In a Cold Vein (2025) Movie Script
1
Fuck. Fuck.
- What is it?
- Look at this.
Oh, shit!
Fuck, you got any bandages?
Uh, I don't know.
Try under the seat.
It stings.
- What, the cat get you?
- Yeah.
I was trying to move
the little bastard.
Scratched the shit out of me.
Yeah, I threw it out
the front door and he ran off.
Good, I hope
the coyotes get him.
Any rubbing alcohol?
Yeah, yeah, that's it there.
Thank God.
You gotta be careful.
Keep an eye on that.
Cat scratch fever's no joke.
Ah! Motherfucker!
-He's up.
-What?
Oh, dude, I told you
we didn't give him enough.
Whatever.
We're almost there anyway.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?
You said turn left
at Cedar Lane.
- No, I didn't!
- Yes, you did!
Look, it doesn't matter.
It's the same direction anyway.
Hey! Knock that off!
Dude, do you mind?
I'm a little busy up here.
Just get him.
- I'll get the shovels.
- Go ahead.
You fucking serious?
This, I don't have need.
Come here. Hey!
Make this easy on all of us,
will you?
Put those shovels down
and help me get him out of here.
Useless fucking...
Motherfucker, get over here!
Fucking son of a bitch,
come here!
Motherfucker!
-Fuck, man.
-Son of a...
Here, put the fucking
shovels down, get his body.
-I'll get his legs.
-Take this. Fuck.
-One, two, three. Go.
-Will you fucking move?
-He's fucking heavy.
-Wait, wait, wait. Shit!
-What is that? Did you see that?
-What, am I blind?
-Go, go, go, go.
-Let's go. Put him back.
Fuck. Who the fuck is that?
-Come on...
-Get in there!
-Go, go!
-Fuck, man.
Get the fuck in there.
-Close it.
-Shut up.
Your mask!
Fuck! Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You stop and I stop.
You stop, I stop.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on now.
Hey!
-Hey.
-Hey, do you--
Do you know when they close
the gate over there?
Sorry?
Uh, the entrance.
Yeah, we leave it open
in the offseason.
Okay, we're just having
a little car trouble.
Okay.
Fucking hell.
Yeah, hey, it's Phil. Uh...
No, that's why I'm calling.
I can't-- There's someone here.
It's like a ranger or something.
Or wait, hold on.
Okay, someone's picking her up.
I don't know. Um...
No, we can't.
No, we can't use it anymore
because she saw the fucking van.
She saw the-- She saw the plate,
she saw my face.
No, because I didn't...
I didn't want to look suspicious
so I took it off.
-Who are you talking to?
-Who do you think?
-What does he want us to do?
-Will you give me a second?
All right.
Uh, no, sorry, that was Steve.
Shit, um...
Okay. Uh...
No, no, no.
No, yeah, Ronnie got the kid.
There's no issue there.
But where do we take him?
Hey, you want me
to rip your balls off this?
Uh, maybe by the lake?
Okay, I'll call you after.
Um, all right. Okay. Bye.
What the fuck?
This fucking guy won't quit.
- Where the fuck is my son?
- Oh, my gosh.
-You bastard!
-What did he say?
He said we have to take him
somewhere else.
Fine, let's get the fuck
out of here.
-I know some spots.
-What, by the cliff?
Hey.
Hey, what did I say?
Don't make me come back there.
Fucking...
Shit, I think she's here
to call the cops.
Do fucking something!
Hey, what's going on in there?
What-- What's that?
What's going on?
Oh, yeah.
We hit a deer on the way over,
and I think it kind of fucked up
the engine a little bit.
You want us to call AAA?
No, that's okay.
I mean, I think
it's kind of calming down.
Should be enough to get home.
Thanks, though.
All right.
Good luck.
Thanks.
-Come on, let's go.
-What'd you do?
Fucking taped a bag
over his head.
You're gonna clean up
all that fucking blood.
Yeah, obviously.
Fuck you.
What are you going to do?
Wanna take him to the marina?
The marina?
- What?
- Way too many people.
No, man, it's offseason.
There's no one up there.
No, no, no.
Damn, take it easy.
Well, what?
You got a better spot?
Uh, yeah. Why not the pit?
What pit? Which pit?
The pit by Coyote Alley.
Yeah, all right.
-What are you doing?
You're not gonna fill it?
-No, one's all I need.
What? What the fuck
are you talking about?
It's, you know,
like I got one shot, one chance.
It helps me focus, all right?
It's worked so far.
Hey, assholes,
take this off of me.
That's the stupidest thing
I've ever heard.
Take this thing off of me.
-What is he saying?
-Who cares?
Was that your stomach?
Yeah, man, I'm fucking starving.
Did you not eat before you came?
- I forgot.
- Dude, I told you.
Can we just pull over
and get some chips or something?
- No.
- You're both fucking dead!
I will get carsick
if I don't have anything
in my stomach.
That's not my fault.
You should have eaten before you came.
Fuck. Look, there's a diner
by the pit.
We can go there afterward.
Just you wait
once my brother finds out.
You're so fucking dead.
He's gonna rip
your fucking balls off.
All right, we got it.
If I let you talk for a second,
will you shut the fuck up?
-What are you doing?
-What? Who's he gonna tell?
- No one's gonna...
- What? Don't--
Where's my son?
-You got a kid?
-Where is he?!
Hey, relax!
If I find out you touched
one hair on his head...
What, what, what?
What are you gonna do?
You have no idea
how fucked you both are.
Oh, yeah?
You have any idea
who my brother is, huh? Huh?
Brother? No, should I?
You can still turn this around.
Stop the car, take me home,
and have Jack
waiting for me, okay?
I will keep my mouth shut.
I swear to God
Bruce never finds out.
Huh? What is he, a cop?
Bruce O'Reilly.
Who?
He loves Jack like a son.
Once he finds out,
no one is off limits.
You understand that?
He is relentless.
Yeah, you know what?
I'm not too worried about it.
- No, me neither.
- Do you understand?
You both are fucking dead! Huh?
I think we're gonna be okay.
Hey, look, look. Hey, look.
Don't worry about it.
Ray Ray's really good with kids.
You motherfucker! Fuck you!
-I swear to God...
-Get the fuck back!
Oh, my...
Shit!
Fuck you!
Steve, you got him?
- Fuck you!
- You got him?
Yeah.
Fuck!
