♪
["Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Nina Simone playing]
♪ Baby, you understand me now
♪ If sometimes you see that I'm mad ♪
♪ Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? ♪
♪ When everything goes wrong, you see some bad ♪
♪ But I'm just a soul
♪ Whose intentions are good
♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood ♪
♪ You know, sometimes, baby, I'm so carefree ♪
♪ And then you're bound to see my other side ♪
♪ But I'm just a soul
♪ Whose intentions are good
[meowing]
♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood. ♪
Who the **** are you?
Me?
I'm...
[panting]
-[slurping] -[engine whirs]
-[beeps] -[horn honks]
-[tool buzzing] -[tapping keys]
[sighs]
[dog barking in distance]
Come on! [groans]
-****! -[horn honks]
[egg cracks, sizzles]
You missed the garbage.
-[beeps] -[tool buzzes]
[taps key]
[grunting, panting]
-[beeps] -[slurping]
-[beeps] -[horn honks]
-[tapping] -[tool buzzes]
[dog barking in distance]
-[beeps] -[horn honks]
-[tapping keys] -[slurping]
[tool buzzing]
[dog barking in distance]
[bed creaks]
[panting]
-[beeps] -[taps key]
-[sighs] -[horn honks]
-[tool buzzes] -You missed the garbage.
[beeps]
-[tool buzzing] -[tapping keys]
[grunting, panting]
[beeping]
-[tool buzzing] -[repeated beeping]
[crickets chirping]
[dog barking in distance]
[sighs]
[clattering in distance]
♪
[clattering nearby]
[clattering continues]
♪
[line drones, button beeps]
Put the phone down.
We don't want any trouble.
Your money. Cash.
Now!
Th-That's about all there is, on that.
That-that's it?
I use a debit card.
Jesus.
MAN: I didn't find anything.
What about his watch?
WOMAN: Is this worth something?
To me, it is.
Take it.
WOMAN: Give me your ring.
Give me your ****ing ring!
[running footsteps]
-BRADY: Hey! -[groaning]
Hey! Hey, get off him! Now!
Get off him! Get off him!
I swear to God, I'll ****ing shoot you!
BRADY: Dad!
-[groaning] -WOMAN: Now!
-Let him go, son. -[Brady grunting]
-What? -[man gasping]
I said let him go.
[grunts]
-Hey! -What? What?
BECCA: Please stop.
Just take what you want and go. Please just...
Just shut up!
Let's get out of here.
-Baby, let's go. -[grunts in frustration]
We picked the wrong ****ing house.
-Just... ****ing shit! -Shut up.
[golf club drops to floor]
[lock clicks]
What the ****, Dad?
♪
[muffled, distorted chatter]
HUTCH: I can't believe I let this happen.
My beautiful wife,
beautiful kids, my home,
broken into with a freaking...
-Mr. Mansell. -Excuse me?
So, that's how they got in, huh?
Using a pizza box?
Yeah.
And the golf club?
Did you even take a swing?
She had a, uh...
Could've taken her, Dad.
Look, you did the right thing, Mr. Mansell.
You know, if that was my family... [chuckles]
We're gonna get out of your hair.
You just leave that garage door closed, okay?
♪
[car doors closing]
[cars departing]
[sighs]
♪
[sighs]
Hey, Dad.
Hey, kiddo.
-You couldn't sleep? -No.
Well...
Oh. [exhales]
You scared?
Why would I be? You're here.
Yeah.
Dad?
Yeah?
We need a cat.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Yeah.
I was thinking the same thing.
[garbage truck beeping, rattling]
[sighs]
Come on!
-[groans] -[horn honking]
****!
[panting]
So, uh, I have to do a report on a veteran for history class.
Think I could just interview you?
[sizzling]
Yeah, sure, son. Um...
you know, I was an auditor, so kind of a nobody.
That makes for a pretty dry story.
Yeah, I-I really don't... don't care.
Just want to finish up the project and call it a day.
What about your uncle Charlie?
He was a real soldier.
I didn't mean it.
Oh, your mom's right.
Hey, you know what, uh,
I actually already left him a message.
I'll try again later.
Could try Grandpa.
He actually saw some action.
Yeah, maybe.
HUTCH: Have a great day.
BECCA: Oh, and, um...
you missed the garbage.
[sighs] I just...
[Becca sighs softly]
Oh, I took all the coffee.
[chuckles]
Have a good day, Hutch.
Yeah, you, too.
All right, kids, let's go. Come on.
Let's go.
[door bangs open]
[door closes]
[engine rumbling]
BECCA: Put on your seat belt, okay?
Hold on.
[chuckling]: Hey.
Heard you had some excitement last night.
