♪♪
-♪ Fears become wishes ♪
♪ I hope that you hear this ♪
♪ And stop giving power ♪
♪ To all of your visions ♪
♪ They cannot stay ♪
♪ Give them away ♪
♪ They're all in your mind ♪
♪ Leave them behind ♪
♪ Words become wishes ♪
♪ I hope that you hear this ♪
♪ and stop saying vicious things about your own being ♪
♪ Take yourself home, be there alone ♪
♪ Sit by yourself ♪
-The first baby didn't make it.
♪♪
-No, you're -- you're right. Y-Your sister didn't make it.
-How come?
-Well...
Your mom, she had some complications.
How do you know about this stuff, anyway?
-Uncle Mike told me.
-[Sighs] Uncle Mike. -Uncle Mike.
-Yeah, well, listen, y-your mom's gonna be fine,
and the baby's gonna be fine this time.
[Turn signal clicking]
Did you ever tell your mom you know about this stuff?
-No. -Oh, so maybe
it's our little secret.
That okay with you?
-You shouldn't keep secrets, though.
-[Chuckles] I know, but every now and then,
it's okay to have a secret.
Like the fact that I let you sit up front.
-[Laughs] Oh, yeah.
-And yeah, sometimes we're gonna get some candy on the weekdays.
That's a good secret, too. -Oh, yup. I love that secret.
-Yeah. -Chocolate.
-Chocolate secrets are good secrets.
-Yeah.
♪♪
-It's gonna be okay.
Promise.
You gonna be a good boy?
[Quietly imitates explosion]
[Both imitating explosion]
[Music playing faintly in distance]
-You better hurry. She's waiting for you.
-Yeah. I know.
-♪ The shadow crossed the sky ♪
♪ And it crushed it to the ground ♪
♪ Just like a beast ♪
♪ The old man's back again ♪
♪♪
♪ The old man's back again ♪
♪♪
♪ I seen a woman standing in the snow ♪
♪ She was silent... ♪
-Hey, man, uh... -Yo.
-Did you get my e-mail about the new schedule?
Because nobody replied. -Yep. Yeah.
No, everything's okay here, man. Go be with your wife.
-Yeah, but Rich left me a message.
I was wondering... -Let it go. Let it go.
I don't want to talk to you till Monday,
and I'll handle ****ing Rich.
-Alright. Thanks. -You excited?
-[Sighs, chuckles]
Excited? -Okay. Alright. Alright.
-I'll talk to you later. Good luck.
-Alright. Later. -Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Is it a boy or girl? You never said.
-We don't know. It's a --
You know, she wanted it to be -- or, you know,
we wanted it to be a surprise.
-Well, I hope it looks more like her.
Jeez, I hope it looks more like her.
-Yeah, me too. -♪ And they queue all day ♪
♪ Like dragons of disgust ♪
♪ Older women whispering ♪
♪ Wondering just what these young hot-heads want of us ♪
♪ And Andrei V., he cries ♪
♪ With eyes that ring like chimes ♪
♪ His anti-worlds go spinning through his head ♪
[Cellphone ringing]
♪ He burns them in his dreams ♪
-Hey. -Hey. Did you drop him
at my mother's? -Yeah. Yeah, he's fine.
Uh, so, do you need anything from --
-Oh, hold on. The doctors just walked in.
-Hello, Mrs. Chamberlain.
Alright, just relax your back. -Mrs. Chamberlain.
-Yeah, I-I-I'm still here. I'm almost there, babe.
Okay? I'm almost there. -Okay. I love you.
-I love you, too.
-♪ These people cry ♪
♪ Why can't they understand? ♪
♪♪
♪ His mother called him Ivan ♪
♪ Then she died ♪
-Come on.
♪♪
-♪ The old man's back again ♪
♪♪
♪ The old man's back again ♪
♪ I can see him back again ♪
♪♪
♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪
[Scatting]
♪♪
[Man speaking indistinctly]
[Horn honks]
[Gear shift clicks]
[Beeping in distance]
[Tires squealing in distance]
-You leaving? -Yeah, I'm packing.
[Car engine starts]
[Gear shift clicks]
-What the ****?
S-Sir, what -- what are you doing?
♪♪
-Just...
Pick a card.
-Buddy, I-I'm not an Uber, okay?
♪♪
A-A-Are you robbing me?
-I didn't say I was robbing you.
I said pick a card.
Come on. A card. A card. You know.
Clubs.
Hearts.
♪♪
-You want me to s-say a card? -Yes!
♪♪
-Ace. -Oh, ace.
And the suit?
♪♪
-Spades.
♪♪
I just knew you were gonna say that card.
[Chuckles]
Drive.
♪♪
-S-sir, my wife is in the hospital.
She's about to give birth.
♪♪
-[Sighs] Drive.
Exit the hospital and then go right towards the strip.
