Out of Exile (2022) Movie Script
1
[buzzer sounds]
[door opens, closes]
Mr. Russell?
You know the routine.
Place your hands
on the wall for me.
See you later,
and when you're done,
let's talk.
[typing on keyboard]
In accordance
of Texas State Department
of Corrections
maximum status release,
you've met the three-month
mandatory contact standard.
It's my determination
that you are in compliance
with the conditions
of your parole.
You've found employment,
passed all mandatory
drug screenings
and are attending
the required
group therapy sessions
for violent offenders.
This is all, uh,
noted in your personal file.
Mr. Russell,
how would you say
things have been for you
since your return to society?
[knocks]
[sniffles]
[grunts]
[pounds]
I know what the fuck
you're doing to me.
[sniffles]
[guard on radio]
We're about finished here.
Clear to exit?
[phone dings]
All clear.
It's time.
[engine starts]
We're on, baby.
[speaking Spanish]
Don't move!
Drop the fucking bags!
Drop the bag!
Thirty seconds!
Turn around,
hands on your head!
Moving!
Covering!
[gun unloads]
Get on your fucking knees!
Set!
Moving!
Cover!
All set!
Moving!
I'm set!
I'm moving!
Shoot!
[gunshots]
[robber 1] Come on,
let's get the fuck out
of here!
Let's go, let's go!
Come on!
What did the fuck
did you do?
Hey, hey, hey!
Heads up! Heads up!
Fuck!
God! Shit!
The fuck
is wrong with you?
Just drive.
[siren wails in distance]
[cell phone rings]
Hey, babe, what's up?
[whispers]
What? Define knife.
All right, well, uh,
I-- I can't talk
about this right now.
Well, right now is work, okay?
We'll talk about it
when I get home.
It's okay.
We'll figure it out.
All right, well,
tell baby girl I love her.
I love you too.
Fly in the ointment?
Matthew took a knife
to school.
A knife?
What is he, 14?
He's 15.
Are they expelling him?
Well, I don't know.
Sure hope not.
Private school ain't cheap.
Hell, education isn't cheap.
I'm still paying off
college loans.
[chuckles]
Yeah, maybe you could borrow
some money from this crew.
No shit.
Evidence response team?
No, we're just looking
for a place
to get some lunch.
[chuckles] Yeah.
I'm Special Agent
Brett Solomon. FBI.
Good to meet you.
Special Agent
Angela Jordan.
Pleasure.
Major Crimes Division.
We appreciate the assist.
Dan Pogue. Sheriff.
So this is what
the FBI looks like now,
huh?
Times are changing fast
over there.
Well, not fast enough,
if you ask me.
So, what's the MO?
Well,
we had three gunmen
wearing masks
carrying ARs,
couple of Glocks.
Lord knows what all.
You wanna
walk us through?
Well, the, uh--
the guard,
he came out of the bank
carrying the money bags.
The gunmen ambushed him
from a SUV.
One of the gunmen
shot the guard.
Driver witness it?
Whole deal.
Everything.
[Brett]
And where is he?
She.
Indoors. Let's go.
[whirring]
[whirring stops]
That's the roundup, eh?
Yeah.
Well, little brother,
you got, uh, 270 grand.
Get him clean cash
from the back.
[clears throat]
Just a quick question.
What the fuck happened
out there?
It's on me.
No doubt about that.
When the feds are
up my fucking ass,
that's on you too.
We all knew
there was a risk.
I could give two shits
that you whacked
a fucking pig, okay?
I'm talking
about the cowboy shit,
all right?
And if that shit
comes back on me...
there's gonna be fucking hell
to pay.
What are you saying?
It simply means that if you
back me in a fucking corner,
and you leave me one option...
Okay, different tact.
Give me your word
this is not coming back on me.
Sixteen years inside,
motherfucker.
That's my word.
You're as temperamental
as your old man.
How is Ruben?
A fucking prick.
You should go see him.
Okay.
So I'm gonna go with God
and your word is good.
What about, uh--
What about Superboy?
Superboy?
What are you talking about?
Your brother.
What about him?
You vouch for him?
He's my brother.
That gives me
so much solace.
[sighs]
You want a drink?
Give me a minute.
'Cause I just got thrown
something that you might
be interested in.
It's a bank job.
Weekly cash delivery.
Uh, armored car.
Here's the thing.
It is mid to high,
six figures.
And my inside guy Devland,
he's the bank manager.
He just wants
to meet you.
When?
Next week.
You interested?
We sit down.
Talk about the particulars.
Yeah?
Yeah, I'm in.
Good.
Before I forget,
it's good
to have you back.
[door opens]
All right,
what can you tell us
about 'em?
Um, what--
what do you wanna know?
Well, how did they come in?
I mean, were they fast?
Did they--
Did they seem
like professionals?
They--
They moved like a--
a SWAT team.
Okay. Sounds tactical.
Maybe military.
Mm-hmm.
Anything stand out?
Any tattoos
or distinguishing marks?
I mean, one--
one spoke Spanish.
Well, that narrows it down
to about one-third
of the population.
The one-- The one
that, um, held his--
his gun to me...
had, uh--
he-- he was the leader.
He just had this--
this look.
How could you tell
he was the leader?
Oh, you--
you could just--
just tell.
Fair enough.
Anything else
you can remember?
One of the others shot--
shot Philip.
Local PD
found the drop car.
Okay.
Just give us a minute,
okay?
Be right back.
Make it quick.
Let me guess. Extra crispy?
You got it.
A Good Samaritan phoned it in,
thought some honkies
blew a meth lab.
We're running the plates now.
[Angela] Most likely stolen.
[Brett]
Where'd they find the car?
Sending smoke signals
a county over.
Probably a waste of time
and against
my better judgment,
but let's check the car
for prints, DNA, hair,
anything that can
lead us back
to these guys.
Then let's check the VIN
against any previous owners,
and the title.
You got it.
Okay.
My team will get
in touch with you.
We're real sorry
for what happened
to your partner.
[sniffles]
Th-Thank you.
Look at me.
I'm gonna get 'em.
[clears throat, sniffles]
[door opens]
Where is he?
[toilet flushes]
[door opens]
What the fuck
took you so long?
Did you go see Daddy?
No.
[unzips bag]
Don't smoke in here.
That's for you.
Gracias.
Hey. Where's mine?
Is that the last one?
[brother] I don't know.
Go fucking check.
Frisk the guard!
That was your one job!
I did, motherfucker!
How am I supposed
to know he had
a fucking ankle piece?
We don't shoot people.
When someone pulls
a fucking gun,
you be prepared
for when it goes off!
