Bullets, Brothers and Blood (2024) Movie Script
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
That's it.
(camera clicking)
Yeah, that's it. That's it, yeah.
Very good, yeah, all right, great,
uh, let's try some things different.
Ah, put your shoulder,
your left shoulder forward.
Yes, yes, oh, I really like that.
That's great.
(camera clicking)
Oh, I really like that.
Yes.
(phone dings)
Good.
- Okay, I'm done.
- What?
- Yes, I'm done.
I'm busy.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps plodding)
(fingers tapping)
Hey, yeah, you guys
still open for business?
(cash thudding)
Well, how about 10K?
Great, tomorrow, Nelson Street Bridge.
Bet.
(phone buzzing)
Yeah.
- Hey, Gaines.
- Oh, hello, Dwight.
Uh, heard you've been away for a while.
I finally tracked you down.
It's time to pay up, you
little cheating son of a bitch.
You know, Dwight, you're just a dumb-ass
who got caught with his pants down.
I spent three fucking
years in that fucking prison.
I want my fucking money!
Okay, okay, okay, you got me.
Where are you now?
Yeah, I know exactly where that is.
Great, sit tight, I'm on my way.
Hey, Dwight, a lot of
people walk into this town.
Not everybody walks out.
(phone clanking)
Prick.
(fingers tapping)
(tense music)
(engine humming)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(gunshots blasting)
(door clattering)
(gunshots blasting)
(fire roaring)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(body thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshots blasting)
(train engine humming)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(door clattering)
(engine humming)
(determined music)
(Ryan exhaling)
(air whooshing)
(Ryan continues exhaling)
(determined music continues)
(fists thudding)
(Ryan exhaling)
(bell tolling)
(fists continue thudding)
Mrs. Cooper, or as most
of us called her, Miss Emma,
was a mother, a sister,
and a friend to many.
Miss Emma served 10 years in the Navy
and sailed the many seas.
She was a faithful woman of the Lord,
and now her prayers sail to the heavens.
She lays in rest awaiting the
resurrection of the saints.
Let us pray.
We commend our sister, Miss
Emma, to you, oh, Lord.
May she rest in peace,
and comfort us in our time of sorrow.
Amen.
- Amen.
(pensive music)
She was a good woman. I'm so sorry.
[Ryan] Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
(fists thudding)
(Ryan exhaling)
(legs thudding)
(body thudding)
- Hey, Kenny.
- I'm sorry your mom died.
Thank you, yes, it's very sad.
It's nice of you to say. (sighs)
Have you gotten the trash cans out yet?
- Over here.
- Yeah, thanks.
(Ryan groans)
Hey, he's getting the trash cans out.
- Oh.
- He'll be right out.
Okay, great, you know, he
really loves working here.
- Nice.
- He never quits talking
about it.
- Well, we're happy
to have him.
- He has grown so much.
He wants to start learning
how to ride the bus
so he can get here on his (laughs) own.
Yeah, well, we're glad he's here.
Hi, how are you? What?
Oh, we're really sorry
about your mom dying.
- Yeah, thank you.
- Ready to go?
- Yeah.
- All right, let's go.
Oh, hey, Kenny, don't forget your penny.
(mom laughing)
What are you going to do?
(mom laughing)
Don't forget your penny.
(laughs) That's where it was.
Thanks, man.
You guys take care.
- Goodbye.
(pensive music)
(paper rustling)
(pencil clanking)
(Ryan sighs)
(paper rustling)
(glasses thudding)
(Ryan sighs)
(hands thudding)
Hmm.
(pensive music intensifies)
Hey, Travis, it's me.
I think I have an idea.
Can you come by here first
thing tomorrow morning?
Yeah, great, thanks.
(Ryan exhales)
(door clattering)
[Mindy] Good morning, Ryan.
Great, what do you want, Mindy?
You owe me six months of back alimony.
Things been kinda tight, sorry.
Things were always tight with you, Ryan.
You're six months behind on your lease,
and you're about to get evicted.
Maybe you should go back
to, um, park ranger.
That always did you well.
Have you been sleeping?
You look like shit.
Army Ranger, Mindy, not
park ranger, big difference.
Did you really just
come here to harass me?
'Cause I got stuff to do.
- No, I came here to help.
- Sure.
My business is booming,
and this space is perfect for my boutique.
I figured we could, uh,
for ego the six months
of, uh, back alimony if you
sign the lease over to me.
I'm not working in your boutique, sorry.
[Mindy] Face it, Ryan, you
were never good at business.
The sheriff will be out here
next week to put you out.
Um, man, I'm sorry for interrupting.
I, I could go.
- No, no, Travis, stay.
Mindy was just leaving.
Fine, I'm gonna get
this place regardless.
I was just trying to help
like, um, old time's sake.
All right, here's the deal.
Let's get Will to come back and teach.
- Will, your half brother?
- Yes, Will.
- Will Storm?
- Look, he was
just as much as a son to my mom as I was.
I can't get a hold of him over the phone
to tell him she died.
So while I'm in Waynesville,
I'm gonna offer him the spot.
- He's in Waynesville?
- He went back there.
(Travis laughs)
You know Amanda's in Waynesville, right?
Yeah, well aware of that.
(pensive music)
Hey, but look, all I need is three days.
Keep Mindy's paws and
the bank away from this.
Can you do this for me?
I'll try my best, man.
Tell Amanda and Carol the kids say hi.
Oh, of course, I know you
guys were tight, all right?
- All right.
- Remember three days.
Thanks, man.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
Oh, uh, maybe four days.
They just repoed my
car, yeah, so, um, yeah.
(pensive music continues)
(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)
(feet shuffling)
Hey.
(paper rustling)
Whoa, easy with that, kid.
Hey, I'm not even from here.
I'm looking for my brother,
and I'm headed home.
That's fantastic. You got a phone?
- You need a phone?
- Yeah, yeah.
- I got a phone somewhere.
- Give me your phone.
Come on.
(hands thudding)
What the hell is wrong with you, kid?
You're gonna get yourself killed out here.
(gun thudding)
Man, You know what? Fuck you.
(fists thudding)
(dramatic music)
Don't.
(fist thudding)
(assailant groaning)
(footsteps plodding)
Damn Gen Z.
(pensive music)
(mellow music)
- Beer, please.
- Uh, three bucks.
(bottle thudding)
(cash rustling)
Do you know a Will Storm?
Hollywood? (laughs) Hell,
everyone knows Hollywood.
Does he owe you money, too?
No, just, uh, just looking for him.
Hey, any of you guys seen Hollywood?
No, I haven't seen him in ages.
Uh, he's probably dead.
(players laughing)
Yes.
- You gotta be kidding me.
- See that?
Today's my lucky day. See that?
Yes.
Check out Strouse's.
I hear he hangs out there.
Thanks.
(mellow music continues)
(player sighs)
I gotta piss.
Again?
This new medicine got
me pissing and shitting
every fucking-
You know what?
Just, just make it quick.
Yeah, and make sure you wash your hands.
I don't want piss all over my cards.
You know? Fuck you.
Go, go fuck yourself, you know?
Piece of shit.
(footsteps plodding)
Beer.
(bottle thudding)
I'm looking for someone.
(laughs) Oh, shit, everybody's
looking for someone today.
What does this look like,
the fucking lost and found?
They call him Mr. Gaines.
I hear he comes in here sometimes.
(footsteps plodding)
(brooding music)
I'm looking for someone named Mr. Gaines.
Do you know him?
Maybe.
(cards rustling)
How do you know Mr. Gaines?
I just need to tell him something.
Well, this is Mr. Gaines's bar,
and we work for Mr. Gaines.
You could tell us.
So you guys work for Mr. Gaines?
(cards thudding)
Matter of fact, we do.
[Dwight] Really?
What, you got a gift for him? (laughs)
(gunshots blasting)
(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
(water sloshing)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshot blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(hand thudding)
[Dwight] Keep the change.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
Mr. Gaines.
Uh, Mr. Gaines, this is Charley.
Someone just came into the
bar and shot four guys up.
They're dead.
He, he's wearing all black,
and he has a backpack full of guns.
Yeah, I'll take you out
to dinner, dancing tonight.
Oh, baby, you are too cute
to be working here tonight.
Well, I got to work.
Besides, being away will
make you want me more.
(phone buzzing)
- Yeah.
- Yeah, listen, hey.
There's a stranger in town.
His name's Dwight Olson.
Ya can't miss him.
He's dressed in black,
and he carries a backpack full of guns.
This son of a bitch
killed five of our crew.
I want you to wipe this
piece of shit off my shoe.
Okay, okay, I'm on it.
(phone thudding)
(sighs) All right, baby,
I got a job to do tonight,
looking for a stranger in black.
He's got a backpack full of hurt.
So if he comes around here, you call me,
and I'll beat his sorry ass.
I take care of my baby.
Mm, you sure do.
(mellow music)
Uh, uh, hey, Amanda.
We're closed.
Uh, Travis, Carol, and the
kids, they, uh, they say hello.
Message delivered.
Right.
Um, look, have you seen Will?
Haven't seen him.
Mom died.
Miss Emma died?
[Ryan] I have to tell Will.
She was the only decent
one in your family.
Ouch.
Yeah, everyone loved Mom.
Do you wanna sit down?
Yeah, thanks.
(Ryan exhales)
(chair rasping and creaking)
So everyone around
here calls him Hollywood.
But hey, Ryan.
Will's fallen on some hard times.
I sorta of got that, um,
but we've been through tough
times before, me and him.
(Ryan laughs)
I remember when he was just a skinny kid
from foster care when
he came to live with us,
me and him both getting bullied every day
until mom put us in
martial arts, of course.
We took care of those bullies.
But, um, Will,
he's, uh, he's all I got now.
God, I hope he's not,
I'm sure he's fine.
Hey, he used to have a little
place off Miller's Pike.
- Okay, Miller's Pike, yeah.
- You could try there, so-
- Yeah, uh-
- You could check there.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
So, um, I have to-
Right, right, um, you
should get back to that.
- Yeah.
- Uh,
hey, it was, uh, it was good seeing you.
Yep, mm-hmm.
Um, yeah.
Um.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
See ya.
See ya.
(suspenseful music)
What?
You pick on homeless guys now?
Is that, is this what we do?
This is what we do?
(foot thudding)
(victim grunting)
(fists and feet thudding)
(dramatic music)
Huh? You like that?
(head thudding)
Take that.
(fists and feet thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(body thudding)
(attacker groaning)
(fists and feet thudding)
Come on. You want some more?
Come on. Come on, badass.
Come on. I'm right here.
Yeah, that's right. Come on.
You want some, too?
Come on. I'm right here.
Oh, I want it all, brother.
- Ryan?
- It's me, man.
Oh, my God, Ryan, oh,
my God, man. (laughs)
Oh, my God, it's so good to see you.
Good to see you, man.
You look old as hell.
Hey, and you, you still
look strong as shit. (exhales)
You're sure don't smell like me.
Oh, come on, man.
Hey, it's so good to see you, man.
Dude, hey, come on in, man.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Make sure you take
your shoes off first, all right?
I'm not gonna do that.
(Will laughing)
Man, I like what you
did to the place, man.
God, so good to see you, brother.