Because I... -Sir.
-...I like the lights. -Sir.
I-I-I have an emergency. Okay?
This is a family emergency.
♪♪
-I'myour family emergency now.
♪♪
Drive.
♪♪
-Drive where?
-[Laughing] Jesus Christ.
Drive! [Toy squeaks]
[Breathing heavily]
[Key clicks, car starts]
[Dinging]
-Where do you want me to go?
♪♪
-[Inhales deeply]
♪♪
[Indistinct shouting]
♪♪
-What the **** are you looking at?
♪♪
-Hey, I-I really need to get back to the hospital --
-Turn here. Here.
♪♪
-Listen, I just want to say that whatever it is that you want,
it's yours. I-I mean it.
Just want you to understand --
-Now you're gonna talk about your family.
-What? -You're gonna dive into
the bit about your family,
about how much you love them.
with all your heart and all your goddamn soul.
♪♪
-Yeah, I was.
-Well, isn't that a bit of a cliché?
♪♪
[Cellphone ringing]
♪♪
-[Sighs]
[Cellphone ringing]
-You want me to take it?
♪♪
[Sighs]
[Ringing stops]
♪♪
Before the interruption,
you were about to start up with your phony family speech.
About how if I were to shoot you
through your stupid little earlobe right now,
the bullet would, metaphorically speaking,
tear through your wife and son as well.
♪♪
-Where are we going?
What do you want?
♪♪
-Take this next exit.
♪♪
Pull over.
Still got a few miles to go before we sleep.
♪♪
[Upbeat music playing]
♪♪
Great night.
Great ****ing night.
♪♪
You're gonna have to watch the speeding
when you get back up on the highway.
♪♪
The adrenaline.
♪♪
You know, back in South Boston,
I once got three speeding tickets in one month.
Want to know why?
♪♪
Stress. [Laughs]
****.
♪♪
$2,000 boots.
♪♪
You just watch the speed limit, obey the traffic signals...
we'll be alright.
♪♪
[Ominous music plays]
♪♪
Sup? [Laughs]
♪♪
Well, hi.
♪♪
[Car engine starts]
♪♪
I don't blame you.
Might be your one and only shot.
But maybe I was following you.
Maybe I know where you live.
So you run for it.
Now you've involved your family, too.
♪♪
[Pump clicks]
[Pump clacks onto handle]
-Just relax, okay?
I'm getting in the car.
♪♪
-It's kind of impersonal,
talking to the back of your ****ing skull.
-♪ I got a hot rod Ford, and you oughta see it run ♪
♪ I went out riding with a friend of mine ♪
♪ We started passin' everybody way down the line ♪
♪ And I felt pretty good, and boy, we was having fun ♪
-You made a wise decision back there.
-♪ Highway cop pulled up behind ♪
-♪ So I asked my friend... ♪
-Moving very slowly into your glove compartment.
-About two months?
-♪ Well, if you don't know, ain't gonna tell you ♪
♪ From now on, it's up to you, fellow ♪
-Oh-ho!
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.
Can somebody say ***y? [Laughs]
-♪ We went for a ride one night ♪
♪♪
♪ And I held her hand and I felt just like a grown-up man ♪
[Horn honking]
[Tires squealing]
-Can you look at the road, please, when you're driving?
[Rustling]
Where are you from, anyways?
-Tucson. -Have you ever been to Boston?
-Yeah. I've been there once. Years ago.
-Not for nothing, but you remind me
of this guy I used to know in Boston.
And this guy used to drink a bottle of Glenlivet every night.
Just kill the whole thing right before bed.
-Well, I don't drink.
-Anymore?
-I haven't had a drink in years.
-[Chuckles] Phony. It's phony.
And that onetime you were in Boston,
was it business or pleasure?
-It was business.
And what business are you in?
-I work for a shipping company.
Mostly warehouse work.
-And you're sure that's the only time you've been to Boston?
-Yeah.
-You stopped drinking...when?
15 years ago? -[Sighs]
I don't remember, but...
Yeah, something like that.
-See, that's funny.
You making an error like that this early in the evening?
That's really not like you.
-What?
-[Coughing]
[Sighs, coughing stops]
[Grunts]
-Is it okay if I ask a question?
-Why wouldn't it be okay?
-How long is this gonna take?
When will I be back home?
-Why would you assume you'll ever go home again?
-What? -Did you not just hear me?
-Yeah, I...
-Alright. This whole trip won't take more than an hour.
We're going to Boulder City.
-Okay. I can do that.
-Oh, thank you.
Well, that's very thoughtful of you.
My mother, she's dying of cancer --
the lung variety.
She's a devout Catholic,
so we gotta do last rites -- -Your mother's at the hospital?
-Don'tinterrupt me.
That's rude, you interrupting me.
Don't.
-My mom was also religious.