What the--
I threw blankets on him.
He's fine.
Blankets? Shit.
-What an asshole.
-Yeah.
Pull him up.
Fucking pull him up!
-Son of a...
-Come on!
Get the fuck up!
Look, just shoot him,
we'll kick him off.
-Shit.
-What?
-I left my gun on the dash.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
All right, well, hurry up!
Just go get it!
Fuck! Ah! Shit!
Shit!
-Did you get him?
-Yeah, yeah.
Is that him?
I don't know.
Wait, look at that.
That's gotta be his blood.
I mean, do you
see him down there?
I mean...
I don't think it really matters.
-What? How so?
-You shot him.
He's rolling down the hill,
he's hitting trees and rocks.
Ain't anybody surviving that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah. What?
I mean, did you see
where I got him?
No, I was getting my gun.
Did you not get him?
No, I mean, I'm pretty...
-I'm pretty sure I got...
-You're pretty sure?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got him.
How did you miss him?
He was right in front of you.
It was fucking--
It all happened so fast.
Look, if your gun
was in the fucking car--
Oh, so it's my fault
that you can't shoot for shit?
Yes! Yes, it's your...
If you hadn't forgotten it,
you could have popped him in
the back when he lunged at me.
Jesus.
I mean, do you...
Should we go down
and look for him?
No, and break my fucking neck?
No, thank you.
Well, what do you want to do?
The way I see it,
it doesn't matter.
-There's no way
he's surviving that.
-You think?
Yeah, man. He's bound up.
He'll hit us some shit
and maybe just bleed out.
Yeah, well, I mean, that's true.
Or die of dehydration
in a couple days.
Or a coyote gets him.
Yeah, man.
And look, it doesn't matter.
-You fucking got him.
-Yeah.
-You got him.
-Yeah.
All right, come on, man.
Let's go hit that diner.
-Yeah.
-Call Marco after we eat.
Give him some suspense.
Fuck.
I mean, I must have--
I must have got him.
-You got him.
-Yeah, I got him.
I got him.
All right, I'm driving.
Where are you headed?
Back into town.
Why don't you hop on in?
Okay. Thanks.
Name's Chuck.
Dean.
Can I use your phone?
I don't got one.
You have anything to drink?
No, thanks.
Is there water in there?
There is.
You ever heard of asking?
Can I have some of this water?
"Please"?
Please.
Yeah, there's a little bit left.
This one...
is my happy juice.
And it ain't for sharing.
So how does he look?
-Excuse me?
-The other dude.
The dude that kicked your ass.
How does he look?
Oh, uh, yeah.
Man, I can't remember
the last time
I took a punch
to the face like that.
It's not so bad.
Yeah, well, don't get me wrong.
Man, anybody
fucks with me like that...
Comes down to it,
I do know
how to make them squeal.
Yeah, I bet.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
Whoo!
Oh, man.
So, uh, you got a woman
or anything, Dean?
Yeah, I'm married.
That's too bad.
What do you mean?
Shit, I don't know.
A handsome fella like you?
Probably get any pussy you want,
I imagine.
Yeah, I don't know about that.
All right, brother,
come on now, don't be...
all modest on me here.
Yeah, I guess.
Son of a bitch.
Goddamn.
Piece of shit.
It always does that.
What's your wife's name?
Darla.
Double D, Darla, huh?
Doesn't this head south?
Hey, where are you going?
Just gotta make a little stop
over by the 81.
81?
You said you'd take me
back into town.
And I will.
Just got a little business
I need to take care of first.
If you don't mind.
Now?
It's the middle of the night.
Hey! This is gonna take us
like an hour out of the way!
What the fuck you doing, son?
Get out!
No. No, please.
Get the fuck out of my truck.
Please, wait, please, please.
-You don't understand.
-Before I start swinging.
-Just please, please! No!
-Five, four,
-Just one second.
-...three...
My son is missing!
My son is missing!
Please!
Your son?
What do you mean, he's missing?
He was in his bedroom
when I was taken away.
And I-I-I don't know
what's happened to him.
I need to just make sure
that he's okay, please.
Taken away?
I guess, uh,
all of this has something
to do with that, huh?
Well, I figured that you got
in a bar fight
back in El Campo or something.
You ain't shitting me, are you?
No, no. Look, I swear to God.
You ain't shitting me.
Thank you.
Hey, man, sorry about that.
It's fine.
You just ought not be messing
with a man's truck like that,
you know?
I just don't like people messing
with my shit, that's all.
So, uh...
So you got yourself
a little boy, huh?
Jack.
All right.
Well, how old is he?
He's just turned nine.
Oh, yeah, that's a fun age.
So, what, does he look
more like you or...
Double D?
I think he looks more like me.
But everyone says
he looks like Bruce.
Like what?
Sorry, my brother.
Well? Does he?
-Does he what?
-Does he look like Bruce?
No, I don't see it.
Hmm.
He's way smarter
than I was at his age.
-He's already reading novels.
-Is that so, huh?
He makes me act out the voices
every night with him before bed.
Well, that must be
irritating as fuck.
It's my favorite part
of the day.
How much longer, you think?
Not much longer.
Son of a Christ.
-Did you see that?
-Yeah.
They were going a little fast.
A little?
What are you doing?
Goddamn Yankees think
they own the road around here.
Hey. Hey, it's okay.
They're too far ahead.
Yeah, well, not for long.
You're gonna blind them.
They'd better hope that's all
I do to their Yankee asses.
What do you mean?
Hey. Hey, let me out here.
How do you like that,
motherfucker?!
Chuck...
-Chuck, hey, drop me off here.
-Whoo-hoo!
Hey, just drop me off here.
Chuck, hey,
drop me off here, okay?
No more stops, Dean.
Hey, just let me out!
Chuck.
You got any Pepto?
Man, I told you,
you shouldn't have
gotten that pie.
Yeah, well, it was half off.
You knew what was half...
It was half off because it was
sitting out all day.
Yeah, so?
So, if you don't buy that pie,
you know where it goes?
Straight in the trash can.
Okay, what's your point?
My point is,
if you eat garbage pie,
you're gonna feel like shit.
You know, that coffee's
not good for you, either.
I'm tired.
What the fuck?
What?
You didn't lock your door?
So?
Did you leave something
in the fucking glove box, too?
Oh, shit.
Yeah, exactly.