Yeah, it was just, uh...
Man, I wish they'd have picked my place, you know?
Could've used the exercise. [laughs]
-[car engine starts] -That's new.
Pretty cool, huh?
Yeah, the old man croaked.
He didn't have much to leave,
but at least I got something out of it.
Honey, come on.
Got to go.
-I'm sorry for your loss. -[scoffs]
There's nothing there to mourn, man.
Pretty slick, though, huh?
The '72 Challenger, 4.9-liter V-8.
Zero to 60 in... I'm about to find the **** out.
[blaring over stereo]: ♪ You're a heartbreaker...
[engine revs, tires squeal]
-♪ You're a heartbreaker... -[car speeds away]
-[slurping] -[engine whirs]
-[beeps] -[horn honks]
[brakes squeal]
[animal squeaking]
-[indistinct chatter] -[tool buzzing in distance]
What do we got? A rat or a possum?
[grunts] Don't know.
CHARLIE: So...
Good morning, Charlie.
Did I hear right?
Depends who you talked to.
Well, your boy called.
Then, yeah, you heard right.
Now, he says that you had the drop on one of them.
Why didn't you take 'em out?
I mean, shit...
-[lid clicks] -it's child's play.
I was just trying to keep damage to a minimum.
Oh, yeah? How's that working out for you?
Everybody's safe, so... Jesus!
Don't worry.
Safety's on.
No, wait.
-Oops. There. -[safety clicks]
There. See?
Now, there's nothing that turns out the lights right quick
like a ****ing bullet to the brain, man.
So... take it.
I don't want it.
It ain't a matter of want, Hutch.
It's the principle of need.
So, keep my sister safe, bro.
[Charlie shaking bottle]
[sighs softly]
[ice rattling]
Hey.
Oh, hey.
Uh, I take it Becca called you.
She did.
And I'm thinking you did the best thing you could.
I mean, you being you.
Yeah. I got you.
Look, let's talk about you wanting to buy this place.
Do you really want to get rid of me and Charlie that bad?
Eddie, you're family.
I just want you to enjoy your retirement
and Charlie his youth.
It's a fair offer.
But not a great one, you know.
Look, I built this place up from nothing with my hands.
If I'm going to sell it, then I want it to be a...
goddamn great offer.
-You know? -Yeah.
[chuckling]: What do you want with this place, anyway?
Guess I just want something that's mine, you know?
I do.
Hey, Hutch.
I'm rooting for you.
[knocks on wall]
♪
[sighs]
[clears throat]
[tools buzzing]
[indistinct broadcast plays through static]
[jazz music playing]
-[music ends] -HUTCH: Sounded good.
HARRY [over radio]: How long you been listening?
Long enough to know you're getting mighty good at that.
[chuckling]: Shit. When you're officially dead,
got a lot of free time on your hands, you know?
Rough life.
So, tell me about last night.
[chuckles quietly]
Word travels fast, huh?
[over radio]: Look, if they know, I know, you know?
There were two of them.
A man and a woman.
Uh, late 20s, I'd say.
[inhales deeply]
[clicks tongue] They were scared.
Desperate.
She had a gun.
What kind?
Uh, it was an old .38 Special.
[sighs]
Had electrical tape on the handle.
It was a Smith & Wesson.
Hadn't been shot in a long while.
And it was, uh...
...empty.
-Seriously? -Seriously.
Hmm. Now I know why you didn't do what you didn't do.
What'd they get?
HUTCH [chuckling]: Not much. Just a couple bucks.
HARRY: Well, I guess it could've been worse, man.
HUTCH: Yeah.
HARRY: Look, I know what you're thinking about,
and I wish you wasn't.
Don't do nothing stupid. You hear me?
[snoring]
[people whooping on TV]
-[whooping continues] -[gunfire]
-Hey, Dad. -[horse neighing on TV]
-You been eating? -What?
[whirring]
[bell dings]
[gunfire on TV]
You okay?
I'm okay.
You don't look okay.
♪
Do you remember who we used to be, Hutchie?
I do.
[dogs barking in distance]
♪
[sighs]
Hey, buddy.
How was school?
Fine.
Hi, sweetheart.
Come on. Help out.
How was today?
-It was what it was. -I can't find it.
-BECCA: Ugh. -You can't find what?
My kitty cat bracelet.
Where was it?
In here.
They couldn't have stolen that, would they?
[sighs]
♪
BECCA: Honey, I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere.
[door bangs open]
♪
[snoring]
Back so soon?
Hey, Pop.
There's this thing I got to do.
Then you best go do it.