It didn't stop her from marrying my dad,
who liked to get drunk and beat the living shit out of her.
-Just my opinion --
that plea for sympathy is very beneath you.
So anyway, back to mystory.
You take me to the hospital, the Boulder City Hospital --
-Don't you have a car? -[Shrieks]
****ing prick.
[Cellphone ringing]
-W-What is this, "SD love?"
W-What are you, a teenager?
-My son did that. It's our initials,
me and my wife.
-Oh, isn't that sweet?
You want me to take it, "D?" -Yeah.
♪♪
-David, where are you? It's happening now.
-I'm sorry, babe. I-I'm trying. I'm almost there.
-[Groaning] -Great. Now the little...
-You said you were here!
Why are you late with this? You're never late.
-I love you so much, baby. -Doctor, it's normal.
-I'm almost there.
-Nobody, honey, it's... the window open.
-Okay. -Mrs. Chamberlain,
I need you to put the phone down.
-Doctor, why is it taking so long?
When we lost our first, it also took so long.
-Mom, look at me.
-Tell him, honey. David, tell him what happened.
[Beeping]
-Where the **** are we going?!
-For the devil may start to envy those
who suffer too deeply
and throw them out into Heaven.
♪♪
[Sighs]
♪♪
-So when we get to the Boulder City,
I drop you off, right?
I drop you off, and...
you let me go.
-I let you go.
-Okay.
[Siren chirps]
-Well, now you've ****ing gone and done it.
[Siren wailing]
Should I stop?
Would you calm down?
-I'm stopping?
I'm stopping?
-Turn here.
[Siren wails, stops]
-As I said, all I need is for you to take me to my mother,
so there's no reason for anything horrible
to befall anyone tonight.
But if you so much as look at this cop weird,
I will shoot you so fast in the back of your goddamn skull,
cranial matter will splatter all over this cop's pressed uniform,
and it will be disgusting.
[Cellphone ringing]
-Not a good time.
[Ringing continues]
[Knocks on glass]
-License and registration, please.
-Right. One second.
-M-May I ask why we're we being pulled over?
-Sure, you can ask. License and registration.
-Asking permission to ask the question.
Isn't that the same as asking the question?
-You were going 11 over the speed limit.
-Well, wait, w-what about the, uh --
what do you call it? The flow, right?
The flow of traffic?
-License and registration. I'm not asking again.
-Well, if all the other cars are going ten miles over,
you got to do the same, right?
To ensure you don't cause a traffic hazard.
-One second. U-Uh, my license -- -Just shush.
I'm just asking a question. What's wrong with that?
-Sir, one more question, and you're gonna have some trouble.
-[Mockingly] Oh, no, not trouble.
Please, Mr. Big Policeman, anything but trouble.
-No, no, w-wait, wait. -It's okay. I just --
-But isn't that a thing, though?
The flow. Isn't that a real thing?
-Sir. Step out of the car.
Out of the car.
-Out of the car. Are you ****ing crazy?
All I did was ask a simple question,
and now this big ****cop is telling me
to get out of the car.
-You're under arrest.
Sir, step out of the vehicle now.
-Just do what he says, okay? -No!
No, he's too rude. He's way too ****ing rude.
-Now, out! -I'm not gonna reward
that type of behavior. -Out of the vehicle now!
-Or what? Really?!
You're gonna shoot me, man?
For not getting out of the car,
you're gonna shoot me in front of my friend here?
-We're not friends. -Out of the ****ing car.
-Because this Officer ****. [Laughs]
-Control 1-Nora-61.
-Get behind me, Satan. -What?
[Gunshot]
♪♪
-Uh...
♪♪
[Shell clatters]
♪♪
[Shells clattering]
♪♪
[Sighs]
[Lighter clicks]
[Exhales deeply]
♪♪
I told you not to speed.
I even warned you once -- no, twice.
I warned you about the speed, and you wouldn't listen.
-You warned me. -I told you a couple of times.
-You've warned -- You warned me not to speed.
-Why are you being such a **** about it?
-Jesus Christ! -What's past is past,
I always say, Although others say past
is prologue, which is really just saying
the same thing from a different perspective.
But point is, move on here.
Go back to Galleria.
-He was just doing his job.
-He was an authoritarian little prick.
-He was just a guy doing his job.
You just killed him.
-Would you just shut up and drive?
-He could have had a family. A wife and kids.
-Shut up and drive! -You could have just destroyed
a whole ****ing family! -Idestroyed a family.
I destroyed a family!
I did!
Drive!
-No.
-[Gasping]
[High-pitched ringing]
-The next one goes through your face.
Drive.
[Keys rattling]
[Car turns on]
[Gear shift clicks]
♪♪
-♪ What have I now ♪
♪ Without your love ♪
♪ Just days of lonely misery ♪
♪ Nights with the same old memory ♪
♪ A heart that cries constantly ♪
♪ That's all I have ♪
-Such bravado all of a sudden.