Spare me
the military bullshit.
It doesn't impress me.
It's not fucking bullshit.
It's the fucking truth.
A rule I fucking live by!
There's one rule.
We don't get caught.
I didn't see
the gun either, Gabe.
I didn't.
Fuck out
of my face.
[sighs]
[brother] I fucked up.
There you go.
That what you wanted
to hear?
Hmm?
What about
that fucking bullshit
out there?
You think that's not
gonna get us jailed?
That's my fucking car.
Gabe is right, man.
You know the shop
doesn't pay big wages.
We gotta make
this look good, baby.
Yeah, whatever.
I'm gonna hold on
to your share.
Until it cools down
or until you
grow the fuck up.
Hold on.
Come-- Come again.
[scoffs]
My fucking daddy now,
paying me an allowance?
It's my money!
What happened to the 85
from the Southlake job?
What happened to the 70
from the Flower Mound truck?
Casino or strip club,
motherfucker?
[scoffs]
Just shut the fuck up
already.
Fuck off my back.
Did, uh...
[sniffles]
Did Rader mention
he have any more work?
I don't need Rader for jobs.
I want you to stay away
from him.
Why?
I didn't do time for him.
I did.
Stay out of his bar.
That clear?
You know, uh,
I deserve to be part
of the brotherhood too, right?
Stay out of his bar.
I'm serious.
Fuck you!
[door slams]
[engine revving]
Adios.
[tires squealing]
Armored car driver
was right.
Mm-hmm.
It appears they've taken
a class or two.
[buzzes]
Need to take it?
[sighs]
No. I'll call her back.
She's just trying to plan
Chloe's birthday party,
and trying to figure out
what we're gonna do
with my son.
Did you talk to him?
[laughs]
No.
When was the last time
you talked to a teenager?
Think I'd have more luck
breaking into a bank vault.
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Pause that for a second.
You see that?
Hmm.
Someone has a conscience.
[cook] Order up.
Here you go.
Do you need anything else?
[patron] No, thank you.
Okay. Just let me know.
Hey.
Talk to me.
Let go of me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I'll tell you
when it's time
to let go.
[scoffs]
Okay.
Let's go.
[sighs]
What do you keep coming
over here for?
I just wanted
to see you.
What do you want?
Could you take a break?
Maybe sit down.
Have some coffee
or something?
What happened?
Did he do that?
Don't act
like you care.
I'm still your dad.
You don't deserve that.
You know,
how about I tell you
what I deserve.
It's better than you
and it's better than this.
But it's all
I've ever had.
Eventually,
you just get
fucking used to it.
You remind me of your mom.
She died a long time ago.
Just like you did.
Order something
or leave.
I know I haven't been there,
but I'm trying to change--
Order something
or fucking leave.
I'll take some coffee.
[sighs]
I don't wanna
see you again.
[sniffles]
[Angela]
Here we got
our Spanish speaker.
Trigger man.
Crew leader.
Mm-hmm.
I like it.
Crime lab came back
on the robbery SUV.
It's clean.
No prints. No DNA.
Yeah, you were right.
Plates were decoys.
And the wheel
goes round.
But we were able
to trace the VIN number
of the SUV
back to an owner out of Dallas
who reported it stolen
two days ago.
Okay. Well,
let's subpoena the owner.
Bring 'em in for questioning.
See if they have any priors,
anything that will link 'em
to the other robberies.
And, uh,
let's check with local CIs,
see if there's anything
on the ground. Okay?
Thank you, Roberts.
Good job.
Agent Solomon.
The man, the myth,
the legend.
Oh, you're the only legend
left here in this bureau, Dick.
I was referring
to your father,
but that is a nice tie
you got there.
Thank you.
Yeah, daughter
picked it out.
She has good taste.
Yeah.
Why are you referring
to him for?
You know, seeing you
in your father's shoes
right now,
he'd have been proud.
You know,
some bitter lessons
were learned at Waco.
And, uh, he shouldn't
have punished himself
for other people's sins.
Yeah.
[sniffles, sighs]
Two dollars
for a bottle of water.
Can you believe that?
Highway robbery,
if you ask me.
So, did you really come
all the way down here
to be nostalgic?
You know,
Intelligence Division
keeps me busy enough.
Mmm.
Takes a lot of work keeping
things hush-hush, you know.
Silence is the language
of God.
Indeed.
[clears throat]
So, why don't we
just cut the shit,
and tell me really why
you're down here?
I heard you took on
that robbery crew.
And there's a lot
of publicity in it.
Just wanna know
if you have any leads.
Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, we're--
we're close actually.
Yeah, uh-huh.
Well, good to hear.
Let me know if I can
do anything to help at all.
All right.
Anything.
You know,
and obviously, Dick,
if Intelligence has any
information on the case
that would be beneficial,
you'll be sure
to let me know as well,
right?
If I hear anything at all,
I'll be sure
to let you know.
But can I offer some advice?
Some, uh, advice
your father didn't take.
Yeah. And what advice
would that be?
It's okay
if you don't win this one.
[laughs]
Well,
that is terrible advice.
I can understand
why he didn't listen.
The day ain't over yet.
[printer whirring]
Typically,
you don't catch Texans
trading in their spurs
for skis.
[chuckles]
Look.
I just want you to know
that I appreciate
what you did
for my cousin
while you were
on the inside.
And as we discussed
before,
all you need
is 5% earnest money
to show commitment.
You got the money?
Well...
I'd say
that's a whole lot more
than 5%.
How much is it?
It's $250,000.
I'd ask where it came from,
but asking is for lawyers.
And as long
as I get my percentage,
we got a deal.
[keys tapping]
There will be a $60,000
remaining balance.
I just need you
to sign below.
Next to the X, pal.
Good. I will draft
a cashier's check.
I'll overnight it
to ensure they receive this
in a timely manner.
This check's gotta be received
within five days
of the binding-agreement date.
It is a competitive market
out there.
You don't wanna waste
a moment.
You're all set.
Pleasure doing business
with you.
[whistling]
[Gabe] What do you want?
The boy's lost to me.
Did you know
he took 'em?
I did.
I know what you did too.
What do you know
about me?
It's all over
the morning news.
[coughs]
Yeah, that went south.
You should cut ties.
Walk away.
That's what you do.
I'm not talking about me!
[coughs]
Yeah, you never did
much talking back then.
The past ain't never
where you think
you left it, boy.
I've accepted
what I've done.
Have you?
[coughing]
[groans]
You should talk
to a doctor.
[sighs]
Ain't no doctor
could cure me.
[sniffs]
I'm an old man.