Look, man,
I'll let it slide this time
because you're hungry and tired,
but you gotta really,
really, really start
keeping the peace
on you all the time.
Oh, come on, man.
-Are you serious?
-What?
You're not gonna buy
a necklace online
without actually holding it
in your hand, are you?
-They got good prices.
-Dude.
The amount of times that shit
gets damaged in shipping,
I mean, the package company
doesn't care.
What's the return policy on it?
-I don't know.
-What?
Don't...
Don't do that, man.
If you're gonna spend
that kind of money,
you really need
to cover yourself,
just in case they fuck it up.
What's it for?
My daughter's birthday.
Oh, yeah?
What number?
Sixteen.
Really?
Wow.
That's cool, man.
Congratulations.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
-Get that, get that!
-Oh, shit. Okay!
-Oh, my God!
-Where'd it go?
Dude, down there!
It's gonna stain!
-I can't see!
-Pick it up!
-Fine!
-Clean it! Oh, my...
-What are you doing?
-You said get it!
You stupid fuck!
There's like 30 moving blankets
back there!
You grab one of those.
Use my mask? Are you kidding?
Fuck, dude!
Fuck!
I told you
you didn't need that coffee.
Yeah, whatever, man.
I... I shouldn't have called you
stupid, man, all right?
-It's fine.
-I...
I'm trying to...
I'm trying to say I'm sorry.
Yeah, just forget about it.
-Dude, what is with you?
-I'm gassed, man.
We should have just
shot that dude in his house,
and then it all
would have been done with.
No! Dude, are you serious?
Do you have any idea
how hard it is
to get every little bit of DNA
out of the mattress,
out of the carpet,
out of the fucking walls?
No way.
This is way better.
Mother Nature
does all the cleanup.
-Trust me, man.
-Whatever.
- It's a long light.
- Why don't you just go?
-Because it's red.
-No one's coming for miles.
I... I don't run red lights,
man.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Put it in park.
-Put it in park!
-Okay! Okay, okay.
Come on, come on.
Let's go. Very slowly.
All right, all right, all right.
Put your foot on the brake.
I can't reach it.
Push him off the wheel!
Push him off the wheel!
Okay, okay, okay.
Where is he?
I don't know. I don't know.
I swear to God.
Where is he?!
Oh, man. I got a wife and a kid.
So do I.
But that didn't stop you, huh?
Look, Raymond, we were supposed
to take him somewhere he knew.
All right?
We were gentle with the kid.
We were gentle with the kid.
-Who has him now?
-I don't know. I don't know.
-I swear to God, I don't know.
-Who gave you the contract?
Give me a name,
or you end up like him!
You don't understand.
If I rat...
Last chance.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Bruce?
- Bruce?
You got the wrong number.
Uh, sorry.
I told you,
I'm on the DNC list.
Why do you people keep call--?
You've reached the law offices
of Pennington, Garret,
and Bracewell.
If you are currently
in police custody--
Fuck!
Is that you, Tony?
Tony!
You say something, boss?
What are you doing back there?
Nothing.
Didn't I tell you not to mess
with the inventory?
I wasn't.
Huh.
Enough.
Wait, wait.
Dimitry.
Oh, no, no, no.
It is five points
against the principal.
Who told you that?
Well, they're wrong.
It's always been five.
Whatever. Okay, I gotta go.
Uh, call me tomorrow.
Have you heard from Phil
or Steve at all today?
-Not since this afternoon.
-Huh.
They were supposed to be done
with that O'Reilly job
a while back,
and I haven't been able to get
in touch with either of them.
Maybe their phones died.
Both of them?
What's with you?
-Nothing.
-What nothing?
You're doing a half cha-cha
while you're standing there.
What's going on?
-My IBS is flaring up.
-IBS. Okay, just enough.
Go, go.
Use the bathroom on the other
side of the building.
Get me some more wine
when you come back, too.
- Hey, it's Phil.
- Don't bullshit me.
Yeah. You boys are really going
for that time and a half,
aren't you?
Listen, I was expecting
a confirmation
when the final package
was delivered,
but I haven't heard
from either one of you.
So, please,
hurry up and get back here
so I can go home.
Okay?
Thank you.
"Long time. It hasn't been easy,
but I know that you're the only
person I can confide in,
the only person who knows how
I truly feel about you and..."
Hey, it's Phil.
Don't bullshit me.
Motherfucker!
Come on.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Idiots!
You didn't expect
to see me, did you?
Phil and Steve
aren't coming back.
You know why I'm here, then?
Hmm?
You tell me where he is,
I take the knife back,
bandage you up,
I'll even give you a head start
before I tell my brother
about you.
You do know who my brother is,
don't you?
Cool.
You're not gonna scream.
You start screaming,
the tape goes back on,
and I'm gonna tape
one of your nostrils shut, too.
Where is my son?
I don't know.
You have no idea?
I can't remember.
How about now?
How about now?
I told you, I can't remember!
I don't know!
Oh, come on, man.
Bruce O'Reilly.
You know what happens
when he finds out
you took his nephew?
Hmm?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Maybe this helps
jog your memory.
Hey, hey! No! No!
Shh!
Okay, okay.
Okay.
They told us to drop him off
with some old broad
in Lampasses.
That's all I know.
Lampasses.
With who?
All I know is he knew the place.
Was it Brenda Lawrence?
Yes. Yes, it was Brenda.
That's it.
Who set it up?
Just some broad.
A woman?
-Who?
-I don't know~
She paid in cash.
What did she look like?
-I don't know. I don't know!
-Tell me!
She... she had dark hair.
Very long.
Brown eyes.
Did she call you?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Sh-Sh-Sh-She came in
through Reggie.
She knew Reggie.
Look, it won't be in there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look, look.
Please, just...
Just take this out, please.
I'll help you look for her.
Hey, man, I'm still in here.
What the fuck?
Motherfucker!
Soda?
Soda cat?
Soda cat?
Soda cat?
Hey. Hey, Soda?
Suppertime.
You fucking bitch.
"Darla...
I don't know where to begin.
You'll never be able to
understand why I'm doing this,
and I don't blame you.
But I can't go on
living my life with this shame.
A shame that I can't
take anymore.
You know how sad I can get.
But I've been hiding
the true extent of it
to you for so long,
trying to be the man
you fell in love with.
The truth is,
I have been so depressed
that I can no longer
find the joy in the things
that used to make me happy.