["Life Is a *****" by Luther Allison playing]
♪ Life is a *****
♪ It's hurting me
♪ Yes, I said life is a *****, y'all ♪
♪ It's hurting me
♪ You know my life is rough
♪ Living in the street
♪ Life is a *****, y'all
♪ Life is a *****, is a ***** on me ♪
♪ Called my job
♪ They might lay me off
♪ Yes, I'm gonna call my job
♪ They might lay me off
♪ Three or four hungry babies
♪ A starving lady
♪ Too many worries
♪ Too many bills I gotta pay... ♪
-[tattoo gun buzzing] -[song continues quietly]
-[door bangs shut] -[buzzing stops]
Agent Mansell, FBI.
-[chuckles] That's old. -I'm looking for...
What?
Your I.D.-- the badge expired by about 20 years.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that ain't you in the photo.
So...
Who are you?
I'm just a man...
who's looking for someone.
Yeah, well, you probably shouldn't
flash cheese like that around here, bro.
There are three types of people who, as you say, "flash cheese":
people who don't know any better,
people who are seeking to intimidate,
and people like me, who wish with every fiber of their being
that someone would try to take it from them.
Uh...
Thank you for your service.
You, too, old-timer.
[locks clicking]
[heavy lock clunks]
So, any takers?
How can I help you?
Send me in the direction of this person.
[thunder crashes]
[whistling]
[speaks Spanish]
Luis.
[yawns]
♪
[groaning, gasping]
I speak. You listen.
You know why I'm here.
'Cause I'm a good man.
I'm a family man.
Most of all, I'm a man who did not deserve
your gun in his face.
-Now, the watch. -[Lupita whimpering]
The kitty cat bracelet.
What? I don't know what the **** you're...
Give me the goddamn kitty cat bracelet, mother****er!
I don't know what you're talking about.
I swear to God, I don't know.
-The goddamn bracelet. -I'll help you find it!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Please, man.
I don't know where it is! Swear to God, I don't know.
[baby screams, cries]
[Lupita sobbing]
[door creaks open]
-LUPITA: Luis! -[running footsteps]
Hey, please just leave.
-Please don't hurt us. Please. -Please just leave.
****.
♪
[yells]
[tires squeal]
♪
[tires squeal]
[prolonged horn honking]
[bus rattles, brakes hiss]
[men laughing]
[men laughing, groaning]
Bus!
-[men hollering] -Bus!
[excited chatter]
-Bus! -[hollering continues]
HUTCH: They say God doesn't close one door
without opening another.
[indistinct shouting, whooping]
Please, God, open that door.
["I've Gotta Be Me" by Steve Lawrence & Eydie Gormé plays]
♪ Whether I'm right
-♪ Whether I'm wrong... -[distorted]: Yeah!
[distorted]: No, there's no drinking on the bus.
[distorted laughter]
♪ I've gotta be me, I've gotta be me ♪
♪ What else can I be
♪ But what I am?
♪ I want to live
♪ Not merely survive
♪ And I won't give up...
[distorted]: Want a drink?
Ooh, what do we have here?
♪ I've gotta be me, I've gotta be me ♪
♪ Daring to try to do it or die ♪
♪ I've gotta be me
♪
♪ I can't be right...
HUTCH: This girl's gonna get home safe tonight.
I hope these ***holes like hospital food.
♪ I've gotta be me
♪ Daring to try to do it or die ♪
♪ I've gotta be
♪ Me...
♪
[song ends]
A girl alone on a bus at night?
-Just ****ing stupid. -It's stupid, right?
Hey, guys, guys.
What are you still doing here, old man?
I'm gonna **** you up.
[laughter]
Yo. I got it. I got it.
[grunting]
[laughter]
[grunting and groaning]
[yelling]
MAN: Come on!
[grunting and groaning continue]
[gasps]
[screams]
[grunting]
[man coughs]
-[panting] -[men groaning]
[panting, groaning]
MAN: Shit.
[pained grunting]
[strained grunting]
[knife squishing]
[screams]
[grunting]
[man yells]
Oh, ****!
[grunting and groaning continue]
[bell dinging repeatedly]
[woman screams]
[panting]
[groaning]
[speaks Russian] ...nose!
What the **** are you saying?
Nose is broken!
My ****ing teeth.
[groaning]
-Is it bad? -It's bad.
****!
[groaning quietly]
[men coughing, groaning]
MAN: Your arm is ****ed up.
Who the **** is this guy?
DRIVER: Man, are you...
MAN: ****ed up.
[grunts]
[gruff panting]
HUTCH: Run.
[footsteps]
WOMAN: Thank you.