Old men die.
[coughs]
You're a reformed man.
[laughs] Reformed.
[chuckles] Mmm.
[spits, groans]
Is that
what you call yourself?
Doing what you think
is right
ain't the same
as doing what's right.
Yeah, there's never been
anything right
about this family.
I guess being a criminal
runs in ours.
You know,
it's a good thing your mother
ain't around to see
how we all turned out.
You got a choice, boy.
Look where mine led.
[coughs]
Rader won't stop.
What makes you think
I won't?
You're like me.
He knows it.
You don't know me
at all.
You can't trust him.
[music playing on speakers]
What's up, Brandy?
[Brandy] Hey, baby,
how are ya?
I'm good.
You doing okay?
I'm doing awesome.
Good.
You know where Mandy's at?
Right upstairs
waiting on you.
Hey.
My man.
Hey, man.
Doing good, bro-bro?
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Good. Good to see you, man.
Take it easy,
all right?
[patrons laughing,
chattering]
[music continues playing]
Fuck off.
[music continues playing]
Hey.
That was my last one.
Where you been?
Doing man shit.
Mmm.
"Man shit."
Man shit.
You know me.
How you been?
Better now
that you're here.
Yeah?
[horn honks]
Gonna get a new one
once this is over?
No.
Smart folks
keep the old ones running.
Hey.
Uh, do you care
if I score some early cash?
Yeah, I do.
Before I leave.
Yeah, I do.
Actually, I mind.
If you're not gonna
do a fucking job,
you're not getting paid,
all right?
Come on, dude.
I already stocked
the shelves and shit.
Uh, I got everything
done already. Come on.
And now I need you
to sweep the floor.
You fucking kidding me?
No, I'm not.
Do I look like
some little grunt bitch?
Make one of the--
one of those
little chickenshits do it.
Come on, man.
Remember, kid,
I didn't fucking want you here.
Your brother did.
You know what?
Fuck you, Dallas!
Get control
of your brother,
Gabe.
[brother]
Bitch-ass motherfucker!
[engine cranking]
Engine is shot, man.
Yeah.
I'll take you home.
[speaking Spanish]
Gracias.
No problem, brother.
In the shop.
Gabe gave me a ride.
Oh.
Hey, Gabe!
[baby coos]
[baby cries]
Shh, shh, shh.
Gracias.
De nada.
[Marcos in Spanish]
Are you finished
with your plate?
Thank you.
He does.
Yeah. Yeah, he does.
I plan to teach my son
how to fish.
Just like my father
taught me.
Did you do much fishing?
Cerveza
just for you.
Thank you.
[both speaking Spanish]
Long time ago, I did.
When I, uh...
My mom used
to leave my old man.
Every couple of years,
she'd always come back.
One year, she took, uh,
me and Wes up north,
where she came from.
Her brother had a boat.
Wes and I
spent the whole summer
on the lake.
It's the best memory
of my life.
You should go back someday.
Okay.
[Gabe in Spanish]
How the fuck
did you score that?
[chuckles]
I know you,
motherfucker.
See, man, um,
when you got locked up,
I went back to Mexico,
lay low for a little bit.
But when I met Camilla,
I knew that she was the one.
Mmm. Mmm.
[sniffles]
She got pregnant
with my son.
We decided to come back
to America.
Wanted to give him the best,
you know?
[sniffles]
Anyways, man,
how is Dawn?
She ought to be
in her 20s by now.
She hates me.
I earned it.
I was pretty fucked up.
[sniffles]
I wasn't there for her
when her mom died.
I don't think she ever
really had a chance.
You know what I mean?
Is there a way
to turn that around?
None that she'd like.
I should've never
brought you back
into this shit.
No, man.
You know, Camilla wants
to bring her family out
from Mexico?
She wants them
to be involved
in the children's life.
[sighs]
But it costs money
to bring them over.
And even more
to keep 'em here.
And this job
and the shitty wages,
you know
that ain't enough.
And being illegal...
I-- I mean, listen, man.
I really need this money.
There's one last job.
It's gotta be smooth.
We can't fuck it up.
I guess we play the game
till we don't.
This one we can't lose.
Money's how we keep score,
baby.
[TV: theme music playing]
This is KOTW Channel 5's
Lori Lambert here
with breaking news.
Turn that up.
Following the armed robbery
that happened last week
in broad daylight
where three masked gunmen
violently robbed
an armored car at a city bank,
[siren wailing in distance]
the armed security guard,
Philip Davis, pictured here,
has died from his wounds.
[rock music playing
on speakers]
It's not the first time
some guy has eye-fucked me,
okay?
Mmm.
Just go get us
some beer.
You mind not eye-fucking
him back next time?
[scoffs]
[TV]
...by Lori Lambert.
Hey, Monty. Two beers.
We are live
outside County Medical
with breaking news following
the armored car robbery
that took place last week.
Could you turn that up?
Devastating news
coming just hours
after doctors were hopeful
given several surgery attempts.
But at this time,
it is confirmed
by medical staff
that Philip Davis
is pronounced dead.
Fuck, fuck.
Turn that shit off.
Get me a bottle, would you?
I said a fucking bottle.
Wrong place,
wrong time.
[officers chattering]
[phone rings]
Wonder if these guys know
just how much shit they're in.
Capital murder?
They're about to.
Oh. Let's go.
Is the FBI
officially investigating
Philip Davis's death?
I'd say that's
a fair assessment.
[Lori] Do you care to comment?
[Angela] Not right now.
Thank you.
[Lori]
What would you like to say
to those responsible?
The past is about
to catch up with you.
[Lori]
Well, there you have it.
Straight from the FBI.
They are
officially investigating
Philip Davis's death.
What is your name,
chula?
Mandy.
Mandy.
Like candy.
[patron]
Are you sweet, Mandy?
[Mandy]
I can be.
[patron]
Mmm.
What the fuck?
Hey, clmate.
What the fuck you doing?
Take it easy, amigo.
Get your fucking hand
out of my face.
Clmate.
Why don't you just
get us another round?
Nobody knows what the fuck
you're talking about.
Well, I'm speaking English,
so you'd better understand.
Do I look like your bitch
or something?
Who the fuck are y'all?
What the fuck is that
you're compensating for?
Hey.
[sniffles]
Hey!
That's my girl.
Well, she's everybody's girl.
What'd you say?
I said she's
everybody's fucking girl.
Yeah?
Yeah.
[speaking Spanish]
What are you even saying,
Tiger King?
Fuck off!
[patron] Listen to me.
Go fucking fetch us our drinks,
and get the fuck
out of my face!