Please understand that this
isn't anyone's fault.
I just can't live in my skin
another day longer.
Tell Jack that I love him
more than anything
in this world.
Tell him that I want him to
listen to you and his grandma.
And let him know
that I'll always be watching.
With love and relief.
Dean."
Come back!
Why are you so fast?
All right. Come on, buddy.
Right here. Come on, buddy.
Right here. You got it.
Oh, great throw,
but now you gotta catch me.
Daddy, you stopped there.
Oh, no!
Now you're too fast.
Oh, no! You're catching up!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I got you.
Oh, you been
pumping iron or what?
Come on, Daddy.
Now you gotta get me.
Here I come.
Look at you.
Do you like it?
Do I like it?
You know, I've been thinking
about this for a long time.
Me, too.
I was talking about my bath.
Oh, really?
Well, don't let me interrupt.
No, no, don't go.
I almost forgot.
No way.
I thought you said it might not
be approved for months.
Pays to have friends
in high places.
Won't this looks
suspicious, though?
Suspicious?
I just made him rich.
Wait, hold on. $2.3 million?
Your mom's estate
is worth ten times that.
Ah, they don't know that.
Look, I just wired the money
to Dean's account yesterday,
all right?
Plus, I had Radovich
make a few modifications
to his will a few months back.
Guess who gets that 2.3
when he never comes home?
You're a fucking genius.
Wait here.
Shit.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What?
What is this? What'd you do?
Come on, before it's cold.
Baby.
Wow.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, wait, where's Jack?
Oh, in bed.
-Already?
-Yeah.
I figured you've been
working so hard
and you could use
a little break.
That's nice, but you know
I cut the trip short
so I could spend
some time with him.
Yeah.
But, you know...
It's... It's fine.
Thank you.
Oh, thank you.
What the fuck you talking about?
Who's that?
It's Brucie.
Oh.
What does he want?
I...
have no idea.
Here.
Are you okay, honey?
What? Yeah, no, I'm fine.
Why are you dressed like that?
I told you, Jackie and I
are going for a drink.
Jackie?
Okay, you look so tired.
Like you had a long trip.
I think you should just try
to get some sleep, okay?
Okay, don't wait up.
Oh...
Spring's just
around the corner,
and you know what that means.
Road trip!
That's right.
So come on down to
the Kimmel Brothers Automotive
for our spring
sprang sprung sale.
We'll make sure your car
or truck is ready to go.
Eight, nine...
two.
- Hello?
- Hey, Brenda.
Who is this?
It's Dean.
What number is this?
Yeah, sorry,
I had to get a new phone.
Is Jack there?
He is.
I thought you were
out of the country.
Uh, well, I was. Um...
I mean, I was supposed to be,
but then my connection flight
got canceled,
and I decided to just go home
instead of waiting around
at some airport on standby.
Ugh, I saw there was a big
storm coming in off the Gulf.
God knows how long
you've been waiting there.
I used to hate flying standby,
but you know how cheap
George was.
He always had us waiting around
to save a few bucks.
But that was George.
He was a penny pincher
till the end.
Dean, are you still there?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, sorry, can I talk to Jack?
All right, hold on a second.
Great.
Hey, Brenda,
can you not tell Darla
that I called
if you talk to her?
No.
I was gonna surprise her
with something special tonight.
Oh, okay!
By the way,
your friend was very nice.
Who?
Your friend Ronnie
that dropped off Jack.
Oh. Yeah.
Oh, here he is.
It's your dad.
Hello?
Hey, buddy.
Hi, Daddy.
What are you up to?
Painting Legos.
Oh, yeah?
You build anything cool?
A mansion.
No way.
I'd love to see it
when you're done with it.
I caught a fly ball
in the air today.
You did?
Just like you showed me.
I knew you could do it.
When are you coming home?
Real soon.
Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
And you know what?
I'm not gonna be doing
those long trips
for Uncle Bruce anymore.
Really?
That's right.
Is Uncle Bruce going to be mad?
No.
He'll understand.
Hey, listen,
do me a favor, okay?
Don't tell your mother I called.
Okay, Daddy.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Two, four, nine, five.
Fuck.
Police
dispatch will be called...
Fuck off!
...in ten, nine,
eight, seven,
six...
...four,
three, two,
one.
I think you need a rematch.
Oh, my gosh!
I don't know.
You hear something?
Probably just
the dryer finishing?
You left the dryer running
when nobody was home?
So?
So it's a fire hazard.
Okay, I'll be more careful
next time.
I gotta make a call quick.
Okay.
-I'll wait here.
-Okay.
Watch out, there might be
some glass on the floor.
Wow.
Mr. O'Reilly?
I love it when you call me that.
Dean always hated
our last name.
-What'd I say?
-I just don't want to be
thinking about him right now.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
All right.
Never again.
Who'd you call?
No one.
Don't worry about it.
Was it Marco?
Don't worry about it.
I don't like this, Bruce.
Well, it's a little late
for second guesses.
I just think we
should have heard
something by now.
Don't you?
I told you it doesn't always
work that way, all right?
Just get that through your head.
Well, I'm telling you
that I've got a bad feeling.
Oh, you've got a feeling?
It was always going to feel
fucked up, Darla.
I mean,
if you don't feel guilty...
Of course, I feel guilty.
I'm just saying that we haven't
heard anything
from a single person yet, okay?
Not Marco, not the guys
who are supposed to do it.
How many times have you
set something like this up?
How many?
None.
Right.
Just need to stop.
Just...
Just stop.
Just trust me.
Trust me. I know what I'm doing.
The less we know,
the better, okay?
They weren't going
to torture him, right?
You think I wanted
my brother to suffer?
Come on.
No.
Come on, you know how much
I love you, right?
Right?
We both knew
this was going to be tough.
Let's try not to take it out
on each other.
Okay?
You're right. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Oh, I could just...
Babe, you don't need to.
Bruce.
Okay.
I didn't want this
to be this way, Deano.
Ah!
Deano...
Dean, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Bruce.
Come on, Bruce.
We'll get help.
No, Bruce.
Oh, my God!
Dean, he needs an ambulance.
Dean?
Dean, you've got to help him.
Dean, he's going to die!
Dean!
Dean!
Dean!
- Hello?
- Brenda, hey.
Tell Jack I'm coming
to pick him up.
Fuck. Fuck.
- What is it?
