

a confirmation

when the final package

was delivered,

but I haven't heard

from either one of you.

So, please,

hurry up and get back here

so I can go home.

Okay?

Thank you.

"Long time. It hasn't been easy,

but I know that you're the only

person I can confide in,

the only person who knows how

I truly feel about you and..."

Hey, it's Phil.

Don't bullshit me.

m*therf*cker!

Come on.

Jesus f*cking Christ!

Idiots!

You didn't expect

to see me, did you?

Phil and Steve

aren't coming back.

You know why I'm here, then?

Hmm?

You tell me where he is,

I take the knife back,

bandage you up,

I'll even give you a head start

before I tell my brother

about you.

You do know who my brother is,

don't you?

Cool.

You're not gonna scream.

You start screaming,

the tape goes back on,

and I'm gonna tape

one of your nostrils shut, too.

Where is my son?

I don't know.

You have no idea?

I can't remember.

How about now?

How about now?

I told you, I can't remember!

I don't know!

Oh, come on, man.

Bruce O'Reilly.

You know what happens

when he finds out

you took his nephew?

Hmm?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Maybe this helps

jog your memory.

Hey, hey! No! No!

Shh!

Okay, okay.

Okay.

They told us to drop him off

with some old broad

in Lampasses.

That's all I know.

Lampasses.

With who?

All I know is he knew the place.

Was it Brenda Lawrence?

Yes. Yes, it was Brenda.

That's it.

Who set it up?

Just some broad.

A woman?

-Who?

-I don't know~

She paid in cash.

What did she look like?

-I don't know. I don't know!

-Tell me!

She... she had dark hair.

Very long.

Brown eyes.

Did she call you?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Sh-Sh-Sh-She came in

through Reggie.

She knew Reggie.

Look, it won't be in there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, look, look.

Please, just...

Just take this out, please.

I'll help you look for her.

Hey, man, I'm still in here.

What the f*ck?

m*therf*cker!

Soda?

Soda cat?

Soda cat?

Soda cat?

Hey. Hey, Soda?

Suppertime.

You f*cking b*tch.

"Darla...

I don't know where to begin.

You'll never be able to

understand why I'm doing this,

and I don't blame you.

But I can't go on

living my life with this shame.

A shame that I can't

take anymore.

You know how sad I can get.

But I've been hiding

the true extent of it

to you for so long,

trying to be the man

you fell in love with.

The truth is,

I have been so depressed

that I can no longer

find the joy in the things

that used to make me happy.

Please understand that this

isn't anyone's fault.

I just can't live in my skin

another day longer.

Tell Jack that I love him

more than anything

in this world.

Tell him that I want him to

listen to you and his grandma.

And let him know

that I'll always be watching.

With love and relief.

Dean."

Come back!

Why are you so fast?

All right. Come on, buddy.

Right here. Come on, buddy.

Right here. You got it.

Oh, great throw,

but now you gotta catch me.

Daddy, you stopped there.

Oh, no!

Now you're too fast.

Oh, no! You're catching up!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

I got you.

Oh, you been

pumping iron or what?

Come on, Daddy.

Now you gotta get me.

Here I come.

Look at you.

Do you like it?

Do I like it?

You know, I've been thinking

about this for a long time.

Me, too.

I was talking about my bath.

Oh, really?

Well, don't let me interrupt.

No, no, don't go.

I almost forgot.

No way.

I thought you said it might not

be approved for months.

Pays to have friends

in high places.

Won't this looks

suspicious, though?

Suspicious?

I just made him rich.

Wait, hold on. $2.3 million?

Your mom's estate

is worth ten times that.

Ah, they don't know that.

Look, I just wired the money

to Dean's account yesterday,

all right?

Plus, I had Radovich

make a few modifications

to his will a few months back.

Guess who gets that 2.3

when he never comes home?

You're a f*cking genius.

Wait here.

sh*t.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What?

What is this? What'd you do?

Come on, before it's cold.

Baby.

Wow.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, wait, where's Jack?

Oh, in bed.

-Already?

-Yeah.

I figured you've been

working so hard

and you could use

a little break.

That's nice, but you know

I cut the trip short

so I could spend

some time with him.

Yeah.

But, you know...

It's... It's fine.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

What the f*ck you talking about?

Who's that?

It's Brucie.

Oh.

What does he want?

I...

have no idea.

Here.

Are you okay, honey?

What? Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Why are you dressed like that?

I told you, Jackie and I

are going for a drink.

Jackie?

Okay, you look so tired.

Like you had a long trip.

I think you should just try

to get some sleep, okay?

Okay, don't wait up.

Oh...

Spring's just

around the corner,

and you know what that means.

Road trip!

That's right.

So come on down to

the Kimmel Brothers Automotive

for our spring

sprang sprung sale.

We'll make sure your car

or truck is ready to go.

Eight, nine...

two.

- Hello?

- Hey, Brenda.

Who is this?

It's Dean.

What number is this?

Yeah, sorry,

I had to get a new phone.

Is Jack there?

He is.

I thought you were

out of the country.

Uh, well, I was. Um...

I mean, I was supposed to be,

but then my connection flight

got canceled,

and I decided to just go home

instead of waiting around

at some airport on standby.

Ugh, I saw there was a big

storm coming in off the Gulf.

God knows how long

you've been waiting there.

I used to hate flying standby,

but you know how cheap

George was.

He always had us waiting around

to save a few bucks.

But that was George.

He was a penny pincher

till the end.

Dean, are you still there?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, sorry, can I talk to Jack?

All right, hold on a second.

Great.

Hey, Brenda,

can you not tell Darla

that I called

if you talk to her?

No.

I was gonna surprise her

with something special tonight.

Oh, okay!

By the way,

your friend was very nice.

Who?

Your friend Ronnie

that dropped off Jack.

Oh. Yeah.

Oh, here he is.

It's your dad.

Hello?

Hey, buddy.

Hi, Daddy.

What are you up to?

Painting Legos.

Oh, yeah?

You build anything cool?

A mansion.

No way.

I'd love to see it

when you're done with it.

I caught a fly ball

in the air today.

You did?

Just like you showed me.

I knew you could do it.

When are you coming home?

Real soon.

Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

And you know what?

I'm not gonna be doing

those long trips

for Uncle Bruce anymore.

Really?

That's right.

Is Uncle Bruce going to be mad?

No.

He'll understand.

Hey, listen,

do me a favor, okay?

Don't tell your mother I called.

Okay, Daddy.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Two, four, nine, five.

f*ck.

Police

dispatch will be called...

f*ck off!

...in ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six...

...four,

three, two,

one.

I think you need a rematch.

Oh, my gosh!

I don't know.

You hear something?

Probably just

the dryer finishing?

You left the dryer running

when nobody was home?

So?

So it's a fire hazard.

Okay, I'll be more careful

next time.

I gotta make a call quick.

Okay.

-I'll wait here.

-Okay.

Watch out, there might be

some glass on the floor.

Wow.

Mr. O'Reilly?

I love it when you call me that.

Dean always hated

our last name.

-What'd I say?

-I just don't want to be

thinking about him right now.

Oh, sh*t. I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

All right.

Never again.

Who'd you call?

No one.

Don't worry about it.

Was it Marco?

Don't worry about it.

I don't like this, Bruce.

Well, it's a little late

for second guesses.

I just think we

should have heard

something by now.

Don't you?

I told you it doesn't always

work that way, all right?

Just get that through your head.

Well, I'm telling you

that I've got a bad feeling.

Oh, you've got a feeling?

It was always going to feel

f*cked up, Darla.

I mean,

if you don't feel guilty...

Of course, I feel guilty.

I'm just saying that we haven't

heard anything

from a single person yet, okay?

Not Marco, not the guys

who are supposed to do it.

How many times have you

set something like this up?

How many?

None.

Right.

Just need to stop.

Just...

Just stop.

Just trust me.

Trust me. I know what I'm doing.

The less we know,

the better, okay?

They weren't going

to t*rture him, right?

You think I wanted

my brother to suffer?

Come on.

No.

Come on, you know how much

I love you, right?

Right?

We both knew

this was going to be tough.

Let's try not to take it out

on each other.

Okay?

You're right. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Oh, I could just...

Babe, you don't need to.

Bruce.

Okay.

I didn't want this

to be this way, Deano.

Ah!

Deano...

Dean, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Bruce.

Come on, Bruce.

We'll get help.

No, Bruce.

Oh, my God!

Dean, he needs an ambulance.

Dean?

Dean, you've got to help him.

Dean, he's going to die!

Dean!

Dean!

Dean!

- Hello?

- Brenda, hey.

Tell Jack I'm coming

to pick him up.