I look like a fucking bitch
right now?
Huh?
Yes, you do.
Yes, you do.
You're very tough.
Go to
the fucking bar.
Get some fucking drinks.
[groans]
[Mandy] Wes!
Back up!
Back the fuck up!
Bunch of little
fucking bitches, huh,
when someone pulls a gun?
Get your fucking hands
off her.
Nah, I like this girl.
Get your fucking hands
off her!
Fucking pussy-ass bitch!
Wes, come on, babe.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Yeah, come on, Wes.
What you waiting for?
ndale. Do it.
I dare you.
ndale, cabrn.
Do it! Come on!
Do it.
What are you waiting for?
Shoot him!
Stop! Stop!
This is my fucking bar!
And, everybody,
it's closed. Go.
Move your ass!
And you too, sweetheart.
Get the fuck out of here.
Now!
Get your
fucking hand off!
Who the fuck
gave you permission--
These pricks think
they can fuck
with me, man!
Get the fuck
out of here.
Fuck 'em up.
Back the fuck off.
Listen, listen,
listen, listen.
Back up. Back up.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Seriously, listen.
Put the gun down.
It's down. All right?
Move!
Everybody,
shut the fuck up!
He didn't mean nothing.
Get the fuck away.
He fucking meant it.
He fucking meant it.
Listen to me.
I tried
to give him a chance.
You understand? I tried
to give him a chance.
I said, "Clmate, cabrn."
I said, "Clmate."
You see this?
Araas latinos,
motherfucker.
[patron 2] That's right.
Do you know what
this shit fucking means?
He disrespected me
in front of my people, man.
Oh, I'm so sorry about that,
but you see this?
And that's not
from listening
to gangster rap.
Now,
I'm asking you man-to-man.
He's a fucking moron.
I'm asking you,
have a drink with me.
All y'all, all right?
Fucking waste our alcohol!
Shut the fuck up, asshole.
I'm talking to you.
Look, I don't want
your fucking drink, okay?
I wanna fucking kill
this motherfucker.
Okay, okay, okay.
I'm asking you
to have a drink with me.
I'll deal with him later.
Please?
All right? Simple.
I don't want
your fucking drink!
You hear me?
I want
to fucking kill him!
Whoa. Whoa!
You hear me?
I want his fucking blood!
Okay,
you can have his blood.
Okay?
Let me just get out
of here.
[gunshots]
You see, motherfucker?
You see, huh?
You see, huh?
When you pull out
a fucking gun,
you see what happens, huh?
You see that?
You see that, huh?
You see?
You see what the fuck happens?
We're fucking killers now?
This is not the way
that was supposed to happen.
The FBI, Gabe?
This changes nothing.
They don't know shit.
We stick together.
We finish this.
Then we cut ties.
And everybody gets
what they want.
I don't know, man.
[cell phone buzzing]
I gotta go.
No, I got it.
Here, thank you
for the beer.
[Wes] I do my thing.
I do my dirty work.
[Rader] So what can
you tell me about?
Can you tell me
about the...
[Wes] I did.
He came in
all guns blazing and shit.
[Rader] I didn't--
I didn't come in guns blazing.
[Wes]
Was it a grand entrance?
I gotta
protect my snitch.
[Rader]
So you done fucked up.
[Wes] That was hot.
That was--
And you put
a fucking revolver
in my neck.
[Rader] Oh, shit.
The party killer's here.
He's here.
[laughs] Where'd the fuck
you come from?
Come on, man. Come on. Pick--
Come on.
Take a seat right there
and have a drink
with us, right?
[chair falls]
Let's go.
[Rader] What the fuck's wrong
with you, man?
I'm just damn proud of him.
He's part
of the brotherhood now.
We got Ruben,
Archangel Gabriel,
and we got Superboy,
and we got
one motherfucking family,
right, Pike?
Get in the truck.
You never did know how
to have fun, did you?
You should be like
your little brother more,
you know?
He's a little bit
more loose.
You wanna know something?
[chuckles]
You used to be my hero
when we were young.
[Rader laughs]
Get in the truck.
Used to be the hero.
Used to be.
What the fuck is on your--
What's wrong with you?
Because as I recall,
you were the one
who told me you were gonna
take care of this shit.
You know?
You vouched for him.
I'm just having a drink
with him.
And you know what?
Your word,
your precious word,
don't mean shit
to me no more.
And you got nothing
to say, do you?
Your brother comes in here,
pulls out a gun in my place
and I got three fucking bodies
to bury.
Give me a fucking shovel.
[laughs] Seriously,
you're still a man
of few words.
"Give me a fucking shovel."
Yeah.
You know, seriously,
you know what
your fucking problem is?
Is you actually think
that your silence
bought you favors
with me.
And you could not be
so motherfucking wrong.
Set up the bank meet.
Stay the fuck away
from my brother.
Mmm.
Sprout some wings,
Archangel Gabriel.
[coughing, retching]
Get in the truck.
Come on!
[truck door slams]
[engine starts]
[sighs]
I told you to stay
the fuck away from Rader.
Blah, blah.
You think
it's a fucking game?
Fucking game.
Do you think
this is a game?
And you love
playing a game, bitch.
Fucking little brother
fucks shit up,
big brother cleans it up.
It's fucking
merry-go-round shit
that you get off on.
Just drive.
[inhales]
[dogs barking]
[engine off]
That some more shit
you stole
from the old man?
Shut your fucking mouth, man.
You don't know
what it's fucking like.
Why don't you
fucking tell me?
[chuckles]
You wanna know
about Iraq?
I don't give a fuck
about Iraq.
You wanna know
about all the explosions
and shit?
I wanna know
why you fucked up my job!
Let me tell you something.
Over there,
I had my team,
I had my unit,
I had my brothers!
And they had
my fucking back!
Every fucking day,
I put on a uniform
that showed me
the respect I earned.
You're not wearing
that uniform anymore.
No, I'm not!
You know
what I am doing?
Sweeping some fucking shop!
Is that the best I got
to look forward to?
Been home eight months!
The best I got?
Where the fuck
are my cigarettes?
You know,
when we hit
that armored car...
most alive I have felt
since coming home,
can you believe that?
Hmm?
I just thought
Wesley fucking Russell,
you come back
to your hometown
where your daddy
and your big fucking brother,
the same brother
who was your superhero
when you were a little boy.
You can be just like them.
You can be a part
of something!
I came back thinking
that I could--
I could belong
to something too.
Can't you see I'm trying
to protect you?
[chuckles]
I don't need
your fucking protection,
motherfucker.
[gun cocks]
I think I can take care
of myself, right?