Man, you too, man.
Hey, you came a long way,
right? You gotta be starving.
- No, I'm, I'm good.
- Let, let me fix-
- Will.
- You something.
I got you.
- I'm good, man.
- Hold on.
- Seriously.
Do you want, uh, how
about cream of mushroom?
- (sighs) Will.
- Or, uh, ah, ah,
SpaghettiOs, you used to, you used to-
- Hey.
- Love that as a kid.
Will, I'm good, I'm good.
Hey, um, I gotta tell you something.
(Ryan sighs)
There's no easy way to say this either.
Um, it's about mom.
She died, Will.
What?
About a week ago,
(solemn music)
The fucking cancer, man, it just
it got the best of her.
Oh, my God.
- I know.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Let me show you something.
(Ryan sniffs)
(paper rustling)
Look at that.
- (laughs) What?
- Look, look at that.
Where did you get this, man?
Such a long time ago.
We thought we were such bad asses, huh?
- How 'bout that?
- Oh, yes.
- Remember that?
- I remember that, man.
That's when I bought her the new car.
[Ryan] I remember, yeah.
She was so happy.
She was so, she was so proud, man.
I know.
(Ryan exhales)
Hey, uh, what do you say
we get you cleaned up, man,
hot shower, hot meal?
Yeah, yeah.
There's a motel that I passed,
uh, on the way over here.
- Yeah, I'd like-
- We should definitely go.
I'd like that, I'd like that.
There you go. Grab your stuff, man.
Yeah.
(plastic rustling)
(gentle music)
(pensive music)
- Hi.
- Hi.
We like two rooms, please.
Oh, sure, fill this out.
[Ryan] Sure.
(pen rasping)
(burp erupting)
- Oh, uh.
- That was a good one.
(Will laughs)
(pen rasping)
There you go.
$80, does that sound okay?
Yeah.
There you go.
(cash rustling)
(pensive music continues)
(keys clanking)
- Rooms six and seven.
- Okay, great, thanks.
You don't need to call a bell hop.
I think I can handle this. (laughs)
(phone beeping)
Hi, he's here.
The man in black is here,
and he's got that backpack.
Yeah, room six.
Oh, please hurry.
(door clattering)
(pensive music continues)
(bag thudding)
(pensive music continues)
(Will yawning)
(Will groaning)
(Will exhales)
(body thudding)
(Will grunts)
(curtain clattering)
(pensive music continues)
(water sloshing)
(Will exhales)
(pensive music continues)
(Ryan clears throat)
Hey, Travis, it's Ryan.
Yeah, man, I found him.
I don't know what everyone's
talking about, man.
He's just fine.
Yeah, he still gots it.
But, uh, I'll see you tomorrow, all right?
Okay, bye.
(pensive music continues)
(door clattering)
(pillow thudding)
(fighter grunting)
(knee thudding)
(fists and feet thudding)
(energetic music)
(body thudding)
- Come on.
- Go, go on, go.
Go get him, go get him.
(hands thudding)
(pensive music)
(energetic music)
(gunshots blasting)
Yeah, he's heading your way.
Come on. Head him off.
(pensive music)
(fists thudding)
(energetic music)
(gunshot blasting)
(fist thudding)
(body thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
I like my shirt on you.
And I like my shirt off of you better.
(clothes rustling)
(phone buzzing)
What?
Hey, it's me.
Matt and his buddies are down,
and the shooter's still on the loose.
Well, shit, Bruiser, do
you know how hard it is
to get good, honest people to work for us?
You're slipping, Bruiser. You know what?
Maybe it's time for Alfredo to
move up in the organization.
Fuck Alfredo. I got this.
You better get this.
Come on, baby.
(door clattering)
Will.
(bag thudding)
Will.
(Will groaning)
Yo, man, wake up.
- Oh, why?
- Wake up, man, right now.
[Will] It's time to check out already?
Yes, yes, it is.
Hurry up, man. Let's go.
Come on. Hurry up.
Man, God, that bed's hard. (groans)
(birds chirping)
(water sloshing)
(air whooshing)
(Gaines exhales)
(birds chirping)
Oh, I love this cold, crisp air.
(exhales) It fills the lungs
and makes you feel alive.
Who are you talking to?
Oh, uh, that was the photographer.
Yeah, he wants to do another photo shoot.
Hmm.
You know, you should do a lingerie shoot.
That would sell.
Oh, thanks, you're so sweet.
Why don't you make us a hot toddy?
Yeah, sure, babe.
(birds chirping)
(phone beeping)
Dwight, yeah, you're causing
me a lotta trouble, pal.
You killed seven of my crew.
It was five. Who's the dumb-ass now?
It was seven, and I'm gonna chop you up
into seven fucking pieces.
It was five, Gaines.
Jeez, you got all that money.
You can't even count up to five.
Maybe you got dementia.
You know, my grandma had that once.
Poor grandma couldn't remember a thing.
You're a dead man,
Dwight, a fucking dead man.
(Gaines grunting)
(sword thudding)
(water sloshing)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
(mellow music)
(Ryan exhaling)
Oh, my God, you found him.
- Hey, Amanda.
- Hey, Hollywood.
How are you?
- Amanda.
Three guys just busted into my room
and started shooting at me.
Oh, shit.
I ran, but I shot someone.
- What?
- You what?
- Shit, Ryan, shit.
- Look.
One guy shot the other, I grabbed his gun,
and it sort of went off, and I shot him.
[Amanda] Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
I gotta call the cops.
No, no.
You do not wanna mess with
the cops in this town.
No, you sure don't.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I've been shot at, beat
up ever since I got
into this shitty little town.
Sh, do not call the cops.
Is there anywhere we could
hide till it gets dark?
Go hide in the office. It's right there.
Let's go.
What the?
(bartender chattering indistinctly)
Bruiser, you scared me.
Beer.
(bottle thudding and rasping)
Why so sad?
There's a stranger dressed in black.
He just shot up seven of our crew.
Seven? That's a lot.
Yeah. Mr. Gaines is pissed.
Yeah, I guess he would be.
So, spread the word.
Keep an eye out for a man
with a black backpack.
Yeah, yeah, of course,
anything you need.
(customers chattering indistinctly)
(exhales) Okay, well, things are slow,
so, uh, I'm gonna go home.
- Yeah, be careful.
- Okay.
(door clattering)
Hey, give me your bag.
(pensive music)
- My bag, why?
- Do you have a gun?
No.
You are in a lot of trouble.
Those guys that you shot up,
they worked for Mr. Gaines.
[Will] Oh, shit.
Look, they shot at me first.
It doesn't matter. They
worked for Mr. Gaines.
Who is Mr. Gaines?
Mr. Gaines owns this entire town.
He owns the police, all
the bars, all the drugs.
And, um, he was sort of my boyfriend.
[Will] Oh, shit.
Oh, nice.
Come on. You gotta go.
(Ryan sighs)
Come on.
(door clattering)
And that's the plan.
Everyone meets at the bank
tomorrow to seal the deal,
and it'll be called Will and Ryan's Dojo.
- Great.
- Yes.
Let's celebrate, hmm?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
What do you say we have a couple drinks?
- Oh.
- Um.
- I-
- Hey, Amanda,
you got anything besides, you know?
Um, yeah, but don't you
wanna be on your best?
'Cause tomorrow's a big day.
That's really how you
treat guests in your house?
Well, Hollywood, I mean, you know.
Will, come on.
Hey, she's already doing
us a huge favor, man.
Look, Call it a night.
- Look.
- I mean-
I, I just want a drink.
Is it really that much to ask, huh?
Who do you think you are, Mom?
Yeah.
- Yes.
(Will sighing)
You know what?
Maybe I'll just go to sleep.
Shit.
(Amanda sighs)
(box clattering)
(phone ringing)
Gonna answer that?
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Hi, Amanda.
I've been thinking about you.
Why don't you come over?
Uh, yeah, no, I don't think so.
Oh, come on. I miss you.
You know, Howie, Mr. Gaines,
that is in the past, and
now I manage the bar,
and I call you Mr. Gaines
just like everyone else.
Well, how about I come over there?
No, Howie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Gaines.
That is not gonna happen.
And besides, I know that
you have someone new,
and everybody says she's gorgeous.
[Gaines] Yeah, but it's not the same.
Listen, it is over.
It's not over until I say it's over.
Do you have someone over there?
Are you with someone?
You know I can find out.
You're with someone right now, aren't you?
You're fucking him right now, aren't you?
Get used to it. It's over.
(phone beeps)
(phone thudding)
[Ryan] Well, that went well.
You know what? Don't you judge me.
I'm not judging you, Amanda.
You know, some of us don't
have time to sit around
and wait for you to go off and
play army with your buddies.
That's not what I was doing, Amanda.
I had a life.
Yeah, you're, you're right.
We both lived our lives.
Then one day, you just wake up and realize
everything you have is just gone.
And you wish like hell you could get back
one small part of it.
(pensive music)
Whatever, I'm going to bed.
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(fist thudding)
Get up. What is this?
Where is my TV, Ryan?
Where is your brother?
Oh, no.
My grandmother's
necklace was in this dish.
(dish clanking)
What, what was all this,
just some kind of scam?
Of, of course not, no.
Get out.
Amanda, come on. Hey, come on.
- Get out.
- Let's talk about this.
Amanda, I'm serious. Let's talk.
(hands thudding)
You don't want me to call the police.
(door slamming)
(brooding music)
(backpack rustling)
(bag thudding)
- [Ryan] Will, wake up.
Will.
(Will moans)
Will, wake up.
- Ah, I'm up. (groans)
Where's Amanda's stuff?
How the hell should I know?
I just came to get some sleep.
You a fucking drunk and a thief, huh?
Come on, man. You don't do that to Amanda.
She's family.
- Stop whining.
No, wake up, man. Get up.
(foot thudding)
(Will grunting)
(feet shuffling)
Don't do anything stupid, man, Will.
(air whooshing)
(Will grunting)
Stupid.
Will, come on, man.
You not gonna wanna...
(air whooshing)
(Will grunting)
Come on, man. You're drunk.
Come on.
We'll go home, we'll talk about it,
and we'll sort it out, all right?
All right?
All right, come on, man.
Let's get outta here, all right?
(glass shattering)
(Will laughing)
(fists thudding)
(Will groaning)
(knee thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(air whooshing)
(both grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Will grunting)
(Will groaning)
(Will coughing)
Really?
- Oh, fuck.
- Come on, man.
Are you done?
(foot thudding)
(Ryan screams)
(body thudding)
(Will groaning)
Hey, man, I'm sorry man.
Will, come on. I'm sorry, man.
Come on. Let's go.
(saliva sputtering)
Come on.
Come on, man.
Let's prove all your skeptics wrong, man.
Those bullies in high
school, remember them?
The Collins Brothers, come on, man.
Me and you, let's do it again as brothers.
Fuck you, Ryan.
(feet shuffling)
All right.
(feet continue shuffling)
(bag rustling)
You know what, man?
Don't never say no one cared for ya,
'cause I always have, man.
I'm your fucking brother.
- Mm.
Can you say the same about me?
(Ryan sighs)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
(phone buzzing)
Oh, crap.
Hey, Travis.
Yeah, things are going great.