I wonder, how did that happen?
You going from being such a whiny little piece of shit
to someone who could headbutt a horse?
♪♪
-♪ But sitting in my cold, lonely room ♪
♪ Surrounded by four walls of gloom ♪
♪ It seems that my soul is doomed ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm all through ♪
♪ Without your love ♪
-Why? -♪ Where can I go ♪
-Why what?
-♪ Where can I.. ♪ -Why are you doing this?
-I told you. My mother. The hospital.
Didn't I already tell you this?
-It's bullshit.
-♪ Why ♪
♪ Is there a reason ♪
-Just tell me.
♪♪
Just tell me.
♪♪
-The plain and simple truth, is that what you want?
-Yeah.
-Although the truth is rarely plain and never simple.
You remember who said that one, "D?"
♪♪
It's too early to spoil everything.
Me telling you now.
♪♪
Pull over next exit. I'm famished.
♪♪
You got a problem with that?
♪♪
I can hear you thinking.
♪♪
-What are you talking about? -You're working it out.
-I'm just driving.
-No, you're thinking about crashing into something.
You gotta be real careful. Blunt trauma to the head.
Man your age.
♪♪
-[Grunts]
[Tires squeal]
[Grunts]
♪♪
-I think you broke my beautiful nose!
****er!
♪♪
[Cellphone ringing]
♪♪
[Ringing stops
♪♪
-Hello.
Oh, hi.
No, no, he's on the other line right now.
♪♪
Who, me? Uh...
I work at the gift shop at the hospital.
Yeah. No, he had to take a call from the warehouse,
so he's using my land line. Better reception.
But I am glad you called,
because he wanted me to ask you what room number you're in.
Okay. Uh-huh. I'm sorry to hear that.
That does sound painful.
♪♪
Hey, come on.
Screw you too, lady.
♪♪
Huh? You like that?
What do you think?
Still ***y?
I dressed up for this night.
Now you -- you break my nose?!
I-I wanted to be 100% *** tonight,
and you cut that in half. I'm now 50% ***. Look.
See that?
I'm Edward G., see? I'm Edward G. Robinson.
You can't kill me, see? [Laughs]
Yeah.
Come on, sugar.
Come on. Come on. Let's go.
♪♪
Don't ****ing do that again.
-[Groaning]
♪♪
-Is she okay? Just tell me she's okay.
-She's fine.
You think she's the first woman ever to go into labor?
-She had complications in the past.
Please, I need to be there.
-Drive!
-[Groaning]
[Shouts]
-Wow! David Chamberlain, you stud muffin.
I wonder how many blue collar losers know how to do that?
[Tapping on car]
♪♪
-Well, she sounded real nice.
I think she was a bit confused.
Suspicious even, but nice.
-She never told you the room number?
-She wanted to know why you weren't at the hospital yet.
She did seem very concerned about that.
-You don't even know the floor. -Oh, wow.
A new baby.
Gosh, a brand new baby. How exciting.
I mean, are you happy? Objectively speaking,
would you say you and your wife have a happy marriage?
-Happy? -Yeah.
-Objectively?
Yeah, we're happy.
Sometimes we feel like we're the only happy people we know.
Like we got this secret.
♪♪
-Well, I've never been happy.
You know why?
Sinuses.
♪♪
-Ever since I was a small child, I've had a stuffy nose,
and even at the tender age of two years old,
I knew the cause of my stuffy nose.
I could see it in my dreams.
And the cause was the Mucus Man.
♪♪
And the Mucus Man was a skinny guy in a suit
and tie with a bald head
and a briefcase full of boogers.
And I -- I could see him in my mind's eye going up,
up, up in an elevator, briefcase in hand,
and he glided across the floor,
almost like a like a snail's trail.
And he got to my bed, and he opened the briefcase,
and he scooped out a handful of boogers,
and he sprinkled them into my nose.
♪♪
-♪ Can't you see how it could be? ♪
-Roadhouse Diner.
♪♪
-Go there.
♪♪
-Clean up.
♪♪
-♪ When you're all alone and blue ♪
♪ And the world ♪
-Table over here. Sit down there.
-♪ Looks down on you ♪
♪ Turn around and I'll be following... ♪
-Faggot.
♪♪
-♪ When you feel that love is gone ♪
-Alright, now listen.
There's a certain man -- a very, very important man --
who is waiting for our arrival.
Well, rather not for us as much as you.
He's waiting for you. His associates
were the ones who found you in the first place.
-They found the wrong guy.
-Now, the initial plan was to drive you all the way to Boston,
but this old ****ing Mickey was too antsy.
He couldn't wait. He was like a child on Christmas Eve.
So he flew out tonight to this private airstrip
in Boulder City, and that's where we're going.