This shit gets
in your blood.
Takes over, makes you think
you're invulnerable,
but you're not.
Neither am I.
I'm trying
to look out for you, man.
You know
what's really fucked up?
Is whenever I shot
that armored guard...
I didn't feel
a fucking thing, man.
I'm no better than
some fucking Hadji overseas.
You need help.
You know what would help me
is the bank job
that Rader mentioned.
No.
We're done.
What are you talking about?
I'm not fucking done.
You gotta get clean,
brother.
And I can't save you.
[sniffles]
Get the fuck out
of my house.
The fuck out!
[door closes]
[static]
[phone rings]
We'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Just got off the phone
with the owner
of the stolen car.
Did we clear him?
Roberts is working
on it.
But get this:
the owner discovered
their keyless entry fob
stopped working prior
to the robbery.
Okay.
Is that a crime?
No.
But whoever had access
to the car
traded it out
with a look-alike fob.
Wouldn't raise questions
with the owner.
Well, did they mention
who had access prior?
Two weeks ago.
Clemens Garage
and Wrecker Service.
There's something else.
Crime lab found
a tracking device
underneath the steering column
that survived the fire.
You gotta be
shitting me.
Here's my theory:
owner takes the car in
for repair.
Someone at the shop
trades out the real fob
with a fake one.
Give me some
of those duplicates.
[Angela]
Then one of them plants
a tracking device in the car.
They wait a few days.
They track the vehicle
with GPS.
Almost there. Keep going, Gabe.
Locate the vehicle,
grab and go.
[beeps]
[locks click]
[engine starts]
Interesting skill set.
Eliminate street thugs.
And they'd have complete access
to the vehicle at the shop.
That's good.
All right, um,
let's-- let's question
the other owners
of stolen cars, okay?
See if they visited the shop.
See if they'll testify to it.
Then I want any documentation
they have, all right?
Receipts, phony key fobs,
phone calls, okay?
They got a new carburetor,
I want to know
the part number.
And let's expedite it,
right?
I want to be there
the next time these assholes
think they can take a score
in my city.
[Gabe]
What's the take?
There's $100,000
between two tellers
at the front counter.
There's an additional $100,000
right behind them
at the drive-up windows.
Every Wednesday,
at 11:00 a.m. sharp,
Wells Fargo delivers.
Now they deliver cash
for that week's payroll.
They're also picking up
any deposits that were put
in the bank that week.
But that's about $400,000
or $500,000.
You mix that
with the bank's money
and you're leaving
with at least
half a million dollar take.
How about security?
No security.
Wells Fargo guy
will come in,
he'll drop off,
he'll pick up,
and he's gone.
What about cameras?
Yeah, there's cameras.
But I'll have them disabled
for the day of
for scheduled maintenance.
So, what's your end?
My end? It's 10%.
Why does a bank manager
rob his own bank?
You trust the bank?
Banks are like
the streets, man.
You keep your eyes open,
you look both ways every time.
You gotta be present
on the day of.
I'll be there.
Devland...
I pray to God
that you
completely understand
what will happen
if this comes back on us.
Yeah, I know.
Got the schematics?
Yeah.
Everything you need
is right there.
[Brett] Looks perfect,
honey. Great job.
[spouse] Thank you.
Okay, go get Chloe.
Okay, okay.
[cell phone buzzes]
Actually, one minute.
I gotta take this.
It's the office.
Seriously?
They know it's
an important day.
Right now?
They wouldn't call me
if they didn't need anything.
One second.
Hello? Better be good.
[video game beeping]
Hey.
Grounded. Room.
[video game stops]
Now.
Yeah, one minute.
Let's go.
Don't bug your sister.
All right.
Calling me at home
on my daughter's birthday,
it better be good.
Check your email.
Okay.
Per your request,
I set up a meet
with the CI Remy.
He wants to meet tonight.
[chuckles]
My man, Remy.
Brett!
[sighs] Yeah?
One minute, honey.
One minute, okay?
Just...
What am I looking at?
Open the attachment.
They're connected.
All stolen vehicles
visited the shop two weeks
prior to the robbery.
And we cleared the owners?
Ran into a problem.
What kind of problem?
Two of the owners
have priors.
The others think
we're implicating them.
Refuse to testify.
Well, all right.
We can force a deposition.
Either way,
we know these guys
are involved.
We need to move on this.
Listen, I want to know
everything there is
about this shop.
I want to know everything
there is about the people
working there.
If they got any records.
See if they've ever
employed felons before.
And let's get surveillance
on them, ASAP. All right?
Right. Got it.
Thank you.
Okay.
[party horn blows]
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicks]
Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Is, um--
Is Dawnette working today?
What happened?
[beeping]
Hey.
[sighs]
What can I get you?
I-- I don't wanna talk
to you right now.
Do you feel
like you can drink
or eat anything?
I don't need your help,
okay?
I made it this far
without you,
I'm-- I'm fine now.
I'm just trying to help.
It is my fault.
You wouldn't understand.
Help me understand.
[knocking]
[hospital workers chattering]
How are you feeling,
Ms. Russell?
Like shit.
How is she?
Luckily,
there's no broken bones.
Just external abrasions.
The good news is,
as of right now,
the fetus hasn't miscarried.
But that could change anytime
in the next 24 to 48 hours.
There's just no way
to know yet
what might happen.
It all depends
on how your body responds.
Okay.
I'd, uh, like to keep you
another day
to run some more tests.
In situations like this,
the hospital provides
a case manager
that, uh, I'd like you
to speak to.
They'll be over soon.
You should go.
How far along are you?
Two months.
I already told Eddie about it
and he flipped out.
Um...
He thought I was trying
to trap him
or trick him or something,
I guess.
I don't know.
Maybe he's right.
Was that Eddie
at the diner?
Yeah.
You gonna say something?
I'm leaving soon.
I've got a place
and I want
more than anything
for you to go with me.
We can start over.
[scoffs] I can't-- I can't
just pick up and leave.
I mean,
it's not that easy
for me.
I don't have any money.
I don't even know
how I'm gonna pay for this.
Let me worry about that.
Would you just
think about it?
[sighs]
I do need one thing
from you.
What?
I need to know
how to find Eddie.
[knocking]
[hammer cocks]
Who is it?
[Gabe] Me.
Yeah.
What do you want?
I've got a problem.
You asking me for help?
Yeah.
All right.
Why didn't you fucking say so?
All right,
there's no back door
and only one way in.
You got a gun?
[sniffles]
I don't need one.
[Eddie]
Who the fuck is it?
Jehovah's fucking Witness.
Open the door.
Wes.