Um, hey, man, you're, you're cutting out.
I'll talk to you later?
All right, bye.
(Ryan sighs)
(mellow music)
Beer.
(brooding music)
(mellow music)
(bottle thudding)
I'm an old friend of Amanda.
Is she around?
No, not yet.
Where's the men's room?
Just there.
(mellow music continues)
(latch clicking)
(garbage clattering)
(mellow music continues)
(bag thudding)
(door clattering)
(broom rasping)
(door clattering)
(zipper whizzing)
The hell?
Hey, did you see the
guy that was just here?
- What?
- The guy that was just here,
did you see him?
- No.
Shit.
(broom clattering)
(brooding music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(zipper whizzing)
(clothes rustling)
That's not him.
That's him.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(fists thudding)
(gun clanking)
(knee thudding)
(fighter grunting)
(air whooshing)
(fists thudding)
(fighter grunting)
(gunshots blasting)
(door squeaking)
(gunshots blasting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(fighter gasping)
(footsteps plodding)
(gun clanking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(body thudding)
(Ryan sighs)
Oh, my God, Ryan.
Amanda, just listen to me.
(zipper whizzing)
These belong to the guy that
everybody's looking for.
Oh, my God.
His bag got swapped with mine somehow
when I was in the restroom.
You know what?
You always get yourself mixed
up in the strangest shit.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry
for what Will did, okay?
Fuck.
First, I lose mom. Now, I lose Will.
Fuck.
- Hey.
I'm sorry, too.
I know you would never rip me off.
Look, I'm gonna sell
these guns, all right?
I'm gonna pay you back
for all the trouble.
And, uh, do you know anyone
that might wanna buy them?
You need to get rid of them,
and I have the perfect
person for you to see.
- Amanda.
- Yes.
Please be serious.
I am literally getting
shot at every single time
I stick my head out the door.
I'm serious.
Listen, he's the local gun
dealer. Everyone knows him.
He's safe, okay?
If I tell him I know
you, will I get a discount?
(fist thudding)
Ow, you still gotta work on that punch.
(fists thudding)
Hey, don't get hurt.
(lips smacking)
(pensive music)
It's not safe here.
Meet me back at my place.
- Nice flowers.
- Thanks.
The janitor found 'em in the men's room.
[Ryan] Course, he did.
(determined music)
(Gaines grunting)
(air whooshing)
(Gaines continues grunting)
(air continues whooshing)
Bruiser, did you find our little friend?
We see him everywhere.
Plus, he's got this kung
fu jujitsu shit going on.
And he's hard to catch.
You know, Bruiser, lately,
everything you do is hard.
We'll keep trying.
Well, you're damn
right you'll keep trying.
This son of a bitch
thinks he can come up here
and bust my balls?
Well, I got a little surprise for him.
I want you to get all our
guys, all of our guys,
and you cover this town
from one end to the other.
Whoever brings me that son
of a bitch gets 10 large.
Now go fucking get him.
(phone thudding)
(Gaines sighs)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music intensifies)
(pensive music continues)
(hand knocking)
(footsteps plodding)
(latch clicking)
(gentle music)
- Hey,
- Hey.
Take this.
No, Ryan.
It's all yours.
It's for all the trouble I've caused.
It's all good.
It's, it's too much. I can't.
It's not, really. I insist.
(hand knocking)
(latch clicking)
- Will?
- Will?
(sniffs) Ryan, Ryan.
[Ryan] What are you're doing, man?
I'm so sorry.
You came all this way
to tell me about Mom.
And all you've done is show me kindness
since you've been here.
[Ryan] Hey, it's hard.
And there's so little left in the world.
And you're family. It's everything.
You're my brother.
You're all I've got.
And Amanda, I'm sorry about your TV.
- It's okay.
- You deserve so much better.
No, it's okay.
You don't know how hard it is, you guys.
- Hey.
- You have no idea
how hard it is.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You've got people who care about you.
You do. We're here.
We love you.
(Will sniffing)
(gentle music continues)
(Will sobbing)
[Ryan] You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.
(hand thudding)
[Will] Okay, Ryan.
(hand thudding)
[Ryan] There you are. There you go.
Yeah.
I know.
And I promise, starting
today, starting right now.
Fresh start.
- Yeah.
- I promise.
- I bet.
- It's good to have you back.
Can I use your bathroom?
Course, it's upstairs.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
It'll be okay, man.
(pensive music)
(door clattering)
(gun clanking)
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
(pensive music continues)
(phone buzzing)
(feet shuffling)
Hey, did you miss me?
I'd watch my back if I were you, Dwight.
I've got my whole crew after you.
Your crew's pathetic.
Where the fuck did you
even get these clowns?
You're slipping, Howie, really slipping.
I'm gonna do you a favor.
I'm gonna teach you how to count to seven,
and I'm gonna kill seven of
your best men before I kill you.
This is getting fun.
(phone clanking)
- Fucker.
(footsteps plodding)
(plastic rustling)
- Hey.
- Hey.
So do you want ham or beef?
Uh, both.
[Amanda] Hmm, okay.
Hey, um, why don't you come with us?
[Amanda] Are you offering me a job?
Well, we could use someone
with management experience.
You want me to beg you?
Yes, I do. Please beg.
Okay.
Please, please, please, Amanda.
- Mm.
- Oh, please, please.
Okay, fine, but keep begging.
- Please.
- Dude.
You okay?
- Yep.
And she's coming to work with us.
Really? Oh, hell yeah.
Cleveland won't be the same with Big Ryan
and Hollywood back in town, huh?
(Will laughing)
(plastic rustling)
Hey, Will, promise me no drama.
Me?
You know I only do
action, right, no dramas?
(Amanda laughing)
Promise.
Promise.
Okay, here you go.
(paper rustling)
[Ryan] Thank you.
- Stay safe.
- Promise.
Okay.
(paper rustling)
[Ryan] All right.
(lips smacking)
- You stay safe, too.
- Always.
[Amanda] Mm.
(paper rustling)
[Ryan] Bye.
(cash rustling)
(pensive music)
Is this everything from Kane's?
Yeah.
'Cause last week he was short.
He was.
(cash rustling)
(phone buzzing)
Wait.
Hey, Amanda, you coming over?
No, I'm calling to
tell you I'm quitting.
What?
I'm giving you my two weeks' notice.
You're seeing someone, aren't you?
You're fucking someone, aren't you?
I knew it.
You know what? That is
none of your business.
I'll take care of your bar,
and then I'm outta here.
Fuck.
(phone thudding)
(hand thudding)
(cash thudding)
Cunt.
(pensive music)
(footsteps plodding)
Whoa, whoa.
You see that guy back there?
Careful.
That's Bruiser, Mr. Gaines's foreman.
- Bruiser?
- Yeah.
That's the son of a
bitch that's after me.
Ugh.
We better go back that way.
- All right.
(pensive music continues)
Okay, everyone listen up.
I want you to look around you.
You see Bruno?
No, because he's dead.
Do you see Lou or Sam?
No, because they're dead.
Look over there.
You see that blood over there?
That's Johnny's blood, our Johnny's blood.
He was killed right there.
And the son of a bitch
that killed Johnny say
he's gonna kill each one of you.
(henchmen grumbling)
Not a chance.
He's dressed in black
and has a black backpack full of guns.
He's a psycho.
Now Mr. Gaines wants him bad.
Whoever brings me this son
of a bitch will get $5,000.
[Henchman] Yeah, all right.
Now get outta here.
Come on. Let's go.
(pensive music)
(panel clanking)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(assailant groaning)
(gunshots blasting)
(assailant screaming)
(gunshot blasting)
Come on, Will.
(footsteps plodding)
Come on, shit.
(engine humming)
There it goes, man, the
last bus to Cleveland.
We just missed it.
We can get the next one, okay?
All right, we gotta find
a place to lay low, man,
stay out some trouble, man.
Let's go.
- All right.
(footsteps plodding)
(Will exhales)
(door clattering)
How's this?
- It's fine.
- Oh, man.
- Are you hungry?
Always.
Uh, that was a dumb question.
(paper rustling)
What you got? Yeah, beautiful.
(paper rustling)
(pensive music continues)
You know, man, you stopped calling.
You stopped coming to
visit for the holidays.
You know, I used to be Will Storm,
the human hurricane.
Now? (laughs)
You know, I, I used to think
I, I, I can make a comeback.
People love them.
Happens all the time, you know?
(sighs) Not with me.
Come on, man.
We've been through tough times before.
We'll get through this.
You were always the good seed.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(dumpster clanging)
Hey, Ryan.
- Yeah.
- You all right?
Yeah, you?
Yeah, I'm good.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)
Oh, I gotta give me one of those.
Oh, I hear you.
(gunshot blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(Will gasping)
(hands thudding)
(glass shattering)
(body thudding)
(feet shuffling)
[Will] Come on.
Shit.
(footsteps plodding)
Hey, brother, get up, man, get up.
Fuck.
He's in the warehouse by the bus station.
All right, let's go.
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
Hey, what do you got left?
(gun clanking)
Two in the clip, one in the barrel.
You?
- One and one.
Okay, hey, Will, I'm sorry
I got you into this, man.
Man, we don't have time for that.
Hey, let's head to the
other side of the building,
all right?
Nah, I got a better idea.
Give me your gun.
- What?
- Just give me your gun.
Come on.
(footsteps plodding)
[Ryan] What are you doing?
I'm not going back with you.
- What?
- (laughs) I can't.
I'm Will fucking Storm. Don't you get it?
Will, you live in a fucking tent, man.
We can start all over.
- No, nah, we can't.
No, and thanks to you, I
can't stay here either.
Man, give me the gun.
- No.
- Give me the gun, Will.
No, don't worry, don't worry.
I've done this before, all right, huh?
Haven't you seen, haven't
you seen my movies?
I play, ah, I play this role perfectly.
I'm gonna hold 'em off,
I'm gonna hold 'em off.
You fucking run, okay?
Will, this isn't a fucking movie, man.
No. (gasping)
(bullet whizzing)
This is the way I want it.
No.
(gun thudding)
No.
(gunshots blasting)
(pensive music)
(guns thudding)
(body thudding)
(Ryan whimpering)
(hand thudding)
(Ryan grunting)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
Stop.
I want this one.
Put him in my truck.
(fist thudding)
(body thudding)
(door clattering)
All right, let's do
what we did last week.
Ready?
(Gaines grunts)
(fist thudding)
(fighters grunting)
Slow down. Remember?
Slow, control.
- I got it.
(leaves rustling)
(air whooshing)
Come on.
(grunts) Dammit.
You're anticipating.
You anticipate, you're gonna lose.
- I got it, I got it.
- Okay?
- I got it.
- All right.
Slow it down.
- Let's go.
Try again.
(fist thudding)
(fighters grunting)
Not bad.
(fist thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
Jeez.
You keep anticipating.
That's why you fell for it.
Got it?
- Yeah, I got it.
All right, calm down.
(Gaines grunting)
(dramatic music)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
You see? Come on.
Dammit.
(Gaines grunting)
[Teacher] What are we doing here?
Relax.
- I got it.
I'm relaxed.
[Teacher] All right.
(fists and feet thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
Jesus.