[yelling]
[grunting and groaning]
♪
[grunting and groaning continue]
[men groaning, gasping]
[thuds]
[grunts]
[shouts indistinctly]
[grunting and groaning]
[gasping]
[pole clangs on floor]
[gasping, gurgling]
[grumbles]
[grunts]
[cup drops to floor]
[air hissing through straw]
Sorry about the mess.
♪
-Hey. -Hey.
I couldn't sleep.
Where'd you go?
[Becca gasps]
Yeah.
It's been a hell of a day.
I can see that.
HUTCH: Just like old times, huh?
-BECCA: Mm-hmm. -[Hutch hisses in pain]
[exhales]
[inhales sharply, exhales]
I miss you.
I'm right here, Hutch.
I'm always right here.
I know.
Tonight...
I was thinking...
About what?
HUTCH: About...
Becca. [groans]
[hisses in pain]
How we haven't embraced in far too long.
We haven't shared a kiss in... I don't know.
We haven't had *** in months.
We haven't made love in years.
You seem so far away.
I know that's... it's unfair to put it like that, but...
I just...
I-I miss you.
[sighs] Remember who we used to be?
I do.
♪
-[crickets chirping] -[dog barking in distance]
♪
[tires squealing]
[horn honks]
[tires screech]
[tires squealing]
[horns honking]
MAN: All right, man, there he is!
Hi.
[chatter in Russian]
[upbeat pop music playing]
[woman singing in Russian]
On the house, sir.
[inhales sharply, grunts]
[snorts]
[cheering]
[continues singing in Russian]
[singing in Russian]
[applause]
[woman resumes singing]
Ah.
[chatter in Russian]
[chuckles]
[laughter]
[woman continues singing in Russian]
-[groaning] -[onlookers scream and gasp]
-[slashing] -[body thuds]
[sighs]
[cell phone ringing]
[medical monitor beeping]
[Yulian sniffs]
Will he walk again?
DOCTOR: Sir, we are monitoring his vitals,
but the damage to his brain is...
WOMAN [over P.A.]: Dr. Mendez to Critical Care.
Dr. Mendez.
[door opens]
Yulian... [groans, gasps]
Who did this to my brother?
[panting]: There was a man.
He attacked us unprovoked.
One man? Are you ****ing with me?
-No, sir. No, sir! -Don't you lie to me!
-Don't you ****ing lie to me! -[screaming]
Don't you...
Don't you lie to me!
Don't you ****ing lie to me!
I'm not lying to you. I swear.
[muffled grunt]
MAN: Yulian?
Please don't get more mad.
You hated Teddy.
Your words may be correct,
but they are no less unwise.
[sniffs]
How can I find this man?
[man straining]
[Tchaikovsky's "Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-flat Minor" playing]
[whistling melody]
-[music stops] -[whistling continues]
-Mmm. -BRADY: Morning.
Morning.
What happened to you?
Hmm?
Dad, you look like shit.
You should see the other guys.
When you made that tackle,
that was a good takedown.
You had my back, and I'm proud of you.
-[phone ringing] -BECCA: Morning.
Morning.
[clears throat]
Hutch here.
HARRY: Last night, that was you, huh?
I thought we said no landlines.
Relax. I got 30 seconds.
Okay, well, go.
So, how did it feel?
[chuckles] Like salvation day.
Yeah, I bet.
Look, I'm happy that your relapse made you feel so good,
-but, man, you got a ****ing problem. -Yeah?
One of those guys was the brother of Yulian Kuznetsov,
and you don't want to **** with him, Hutch.
I'm serious. Ask The Barber. He knows.
It was an isolated incident, sir.
Yulian Kuznetsov. Ask The Barber.
BECCA: Who was that?
Just a distributor of ours.
Hey, I have an idea.
How about I make that lasagna that you love tonight?
You know, from scratch, like I used to.
-It's been a while. -Lasagna!
-[chuckles] -I'd really like that.
[engines whirring]
[tools buzzing]
[cell phone vibrates]
[sighs]
♪ I told myself a lie
♪ When I said
♪ I had no cares
♪ 'Cause when I'm alone
♪ All alone
♪ Out come the tears...
Gentlemen.
Mr. Mansell.
It has been some time.
That it has.
What, pray tell, may we do for you, good sir?
What can you tell me about Yulian Kuznetsov?
Am I really now that predictable?
From where I sit, Mr. Mansell,
everyone is.
Short story long, he's as bad as they come.
A connected, funded sociopath
with resources to make things complicated.
So, he's a bad guy?
-Has he got any hobbies? -Collects art,
to the tune of eight and nine figures.
Anything good?
**** if I know.
But what I do know is,
if he doesn't know who you are yet,
he will soon.
What have you got for me?
I found his dad.
He's got him at a nursing home downtown.
That's not much.
I wouldn't worry about this Hutch guy.