[Eddie groans]
[screams]
Jesus.
[gunshot]
[screams]
Look at me, motherfucker.
Pack your shit
and get out of town.
[gun cocks]
I don't ever want you
to talk to Dawn again.
You hear me?
Fuck you.
[groaning]
Hey.
Hey!
Let go of me!
Come on.
You got him.
You got him.
You got him.
[coughs]
Whoo!
[laughs]
Pretty boy got fucked up.
[laughs]
Hey.
You're all over the place.
Pull over.
I'm fine.
Pull the fuck over.
Come on, slow down.
Right there.
[breathes heavily]
Is my niece all right?
Is she gonna be okay?
Yeah.
She's gonna be.
I'm proud of you.
Thanks for being there.
[chuckles, sniffles]
If you want in,
you're in.
You know what's funny
is for the first time
I think I want out
of this place.
By the looks of it,
I think you do too.
[sniffles]
Let's go.
[whirring]
[Brett]
Hey, Remy.
[sighs]
Well, what's up, Remy?
[scoffs]
Flat broke, man.
Done run out
of money again.
Need a little help
from my friends.
I got you right here.
What, are they trying
to bring you back
into the fold, huh?
Oh, no, no, no, man.
I told you,
I'm through with that shit.
I'm not going back.
Well, but is that life
through with you?
Once you cross over,
you never really come back.
Quit fucking with me,
super agent man.
What the fuck you want?
You heard about this crew
that's been hitting
these armored cars?
Yeah, I heard about 'em.
So?
Well, I was kinda hoping
a little birdie
might have told you something.
You know, it's a--
it's a big city, Remy,
but it's a-- a small,
organized crime underground.
Yeah. I don't know
who these motherfuckers are,
man.
But they're grabbing
this shit quick.
They jerking it
off the streets.
Shit, they're trying
to beat your record.
Ain't nobody gonna break
my damn record, man.
You know,
I was trying to get out,
man.
Your line of business
does have a shelf life, Remy.
You want my opinion?
Mm-hmm.
These boys are gonna
grab their money.
They're gonna pay
all their damn bills off
and then
they're gonna disappear,
man.
And when they gone,
you ain't never
gonna see 'em again.
Plus, I'll tell you
what's gonna happen,
they're gonna stick
their goddamn toes
in some sand
and laugh at your ass.
So you don't recognize
the MO?
I don't recognize anything.
Hmm. Why, 'cause you would
have heard something by now?
I swear to God, man.
I think somebody's
taking care of 'em, man.
They'll take care of them
as long as they want to.
And then at some point,
just like me,
they get stuck.
And when they stuck,
they fucked.
[sighs]
You know,
I just gave you
a whole lot
of money there, Remy.
You haven't really
told me shit.
What the fuck you want?
Well, who do you know
that can move
that quantity of money?
I mean,
besides a casino?
There's only
one motherfucker
I can think of.
Yeah, who's that?
It's gotta be...
goddamn Whitman Rader.
[Dawn]
So, what happens now?
Come with me.
Don't make promises
you can't keep, okay?
No, listen.
Two days.
That's all I need.
Why two days?
Because I've got
some loose ends.
Pack a bag.
Just enough
to get out of town.
Meet me Wednesday night.
We can leave
from the diner.
Can you do that?
I won't let you down again.
[Brett]
Okay, what have we got?
Wesley Allen Russell.
Served eight years
in the Army.
Five in the Rangers.
Ran him. No priors.
Discharged after popping hot
for cocaine
after a two week recce
in Iraq.
Been employed at the shop
ever since his return.
And most recently
became the proud owner
of a new Roush Mustang.
Guy thinks he's Magnum P.I.
What I wanna know is,
how does someone afford
this car on minimum wage?
[scoffs]
Well, that's our position.
Mm-hmm.
He'd also have knowledge
of weapons and tactics.
The plot thickens.
Mmm. Rader,
what do we know
about him?
Owns a local dive
outside of town.
But get this,
25 years ago,
Rader was running organized
crime in Dallas County.
Has a jacket
as long as my arm.
Goes off the map
in about '04.
Been clean ever since.
And how does Wesley track
with Rader?
Word on the street
is that he frequents his bar.
Okay. Let's run him
through Intelligence.
See what they find out.
What about this guy?
[Angela] Big guy?
Yeah.
We're not sure yet.
Okay.
And?
Shop foreman.
And the Spanish guy?
Too many to track.
The shop employs mostly
Spanish-speaking personnel.
What's our move?
Where is
this Wesley Russell now?
Surveillance tracked him
to a dance club.
What, strippers?
Could be washing the money.
Let's bring him in.
I want to talk to him.
[car alarm honking]
[agent]
Mr. Russell?
FBI!
Hands on the car!
Hands on the fucking car!
[groans]
You got me.
[alarm stops]
[Brett]
Has he said anything?
Not a word.
Ah, good.
We'll let him sweat
a little.
Don't spook him.
We don't need him
to lawyer up.
[sighs]
Well,
let's keep it simple then.
Mr. Russell.
Finally.
Do you have a cigarette?
[both] No.
I'm Agent Jordan.
This is Agent Solomon.
That's fucking great.
Am I in trouble
or something?
Well, not unless
you're married.
[chuckles]
Got a little glitter
on your shoulder there, bud.
We just have
a few questions
for you.
How long have you worked
at Clemens?
A few months, I guess.
Yeah, give or take.
What's the pay like there?
[chuckles]
Pay? Fucking pay.
You know what?
That's exactly
what I was saying.
Right,
we were just talking
about this.
I mean, a Ranger, right?
Sweeping floors at a garage.
That's grunt work.
It can't pay more
than minimum wage.
I ain't no fucking grunt.
Okay, okay.
I got a-- a kid,
he's about to turn 16.
My wife and I were about
to get him a new ride.
But, uh, you know,
they're not cheap.
Cars these days.
And I noticed
that you got a new car.
So,
I was just wondering,
how does someone afford
something like that
on minimum wage?
Hazard pay.
From the shoot-'em-up
army days.
Army left you
with hazard pay.
Of course, they probably
left you with
some other things, right?
Like, uh,
weapons training?
Hostage tactics?
Maybe a chip
on your shoulder?
Where's this going?
Look, Mr. Russell,
explain to us--
How do you
know Whitman Rader?
You look like a nice lady.
Is this one of those moments
where I need a lawyer?
[Brett]
Well, I don't know.
You know,
it's not a bad idea,
right?
But, usually,
in our line of work,
if somebody needs a lawyer,
uh, they have something
to hide so...
I don't know
a fucking Whitman Rader.