I don't pay you to punch me in the nose.
[Teacher] Well, you don't pay me
to fight like an idiot either.
Are you calm, or are you done?
Yes.
- All right.
- I'm calm.
Let's work on the blocks,
just like I showed you.
All right?
Here we go.
(fists thudding)
(fighters grunting)
That's it, that's it.
- Like that?
- Yep, that's it.
(bone cracking)
(teacher screams)
(foot thudding)
(fist thudding)
(leaves rustling)
When the student defeats the master,
it's time to get a new master.
You're done.
(brooding music)
(leaves rustling)
Come on, come. I got him.
Well, let's go. It's about fucking time.
(birds chirping)
(pensive music continues)
(tailgate clattering)
There he is.
- Who's that?
- That's him,
Dwight Olson, the one
with the black backpack.
That's not him.
Come on.
Are you trying to cheat
me outta the 10 thou?
I know the man well,
Bruiser, and that is not him.
(phone ringing)
What?
'Cause that's him, you dumbfuck.
Now get rid of that piece of
shit and go find the right guy.
Man, what an asshole.
(phone buzzing)
(pensive music continues)
- Yep.
- Your silly game
is messing up our human capital.
Oh, please, you're such a girly girl.
Look, just stick with our plan,
and everything will be fine.
Okay, okay.
You know, baby, I've been in
prison for a very long time.
It's been a while.
You going to wear something sexy for me?
Yeah, I've got something
special picked out just for you.
(Dwight laughs)
(leaves crunching)
(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)
(doors clattering)
(body rasping)
(doors clattering)
(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(peels thudding)
(feet shuffling)
What?
The fuck are you doing, man?
Bitch.
(pensive music)
(feet shuffling)
(photo rustling)
(pensive music continues)
(Ryan sighs)
(photo rustling)
(clothes rustling)
(tent rustling)
(zipper whizzing)
(determined music)
(footsteps plodding)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(fighter gasping)
(hands thudding)
(body thudding)
(fighter grunting)
Where is he, Bruiser?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
- Where's Bruiser?
I don't know, I don't know, man.
Where is he?
He hangs out at the Shamrock Motel, man.
He's sweet on a girl there, Missy.
Her name's Missy.
(footsteps plodding)
(brooding music)
You know, you two,
you made such a great
team back in the day.
You had the connections,
and he had the muscle.
But I mean, you never respected him.
You never appreciated what he could do.
So you set him up, and he went to prison.
Yeah, and somebody pulled
some strings and got him out.
And I'm gonna find out who it was.
(laughs) Dwight is like a bull.
He doesn't stop.
Prison couldn't stop him.
All your goons can't stop him.
(laughs) All your money can't stop him.
There's only one way to stop a bull.
You need a partner.
You need me.
(pensive music)
(lips smacking)
I'll take care of it.
I know how to stop a bull.
(footsteps plodding)
(mellow banjo music)
So you're, you got this.
Okay.
This is the monthly paper inventory.
- Right.
- And they come
the third of every month.
- Okay.
- Well,
if Mr. Gaines pays the bill, so-
Hey, did you hear
that Hollywood is dead?
Good, I hate that place.
No, no, not that place, I'm talking
about Mr. Hollywood, Will Storm.
What did you say?
Everybody's talking about it.
They took some other guy
up to Mr. Gaines for an ass beating.
Uh, here, I have to, I
have to make a phone call.
I'd hate an ass beating.
(customers laughing)
(customers chattering indistinctly)
[Automated Voice] Your call
cannot be completed as dialed.
Please check the number.
(gun clanking)
[Dwight] Put the phone down.
Dwight.
- Hey, Amanda.
- Hmm.
It's been a while.
Not long enough. What do you want?
We're just gonna take a
little trip to see Mr. Gaines.
I see that he's still hard for you, baby,
and not gonna take any risk with me.
Let's go.
Fine, he has something I
want, and I want it back.
(chair clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(Ryan gasping)
I want Bruiser. Call him.
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(phone ringing)
- Hey, sweetie.
- Hi, honey.
You listen up, you
worthless sack of shit.
You get your ass over to the motel
and get your ass beat in front
of your woman like a man.
[Bruiser] Who is this?
Tell him.
Hey, honey, it's him,
the man doing all the
shooting and killing.
You get your punk ass over here.
(determined music)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
Oh, hell, not you, you
caused us enough trouble.
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(fists and feet continue thudding)
Do you know where Gaines lives?
Yes.
(fist thudding)
(body thudding)
- Let's go.
- Oh, my God, yes.
(footsteps plodding)
(engine humming)
That was amazing,
I mean, really amazing.
You just dunno what that does to a girl.
Do you have a girlfriend?
(engine humming)
(pensive music)
(gunshots blasting)
Mm, all this business with
Dwight has got me worked up.
Don't worry. We've got this.
(gunshot blasting)
Everything's gonna be fine,
just fine.
Right.
(footsteps plodding)
Dwight, this is not gonna work.
Shut up.
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
[Dwight] I told you I
would find you, Gaines.
Yes, you did, Dwight.
You sure did.
Now what are you gonna do?
You give me the rest
of the money you owe me,
or little girl over here is dead.
You're such a dumb-ass, Dwight.
Do you really think shooting her
is gonna get you your money?
Here, shoot her too.
Stop messing with me.
You wanna shoot me? Let's go.
(tense music)
(door clattering)
Will that get you your money?
Don't you get it?
You're not getting your money.
[Dwight] Oh, well.
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
You're such a dumb-ass.
(door rasping)
(footsteps plodding)
- Ryan,
- Amanda.
Oh, my God. Will?
Him, the night we were on the phone,
you, you were with him?
You reject me for this piece of shit?
[Gaines] I told you it's over.
And I told you it's not over
until I say it's over.
(bones cracking)
(Gaines groaning)
Hands off.
(foot thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
You're the reason why my brother's dead,
and you're gonna pay.
Well, it looks like the
new boyfriend wants to play.
(sword clattering)
(sword clanging)
Let's play, cowboy.
(fighters grunting)
(sword whooshing)
(sword thudding)
(glass shattering)
(foot thudding)
(dramatic music)
(sword thudding)
(air whooshing)
(feet thudding)
(air whooshing)
(body thudding)
(dishes shattering)
(air whooshing)
(fighters grunting)
(head thudding)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
You forget something?
(sword clanging)
(metal clanging)
(fighters grunting)
(rod thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(body thudding)
(air whooshing)
(metal clanging)
(foot thudding)
(body thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(rod thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(metal clanging)
(rod thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(handle thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
Don't bleed on my floor.
(air whooshing)
(metal clanging)
(rod thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(metal clanging)
(fighters grunting)
(air whooshing)
(fighters grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(sword thudding)
Come on. Let's go.
I'm gonna wipe the floor with your face.
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
Come on.
(air whooshing)
(dramatic music continues)
(foot thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(air whooshing)
(fist thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(table clattering)
(Ryan groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(fist thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(body thudding)
[Gaines] You come to my house, pal.
(fist thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
Stop it. You're killing him.
You wanna join him?
(hands smacking)
(Amanda screams)
Ya whore.
(fists thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(knee thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
(glass shattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(Ryan gasping)
Ryan, you're hurt.
(dramatic music)
No.
(gunshots blasting)
(body thudding)
And who's the dumb-ass now? (laughs)
You thought I was just
some cute little bitch
you could fuck and throw away.
Oh, you taught me a lot, Howie.
But, um, you forgot the most
important lesson of all.
Take care of your own business.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
- Are you okay?
- Are you okay?
I love you.
- I love you, too.
Aw, you do have a girlfriend.
All the good ones are taken.
(Ryan exhales)
- Hey.
- Hey, that it?
Yeah.
- Doesn't seem like much.
- We have what we need.
All right.
Hey, you drive.
(keys jangling)
(bag rasping)
(pensive music continues)
(brooding music)
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Yeah, no, (laughs) Mr. Gaines
is no longer in business.
Yeah, it was a terrible tragedy.
How can I help you sweetheart?
Yeah, okay, my guys will be
at the Nelson Street warehouse
in about 30 minutes.
I like the sound of your voice,
and we should do business
again sometime. (laughs)
(phone clanking)
(fingers tapping)
Okay, Mrs. Phillips,
your son is all registered
for the Friday class at 5:00.
You're welcome. I'm glad
we could get him in, too.
Oh, yeah, he's gonna love it.
See you soon.
(Amanda exhales)
I swear this phone has not
stopped ringing all morning.
- That is a good thing.
- I know.
It, it, see?
(phone ringing)
It's Mr. Mueller from the bank.
Oh. (sighs)
- You should take it.
- Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Mr. Mueller, how's
the money business?
Sure, how old is your son?
- Hey, not Friday.
- When would you like
to have him come in, Friday?
- Not Friday.
- What time?
- We're full.
- 3:00 PM?
- No, empty no.
- All right.
We'll see you Friday at 3:00.
[Amanda] We're full on Friday.
Thanks, bye.
- Ryan.
- Hey, you said
never turn business away.
(door clattering)
(Amanda sighs)
(determined music)
All right, everybody back to work.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, 10,
11, 12, 13, 14, 15,
16, 17, 18, 19.
(determined music continues)
(determined music continues)
Hey, Dwight, some people,
wanna (laughs) sorry.
I want you to find this piece of shit,
and I want you to wipe
him off my fucking shoe.
I got the line wrong.
Sorry, Lisa, what?
Okay.
(tongue fluttering)
(crew laughing)
(footsteps plodding)
(wind rustling)
[Will] Oh, it's hot. Ah,
you're trying to burn me.
Whoo, whoa, shit.
[Crew] Phone call, you
got a fucking phone call.
I don't have a phone.
Oh, sorry.
- Cut.
- All right.
(grunts) Shit.
[Amanda] Get out.
(bag clattering)
Come on.
We'll go back. We'll talk about it.
Everything, we gonna, we, we
gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(latch clicking)
Shit.
(lock clattering)
(Amanda laughs)
(Ryan laughs)
One second.
(door clattering)
(gunshots blasting)
[Crew] Now you get out the way.
What do you have left?
[Will] Hmm, motherfucker.
(crew laughing)
It has been a while.
Uh, fuck, I'm sorry.
Can I say that one more time? My bad.
[Crew] Jerry, do you have lines?
No, I just ignore her.
(both laughing)
(foot thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
[Amanda] No.
- Oh.
- Sorry, I had safety on.
Now Mr. Gaines wants him dead.
I said that wrong.
Fuck.
(hand thudding)
(cash thudding)
(cash rustling)
- Cut.
- I almost said a bad word.
- That's a fast round.
- Straight.
- Oh.
- That's a fast pellet.
- Holy.
- Yeah, it went through.
- This side.
- Yeah, I felt it.
- Straight right-
- I felt right here.
[Crew] Okay, can we
turn it so it doesn't look
like it was shot through
and then try it again
now that it's a little bit-
- Oh, no.
- No, no.
- No.
- Whoa, whoa.
We really screwed that one up.
(crew laughing)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
That's it.
(camera clicking)
Yeah, that's it. That's it, yeah.
Very good, yeah, all right, great,
uh, let's try some things different.
Ah, put your shoulder,
your left shoulder forward.