Your man here looks to be as vanilla as they come.
If you can't recognize a wolf in sheep's clothing,
I question the viability of your employment here.
I have a friend at the Pentagon.
I'll keep looking.
One blackmail package coming up.
What?
THE BARBER: And if he can't take care
of a loose end like you,
he'd have to give up his share of the Obshak.
The Obshak?
Think of it like the 401[k]
of the Russian mob.
That's hundreds of millions of dollars in cash
perpetually on the move,
and Yulian is the current babysitter.
That said, he's more than a bit weary of this life.
I think, if he had his way, he'd probably walk away.
[elevator bell chimes]
[typing]
[computer chimes]
I'm out. No need to pay.
Good luck.
[sighs]
-BECCA: It's beautiful. -[laughter]
May I interest you in some wine?
Yes, please.
Uh, I am also interested.
-Nope. -Nope.
Um, who wants some?
-Uh-huh. Yes. -SAMMY: Me.
BECCA: Right. There you go.
Hey, how about we all head to Italy this summer?
We've always talked about going back.
Oh, I'd love that.
But, um, can we afford it?
I guess the real question is: Can we afford not to?
-Well, that would be wonderful. -Yeah.
'Cause, you know, Rome is where Mom and Dad met.
You know, Mom and Dad fell in love...
-SAMMY: Ew. -[dog barking in distance]
[Becca speaking indistinctly]
Everybody, get to the basement.
-BECCA: What? -Right now.
-Let's go. Move. -What's going on?
-What is happening? -Move! -Dad, what...
-What-What's happening? -Right now.
-Hutch, you're scaring me. -Move!
-What is going on? -Go! Get the door, son.
-Yep. -Is this a game?
-Yes, is this a game, Hutch? -I like games.
Hutch, what is happening?
What...
-Don't call 911. -[whirring]
♪
[grunting and groaning]
-[knife stabbing] -[man groaning]
♪
[screaming]
[teakettle whistling]
[screaming]
-[all panting] -[running footsteps]
[grunting and groaning continue]
-[electrical crackling] -[grunts]
♪
[lock beeps]
[gasps]
[spits]
["Funky Music Sho Nuff Turns Me On" by Edwin Starr playing]
♪ Oh
♪ I like the sound
♪ Of funky music...
♪ Oh, 'cause funky music sho nuff turns me on... ♪
[music continues quietly]
[groaning quietly]
[groans]
[engine humming]
[closes trunk]
[grunting, panting]
[thumping]
-♪ Oh, I like the sound♪ -♪ I like it
-♪ Of funky music...♪ -[song stops abruptly]
[banging]
[grunting quietly]
[panting]
[groaning]
♪ Get on down to the real nitty-gritty ♪
-♪ I like the sound♪ -♪ I like it
-♪ Of funky music♪ -♪ Oh, 'cause funky music...
[exhales sharply, groans]
[pained whimpering]
HUTCH: Hey.
I never met a Black Russian before.
Yeah.
I get that a lot.
[chuckles]
Who the hell are you?
Nobody.
Short story long, um,
I used to be what they call an auditor
for those three-letter agencies.
An auditor, as in, uh...
[sighs] the last guy any organization
wants to see at their door.
I couldn't arrest anyone,
so I used to make sure that there was no one left to...
Shit.
♪ Oh...
♪
♪ Oh, come on, come on, come on ♪
-♪ People, and -♪ Express yourself♪
[phone ringing]
♪ Oh, come on, come on, come on... ♪
DAVID: Hello?
HUTCH: Hey, Pops.
That thing I had to go do, it escalated.
-Heads up, okay? -[line clicks]
-♪ Oh... -[song fading]
[gunfire on TV]
[horse neighing on TV]
[panting]
[Hutch panting heavily]
♪
[exhales]
Shit.
[whirring]
♪
[sighs]
Come on, you got to give me something.
I will, but not now.
I need to take care of this.
What-what... what is...
What is this?
It is...
what it is.
This is me.
Becca, I love you,
but I need you to trust me right now.
Okay? Blind for the last time.
I promise.
-[switch clicks] -[door rattles]
Come back.
We'll deal with us then.
I'll take the kids somewhere safe.
[engine starts]
♪ A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air ♪
♪ The monkey thought that everything was on the square ♪
♪ The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back ♪
♪ But the monkey grabbed his neck and said ♪
-♪ "Now, listen, Jack" -[drink pouring]
♪ Straighten up and fly right
-♪ Straighten up and fly right -[sniffs, sighs]
♪ Straighten up and fly right
♪ Cool down, papa...
Well, fellas, here we are.
♪ Ain't no use in diving
[gasping weakly]
♪ What's the use in jiving?