Okay. That's weird.
That is weird though,
because the word
on the street
is you frequent his bar
quite a bit.
Solomon.
What? We're just talking.
We're just talking here,
all right?
Just-- Just tell me
how you know the guy.
Yeah, and that's my cue.
I'll take a--
a get-out-of-jail-free card.
I'll take that-- that lawyer.
Listen, I apologize.
Shit. I'm sorry.
We got off
on the wrong foot here.
How about this?
I'll make you another deal.
You tell me who this is
and, uh,
you're free to go.
Moving, cover.
Shot!
[gunshots]
Moving!
Cover!
Shot.
Moving.
Shot!
Shot.
Moving. Shot!
[gunshot]
Taught you fucks well.
Get a few rounds in?
No. What do you want?
You look like shit.
Yeah.
I wanted to see you.
We're meeting tomorrow night.
[gunshots in distance]
The fuck's wrong
with you?
We need to talk.
[train whistle blows]
[Gabe]
So how'd they pick up on you?
[Wes]
The Roush.
What'd you tell 'em?
Nothing.
No. No, look at me.
What did you tell them?
Nothing, man.
I didn't tell them shit.
Okay, I swear.
[Marcos] Do they know
about the bank?
No, but they're--
they're curious
about Rader.
Wanna know how I figure
into things.
They know about me?
Yeah, this F--
this FBI dude,
Agent Solomon,
he's smart.
Do they know about me?
He fucking knows
about you!
Okay?
It's the FBI!
[squawking]
[Marcos] We play this game
until we're done, Gabe.
Gotta call it off.
[train whistle blows]
It's over, baby.
Gabe,
what are we gonna do?
[whistles]
[ratchet whirring]
Damn.
This is a nice shop.
That's what
dirty money gets you,
huh?
Huh.
You must be, uh,
Ruben Russell's son.
Ran narcotics
for, uh, Whitman Rader
back in the '90s.
Gabriel Russell, right?
That's right.
Who are you?
Oh, sorry.
Agent Solomon.
You know, Gabriel,
I had a really nice chat
with your brother.
Told me all about you.
I mean, he only had
nice things to say,
of course.
In fact, I think
he looks up to you,
if you ask me.
Can I help you
with something?
Well,
actually I was
gonna see if--
You know,
maybe if I showed you
some photographs,
you could answer
some questions
about 'em for me?
I'm pretty busy.
Well,
just take a minute.
Does that ring any bells?
Oh, come on, buddy.
That's not your barbecue?
Oh, wait.
Let me show you my favorite.
This is great.
You guys left that
underneath that last car.
[laughs]
Thought you were smarter
than that.
No idea.
Nothing, huh?
Hmm.
Well,
that's all right.
Federal agents are actually
combing through your place
right now as we speak.
[shouts]
FBI!
FBI!
Got a warrant.
[agents shouting]
Check those cabinets.
Check that room.
Turn this place upside down.
Clear.
You know,
I read your file.
You spent 16 years
in prison
because you wouldn't
give up information about
your criminal associates.
Yeah,
I don't betray my brothers.
[chuckles] I love it,
you guys and your
brotherhood criminal bullshit.
So many secrets.
Speaking of brotherhood,
though, what about the, uh--
the hit they put out on you?
Man, I heard you put
that guy in the hospital
for a month.
I mean,
somebody put a green light
on you, Gabriel.
Somebody must have thought
you were gonna talk.
Is that why your father
stopped working
with Rader?
Clear!
Just--
Just answer me one thing.
Just--
Just tell me why.
Why, what?
Why take down scores again
for your old boss?
You must be confused.
I don't do that anymore.
Time changes us.
Well,
that's where I think
you're wrong.
I think time,
for people like you,
is a weapon.
So, I guess it's
just a coincidence, huh,
that every owner
of the stolen vehicles
visited this shop
before the robberies.
What a mystery.
Mmm. The odds?
[chuckles]
[cell phone buzzes]
You know,
you and your crew,
you killed that guard.
For that,
you're gonna burn.
It's over for you,
Gabriel.
You know what's coming
for you.
Whatever's over for me
came a long time ago.
Glad we agree on something.
Have a nice day.
Hey, Wesley.
Good to see you.
[door hinge creaks]
[clock ticking]
[dispatcher] Eleven John Five,
Eleven John Five, come in.
[grunts]
Hi, baby.
[buzzing]
Oh, shit.
[groans]
Hello?
What?
What happened?
[Gabe]
You have them?
You're late.
[sniffles]
For good reason.
I don't think anybody here
can argue...
$640,000
for one day's work.
Not too bad, right?
So, the accountant
will be at the site,
exchange the cash
as soon as you arrive.
We're ready.
10:55 sharp,
we're at the bank.
Park on the side,
but come in strong
through the front.
Upon our entry,
I separate the tellers
from the alarms.
Control the counters
and the window.
I'm gonna manage
all the bank guests
and communication devices.
Tablets, cell phones,
I got it.
Once we're in,
the world is ours.
No panic buttons,
no calls out.
Get the bank's money,
we wait for the armored car
to arrive.
When it does,
guard walks in,
we take him down.
Frisked, zipped,
nobody gets hurt.
Nobody dies.
And we're back here
tomorrow morning,
10:00.
You got it, bro.
Gabe.
Wait.
Yeah, I got this,
uh, sneaking suspicion
that-- that you gotta
tell me something,
or you got something
to say to me.
So, just say it.
I got nothing to say to you.
You got nothing?
Then I'll see you
tomorrow.
Good.
Va bien?
Yeah,
we stick with the plan.
Let's go.
What happened?
We lost 'em.
What does that mean?
It means that somehow
they evaded
our surveillance.
It's a rhetorical question,
all right?
I know what it means.
What about, uh--
What about Wesley's car?
Well,
it's still parked downtown.
He never came back
for it.
Okay. Well then,
yeah, easy fix, right?
We focus on his brother.
Same with Gabriel.
His truck is still
at the garage.
We didn't find anything
at Gabriel's place.
It was clean, Solomon.
And we have cars
outside their homes
right now, correct?
We do. They're not there.
Right now?
I mean,
it's two common thugs, guys.
I mean,
what about their father?
What about, uh, Ruben?
Off the grid.
No known address.
All right, well...
Fuck it.
We'll contact Gabe's PO.
We don't have a case yet,
Solomon.
If the PO catches wind
that we're onto him,
he's gonna arrest him
for parole violation.
[groans]
He's gonna serve out
his remaining sentence
and walk.
That what you want?
Are we not the FBI?
Figure it out.
Come to make your peace?
I have.