Yes, yes, oh, I really like that.
That's great.
(camera clicking)
Oh, I really like that.
Yes.
(phone dings)
Good.
- Okay, I'm done.
- What?
- Yes, I'm done.
I'm busy.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps plodding)
(fingers tapping)
Hey, yeah, you guys
still open for business?
(cash thudding)
Well, how about 10K?
Great, tomorrow, Nelson Street Bridge.
Bet.
(phone buzzing)
Yeah.
- Hey, Gaines.
- Oh, hello, Dwight.
Uh, heard you've been away for a while.
I finally tracked you down.
It's time to pay up, you
little cheating son of a bitch.
You know, Dwight, you're just a dumb-ass
who got caught with his pants down.
I spent three fucking
years in that fucking prison.
I want my fucking money!
Okay, okay, okay, you got me.
Where are you now?
Yeah, I know exactly where that is.
Great, sit tight, I'm on my way.
Hey, Dwight, a lot of
people walk into this town.
Not everybody walks out.
(phone clanking)
Prick.
(fingers tapping)
(tense music)
(engine humming)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(gunshots blasting)
(door clattering)
(gunshots blasting)
(fire roaring)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(body thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshots blasting)
(train engine humming)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(door clattering)
(engine humming)
(determined music)
(Ryan exhaling)
(air whooshing)
(Ryan continues exhaling)
(determined music continues)
(fists thudding)
(Ryan exhaling)
(bell tolling)
(fists continue thudding)
Mrs. Cooper, or as most
of us called her, Miss Emma,
was a mother, a sister,
and a friend to many.
Miss Emma served 10 years in the Navy
and sailed the many seas.
She was a faithful woman of the Lord,
and now her prayers sail to the heavens.
She lays in rest awaiting the
resurrection of the saints.
Let us pray.
We commend our sister, Miss
Emma, to you, oh, Lord.
May she rest in peace,
and comfort us in our time of sorrow.
Amen.
- Amen.
(pensive music)
She was a good woman. I'm so sorry.
[Ryan] Thank you.
I'm so sorry.
(fists thudding)
(Ryan exhaling)
(legs thudding)
(body thudding)
- Hey, Kenny.
- I'm sorry your mom died.
Thank you, yes, it's very sad.
It's nice of you to say. (sighs)
Have you gotten the trash cans out yet?
- Over here.
- Yeah, thanks.
(Ryan groans)
Hey, he's getting the trash cans out.
- Oh.
- He'll be right out.
Okay, great, you know, he
really loves working here.
- Nice.
- He never quits talking
about it.
- Well, we're happy
to have him.
- He has grown so much.
He wants to start learning
how to ride the bus
so he can get here on his (laughs) own.
Yeah, well, we're glad he's here.
Hi, how are you? What?
Oh, we're really sorry
about your mom dying.
- Yeah, thank you.
- Ready to go?
- Yeah.
- All right, let's go.
Oh, hey, Kenny, don't forget your penny.
(mom laughing)
What are you going to do?
(mom laughing)
Don't forget your penny.
(laughs) That's where it was.
Thanks, man.
You guys take care.
- Goodbye.
(pensive music)
(paper rustling)
(pencil clanking)
(Ryan sighs)
(paper rustling)
(glasses thudding)
(Ryan sighs)
(hands thudding)
Hmm.
(pensive music intensifies)
Hey, Travis, it's me.
I think I have an idea.
Can you come by here first
thing tomorrow morning?
Yeah, great, thanks.
(Ryan exhales)
(door clattering)
[Mindy] Good morning, Ryan.
Great, what do you want, Mindy?
You owe me six months of back alimony.
Things been kinda tight, sorry.
Things were always tight with you, Ryan.
You're six months behind on your lease,
and you're about to get evicted.
Maybe you should go back
to, um, park ranger.
That always did you well.
Have you been sleeping?
You look like shit.
Army Ranger, Mindy, not
park ranger, big difference.
Did you really just
come here to harass me?
'Cause I got stuff to do.
- No, I came here to help.
- Sure.
My business is booming,
and this space is perfect for my boutique.
I figured we could, uh,
for ego the six months
of, uh, back alimony if you
sign the lease over to me.
I'm not working in your boutique, sorry.
[Mindy] Face it, Ryan, you
were never good at business.
The sheriff will be out here
next week to put you out.
Um, man, I'm sorry for interrupting.
I, I could go.
- No, no, Travis, stay.
Mindy was just leaving.
Fine, I'm gonna get
this place regardless.
I was just trying to help
like, um, old time's sake.
All right, here's the deal.
Let's get Will to come back and teach.
- Will, your half brother?
- Yes, Will.
- Will Storm?
- Look, he was
just as much as a son to my mom as I was.
I can't get a hold of him over the phone
to tell him she died.
So while I'm in Waynesville,
I'm gonna offer him the spot.
- He's in Waynesville?
- He went back there.
(Travis laughs)
You know Amanda's in Waynesville, right?
Yeah, well aware of that.
(pensive music)
Hey, but look, all I need is three days.
Keep Mindy's paws and
the bank away from this.
Can you do this for me?
I'll try my best, man.
Tell Amanda and Carol the kids say hi.
Oh, of course, I know you
guys were tight, all right?
- All right.
- Remember three days.
Thanks, man.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
Oh, uh, maybe four days.
They just repoed my
car, yeah, so, um, yeah.
(pensive music continues)
(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)
(feet shuffling)
Hey.
(paper rustling)
Whoa, easy with that, kid.
Hey, I'm not even from here.
I'm looking for my brother,
and I'm headed home.
That's fantastic. You got a phone?
- You need a phone?
- Yeah, yeah.
- I got a phone somewhere.
- Give me your phone.
Come on.
(hands thudding)
What the hell is wrong with you, kid?
You're gonna get yourself killed out here.
(gun thudding)
Man, You know what? Fuck you.
(fists thudding)
(dramatic music)
Don't.
(fist thudding)
(assailant groaning)
(footsteps plodding)
Damn Gen Z.
(pensive music)
(mellow music)
- Beer, please.
- Uh, three bucks.
(bottle thudding)
(cash rustling)
Do you know a Will Storm?
Hollywood? (laughs) Hell,
everyone knows Hollywood.
Does he owe you money, too?
No, just, uh, just looking for him.
Hey, any of you guys seen Hollywood?
No, I haven't seen him in ages.
Uh, he's probably dead.
(players laughing)
Yes.
- You gotta be kidding me.
- See that?
Today's my lucky day. See that?
Yes.
Check out Strouse's.
I hear he hangs out there.
Thanks.
(mellow music continues)
(player sighs)
I gotta piss.
Again?
This new medicine got
me pissing and shitting
every fucking-
You know what?
Just, just make it quick.
Yeah, and make sure you wash your hands.
I don't want piss all over my cards.
You know? Fuck you.
Go, go fuck yourself, you know?
Piece of shit.
(footsteps plodding)
Beer.
(bottle thudding)
I'm looking for someone.
(laughs) Oh, shit, everybody's
looking for someone today.
What does this look like,
the fucking lost and found?
They call him Mr. Gaines.
I hear he comes in here sometimes.
(footsteps plodding)
(brooding music)
I'm looking for someone named Mr. Gaines.
Do you know him?
Maybe.
(cards rustling)
How do you know Mr. Gaines?
I just need to tell him something.
Well, this is Mr. Gaines's bar,
and we work for Mr. Gaines.
You could tell us.
So you guys work for Mr. Gaines?
(cards thudding)
Matter of fact, we do.
[Dwight] Really?
What, you got a gift for him? (laughs)
(gunshots blasting)
(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
(water sloshing)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshot blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(hand thudding)
[Dwight] Keep the change.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
Mr. Gaines.
Uh, Mr. Gaines, this is Charley.
Someone just came into the
bar and shot four guys up.
They're dead.
He, he's wearing all black,
and he has a backpack full of guns.
Yeah, I'll take you out
to dinner, dancing tonight.
Oh, baby, you are too cute
to be working here tonight.
Well, I got to work.
Besides, being away will
make you want me more.
(phone buzzing)
- Yeah.
- Yeah, listen, hey.
There's a stranger in town.
His name's Dwight Olson.
Ya can't miss him.
He's dressed in black,
and he carries a backpack full of guns.
This son of a bitch
killed five of our crew.
I want you to wipe this
piece of shit off my shoe.
Okay, okay, I'm on it.
(phone thudding)
(sighs) All right, baby,
I got a job to do tonight,
looking for a stranger in black.
He's got a backpack full of hurt.
So if he comes around here, you call me,
and I'll beat his sorry ass.
I take care of my baby.
Mm, you sure do.
(mellow music)
Uh, uh, hey, Amanda.
We're closed.
Uh, Travis, Carol, and the
kids, they, uh, they say hello.
Message delivered.
Right.
Um, look, have you seen Will?
Haven't seen him.
Mom died.
Miss Emma died?
[Ryan] I have to tell Will.
She was the only decent
one in your family.
Ouch.
Yeah, everyone loved Mom.
Do you wanna sit down?
Yeah, thanks.
(Ryan exhales)
(chair rasping and creaking)
So everyone around
here calls him Hollywood.
But hey, Ryan.
Will's fallen on some hard times.
I sorta of got that, um,
but we've been through tough
times before, me and him.
(Ryan laughs)
I remember when he was just a skinny kid
from foster care when
he came to live with us,
me and him both getting bullied every day
until mom put us in
martial arts, of course.
We took care of those bullies.
But, um, Will,
he's, uh, he's all I got now.
God, I hope he's not,
I'm sure he's fine.
Hey, he used to have a little
place off Miller's Pike.
- Okay, Miller's Pike, yeah.
- You could try there, so-
- Yeah, uh-
- You could check there.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
So, um, I have to-
Right, right, um, you
should get back to that.
- Yeah.
- Uh,
hey, it was, uh, it was good seeing you.
Yep, mm-hmm.
Um, yeah.
Um.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
See ya.
See ya.
(suspenseful music)
What?
You pick on homeless guys now?
Is that, is this what we do?
This is what we do?
(foot thudding)
(victim grunting)
(fists and feet thudding)
(dramatic music)
Huh? You like that?
(head thudding)
Take that.
(fists and feet thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(body thudding)
(attacker groaning)
(fists and feet thudding)
Come on. You want some more?
Come on. Come on, badass.
Come on. I'm right here.
Yeah, that's right. Come on.
You want some, too?
Come on. I'm right here.
Oh, I want it all, brother.
- Ryan?
- It's me, man.
Oh, my God, Ryan, oh,
my God, man. (laughs)
Oh, my God, it's so good to see you.
Good to see you, man.
You look old as hell.
Hey, and you, you still
look strong as shit. (exhales)
You're sure don't smell like me.
Oh, come on, man.
Hey, it's so good to see you, man.
Dude, hey, come on in, man.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Make sure you take
your shoes off first, all right?
I'm not gonna do that.
(Will laughing)
Man, I like what you
did to the place, man.
God, so good to see you, brother.
Man, you too, man.
Hey, you came a long way,
right? You gotta be starving.
- No, I'm, I'm good.
- Let, let me fix-
- Will.
- You something.
I got you.
- I'm good, man.
- Hold on.
- Seriously.