- Look at this.
Oh, shit!
Fuck, you got any bandages?
Uh, I don't know.
Try under the seat.
It stings.
- What, the cat get you?
- Yeah.
I was trying to move
the little bastard.
Scratched the shit out of me.
Yeah, I threw it out
the front door and he ran off.
Good, I hope
the coyotes get him.
Any rubbing alcohol?
Yeah, yeah, that's it there.
Thank God.
You gotta be careful.
Keep an eye on that.
Cat scratch fever's no joke.
Ah! Motherfucker!
-He's up.
-What?
Oh, dude, I told you
we didn't give him enough.
Whatever.
We're almost there anyway.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?
You said turn left
at Cedar Lane.
- No, I didn't!
- Yes, you did!
Look, it doesn't matter.
It's the same direction anyway.
Hey! Knock that off!
Dude, do you mind?
I'm a little busy up here.
Just get him.
- I'll get the shovels.
- Go ahead.
You fucking serious?
This, I don't have need.
Come here. Hey!
Make this easy on all of us,
will you?
Put those shovels down
and help me get him out of here.
Useless fucking...
Motherfucker, get over here!
Fucking son of a bitch,
come here!
Motherfucker!
-Fuck, man.
-Son of a...
Here, put the fucking
shovels down, get his body.
-I'll get his legs.
-Take this. Fuck.
-One, two, three. Go.
-Will you fucking move?
-He's fucking heavy.
-Wait, wait, wait. Shit!
-What is that? Did you see that?
-What, am I blind?
-Go, go, go, go.
-Let's go. Put him back.
Fuck. Who the fuck is that?
-Come on...
-Get in there!
-Go, go!
-Fuck, man.
Get the fuck in there.
-Close it.
-Shut up.
Your mask!
Fuck! Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You stop and I stop.
You stop, I stop.
Shut the fuck up.
Come on now.
Hey!
-Hey.
-Hey, do you--
Do you know when they close
the gate over there?
Sorry?
Uh, the entrance.
Yeah, we leave it open
in the offseason.
Okay, we're just having
a little car trouble.
Okay.
Fucking hell.
Yeah, hey, it's Phil. Uh...
No, that's why I'm calling.
I can't-- There's someone here.
It's like a ranger or something.
Or wait, hold on.
Okay, someone's picking her up.
I don't know. Um...
No, we can't.
No, we can't use it anymore
because she saw the fucking van.
She saw the-- She saw the plate,
she saw my face.
No, because I didn't...
I didn't want to look suspicious
so I took it off.
-Who are you talking to?
-Who do you think?
-What does he want us to do?
-Will you give me a second?
All right.
Uh, no, sorry, that was Steve.
Shit, um...
Okay. Uh...
No, no, no.
No, yeah, Ronnie got the kid.
There's no issue there.
But where do we take him?
Hey, you want me
to rip your balls off this?
Uh, maybe by the lake?
Okay, I'll call you after.
Um, all right. Okay. Bye.
What the fuck?
This fucking guy won't quit.
- Where the fuck is my son?
- Oh, my gosh.
-You bastard!
-What did he say?
He said we have to take him
somewhere else.
Fine, let's get the fuck
out of here.
-I know some spots.
-What, by the cliff?
Hey.
Hey, what did I say?
Don't make me come back there.
Fucking...
Shit, I think she's here
to call the cops.
Do fucking something!
Hey, what's going on in there?
What-- What's that?
What's going on?
Oh, yeah.
We hit a deer on the way over,
and I think it kind of fucked up
the engine a little bit.
You want us to call AAA?
No, that's okay.
I mean, I think
it's kind of calming down.
Should be enough to get home.
Thanks, though.
All right.
Good luck.
Thanks.
-Come on, let's go.
-What'd you do?
Fucking taped a bag
over his head.
You're gonna clean up
all that fucking blood.
Yeah, obviously.
Fuck you.
What are you going to do?
Wanna take him to the marina?
The marina?
- What?
- Way too many people.
No, man, it's offseason.
There's no one up there.
No, no, no.
Damn, take it easy.
Well, what?
You got a better spot?
Uh, yeah. Why not the pit?
What pit? Which pit?
The pit by Coyote Alley.
Yeah, all right.
-What are you doing?
You're not gonna fill it?
-No, one's all I need.
What? What the fuck
are you talking about?
It's, you know,
like I got one shot, one chance.
It helps me focus, all right?
It's worked so far.
Hey, assholes,
take this off of me.
That's the stupidest thing
I've ever heard.
Take this thing off of me.
-What is he saying?
-Who cares?
Was that your stomach?
Yeah, man, I'm fucking starving.
Did you not eat before you came?
- I forgot.
- Dude, I told you.
Can we just pull over
and get some chips or something?
- No.
- You're both fucking dead!
I will get carsick
if I don't have anything
in my stomach.
That's not my fault.
You should have eaten before you came.
Fuck. Look, there's a diner
by the pit.
We can go there afterward.
Just you wait
once my brother finds out.
You're so fucking dead.
He's gonna rip
your fucking balls off.
All right, we got it.
If I let you talk for a second,
will you shut the fuck up?
-What are you doing?
-What? Who's he gonna tell?
- No one's gonna...
- What? Don't--
Where's my son?
-You got a kid?
-Where is he?!
Hey, relax!
If I find out you touched
one hair on his head...
What, what, what?
What are you gonna do?
You have no idea
how fucked you both are.
Oh, yeah?
You have any idea
who my brother is, huh? Huh?
Brother? No, should I?
You can still turn this around.
Stop the car, take me home,
and have Jack
waiting for me, okay?
I will keep my mouth shut.
I swear to God
Bruce never finds out.
Huh? What is he, a cop?
Bruce O'Reilly.
Who?
He loves Jack like a son.
Once he finds out,
no one is off limits.
You understand that?
He is relentless.
Yeah, you know what?
I'm not too worried about it.
- No, me neither.
- Do you understand?
You both are fucking dead! Huh?
I think we're gonna be okay.
Hey, look, look. Hey, look.
Don't worry about it.
Ray Ray's really good with kids.
You motherfucker! Fuck you!
-I swear to God...
-Get the fuck back!
Oh, my...
Shit!
Fuck you!
Steve, you got him?
- Fuck you!
- You got him?
Yeah.
Fuck!
What the--
I threw blankets on him.
He's fine.