I hope that answers some of your questions.
No substitutions. Can you believe this shit?
Does that look right to you?
[Snaps] Hey, you're not listening to me.
Okay, I'm gonna tell you a story, and you better listen.
Once upon a time, many, many years ago,
there was a bookkeeper from Brooklyn
who was living in South Boston,
and the bookkeeper was working for a hard-drinking Catholic
named Jacob Sullivan.
-Who's waiting for me?
-Yeah.
-So the bookkeeper meets a nice Bostonian gal,
falls in love, gets married, has a baby.
Cute little girl.
Okay, when this waitress asks you what happened to your face,
I want you to tell her you fell down the stairs.
-You want me to say -- -"I fell down the stairs."
Say it. Try it out. "I fell down the stairs."
-I fell down the stairs. -That's right.
You fell down the stairs, you stupid, clumsy shit.
-I fell down the stairs. -He fell down the stairs.
-He fell down the stairs, but then what happened to you?
-I was at the bottom of the stairs when he fell.
-Well, good evening, then. Or is it morning?
I'm never sure what to say during this witching hour.
-Huh.
Coffee, black. -And for you?
-What? -For you?
-Uh, the same.
-Uh, just so you know, the special today
or tonight -- [Laughs]
The special this morning is open-faced tuna melts.
That's gonna be two pieces of rye mayonnaise, tuna,
a slice of tomato in each, and melted mozzarella on top.
-Oh, uh, what happens if I want cheddar instead?
-Owner's rules. Who happens to be the cook.
Who happens to be back in the kitchen right now.
-No shit? So he is serious about this
"no substitutions" business. That's a real thing.
-Mm-hm. But, uh, maybe I'll slice you
a block of cheddar under the table.
-That's very sweet of you.
-I'll go get those coffees.
-Alright, back to our story.
So what happens is this.
The bookkeeper's 9 to 5 back then was doing the books
for one of Sullivan's associates.
But the associate gets a little too ****ing smart
and starts skimming money on the side.
So when Jacob Sullivan finds out,
he tells the bookkeeper to invite the associate over
because two of them were good friends.
So the bookkeeper's wife and daughter visit her mother
and the associate comes over.
They have some drinks, have some cigars,
and once he's good and sloshed,
a few of Sullivan's guys pay a little visit.
One of them puts a .45 to the back of his skull,
pulls the trigger. And the same thing
is gonna happen to you when we get to Boulder City.
Hi. Okay.
Open-faced tuna melt for me. Swap the mozzarella for cheddar,
if you can slip that past your goddamn creep of a boss.
-For you?
-Nothing.
-No, order something.
-I'm not hungry.
-I want you to order something.
-I'm not hungry.
-What do you mean you're not hungry?
-I mean, I'm not hungry.
-Then get something for the road?
-I'm not hungry! -Order something, you stupid ****!
-Tuna melt.
-You want cheddar on that or mozzarella?
-What? -Cheddar or mozzarella?
You gotta pick one.
-Cheddar.
♪♪
-Okay. I've been thinking about what you've given me so far --
this pathetic and phony biography of yours,
designed to garner sympathy.
In my experience, most people tend to think having a family
makes them more sympathetic.
Before anyone takes a bullet to the head,
they're always prattling on
about their ****ing daughter this,
their ****ing son that.
But the fact that you --
youwould do that
strikes me as, um...
tone deaf.
Usually, I wait for the sun to go down before I start drinking,
but today, I've been drinking all day.
Ask me why.
I've been drinking all day.
Ask me.
-[Sighs]
You know, I do think about the way your life has gone,
how happy you are.
How you've got the secret ****ing happiness.
New wife, new son, eternal goddamn love.
-Please. Please.
Who do you think I am?
[Breathing heavily]
-You're the witching hour.
The waitress, she mentioned that earlier.
Do you know what that is? It's European folklore
noting a particular time of night
when all the supernatural creatures
slither out and run amok. -I don't --
-I always liked it. I liked the idea of crazy --
-I have no idea -- -Do not ****ing interrupt me!
God damn it! I told you that in the car!
You're always running off at the mouth!
You got a motor mouth!
There's a motor boat stuck in your mouth!
Just shut up!
Sit the **** back down!
-[Grunts]
♪♪
-I'm watching you. Okay?
One move, I'm gonna shoot you. Do you understand?
-Yeah.
♪♪
-♪ Don't go away, stay here ♪
♪♪
Okay. Give me your cell phones.
♪♪
Now, if it's not too much trouble,
I would appreciate if you would stand behind
the counter where I can see you.
And I don't need to go into the whole spiel
as to what this gun does to the face if you try anything smart.
Right? Okay. How much longer do we have on those tuna melts?
-Um, just a few minutes. -Okay.
I want them done in five minutes. Come on.