Do you want, uh, how
about cream of mushroom?
- (sighs) Will.
- Or, uh, ah, ah,
SpaghettiOs, you used to, you used to-
- Hey.
- Love that as a kid.
Will, I'm good, I'm good.
Hey, um, I gotta tell you something.
(Ryan sighs)
There's no easy way to say this either.
Um, it's about mom.
She died, Will.
What?
About a week ago,
(solemn music)
The fucking cancer, man, it just
it got the best of her.
Oh, my God.
- I know.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Let me show you something.
(Ryan sniffs)
(paper rustling)
Look at that.
- (laughs) What?
- Look, look at that.
Where did you get this, man?
Such a long time ago.
We thought we were such bad asses, huh?
- How 'bout that?
- Oh, yes.
- Remember that?
- I remember that, man.
That's when I bought her the new car.
[Ryan] I remember, yeah.
She was so happy.
She was so, she was so proud, man.
I know.
(Ryan exhales)
Hey, uh, what do you say
we get you cleaned up, man,
hot shower, hot meal?
Yeah, yeah.
There's a motel that I passed,
uh, on the way over here.
- Yeah, I'd like-
- We should definitely go.
I'd like that, I'd like that.
There you go. Grab your stuff, man.
Yeah.
(plastic rustling)
(gentle music)
(pensive music)
- Hi.
- Hi.
We like two rooms, please.
Oh, sure, fill this out.
[Ryan] Sure.
(pen rasping)
(burp erupting)
- Oh, uh.
- That was a good one.
(Will laughs)
(pen rasping)
There you go.
$80, does that sound okay?
Yeah.
There you go.
(cash rustling)
(pensive music continues)
(keys clanking)
- Rooms six and seven.
- Okay, great, thanks.
You don't need to call a bell hop.
I think I can handle this. (laughs)
(phone beeping)
Hi, he's here.
The man in black is here,
and he's got that backpack.
Yeah, room six.
Oh, please hurry.
(door clattering)
(pensive music continues)
(bag thudding)
(pensive music continues)
(Will yawning)
(Will groaning)
(Will exhales)
(body thudding)
(Will grunts)
(curtain clattering)
(pensive music continues)
(water sloshing)
(Will exhales)
(pensive music continues)
(Ryan clears throat)
Hey, Travis, it's Ryan.
Yeah, man, I found him.
I don't know what everyone's
talking about, man.
He's just fine.
Yeah, he still gots it.
But, uh, I'll see you tomorrow, all right?
Okay, bye.
(pensive music continues)
(door clattering)
(pillow thudding)
(fighter grunting)
(knee thudding)
(fists and feet thudding)
(energetic music)
(body thudding)
- Come on.
- Go, go on, go.
Go get him, go get him.
(hands thudding)
(pensive music)
(energetic music)
(gunshots blasting)
Yeah, he's heading your way.
Come on. Head him off.
(pensive music)
(fists thudding)
(energetic music)
(gunshot blasting)
(fist thudding)
(body thudding)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
I like my shirt on you.
And I like my shirt off of you better.
(clothes rustling)
(phone buzzing)
What?
Hey, it's me.
Matt and his buddies are down,
and the shooter's still on the loose.
Well, shit, Bruiser, do
you know how hard it is
to get good, honest people to work for us?
You're slipping, Bruiser. You know what?
Maybe it's time for Alfredo to
move up in the organization.
Fuck Alfredo. I got this.
You better get this.
Come on, baby.
(door clattering)
Will.
(bag thudding)
Will.
(Will groaning)
Yo, man, wake up.
- Oh, why?
- Wake up, man, right now.
[Will] It's time to check out already?
Yes, yes, it is.
Hurry up, man. Let's go.
Come on. Hurry up.
Man, God, that bed's hard. (groans)
(birds chirping)
(water sloshing)
(air whooshing)
(Gaines exhales)
(birds chirping)
Oh, I love this cold, crisp air.
(exhales) It fills the lungs
and makes you feel alive.
Who are you talking to?
Oh, uh, that was the photographer.
Yeah, he wants to do another photo shoot.
Hmm.
You know, you should do a lingerie shoot.
That would sell.
Oh, thanks, you're so sweet.
Why don't you make us a hot toddy?
Yeah, sure, babe.
(birds chirping)
(phone beeping)
Dwight, yeah, you're causing
me a lotta trouble, pal.
You killed seven of my crew.
It was five. Who's the dumb-ass now?
It was seven, and I'm gonna chop you up
into seven fucking pieces.
It was five, Gaines.
Jeez, you got all that money.
You can't even count up to five.
Maybe you got dementia.
You know, my grandma had that once.
Poor grandma couldn't remember a thing.
You're a dead man,
Dwight, a fucking dead man.
(Gaines grunting)
(sword thudding)
(water sloshing)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding)
(mellow music)
(Ryan exhaling)
Oh, my God, you found him.
- Hey, Amanda.
- Hey, Hollywood.
How are you?
- Amanda.
Three guys just busted into my room
and started shooting at me.
Oh, shit.
I ran, but I shot someone.
- What?
- You what?
- Shit, Ryan, shit.
- Look.
One guy shot the other, I grabbed his gun,
and it sort of went off, and I shot him.
[Amanda] Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
I gotta call the cops.
No, no.
You do not wanna mess with
the cops in this town.
No, you sure don't.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I've been shot at, beat
up ever since I got
into this shitty little town.
Sh, do not call the cops.
Is there anywhere we could
hide till it gets dark?
Go hide in the office. It's right there.
Let's go.
What the?
(bartender chattering indistinctly)
Bruiser, you scared me.
Beer.
(bottle thudding and rasping)
Why so sad?
There's a stranger dressed in black.
He just shot up seven of our crew.
Seven? That's a lot.
Yeah. Mr. Gaines is pissed.
Yeah, I guess he would be.
So, spread the word.
Keep an eye out for a man
with a black backpack.
Yeah, yeah, of course,
anything you need.
(customers chattering indistinctly)
(exhales) Okay, well, things are slow,
so, uh, I'm gonna go home.
- Yeah, be careful.
- Okay.
(door clattering)
Hey, give me your bag.
(pensive music)
- My bag, why?
- Do you have a gun?
No.
You are in a lot of trouble.
Those guys that you shot up,
they worked for Mr. Gaines.
[Will] Oh, shit.
Look, they shot at me first.
It doesn't matter. They
worked for Mr. Gaines.
Who is Mr. Gaines?
Mr. Gaines owns this entire town.
He owns the police, all
the bars, all the drugs.
And, um, he was sort of my boyfriend.
[Will] Oh, shit.
Oh, nice.
Come on. You gotta go.
(Ryan sighs)
Come on.
(door clattering)
And that's the plan.
Everyone meets at the bank
tomorrow to seal the deal,
and it'll be called Will and Ryan's Dojo.
- Great.
- Yes.
Let's celebrate, hmm?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
What do you say we have a couple drinks?
- Oh.
- Um.
- I-
- Hey, Amanda,
you got anything besides, you know?
Um, yeah, but don't you
wanna be on your best?
'Cause tomorrow's a big day.
That's really how you
treat guests in your house?
Well, Hollywood, I mean, you know.
Will, come on.
Hey, she's already doing
us a huge favor, man.
Look, Call it a night.
- Look.
- I mean-
I, I just want a drink.
Is it really that much to ask, huh?
Who do you think you are, Mom?
Yeah.
- Yes.
(Will sighing)
You know what?
Maybe I'll just go to sleep.
Shit.
(Amanda sighs)
(box clattering)
(phone ringing)
Gonna answer that?
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Hi, Amanda.
I've been thinking about you.
Why don't you come over?
Uh, yeah, no, I don't think so.
Oh, come on. I miss you.
You know, Howie, Mr. Gaines,
that is in the past, and
now I manage the bar,
and I call you Mr. Gaines
just like everyone else.
Well, how about I come over there?
No, Howie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Gaines.
That is not gonna happen.
And besides, I know that
you have someone new,
and everybody says she's gorgeous.
[Gaines] Yeah, but it's not the same.
Listen, it is over.
It's not over until I say it's over.
Do you have someone over there?
Are you with someone?
You know I can find out.
You're with someone right now, aren't you?
You're fucking him right now, aren't you?
Get used to it. It's over.
(phone beeps)
(phone thudding)
[Ryan] Well, that went well.
You know what? Don't you judge me.
I'm not judging you, Amanda.
You know, some of us don't
have time to sit around
and wait for you to go off and
play army with your buddies.
That's not what I was doing, Amanda.
I had a life.
Yeah, you're, you're right.
We both lived our lives.
Then one day, you just wake up and realize
everything you have is just gone.
And you wish like hell you could get back
one small part of it.
(pensive music)
Whatever, I'm going to bed.
(footsteps plodding)
(door clattering)
(fist thudding)
Get up. What is this?
Where is my TV, Ryan?
Where is your brother?
Oh, no.
My grandmother's
necklace was in this dish.
(dish clanking)
What, what was all this,
just some kind of scam?
Of, of course not, no.
Get out.
Amanda, come on. Hey, come on.
- Get out.
- Let's talk about this.
Amanda, I'm serious. Let's talk.
(hands thudding)
You don't want me to call the police.
(door slamming)
(brooding music)
(backpack rustling)
(bag thudding)
- [Ryan] Will, wake up.
Will.
(Will moans)
Will, wake up.
- Ah, I'm up. (groans)
Where's Amanda's stuff?
How the hell should I know?
I just came to get some sleep.
You a fucking drunk and a thief, huh?
Come on, man. You don't do that to Amanda.
She's family.
- Stop whining.
No, wake up, man. Get up.
(foot thudding)
(Will grunting)
(feet shuffling)
Don't do anything stupid, man, Will.
(air whooshing)
(Will grunting)
Stupid.
Will, come on, man.
You not gonna wanna...
(air whooshing)
(Will grunting)
Come on, man. You're drunk.
Come on.
We'll go home, we'll talk about it,
and we'll sort it out, all right?
All right?
All right, come on, man.
Let's get outta here, all right?
(glass shattering)
(Will laughing)
(fists thudding)
(Will groaning)
(knee thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(air whooshing)
(both grunting)
(fist thudding)
(Will grunting)
(Will groaning)
(Will coughing)
Really?
- Oh, fuck.
- Come on, man.
Are you done?
(foot thudding)
(Ryan screams)
(body thudding)
(Will groaning)
Hey, man, I'm sorry man.
Will, come on. I'm sorry, man.
Come on. Let's go.
(saliva sputtering)
Come on.
Come on, man.
Let's prove all your skeptics wrong, man.
Those bullies in high
school, remember them?
The Collins Brothers, come on, man.
Me and you, let's do it again as brothers.
Fuck you, Ryan.
(feet shuffling)
All right.
(feet continue shuffling)
(bag rustling)
You know what, man?
Don't never say no one cared for ya,
'cause I always have, man.
I'm your fucking brother.
- Mm.
Can you say the same about me?
(Ryan sighs)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
(phone buzzing)
Oh, crap.
Hey, Travis.
Yeah, things are going great.
Um, hey, man, you're, you're cutting out.
I'll talk to you later?
All right, bye.
(Ryan sighs)
(mellow music)
Beer.