I know your boss sent you here,
but you got to know when to say no.
♪ Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top... ♪
A couple of chapters back, um,
there was this guy named Alan.
Aaron.
No, it was Alan.
Alan skimmed about three million bucks
from a U.S. military base in Rivolto, Italy,
and his prize was me looming over him
with a Walther PPK.
No, wait.
Uh, it was a suppressed
H&K USP .45 at the back of his head.
And he started begging, like they all do,
and I usually pulled the trigger before the waterworks began,
but this time I listened.
[sighs] I heard a man who genuinely regretted his choices
and wanted nothing more than to shed his wolf skin
and return to the pasture as a lamb.
I quietly let Alan go.
A year later, I went back to check on him,
fully expecting to find him back unto the fold.
Alan was living in Boise, Idaho.
He had a wife.
She came with two kids.
They had another on the way.
They had a dog.
He was working 9:00 to 5:00.
Nothing there to skim.
And he was smiling.
[laughing]: Like a goddamn Buddha.
That mother****er!
I am not a jealous guy,
but in that moment, I wanted what Alan had.
So I told my bosses I was out of the game.
They were not happy to hear it.
They didn't believe I could do it.
-[song ends] -[sighs]
I gave it my all.
I really did.
-It was good. -[pulls record from sleeve]
You know, it was better than I expected.
I might have, uh, overcorrected.
But...
Sneaky devil.
****ing kitty cat bracelet.
[sighs]
[laughs]
Fun fact:
Bone burns to ash at 1,500 degrees,
and this basement is designed to double that,
so they won't be finding you among the rubble.
Deep down, I always knew it was a facade.
It lasted a lot longer than I expected.
["What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong playing]
♪ I see trees of green
♪ Red roses, too
♪ I see them bloom
♪ For me and you
♪ And I think to myself
♪ What a wonderful world
♪ I see skies of blue
♪ And clouds of white
♪ The bright blessed day
♪ The dark sacred night
♪ And I think to myself
-[lock chirps] -♪ What a wonderful world
♪ The colors of the rainbow
♪ So pretty in the sky
♪ Are also on the faces
♪ Of people going by
♪ I see friends shaking hands
-♪ Saying, "How..." -[song stops abruptly]
-[engine starts, revs] -4.9-liter V-8, he said.
Zero to 60 in-- I'm about to find the **** out.
♪ I see friends shaking hands
♪ Saying, "How do you do?"
♪ They're really saying
♪ "I love you"
♪ I hear babies cry
♪ I watch them grow
♪ They'll learn much more
♪ Than I'll ever know
♪ And I think to myself
♪ What a wonderful world
♪ Yes, I think to myself
♪ What a wonderful world
-♪ Oh, yeah. -[song ends]
[gasps]
[yells, grunts]
-[gun blasts] -[man yells]
[gunfire, whooping on TV]
[sighs] Come on, Davey.
Please turn that shit down.
[lowers TV volume]
[muffled grunting]
[grunting stops]
[muffled exhale]
-HUTCH: I'm buying this place. -What?
That's my offer.
[chuckles] Holy shit.
Well, hold on a minute. I get a say in this.
No, you don't.
Yes, I do. Pop, don't!
We put our blood, sweat and tears into this place.
Charlie, sit your *** down right now.
Listen to your father.
[grunts, groans]
-Okay, okay. Sit down. -[groaning]
Breathe. Breathe deep, okay?
-There you go. That's it. -[taking deep breaths]
But what am I gonna do?
I don't give a shit.
[Charlie groans]
Deal.
Now get out of here.
REPORTER: Three unidentified bodies were found dead
in a suspicious car accident last night on Route 34.
Authorities are still trying to figure out the cause
and if anyone else is involved.
If you have any information on this accident,
you are encouraged to call the...
-[video stops] -[dialing phone]
[line ringing]
[train whistle blows nearby]
♪
HARRY [over radio]: Yo, Hutch, you there?
-Hutchie boy. -Hey.
Dude, ****ing with the Russians?
Classic, Hutch.
****ing with that batshit crazy Yulian?
I mean, that's a whole other level of recklessness, man.
I got to do what I got to do.
Yeah, of course, right, right, and get yourself shot.
That's going to solve everything.
They came after my family.
-They came at Dad. -I know.
Who the **** you think helped Pop clean this shit up?
HUTCH: I've got a plan.
HARRY: You got a ****ing plan. Listen, Hutch.
I'm not coming out of hiding to save your white ***...