Actually, no. Four minutes.
And we want cheddar on them. You got that? Cheddar.
Nobody puts mozzarella on a tuna melt.
♪♪
-♪ While we're together ♪
♪ Tonight is forever ♪
♪ You're the only future -- ♪
-[Clears throat] [Music stops]
[Jukebox whirs]
[Alicia Bridges' "I Love the Nightlife" plays]
Luck of the draw.
♪♪
[Singing along] ♪ Please don't talk about love tonight ♪
♪ Please don't talk about sweet love ♪
♪ Please don't talk about being true ♪
♪ And all the trouble we've been through ♪
-♪ Oh, please don't talk about all the plans we had ♪
♪ For fixing this broken romance ♪
♪ I want to go where the people dance ♪
-[Singing along] ♪ I want some action, I wanna live ♪
♪ Action, I got so much to give ♪
♪ I want to give it ♪
♪ I want to get some, too ♪
♪ Oh, I, I ♪
♪ I like the nightlife, I like to boogie ♪
♪ On the disco 'round, yeah ♪
-♪ Oh, I love the nightlife, I've got to boogie ♪
-Okay.
I have decided that we should play a little game.
It's called Stop the Phony.
-Let's just go and leave everyone else out of this.
-I want you to tell me the truth, the whole truth,
nothing but the truth, so help you God,
this very minute, right now.
If you don't tell me the truth,
I am gonna kill your little waitress friend,
I am gonna kill Mr. Happy Trucker over there,
and anyone else unfortunate enough
to enter this establishment. Ready?
Magic Rabbit Foot says go. Tick, tick, tick, tick.
-The truth? -Yes, the truth.
The truth, you ****ing phony. The truth.
-The truth is, I-I have no idea what you're talking about!
-No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't do this.
This is where the game gets good!
Don't ruin it.
-Hey, I-I never got your name.
-Oh.
-Let's just get out of here, just you and me.
-Oh, you sound kind of cool there.
Oh, my God. So cool.
Almost like you've had a gun on you before.
[Cellphone ringing]
♪♪
Well, let's just make sure everything's okay.
-Honey. I'm -- -...Car's extended warranty.
Since we have not gotten a response,
we are giving you a final courtesy call.
She's with the doctors, probably.
-Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Yeah, yeah, sure. Probably.
But then again, maybe not. Maybe something did happen.
People always say don't assume the worst. Why?
Sometimes, the worst is exactly what you should assume.
♪♪
[Laughing] Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
It's getting good.
You know, the waitress is gonna be back any second.
Tuna melts cook fast. You just throw everything
under the heat lamp. So I'm gonna ask you
one final time -- the truth.
-I'm telling you, you got me confused --
-You're telling me -- -Yeah, I'm trying to.
-Stop the phony. Stop the phony. Tick, tick.
-I don't know what to tell you. -The truth! The truth!
That's it. Just the truth. Tick, tick, tick.
-You think I'm -- I'm someone that I'm not.
-And why, may I ask, would you think that I think
you're someone you're actually not?
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick? -What?
-Did you not just ****ing hear me right then?
-Yeah, I did. -Well, then would you do me
a favor and would you please stop saying "what?"
when it's absolutely crystal ****ing clear what I just said?
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Okay. You know what?
You should prepare yourself, mindset-wise.
That way, it won't be such a shock when it happens.
Assume the worst is what I mean.
-Just tell me what you want me to say.
Just tell me. -[Laughing] Oh, my God.
You're not changing your tactics.
Not even a little. It's ****ing mental.
You're awesome, buddy! -I'm not who you think I am!
-I never even told you who I think you are!
So how could you know you're not who I think you are?!
Tick, tick, tick, tick! -I'll say whatever you want.
-Okay. You know what? Time's up.
You really just unequivocally ****ed up right now.
You ****ed up -- [Grunts]
♪♪
[Glass shatters]
♪♪
[Slow-motion gunshots]
♪♪
[Groaning]
♪♪
[Man gasps, body thuds]
♪♪
-♪ Yeah, get on that borderline ♪
♪♪
♪ Yeah, there's no new Christmas shoes, baby ♪
♪ For your lady this year ♪
-[Choking]
♪♪
-Hey. -♪ Yeah ♪
♪♪
-Run.
♪ By the X-Ray cuffs ♪
♪ Yeah, the mob sores ♪
♪ The sword of lords ♪
♪ Just like drugs ♪
♪ Damn, baby, damn, damn ♪
♪ Mm, yeah, come on ♪
♪♪
♪ Famous land, famous land ♪
♪ Yeah, famous land ♪
♪ Damn, damn, damn, baby, baby ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
-Okay. Okay!
-♪ Yeah, you're facing the axe again, baby ♪
-It's --
It's me.
-♪ Mm-hmm, baby ♪
-I'm exactly who you think I am.