(brooding music)
(mellow music)
(bottle thudding)
I'm an old friend of Amanda.
Is she around?
No, not yet.
Where's the men's room?
Just there.
(mellow music continues)
(latch clicking)
(garbage clattering)
(mellow music continues)
(bag thudding)
(door clattering)
(broom rasping)
(door clattering)
(zipper whizzing)
The hell?
Hey, did you see the
guy that was just here?
- What?
- The guy that was just here,
did you see him?
- No.
Shit.
(broom clattering)
(brooding music)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps plodding)
(zipper whizzing)
(clothes rustling)
That's not him.
That's him.
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(fists thudding)
(gun clanking)
(knee thudding)
(fighter grunting)
(air whooshing)
(fists thudding)
(fighter grunting)
(gunshots blasting)
(door squeaking)
(gunshots blasting)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(fighter gasping)
(footsteps plodding)
(gun clanking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(body thudding)
(Ryan sighs)
Oh, my God, Ryan.
Amanda, just listen to me.
(zipper whizzing)
These belong to the guy that
everybody's looking for.
Oh, my God.
His bag got swapped with mine somehow
when I was in the restroom.
You know what?
You always get yourself mixed
up in the strangest shit.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry
for what Will did, okay?
Fuck.
First, I lose mom. Now, I lose Will.
Fuck.
- Hey.
I'm sorry, too.
I know you would never rip me off.
Look, I'm gonna sell
these guns, all right?
I'm gonna pay you back
for all the trouble.
And, uh, do you know anyone
that might wanna buy them?
You need to get rid of them,
and I have the perfect
person for you to see.
- Amanda.
- Yes.
Please be serious.
I am literally getting
shot at every single time
I stick my head out the door.
I'm serious.
Listen, he's the local gun
dealer. Everyone knows him.
He's safe, okay?
If I tell him I know
you, will I get a discount?
(fist thudding)
Ow, you still gotta work on that punch.
(fists thudding)
Hey, don't get hurt.
(lips smacking)
(pensive music)
It's not safe here.
Meet me back at my place.
- Nice flowers.
- Thanks.
The janitor found 'em in the men's room.
[Ryan] Course, he did.
(determined music)
(Gaines grunting)
(air whooshing)
(Gaines continues grunting)
(air continues whooshing)
Bruiser, did you find our little friend?
We see him everywhere.
Plus, he's got this kung
fu jujitsu shit going on.
And he's hard to catch.
You know, Bruiser, lately,
everything you do is hard.
We'll keep trying.
Well, you're damn
right you'll keep trying.
This son of a bitch
thinks he can come up here
and bust my balls?
Well, I got a little surprise for him.
I want you to get all our
guys, all of our guys,
and you cover this town
from one end to the other.
Whoever brings me that son
of a bitch gets 10 large.
Now go fucking get him.
(phone thudding)
(Gaines sighs)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music intensifies)
(pensive music continues)
(hand knocking)
(footsteps plodding)
(latch clicking)
(gentle music)
- Hey,
- Hey.
Take this.
No, Ryan.
It's all yours.
It's for all the trouble I've caused.
It's all good.
It's, it's too much. I can't.
It's not, really. I insist.
(hand knocking)
(latch clicking)
- Will?
- Will?
(sniffs) Ryan, Ryan.
[Ryan] What are you're doing, man?
I'm so sorry.
You came all this way
to tell me about Mom.
And all you've done is show me kindness
since you've been here.
[Ryan] Hey, it's hard.
And there's so little left in the world.
And you're family. It's everything.
You're my brother.
You're all I've got.
And Amanda, I'm sorry about your TV.
- It's okay.
- You deserve so much better.
No, it's okay.
You don't know how hard it is, you guys.
- Hey.
- You have no idea
how hard it is.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You've got people who care about you.
You do. We're here.
We love you.
(Will sniffing)
(gentle music continues)
(Will sobbing)
[Ryan] You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.
(hand thudding)
[Will] Okay, Ryan.
(hand thudding)
[Ryan] There you are. There you go.
Yeah.
I know.
And I promise, starting
today, starting right now.
Fresh start.
- Yeah.
- I promise.
- I bet.
- It's good to have you back.
Can I use your bathroom?
Course, it's upstairs.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
It'll be okay, man.
(pensive music)
(door clattering)
(gun clanking)
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
(pensive music continues)
(phone buzzing)
(feet shuffling)
Hey, did you miss me?
I'd watch my back if I were you, Dwight.
I've got my whole crew after you.
Your crew's pathetic.
Where the fuck did you
even get these clowns?
You're slipping, Howie, really slipping.
I'm gonna do you a favor.
I'm gonna teach you how to count to seven,
and I'm gonna kill seven of
your best men before I kill you.
This is getting fun.
(phone clanking)
- Fucker.
(footsteps plodding)
(plastic rustling)
- Hey.
- Hey.
So do you want ham or beef?
Uh, both.
[Amanda] Hmm, okay.
Hey, um, why don't you come with us?
[Amanda] Are you offering me a job?
Well, we could use someone
with management experience.
You want me to beg you?
Yes, I do. Please beg.
Okay.
Please, please, please, Amanda.
- Mm.
- Oh, please, please.
Okay, fine, but keep begging.
- Please.
- Dude.
You okay?
- Yep.
And she's coming to work with us.
Really? Oh, hell yeah.
Cleveland won't be the same with Big Ryan
and Hollywood back in town, huh?
(Will laughing)
(plastic rustling)
Hey, Will, promise me no drama.
Me?
You know I only do
action, right, no dramas?
(Amanda laughing)
Promise.
Promise.
Okay, here you go.
(paper rustling)
[Ryan] Thank you.
- Stay safe.
- Promise.
Okay.
(paper rustling)
[Ryan] All right.
(lips smacking)
- You stay safe, too.
- Always.
[Amanda] Mm.
(paper rustling)
[Ryan] Bye.
(cash rustling)
(pensive music)
Is this everything from Kane's?
Yeah.
'Cause last week he was short.
He was.
(cash rustling)
(phone buzzing)
Wait.
Hey, Amanda, you coming over?
No, I'm calling to
tell you I'm quitting.
What?
I'm giving you my two weeks' notice.
You're seeing someone, aren't you?
You're fucking someone, aren't you?
I knew it.
You know what? That is
none of your business.
I'll take care of your bar,
and then I'm outta here.
Fuck.
(phone thudding)
(hand thudding)
(cash thudding)
Cunt.
(pensive music)
(footsteps plodding)
Whoa, whoa.
You see that guy back there?
Careful.
That's Bruiser, Mr. Gaines's foreman.
- Bruiser?
- Yeah.
That's the son of a
bitch that's after me.
Ugh.
We better go back that way.
- All right.
(pensive music continues)
Okay, everyone listen up.
I want you to look around you.
You see Bruno?
No, because he's dead.
Do you see Lou or Sam?
No, because they're dead.
Look over there.
You see that blood over there?
That's Johnny's blood, our Johnny's blood.
He was killed right there.
And the son of a bitch
that killed Johnny say
he's gonna kill each one of you.
(henchmen grumbling)
Not a chance.
He's dressed in black
and has a black backpack full of guns.
He's a psycho.
Now Mr. Gaines wants him bad.
Whoever brings me this son
of a bitch will get $5,000.
[Henchman] Yeah, all right.
Now get outta here.
Come on. Let's go.
(pensive music)
(panel clanking)
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(assailant groaning)
(gunshots blasting)
(assailant screaming)
(gunshot blasting)
Come on, Will.
(footsteps plodding)
Come on, shit.
(engine humming)
There it goes, man, the
last bus to Cleveland.
We just missed it.
We can get the next one, okay?
All right, we gotta find
a place to lay low, man,
stay out some trouble, man.
Let's go.
- All right.
(footsteps plodding)
(Will exhales)
(door clattering)
How's this?
- It's fine.
- Oh, man.
- Are you hungry?
Always.
Uh, that was a dumb question.
(paper rustling)
What you got? Yeah, beautiful.
(paper rustling)
(pensive music continues)
You know, man, you stopped calling.
You stopped coming to
visit for the holidays.
You know, I used to be Will Storm,
the human hurricane.
Now? (laughs)
You know, I, I used to think
I, I, I can make a comeback.
People love them.
Happens all the time, you know?
(sighs) Not with me.
Come on, man.
We've been through tough times before.
We'll get through this.
You were always the good seed.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music)
(dumpster clanging)
Hey, Ryan.
- Yeah.
- You all right?
Yeah, you?
Yeah, I'm good.
(gunshots blasting)
(dramatic music continues)
Oh, I gotta give me one of those.
Oh, I hear you.
(gunshot blasting)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(Will gasping)
(hands thudding)
(glass shattering)
(body thudding)
(feet shuffling)
[Will] Come on.
Shit.
(footsteps plodding)
Hey, brother, get up, man, get up.
Fuck.
He's in the warehouse by the bus station.
All right, let's go.
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
Hey, what do you got left?
(gun clanking)
Two in the clip, one in the barrel.
You?
- One and one.
Okay, hey, Will, I'm sorry
I got you into this, man.
Man, we don't have time for that.
Hey, let's head to the
other side of the building,
all right?
Nah, I got a better idea.
Give me your gun.
- What?
- Just give me your gun.
Come on.
(footsteps plodding)
[Ryan] What are you doing?
I'm not going back with you.
- What?
- (laughs) I can't.
I'm Will fucking Storm. Don't you get it?
Will, you live in a fucking tent, man.
We can start all over.
- No, nah, we can't.
No, and thanks to you, I
can't stay here either.
Man, give me the gun.
- No.
- Give me the gun, Will.
No, don't worry, don't worry.
I've done this before, all right, huh?
Haven't you seen, haven't
you seen my movies?
I play, ah, I play this role perfectly.
I'm gonna hold 'em off,
I'm gonna hold 'em off.
You fucking run, okay?
Will, this isn't a fucking movie, man.
No. (gasping)
(bullet whizzing)
This is the way I want it.
No.
(gun thudding)
No.
(gunshots blasting)
(pensive music)
(guns thudding)
(body thudding)
(Ryan whimpering)
(hand thudding)
(Ryan grunting)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
Stop.
I want this one.
Put him in my truck.
(fist thudding)
(body thudding)
(door clattering)
All right, let's do
what we did last week.
Ready?
(Gaines grunts)
(fist thudding)
(fighters grunting)
Slow down. Remember?
Slow, control.
- I got it.
(leaves rustling)
(air whooshing)
Come on.
(grunts) Dammit.
You're anticipating.
You anticipate, you're gonna lose.
- I got it, I got it.
- Okay?
- I got it.
- All right.
Slow it down.
- Let's go.
Try again.
(fist thudding)
(fighters grunting)
Not bad.
(fist thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
Jeez.
You keep anticipating.
That's why you fell for it.
Got it?
- Yeah, I got it.
All right, calm down.
(Gaines grunting)
(dramatic music)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
You see? Come on.
Dammit.
(Gaines grunting)
[Teacher] What are we doing here?
Relax.
- I got it.
I'm relaxed.
[Teacher] All right.
(fists and feet thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
Jesus.
I don't pay you to punch me in the nose.
[Teacher] Well, you don't pay me
to fight like an idiot either.