♪
[applause]
["The Impossible Dream" by Andy Williams playing]
♪ To dream the impossible dream ♪
♪ To fight the unbeatable foe
-♪ To bear -[heavy gunfire]
♪ With unbearable sorrow
♪ To reach
-♪ The unreachable star -[men groaning]
♪ This is my quest
♪ To follow that star
♪ No matter how hopeless
♪ No matter how far
-♪ To fight for the right -[man yells]
♪ Without question or pause
♪ To be willing to march into hell ♪
♪ For a heavenly cause
[man groans]
♪ And I know
♪ If I'll only be true
-♪ To this glorious quest -[yells]
♪ That my heart
♪ Will lie peaceful and calm
♪ When I'm laid to my rest
♪ And the world
♪ Will be better for this
[lighter clicks]
♪ That one man scorned and covered with scars ♪
♪ Still strove
♪ With his last ounce of courage ♪
♪ To fight
♪ The unbeatable foe
♪ To reach
♪ The unreachable
♪ Star...
[applause]
[chatter in Russian, whooping]
Mr. Mansell.
Hey.
Enjoying the meal?
Oh. I came for the show.
Cute.
[laughter]
You have some nerve to be here like this.
Yeah. Maybe.
-[guns cocking] -[patrons gasping, murmuring]
What say you and I have a moment?
♪
Now, on the one hand,
there's a long-dormant piece of me now awake
that wants so very badly to play this out.
The other, more reasonable piece of me--
what's left of it--
would like to end our little tête-à-tête right now.
What's done is done.
After all, we can both rebuild, right?
Right.
Mm, wait. Rebuild?
I burned it-- all of it.
What all?
Everything you have.
Had.
Everything you had.
My art?
-[bangs table] -Obshak!
You should've seen it go up.
[chuckles] It was something.
I mean, if this doesn't make us even--
because, after all, you came to my house,
which you know you don't ****ing do!
You killed my brother.
The last I saw, he was still breathing.
And based on what little I know of the man,
that's probably more than he deserved.
Now...
you can come after me,
and if you succeed in taking me down,
well, you're still obligated to refinance the entire Obshak,
which begs the question-- can you?
Do you even want to?
'Cause I've heard that you want out.
What better time than right now?
Let's both quit.
Right? You got a nest egg.
I mean, besides from what's still smoldering.
So, hmm?
Get some work done.
Maybe, uh, open a tiki bar
in one of the lesser-known Caribbean islands
and live your life far from me and mine.
Think it over.
I'll be nearby.
♪
[passing car honking horn]
[engine starts, revs]
["Heartbreaker" by Pat Benatar playing]
[tires squeal]
♪ Your love is like a tidal wave ♪
♪ Spinning over my head
♪ Drowning me in your promises
♪ Better left unsaid
♪ You're the right kind of sinner ♪
♪ To release my inner fantasy
♪ The invincible winner
♪ And you know that you were born to be ♪
♪ You're a heartbreaker, dream maker ♪
♪ Love taker, don't you mess around with me ♪
♪ You're a heartbreaker, dream maker ♪
♪ Love taker, don't you mess around, no, no, no ♪
[tires squealing]
-[shouts in Russian] -♪ Your love has set
-♪ My soul on fire -[tires screech]
♪ Burning out of control
**** it!
♪ You taught me the ways of desire ♪
[grunting]
♪ Now it's taking its toll
♪ You're the right kind of sinner ♪
♪ To release my inner fantasy
♪ The invincible winner
♪ And you know that you were born to be ♪
♪ You're a heartbreaker, dream maker ♪
♪ Love taker, don't you mess around, no, no, no ♪
[tires squeal]
♪ You're the right kind of sinner ♪
♪ To release my inner fantasy
♪ The invincible winner
♪ And you know that you were born to be... ♪
-[engine stops] -[song stops abruptly]
[vehicles approaching]
♪
[grunts]
Why do you want to quit now?
[bullets ricocheting, glass shattering]
HARRY: Hey, Hutchie!
Remember when I said don't do nothing stupid?
[groans]
Because I wouldn't come save your white ***?
[groans]
Well, here I ****ing am!
Now!
Dad?
Ha-ha! Son.
[men groaning]
Get in there.
Wow.
You brought a lot of shotguns.
Well, you brought a lot of Russians.
You know, I tried the retirement thing.
I tried it.
Sleep in late,
breakfast, walk around the quad...
...lunch, nap, swim.
But goddamn it, Hutchie...
[footsteps approaching]
...if I didn't miss this shit.
[chuckles]
[gun cocks]
[whirring]
[grunts]
[high-pitched whirring]
[coughing, groaning]
-[speaking Russian] -[gunfire continues in distance]
[yells]
[grunting and groaning]
-[gun blasts] -[body thuds]
[grunting and groaning continue]
-[wire whipping] -[groans]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.