-♪ Now that old Fat City's here ♪
♪ That ****ing cold wind's coming again, baby ♪
♪ You're getting the axe in the face, baby ♪
♪ Yeah, you're looking at some severe blues ♪
-It's you?
It's you.
It's ****ing you!
It's you! ****ing you!
It's you! It's you! It's you! It's you! You!
[High-pitched beep]
[Breathing heavily]
James.
♪♪
You did this.
-♪ Get on that borderline, baby ♪
♪ Get on that borderline, baby ♪
♪ Look at some severe blues ♪
♪ In your hammered face ♪
♪ No new Christmas shoes ♪ -[Whimpering]
♪♪
-♪ No new gangster toys for your kids this year ♪
-[Grunting]
-♪ Getting hammered ♪
♪ Yeah, getting hammered ♪
[Gunshot, shell clatters]
♪♪
-[Shouting]
♪♪
[Clacking]
[Woman whimpers quietly]
[Gunshot]
[Crying]
-[Grunting]
♪ So there's that unemployment line you're staring at ♪
[Singing indistinctly]
♪♪
-You said that thing about slipping me
a block of cheddar cheese under the table?
Was that sarcasm?
Were being rude?
Or were you being nice?
-[Crying]
I was being a ****.
♪♪
-♪ Mm-hm, mm-hm ♪
♪♪
♪ Mm-hm, mm-hm ♪
♪♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Mm-hm, mm-hm ♪
♪♪
[Dialing]
♪♪
♪ Yeah, come on ♪
-911, what's your emergency?
-There's a man. He's -- He's -- He's killing people.
He shot people.
[Gas hissing]
♪♪
-Sir, where are you located?
-Well, it's a -- It's a -- it's a diner.
[Stammers]
Roadhouse Diner.
♪♪
-I heard you, sir. Be patient.
We will get to you.
♪♪
-[Grunting]
♪♪
[Grunting]
♪♪
[Grunting]
♪♪
[Grunting]
-♪ Get on the borderline, baby ♪
-James!
-♪ Get on that borderline, baby ♪
-James.
Better to reign in hell, wouldn't you agree?
♪♪
-♪ It's on the way now ♪
-[Shouts]
♪♪
♪ Chase that ride on a hell train ♪
♪♪
♪ Train, whoo! ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪♪
-[Grunting]
-James!
♪♪
James!
♪♪
-[Grunting]
♪♪
[Handcuff clicking] -James!
♪♪
James!
Great night. Great ****ing night.
♪♪
I've been watching for a while now, James.
Watching and waiting.
♪♪
You, the wife,
the little boy.
[Glass shatters]
-[Laughs]
♪♪
I need you to wake up now.
♪♪
Time for you to wake up, ***hole!
Gotta wake...up!
[Glass shatters]
♪♪
-You know who I am.
You know where I've been.
♪♪
[Cellphone ringing]
Pick up the phone, James!
I know you'll loop back around.
I heard the phone ringing.
Did you pick up? [Explosion in distance]
What, what are you, ghosting me?!
What are you, Dr. Ross, my psychiatrist? [Laughs]
♪♪
-Alright, Well, I'm gonna finish the bookkeeper story.
♪♪
And this next part, I just know you're gonna love.
♪♪
'Cause it directly concerns you.
♪♪
So everything goes according to plan.
Bookkeeper invites the associate over.
Sullivan's guys shoot him in the head.
Except for one very minor hitch.
See?
Very minor hitch...
being that...
the bookkeeper's wife... steps through the door.
♪♪
...and witnesses the execution.
♪♪
So one problem begets additional problems, right?
♪♪
And the bookkeeper's wife begins to unravel.
She starts drinking.
She starts taking pills.
♪♪
She starts telling the story to anyone who will listen.
♪♪
My wife, James.
♪♪
She's become a liability.
♪♪
And that's when I got a call from James Levine.
♪♪
-[Gasps]
[Crying]
♪♪
[Shell clatters]
♪♪
-[Grunts]
[Both grunting]
♪♪
[Grunting continues]
♪♪
-The eighth floor...
Labor & Delivery. [Shouts]
Room 829!
♪♪
[Shouts]
[Panting]
♪♪
-As I was saying, your wife's at Labor & Delivery
on the eighth floor, room 829.
Now, I don't kill mothers, as a rule,
unlike some people I know, but I swear to God, James,
if you don't stop acting like this funny little *****,
I'll break my own rule just this one time.
-Okay. -For you.
-I'll do whatever you want.
Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.
♪♪
-You'll get back in your car right now,
and I promise, we'll stay away from your wife.
♪♪
-You, your associates or whatever,
you stay the **** away from my family.
-You have my word.
♪♪
[Sirens wailing in distance]
♪♪
[Sirens wailing]
♪♪
[Lighter clicks]
♪♪
-What happened to...your wife and daughter?