Are you calm, or are you done?
Yes.
- All right.
- I'm calm.
Let's work on the blocks,
just like I showed you.
All right?
Here we go.
(fists thudding)
(fighters grunting)
That's it, that's it.
- Like that?
- Yep, that's it.
(bone cracking)
(teacher screams)
(foot thudding)
(fist thudding)
(leaves rustling)
When the student defeats the master,
it's time to get a new master.
You're done.
(brooding music)
(leaves rustling)
Come on, come. I got him.
Well, let's go. It's about fucking time.
(birds chirping)
(pensive music continues)
(tailgate clattering)
There he is.
- Who's that?
- That's him,
Dwight Olson, the one
with the black backpack.
That's not him.
Come on.
Are you trying to cheat
me outta the 10 thou?
I know the man well,
Bruiser, and that is not him.
(phone ringing)
What?
'Cause that's him, you dumbfuck.
Now get rid of that piece of
shit and go find the right guy.
Man, what an asshole.
(phone buzzing)
(pensive music continues)
- Yep.
- Your silly game
is messing up our human capital.
Oh, please, you're such a girly girl.
Look, just stick with our plan,
and everything will be fine.
Okay, okay.
You know, baby, I've been in
prison for a very long time.
It's been a while.
You going to wear something sexy for me?
Yeah, I've got something
special picked out just for you.
(Dwight laughs)
(leaves crunching)
(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)
(doors clattering)
(body rasping)
(doors clattering)
(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(peels thudding)
(feet shuffling)
What?
The fuck are you doing, man?
Bitch.
(pensive music)
(feet shuffling)
(photo rustling)
(pensive music continues)
(Ryan sighs)
(photo rustling)
(clothes rustling)
(tent rustling)
(zipper whizzing)
(determined music)
(footsteps plodding)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(fighter gasping)
(hands thudding)
(body thudding)
(fighter grunting)
Where is he, Bruiser?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
- Where's Bruiser?
I don't know, I don't know, man.
Where is he?
He hangs out at the Shamrock Motel, man.
He's sweet on a girl there, Missy.
Her name's Missy.
(footsteps plodding)
(brooding music)
You know, you two,
you made such a great
team back in the day.
You had the connections,
and he had the muscle.
But I mean, you never respected him.
You never appreciated what he could do.
So you set him up, and he went to prison.
Yeah, and somebody pulled
some strings and got him out.
And I'm gonna find out who it was.
(laughs) Dwight is like a bull.
He doesn't stop.
Prison couldn't stop him.
All your goons can't stop him.
(laughs) All your money can't stop him.
There's only one way to stop a bull.
You need a partner.
You need me.
(pensive music)
(lips smacking)
I'll take care of it.
I know how to stop a bull.
(footsteps plodding)
(mellow banjo music)
So you're, you got this.
Okay.
This is the monthly paper inventory.
- Right.
- And they come
the third of every month.
- Okay.
- Well,
if Mr. Gaines pays the bill, so-
Hey, did you hear
that Hollywood is dead?
Good, I hate that place.
No, no, not that place, I'm talking
about Mr. Hollywood, Will Storm.
What did you say?
Everybody's talking about it.
They took some other guy
up to Mr. Gaines for an ass beating.
Uh, here, I have to, I
have to make a phone call.
I'd hate an ass beating.
(customers laughing)
(customers chattering indistinctly)
[Automated Voice] Your call
cannot be completed as dialed.
Please check the number.
(gun clanking)
[Dwight] Put the phone down.
Dwight.
- Hey, Amanda.
- Hmm.
It's been a while.
Not long enough. What do you want?
We're just gonna take a
little trip to see Mr. Gaines.
I see that he's still hard for you, baby,
and not gonna take any risk with me.
Let's go.
Fine, he has something I
want, and I want it back.
(chair clattering)
(suspenseful music)
(Ryan gasping)
I want Bruiser. Call him.
(Ryan breathing heavily)
(phone ringing)
- Hey, sweetie.
- Hi, honey.
You listen up, you
worthless sack of shit.
You get your ass over to the motel
and get your ass beat in front
of your woman like a man.
[Bruiser] Who is this?
Tell him.
Hey, honey, it's him,
the man doing all the
shooting and killing.
You get your punk ass over here.
(determined music)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
Oh, hell, not you, you
caused us enough trouble.
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(fists and feet continue thudding)
Do you know where Gaines lives?
Yes.
(fist thudding)
(body thudding)
- Let's go.
- Oh, my God, yes.
(footsteps plodding)
(engine humming)
That was amazing,
I mean, really amazing.
You just dunno what that does to a girl.
Do you have a girlfriend?
(engine humming)
(pensive music)
(gunshots blasting)
Mm, all this business with
Dwight has got me worked up.
Don't worry. We've got this.
(gunshot blasting)
Everything's gonna be fine,
just fine.
Right.
(footsteps plodding)
Dwight, this is not gonna work.
Shut up.
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
[Dwight] I told you I
would find you, Gaines.
Yes, you did, Dwight.
You sure did.
Now what are you gonna do?
You give me the rest
of the money you owe me,
or little girl over here is dead.
You're such a dumb-ass, Dwight.
Do you really think shooting her
is gonna get you your money?
Here, shoot her too.
Stop messing with me.
You wanna shoot me? Let's go.
(tense music)
(door clattering)
Will that get you your money?
Don't you get it?
You're not getting your money.
[Dwight] Oh, well.
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
You're such a dumb-ass.
(door rasping)
(footsteps plodding)
- Ryan,
- Amanda.
Oh, my God. Will?
Him, the night we were on the phone,
you, you were with him?
You reject me for this piece of shit?
[Gaines] I told you it's over.
And I told you it's not over
until I say it's over.
(bones cracking)
(Gaines groaning)
Hands off.
(foot thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
You're the reason why my brother's dead,
and you're gonna pay.
Well, it looks like the
new boyfriend wants to play.
(sword clattering)
(sword clanging)
Let's play, cowboy.
(fighters grunting)
(sword whooshing)
(sword thudding)
(glass shattering)
(foot thudding)
(dramatic music)
(sword thudding)
(air whooshing)
(feet thudding)
(air whooshing)
(body thudding)
(dishes shattering)
(air whooshing)
(fighters grunting)
(head thudding)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
You forget something?
(sword clanging)
(metal clanging)
(fighters grunting)
(rod thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(body thudding)
(air whooshing)
(metal clanging)
(foot thudding)
(body thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(rod thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(metal clanging)
(rod thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(handle thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
Don't bleed on my floor.
(air whooshing)
(metal clanging)
(rod thudding)
(dramatic music continues)
(metal clanging)
(fighters grunting)
(air whooshing)
(fighters grunting)
(foot thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(sword thudding)
Come on. Let's go.
I'm gonna wipe the floor with your face.
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
Come on.
(air whooshing)
(dramatic music continues)
(foot thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(air whooshing)
(fist thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(fists and feet thudding)
(fighters grunting)
(table clattering)
(Ryan groaning)
(foot thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(fist thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
(body thudding)
[Gaines] You come to my house, pal.
(fist thudding)
(Ryan groaning)
Stop it. You're killing him.
You wanna join him?
(hands smacking)
(Amanda screams)
Ya whore.
(fists thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
(knee thudding)
(Gaines groaning)
(glass shattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(Ryan gasping)
Ryan, you're hurt.
(dramatic music)
No.
(gunshots blasting)
(body thudding)
And who's the dumb-ass now? (laughs)
You thought I was just
some cute little bitch
you could fuck and throw away.
Oh, you taught me a lot, Howie.
But, um, you forgot the most
important lesson of all.
Take care of your own business.
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music)
- Are you okay?
- Are you okay?
I love you.
- I love you, too.
Aw, you do have a girlfriend.
All the good ones are taken.
(Ryan exhales)
- Hey.
- Hey, that it?
Yeah.
- Doesn't seem like much.
- We have what we need.
All right.
Hey, you drive.
(keys jangling)
(bag rasping)
(pensive music continues)
(brooding music)
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Yeah, no, (laughs) Mr. Gaines
is no longer in business.
Yeah, it was a terrible tragedy.
How can I help you sweetheart?
Yeah, okay, my guys will be
at the Nelson Street warehouse
in about 30 minutes.
I like the sound of your voice,
and we should do business
again sometime. (laughs)
(phone clanking)
(fingers tapping)
Okay, Mrs. Phillips,
your son is all registered
for the Friday class at 5:00.
You're welcome. I'm glad
we could get him in, too.
Oh, yeah, he's gonna love it.
See you soon.
(Amanda exhales)
I swear this phone has not
stopped ringing all morning.
- That is a good thing.
- I know.
It, it, see?
(phone ringing)
It's Mr. Mueller from the bank.
Oh. (sighs)
- You should take it.
- Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Hey, Mr. Mueller, how's
the money business?
Sure, how old is your son?
- Hey, not Friday.
- When would you like
to have him come in, Friday?
- Not Friday.
- What time?
- We're full.
- 3:00 PM?
- No, empty no.
- All right.
We'll see you Friday at 3:00.
[Amanda] We're full on Friday.
Thanks, bye.
- Ryan.
- Hey, you said
never turn business away.
(door clattering)
(Amanda sighs)
(determined music)
All right, everybody back to work.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, 10,
11, 12, 13, 14, 15,
16, 17, 18, 19.
(determined music continues)
(determined music continues)
Hey, Dwight, some people,
wanna (laughs) sorry.
I want you to find this piece of shit,
and I want you to wipe
him off my fucking shoe.
I got the line wrong.
Sorry, Lisa, what?
Okay.
(tongue fluttering)
(crew laughing)
(footsteps plodding)
(wind rustling)
[Will] Oh, it's hot. Ah,
you're trying to burn me.
Whoo, whoa, shit.
[Crew] Phone call, you
got a fucking phone call.
I don't have a phone.
Oh, sorry.
- Cut.
- All right.
(grunts) Shit.
[Amanda] Get out.
(bag clattering)
Come on.
We'll go back. We'll talk about it.
Everything, we gonna, we, we
gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(latch clicking)
Shit.
(lock clattering)
(Amanda laughs)
(Ryan laughs)
One second.
(door clattering)
(gunshots blasting)
[Crew] Now you get out the way.
What do you have left?
[Will] Hmm, motherfucker.
(crew laughing)
It has been a while.
Uh, fuck, I'm sorry.
Can I say that one more time? My bad.
[Crew] Jerry, do you have lines?
No, I just ignore her.
(both laughing)
(foot thudding)
(Gaines grunting)
[Amanda] No.
- Oh.
- Sorry, I had safety on.
Now Mr. Gaines wants him dead.
I said that wrong.
Fuck.
(hand thudding)
(cash thudding)
(cash rustling)
- Cut.
- I almost said a bad word.
- That's a fast round.
- Straight.
- Oh.
- That's a fast pellet.
- Holy.
- Yeah, it went through.
- This side.
- Yeah, I felt it.
- Straight right-
- I felt right here.
[Crew] Okay, can we
turn it so it doesn't look
like it was shot through
and then try it again
now that it's a little bit-
- Oh, no.
- No, no.
- No.
- Whoa, whoa.
We really screwed that one up.
(crew laughing)