Blankets? Shit.
-What an asshole.
-Yeah.
Pull him up.
Fucking pull him up!
-Son of a...
-Come on!
Get the fuck up!
Look, just shoot him,
we'll kick him off.
-Shit.
-What?
-I left my gun on the dash.
-Are you fucking kidding me?
All right, well, hurry up!
Just go get it!
Fuck! Ah! Shit!
Shit!
-Did you get him?
-Yeah, yeah.
Is that him?
I don't know.
Wait, look at that.
That's gotta be his blood.
I mean, do you
see him down there?
I mean...
I don't think it really matters.
-What? How so?
-You shot him.
He's rolling down the hill,
he's hitting trees and rocks.
Ain't anybody surviving that.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah. What?
I mean, did you see
where I got him?
No, I was getting my gun.
Did you not get him?
No, I mean, I'm pretty...
-I'm pretty sure I got...
-You're pretty sure?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got him.
How did you miss him?
He was right in front of you.
It was fucking--
It all happened so fast.
Look, if your gun
was in the fucking car--
Oh, so it's my fault
that you can't shoot for shit?
Yes! Yes, it's your...
If you hadn't forgotten it,
you could have popped him in
the back when he lunged at me.
Jesus.
I mean, do you...
Should we go down
and look for him?
No, and break my fucking neck?
No, thank you.
Well, what do you want to do?
The way I see it,
it doesn't matter.
-There's no way
he's surviving that.
-You think?
Yeah, man. He's bound up.
He'll hit us some shit
and maybe just bleed out.
Yeah, well, I mean, that's true.
Or die of dehydration
in a couple days.
Or a coyote gets him.
Yeah, man.
And look, it doesn't matter.
-You fucking got him.
-Yeah.
-You got him.
-Yeah.
All right, come on, man.
Let's go hit that diner.
-Yeah.
-Call Marco after we eat.
Give him some suspense.
Fuck.
I mean, I must have--
I must have got him.
-You got him.
-Yeah, I got him.
I got him.
All right, I'm driving.
Where are you headed?
Back into town.
Why don't you hop on in?
Okay. Thanks.
Name's Chuck.
Dean.
Can I use your phone?
I don't got one.
You have anything to drink?
No, thanks.
Is there water in there?
There is.
You ever heard of asking?
Can I have some of this water?
"Please"?
Please.
Yeah, there's a little bit left.
This one...
is my happy juice.
And it ain't for sharing.
So how does he look?
-Excuse me?
-The other dude.
The dude that kicked your ass.
How does he look?
Oh, uh, yeah.
Man, I can't remember
the last time
I took a punch
to the face like that.
It's not so bad.
Yeah, well, don't get me wrong.
Man, anybody
fucks with me like that...
Comes down to it,
I do know
how to make them squeal.
Yeah, I bet.
I'm just fucking with you, man.
Whoo!
Oh, man.
So, uh, you got a woman
or anything, Dean?
Yeah, I'm married.
That's too bad.
What do you mean?
Shit, I don't know.
A handsome fella like you?
Probably get any pussy you want,
I imagine.
Yeah, I don't know about that.
All right, brother,
come on now, don't be...
all modest on me here.
Yeah, I guess.
Son of a bitch.
Goddamn.
Piece of shit.
It always does that.
What's your wife's name?
Darla.
Double D, Darla, huh?
Doesn't this head south?
Hey, where are you going?
Just gotta make a little stop
over by the 81.
81?
You said you'd take me
back into town.
And I will.
Just got a little business
I need to take care of first.
If you don't mind.
Now?
It's the middle of the night.
Hey! This is gonna take us
like an hour out of the way!
What the fuck you doing, son?
Get out!
No. No, please.
Get the fuck out of my truck.
Please, wait, please, please.
-You don't understand.
-Before I start swinging.
-Just please, please! No!
-Five, four,
-Just one second.
-...three...
My son is missing!
My son is missing!
Please!
Your son?
What do you mean, he's missing?
He was in his bedroom
when I was taken away.
And I-I-I don't know
what's happened to him.
I need to just make sure
that he's okay, please.
Taken away?
I guess, uh,
all of this has something
to do with that, huh?
Well, I figured that you got
in a bar fight
back in El Campo or something.
You ain't shitting me, are you?
No, no. Look, I swear to God.
You ain't shitting me.
Thank you.
Hey, man, sorry about that.
It's fine.
You just ought not be messing
with a man's truck like that,
you know?
I just don't like people messing
with my shit, that's all.
So, uh...
So you got yourself
a little boy, huh?
Jack.
All right.
Well, how old is he?
He's just turned nine.
Oh, yeah, that's a fun age.
So, what, does he look
more like you or...
Double D?
I think he looks more like me.
But everyone says
he looks like Bruce.
Like what?
Sorry, my brother.
Well? Does he?
-Does he what?
-Does he look like Bruce?
No, I don't see it.
Hmm.
He's way smarter
than I was at his age.
-He's already reading novels.
-Is that so, huh?
He makes me act out the voices
every night with him before bed.
Well, that must be
irritating as fuck.
It's my favorite part
of the day.
How much longer, you think?
Not much longer.
Son of a Christ.
-Did you see that?
-Yeah.
They were going a little fast.
A little?
What are you doing?
Goddamn Yankees think
they own the road around here.
Hey. Hey, it's okay.
They're too far ahead.
Yeah, well, not for long.
You're gonna blind them.
They'd better hope that's all
I do to their Yankee asses.
What do you mean?
Hey. Hey, let me out here.
How do you like that,
motherfucker?!
Chuck...
-Chuck, hey, drop me off here.
-Whoo-hoo!
Hey, just drop me off here.
Chuck, hey,
drop me off here, okay?
No more stops, Dean.
Hey, just let me out!
Chuck.
You got any Pepto?
Man, I told you,
you shouldn't have
gotten that pie.
Yeah, well, it was half off.
You knew what was half...
It was half off because it was
sitting out all day.
Yeah, so?
So, if you don't buy that pie,
you know where it goes?
Straight in the trash can.
Okay, what's your point?
My point is,
if you eat garbage pie,
you're gonna feel like shit.
You know, that coffee's
not good for you, either.
I'm tired.
What the fuck?
What?
You didn't lock your door?
So?
Did you leave something
in the fucking glove box, too?
Oh, shit.
Yeah, exactly.