♪♪
-I got a call from James Levine,
and Levine is someone who... fixes things, whatever it is.
and I know if I'm getting a call from him out of the blue,
it is not a small thing.
♪♪
He tells me what I already know --
that my wife has become a liability.
That Jacob Sullivan himself needs me to get control
of my wife, that she could be the string
that unravels it all.
♪♪
-What happened?
-I tell Levine I'll take care of it.
♪♪
Knowing what sort of man Levine is, I decide my only choice
is to get my family out of Boston for good.
So I -- I leave the house,
quickly to get some supplies for the road,
and when I come back...
♪♪
Back then we had these --
these white rabbits as pets.
And they had babies, so we had a good-sized litter,
and my daughter, she -- she liked to play with the babies.
[Voice breaking] She was so cute.
She'd rub her little face in their soft white fur.
♪♪
When I come back...
the entire house was up in flames.
It was glowing, all glowing orange,
like a -- like a jack o' lantern.
My wife and daughter inside.
But it was the rabbits, James.
Do you remember?
Did you hear the rabbits screaming?
Shrieking?
[Crying]
♪♪
[Thunder rumbles]
♪♪
[Sighs]
♪♪
-I know I'm gonna die tonight.
♪♪
I understand.
♪♪
And you made a promise that I know you're going to keep.
-And I keep my word.
♪♪
-But I want you to know...
♪♪
that I am...
David Chamberlain -- -You are so ****ed
in the head, James!
You're so ****ed in the head,
you actually believe you're David Chamberlain!
[Laughs, coughs]
♪♪
[Sighs] -The thing about lung cancer.
♪♪
They're dying, right?
-We're all dying.
-So this was always the end for you, too.
[Sirens wailing]
♪♪
-These ****ing cops.
♪♪
You know, the Japanese say,
the more violent the death, the higher the heaven you go.
Alright.
[Inhales deeply]
♪♪
-Okay. Let's do this.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I need to know.
Why didn't you just kill me
the second you stepped into my car?
♪♪
Why let me breathe another second?
-'Cause I wanted to hear you say it out loud.
The words. -What words?
-And I wanted to see your face.
Your true face.
Your lizard face reawoke.
-What words?
I-I-I'll say it right now.
Sullivan, he told me...
♪♪
Sullivan. He ordered the hit.
♪♪
[Tires squealing]
[Gunshot, glass shatters]
♪♪
-[Grunting]
[Panting]
♪♪
[Rasps]
♪♪
[Police radio chatter]
♪♪
[Car door closes]
♪♪
[Indistinct conversation]
[Gunshots]
♪♪
-[Rasping]
♪♪
[Straining]
♪♪
[Choking]
♪♪
[Choking, gasping]
-I need you to know...
I never meant to kill your little girl.
Your wife, when she saw my face, she just went crazy.
She just jumped on me and started clawing my face off,
and I pulled the trigger three times.
♪♪
And your d--
♪♪
Your daughter...
-[Rasping]
-Just lying in the hallway.
♪♪
-I was drinking myself to death
when God brought Maggie into my life.
And I knew God was evening the score when our firstborn died.
But still, every night, I'd see their faces.
Your wife and your daughter.
I-I-I couldn't stop seeing her.
♪♪
Then when God gave me my little baby boy,
it was like he was giving me a new life.
He was giving me back your daughter's life.
He was -- He was giving me back your daughter's life,
the life that I wrongly took.
-[Choking]
[Sighs]
♪♪
I think you gave me closure tonight.
I wish I could have done the same for you.
♪♪
-[Straining to speak]
I'll --
[Straining]
♪♪
[Coughing]
♪♪
[Choking]
♪♪
[Choking stops]
♪♪
[Dialing]
-David, I've been calling and calling.
Please call me back. Please say you're okay.
We had a little girl, David.
I'm holding her. She's so beautiful.
She has your eyes.
I don't know who that was on the phone earlier, but...
I know you're okay. I just feel it.
[Sirens approaching]
I'm praying, David.
I'm praying God will help you find your way back to us.
We're waiting for you. Both of us.
♪♪
-David Chamberlain.
I'm David Chamberlain.
David Chamberlain.
♪♪
David Chamberlain.
♪♪
David Chamberlain.
[Sirens approaching]
-♪ And I hope you find lessons ♪
-I'm David Chamberlain.
-♪ In all of your losses ♪
♪ And stop bearing burdens of earthly crosses ♪
♪ We're all visitors here, travelers, my dear ♪
♪ All built by scars from other stars ♪
-Help!
-♪ Fears become wishes, I hope that you hear this ♪
-Help!
-♪ And stop giving power to all of your visions ♪
-Not responding. He's not responding!
Stay right there!
Don't move!
-Put your hands up!
-♪ Leave them behind ♪
♪♪