Prepare for takeoff.
[yells]
[laughs]
♪
[grunts]
[man groaning]
Do svidaniya.
[men yell]
♪ When you walk
♪ Through a storm
♪ Hold your head up high
♪ And don't
♪ Be afraid
♪ Of the dark
[gun clicking]
♪ Walk on
♪ Through the wind
♪ Walk on, walk on
♪ With hope in your heart
♪ And you'll never walk
♪ Alone
♪ You'll never
♪ Walk
♪ Alone.
-[yells] -[song ends]
[Hutch groans]
[panting]
You out?
Yeah.
Dad?
-You out? -Yeah.
YULIAN: Had you just stolen the Obshak,
we could have found a way out,
but to burn it all down?
-I got emotional. -No.
No, you got stupid, Mr. Mansell.
And your family will pay the price.
What's he doing?
What the **** you doing, man?
Everybody dies.
Some sooner than others.
♪
[pin clinks]
[gasping, coughing]
[wheezing]
[grunting]: Okay, Hutchie.
[panting]
Just a bit excessive...
but glorious.
-Glorious, my ***. -[laughter]
Thank you. Thank you.
[sirens wailing in distance]
Well, that don't sound too good.
Yeah. Get out of here.
All right? I got this.
Yeah.
Well, Hutchie, you both got what you wanted. [chuckles]
And I got shot.
[sirens growing louder]
[dial tone droning]
[line ringing]
BECCA [recorded]: Hi. This is Rebecca Mansell.
Please leave your name and number,
and I'll call you right back.
-[clattering nearby] -[cat meows]
[meowing continues]
HUTCH: Becca, it's me. I, uh...
[sighs] I owe you everything.
My life before you was...
Well, you know.
Thanks for letting me pretend I was someone else.
If you give me another chance,
I'll try to get it right this time.
I love you.
Who the **** are you?
HUTCH: Me?
Me, I'm...
I'm nobody.
-Mm. -That ain't much of an answer.
Trust me, it's answer enough.
That's rich.
[cell phone vibrating]
[cell phone ringing]
-Yeah. -Yeah, what?
["Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Nina Simone playing]
♪ Baby, you understand me now
♪ If sometimes you see that I'm mad ♪
♪ But I'm just a soul
♪ Whose intentions are good
♪ Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood ♪
[fading]: ♪ Be misunderstood...
REALTOR: And right this way, we've got
the beautiful dining room.
The walls used to be a lot darker,
but it's been recently renovated to have a brighter look.
BECCA: Oh, baby, look at the light.
And as you can see, the previous owners were foodies
who valued the kitchen above all else.
La cucina.
La cucina molto bella.
Custom-built cabinetry, granite countertops,
high-end stainless steel appliances.
-[cell phone ringing] -Sorry.
-[ringing stops] -You name it, this kitchen's got it.
-And with that, we... -[ringing resumes]
-I-I'm sorry. -BECCA: That's okay.
I know the life. Go ahead.
Thanks.
-BECCA: The pond. -REALTOR: Hello, this is...
-[sighs] The private pond. -Yes.
-Yeah. -REALTOR: Oh, it's for you.
Hutch here.
[sighing]
Thanks.
Um, does this house have a, uh...
A basement.
["Let the Good Times Roll/Feel So Good" by Bunny Sigler plays]
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪
♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul ♪
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪
♪ Roll all night long
♪ Come on, baby, yeah, this is it ♪
♪ This is something I just can't miss ♪
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪
♪ Roll all night long
♪ Feel so good, sugar
♪ When you're home
♪ Come on, baby
♪ Rock me all night long, honey ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Whip it on me now
♪ Feel so good
♪ Now that you're home
♪ Come let me hug you, come let me kiss you ♪
♪ Come let me see what I've been missing ♪
♪ Feel so good
♪ Now that you're home...
Tell me again about that guy you shot on the stairs.
It was three guys, Pops. Three.
Really?
I still don't believe you.
Well, it still happened.
DAVID: Hmm.
Why can't we just fly there?
[scoffs] With this luggage?
[chuckling]: Oh... yeah.
[laughing]: Oh, yeah.
♪ All right
♪ Yeah [laughs]
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪
♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul ♪
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll ♪
♪ Roll all night long
♪ Come on, baby
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll♪
♪ Let it roll
♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul♪
-♪ Come on, honey -♪ Come on, baby♪
-♪ Let the good times roll♪ -♪ Yeah
♪ Roll all night long
♪ Listen to me, mama
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll♪
♪ Got to get it
♪ Come on, baby, let me thrill your soul♪
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Come on, baby, let the good times roll♪
♪ Roll all night long.♪
♪
[music fades]