Look, man,
I'll let it slide this time
because you're hungry and tired,
but you gotta really,
really, really start
keeping the peace
on you all the time.
Oh, come on, man.
-Are you serious?
-What?
You're not gonna buy
a necklace online
without actually holding it
in your hand, are you?
-They got good prices.
-Dude.
The amount of times that shit
gets damaged in shipping,
I mean, the package company
doesn't care.
What's the return policy on it?
-I don't know.
-What?
Don't...
Don't do that, man.
If you're gonna spend
that kind of money,
you really need
to cover yourself,
just in case they fuck it up.
What's it for?
My daughter's birthday.
Oh, yeah?
What number?
Sixteen.
Really?
Wow.
That's cool, man.
Congratulations.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
-Get that, get that!
-Oh, shit. Okay!
-Oh, my God!
-Where'd it go?
Dude, down there!
It's gonna stain!
-I can't see!
-Pick it up!
-Fine!
-Clean it! Oh, my...
-What are you doing?
-You said get it!
You stupid fuck!
There's like 30 moving blankets
back there!
You grab one of those.
Use my mask? Are you kidding?
Fuck, dude!
Fuck!
I told you
you didn't need that coffee.
Yeah, whatever, man.
I... I shouldn't have called you
stupid, man, all right?
-It's fine.
-I...
I'm trying to...
I'm trying to say I'm sorry.
Yeah, just forget about it.
-Dude, what is with you?
-I'm gassed, man.
We should have just
shot that dude in his house,
and then it all
would have been done with.
No! Dude, are you serious?
Do you have any idea
how hard it is
to get every little bit of DNA
out of the mattress,
out of the carpet,
out of the fucking walls?
No way.
This is way better.
Mother Nature
does all the cleanup.
-Trust me, man.
-Whatever.
- It's a long light.
- Why don't you just go?
-Because it's red.
-No one's coming for miles.
I... I don't run red lights,
man.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Put it in park.
-Put it in park!
-Okay! Okay, okay.
Come on, come on.
Let's go. Very slowly.
All right, all right, all right.
Put your foot on the brake.
I can't reach it.
Push him off the wheel!
Push him off the wheel!
Okay, okay, okay.
Where is he?
I don't know. I don't know.
I swear to God.
Where is he?!
Oh, man. I got a wife and a kid.
So do I.
But that didn't stop you, huh?
Look, Raymond, we were supposed
to take him somewhere he knew.
All right?
We were gentle with the kid.
We were gentle with the kid.
-Who has him now?
-I don't know. I don't know.
-I swear to God, I don't know.
-Who gave you the contract?
Give me a name,
or you end up like him!
You don't understand.
If I rat...
Last chance.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Bruce?
- Bruce?
You got the wrong number.
Uh, sorry.
I told you,
I'm on the DNC list.
Why do you people keep call--?
You've reached the law offices
of Pennington, Garret,
and Bracewell.
If you are currently
in police custody--
Fuck!
Is that you, Tony?
Tony!
You say something, boss?
What are you doing back there?
Nothing.
Didn't I tell you not to mess
with the inventory?
I wasn't.
Huh.
Enough.
Wait, wait.
Dimitry.
Oh, no, no, no.
It is five points
against the principal.
Who told you that?
Well, they're wrong.
It's always been five.
Whatever. Okay, I gotta go.
Uh, call me tomorrow.
Have you heard from Phil
or Steve at all today?
-Not since this afternoon.
-Huh.
They were supposed to be done
with that O'Reilly job
a while back,
and I haven't been able to get
in touch with either of them.
Maybe their phones died.
Both of them?
What's with you?
-Nothing.
-What nothing?
You're doing a half cha-cha
while you're standing there.
What's going on?
-My IBS is flaring up.
-IBS. Okay, just enough.
Go, go.
Use the bathroom on the other
side of the building.
Get me some more wine
when you come back, too.
- Hey, it's Phil.
- Don't bullshit me.
Yeah. You boys are really going
for that time and a half,
aren't you?
Listen, I was expecting
a confirmation
when the final package
was delivered,
but I haven't heard
from either one of you.
So, please,
hurry up and get back here
so I can go home.
Okay?
Thank you.
"Long time. It hasn't been easy,
but I know that you're the only
person I can confide in,
the only person who knows how
I truly feel about you and..."
Hey, it's Phil.
Don't bullshit me.
Motherfucker!
Come on.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Idiots!
You didn't expect
to see me, did you?
Phil and Steve
aren't coming back.
You know why I'm here, then?
Hmm?
You tell me where he is,
I take the knife back,
bandage you up,
I'll even give you a head start
before I tell my brother
about you.
You do know who my brother is,
don't you?
Cool.
You're not gonna scream.
You start screaming,
the tape goes back on,
and I'm gonna tape
one of your nostrils shut, too.
Where is my son?
I don't know.
You have no idea?
I can't remember.
How about now?
How about now?
I told you, I can't remember!
I don't know!
Oh, come on, man.
Bruce O'Reilly.
You know what happens
when he finds out
you took his nephew?
Hmm?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Maybe this helps
jog your memory.
Hey, hey! No! No!
Shh!
Okay, okay.
Okay.
They told us to drop him off
with some old broad
in Lampasses.
That's all I know.
Lampasses.
With who?
All I know is he knew the place.
Was it Brenda Lawrence?
Yes. Yes, it was Brenda.
That's it.
Who set it up?
Just some broad.
A woman?
-Who?
-I don't know~
She paid in cash.
What did she look like?
-I don't know. I don't know!
-Tell me!
She... she had dark hair.
Very long.
Brown eyes.
Did she call you?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Sh-Sh-Sh-She came in
through Reggie.
She knew Reggie.
Look, it won't be in there.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, look, look.
Please, just...
Just take this out, please.
I'll help you look for her.
Hey, man, I'm still in here.
What the fuck?
Motherfucker!
Soda?
Soda cat?
Soda cat?
Soda cat?
Hey. Hey, Soda?
Suppertime.
You fucking bitch.
"Darla...
I don't know where to begin.
You'll never be able to
understand why I'm doing this,
and I don't blame you.
But I can't go on
living my life with this shame.
A shame that I can't
take anymore.
You know how sad I can get.
But I've been hiding
the true extent of it
to you for so long,
trying to be the man
you fell in love with.
The truth is,
I have been so depressed
that I can no longer
find the joy in the things
that used to make me happy.
Please understand that this
isn't anyone's fault.
I just can't live in my skin
another day longer.
Tell Jack that I love him
more than anything
in this world.
Tell him that I want him to
listen to you and his grandma.
And let him know
that I'll always be watching.
With love and relief.
Dean."
Come back!
Why are you so fast?
All right. Come on, buddy.
Right here. Come on, buddy.
Right here. You got it.
Oh, great throw,
but now you gotta catch me.
Daddy, you stopped there.
Oh, no!
Now you're too fast.
Oh, no! You're catching up!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I got you.
Oh, you been
pumping iron or what?
Come on, Daddy.
Now you gotta get me.
Here I come.
Look at you.
Do you like it?
Do I like it?
You know, I've been thinking
about this for a long time.
Me, too.
I was talking about my bath.
Oh, really?
Well, don't let me interrupt.
No, no, don't go.
I almost forgot.
No way.
I thought you said it might not
be approved for months.
Pays to have friends
in high places.
Won't this looks
suspicious, though?
Suspicious?
I just made him rich.
Wait, hold on. $2.3 million?
Your mom's estate
is worth ten times that.
Ah, they don't know that.
Look, I just wired the money
to Dean's account yesterday,
all right?
Plus, I had Radovich
make a few modifications
to his will a few months back.
Guess who gets that 2.3
when he never comes home?
You're a fucking genius.
Wait here.
Shit.
- Hey.
- Hey.
What?
What is this? What'd you do?
Come on, before it's cold.
Baby.
Wow.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, wait, where's Jack?
Oh, in bed.
-Already?
-Yeah.
I figured you've been
working so hard
and you could use
a little break.
That's nice, but you know
I cut the trip short
so I could spend
some time with him.
Yeah.
But, you know...
It's... It's fine.
Thank you.
Oh, thank you.
What the fuck you talking about?
Who's that?
It's Brucie.
Oh.
What does he want?
I...
have no idea.
Here.
Are you okay, honey?
What? Yeah, no, I'm fine.
Why are you dressed like that?
I told you, Jackie and I
are going for a drink.
Jackie?
Okay, you look so tired.
Like you had a long trip.
I think you should just try
to get some sleep, okay?
Okay, don't wait up.
Oh...
Spring's just
around the corner,
and you know what that means.
Road trip!
That's right.
So come on down to
the Kimmel Brothers Automotive
for our spring
sprang sprung sale.
We'll make sure your car
or truck is ready to go.
Eight, nine...
two.
- Hello?
- Hey, Brenda.
Who is this?
It's Dean.
What number is this?
Yeah, sorry,
I had to get a new phone.
Is Jack there?
He is.
I thought you were
out of the country.
Uh, well, I was. Um...
I mean, I was supposed to be,
but then my connection flight
got canceled,
and I decided to just go home
instead of waiting around
at some airport on standby.
Ugh, I saw there was a big
storm coming in off the Gulf.
God knows how long
you've been waiting there.
I used to hate flying standby,
but you know how cheap
George was.
He always had us waiting around
to save a few bucks.
But that was George.
He was a penny pincher
till the end.
Dean, are you still there?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, sorry, can I talk to Jack?
All right, hold on a second.
Great.
Hey, Brenda,
can you not tell Darla
that I called
if you talk to her?
No.
I was gonna surprise her
with something special tonight.
Oh, okay!
By the way,
your friend was very nice.
Who?
Your friend Ronnie
that dropped off Jack.
Oh. Yeah.
Oh, here he is.
It's your dad.
Hello?
Hey, buddy.
Hi, Daddy.
What are you up to?
Painting Legos.
Oh, yeah?
You build anything cool?
A mansion.
No way.
I'd love to see it
when you're done with it.
I caught a fly ball
in the air today.
You did?
Just like you showed me.
I knew you could do it.
When are you coming home?
Real soon.
Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
And you know what?
I'm not gonna be doing
those long trips
for Uncle Bruce anymore.
Really?
That's right.
Is Uncle Bruce going to be mad?
No.
He'll understand.
Hey, listen,
do me a favor, okay?
Don't tell your mother I called.
Okay, Daddy.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Two, four, nine, five.
Fuck.
Police
dispatch will be called...
Fuck off!
...in ten, nine,
eight, seven,
six...
...four,
three, two,
one.
I think you need a rematch.
Oh, my gosh!
I don't know.
You hear something?
Probably just
the dryer finishing?
You left the dryer running
when nobody was home?
So?
So it's a fire hazard.
Okay, I'll be more careful
next time.
I gotta make a call quick.
Okay.
-I'll wait here.
-Okay.
Watch out, there might be
some glass on the floor.
Wow.
Mr. O'Reilly?
I love it when you call me that.
Dean always hated
our last name.
-What'd I say?
-I just don't want to be
thinking about him right now.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
All right.
Never again.
Who'd you call?
No one.
Don't worry about it.
Was it Marco?
Don't worry about it.
I don't like this, Bruce.
Well, it's a little late
for second guesses.
I just think we
should have heard
something by now.
Don't you?
I told you it doesn't always
work that way, all right?
Just get that through your head.
Well, I'm telling you
that I've got a bad feeling.
Oh, you've got a feeling?
It was always going to feel
fucked up, Darla.
I mean,
if you don't feel guilty...
Of course, I feel guilty.
I'm just saying that we haven't
heard anything
from a single person yet, okay?
Not Marco, not the guys
who are supposed to do it.
How many times have you
set something like this up?
How many?
None.
Right.
Just need to stop.
Just...
Just stop.
Just trust me.
Trust me. I know what I'm doing.
The less we know,
the better, okay?
They weren't going
to torture him, right?
You think I wanted
my brother to suffer?
Come on.
No.
Come on, you know how much
I love you, right?
Right?
We both knew
this was going to be tough.
Let's try not to take it out
on each other.
Okay?
You're right. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Oh, I could just...
Babe, you don't need to.
Bruce.
Okay.
I didn't want this
to be this way, Deano.
Ah!
Deano...
Dean, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Bruce.
Come on, Bruce.
We'll get help.
No, Bruce.
Oh, my God!
Dean, he needs an ambulance.
Dean?
Dean, you've got to help him.
Dean, he's going to die!
Dean!
Dean!
Dean!
- Hello?
- Brenda, hey.
Tell Jack I'm coming
to pick him up.