I'm leaving.
I'm taking Dawn with me.
You know what to do?
Yes, sir.
Then let this be it
for us.
I'll hold a space
for you, son.
Let me call you back.
This is the remaining balance
on the property
and some start-up cash.
Can you put the deed
in someone's else's name?
I sure can.
Can I trust you?
Of course.
Thank you.
You're welcome, Gabe.
Hey.
Go ahead.
Tell me something good.
We got anything?
No, we got nothing.
[sighs]
Can I help you?
We're actually closed.
Hello.
Who killed
my little brother?
Oh.
Well,
information costs money.
At least in my neck
of the woods.
Hmm.
[water running]
[flushes]
[Mandy]
Baby?
[knocks]
Yeah?
[Mandy]
I'm packed.
Baby!
No!
[Mandy screams]
[gunshot]
[Wes groans]
[gunshot]
[gun clatters on ground]
[Wes groaning]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[groans, breathing heavily]
[breathing stops]
[cell phone ringing]
[sniffling]
Yeah?
How are you?
Um, better.
Everything's gonna
be all right now.
New beginnings.
[sniffles]
Are you there?
[sighs]
Uh, yeah.
New beginnings.
Be ready tonight.
I will.
Okay.
[sniffles]
[sniffles]
[sniffles]
Hey, Gabe.
We can't wait
for him, man.
We gotta go.
[car horn honks]
[car doors slam]
Where's
Superboy?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Do you?
How the fuck
would I know
where he is?
You're the one
who vouched for him.
Superboy probably
skipped town.
Mm-hmm.
Which is probably
for the best.
So, it looks like
you're gonna need
a third man.
Would you do me a favor?
Go with him?
No, fuck that.
He's not going with us.
Well,
he knows the workups,
and he can
control the room better
than even I can,
all right?
And by the way,
you don't have
any time left.
You're out of it.
So don't even think
about disagreeing with me,
all right?
You make me proud,
okay?
[pats]
I got you.
Show him the ropes.
Give me
that fucking vest.
All stations,
can I get a sit rep?
Baker 218 to Adam 12,
we are on staging location.
Parking lot secure.
Stay off the radio.
We're good.
It's time.
Everybody, stay calm
and get down!
Get down
on your knees!
Get down on your knees!
Get on the ground!
[Gabe]
Hands up! Hands up!
[robbers shouting]
Hands on your head!
[Marcos] Listen up.
[Gabe]
Everybody, be calm.
Everybody, be calm.
I said get the fuck down!
Take out your cell phones.
Put them on the ground!
Do it! Quickly!
Loose bills.
Just leave the cash.
No dye packs.
Do you understand me?
See this little boy
out here?
He wants to go home today.
Your turn.
Nice and easy.
Get the fuck down!
Hey! Get out here!
On your knees.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the bank manager.
Bullshit!
Don't you fucking lie
to me.
Where's Devland?
[manager] I told you.
Eyes forward.
Everybody, out. Let's go.
Let's go.
[Gabe] On your knees.
Everybody's doing great.
Come on.
Everybody, be calm.
[Pike]
Hands on
your fucking heads!
Right here.
On your knees.
[Pike] On your fucking knees.
Faces down!
I need you to give this
to Agent Solomon.
Do you understand me?
What are you doing?
Ho, ho! Oh!
What the fuck
is going on
with you motherfuckers?
What do you got
going on?
[Marcos] Hold on.
[Gabe] Hey!
Hey! What are you--
Look at me.
Easy. Easy.
Hold on, Pike.
What the fuck
do you think you're doing?
Put the gun down.
Fuck this.
[cries]
We don't do this.
Uh-uh.
This is my show.
Easy, Pike.
Right here. Hey.
What're you doing,
flanking me?
Look at me!
It ain't going down
like that, son.
Put it down.
Get over here,
motherfucker.
Move! Over here!
You get over here,
motherfucker.
Get the fuck o--
Uh-uh.
You're not looking at him.
I'm right here.
I'm right fucking here!
Uh-uh!
[gunshots]
[Marcos groans]
Gabe! Gabe.
Hey, it's all right.
[groaning]
We got this.
Let's go.
[groaning]
Give me your keys!
In the car! In the car!
[breathes heavily]
[Brett on radio]
Where are these guys?
We got fucked here, man.
What do you wanna do?
Get Rader
on the phone.
Find out
where the fuck
these guys are.
Right now!
Stay with me.
Hey. Stay with me.
The hospital's right here.
They're gonna be looking
for us there. [coughing]
It doesn't matter.
We play this game
until we don't.
Hey, we're past that.
You hear me?
It's gonna be okay.
Tell Camilla...
[coughs]
...and the kids
that I love them.
You're gonna tell
'em yourself.
You had that baby boy, man.
I don't want her
to know.
I don't want her
to know.
Hey. Hey.
We got this.
[groans]
Breathe. Just breathe.
Hey! Brother...
[wheezing]
Hey, hey.
Marcos.
Mar-- Marcos?
Marcos!
Hey! Hey! Hey.
Hey.
Fuck! Fuck!
[flames ignite]
[lock clicks]
Gabriel? Look like
you're coming out
of the ether there.
Where's Pike?
You're the informant.
Informant?
What's this?
Where's my brother?
Brother?
Karma's
a motherfucking bitch, eh?
[Rader groaning]
You fucked me,
didn't you?
[laughs]
I guess you won, huh?
[chuckles]
Man...
I told you
to stay away
from my brother.
No, wait, wait.
Please, wait, wait.
Please.
[groans]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[shutter clicks]
[manager]
Are you Agent Solomon?
[Brett] Yes.
He told me
to give this to you.
Who did?
The robber.
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicks]
Found the escape vehicle.
Torched.
And, Solomon,
they said one
of the robbers was inside.
And somebody got
to Rader.
He was found shot dead
in his bar
15 minutes ago.
[sighs, clears throat]
You sons of bitches
got some explaining to do.
Sheriff, what are you--
what are you talking about?
Any reason why
the FBI might be
coordinating with local PD
on a bank job
behind my back?
What bank?
Frontier State Bank.
Y'all got an agent
on that deal.
[door opens]
What the hell
is Albright doing here?
Hey.
Funny seeing you here.
I've been meaning
to come--
Oh! My man!
Yo! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Here's some advice.
Don't run
an undercover bust
during my
fucking investigation!
Prick!
You all right?
[train whistle blows]
How you doing?
[cashier]
What can I get ya?
On three out there.
Can we add this to it?
Fuck!
[gun cocks]
[tires squeal]
[gunshot]
Hey. We're closed.
Um, no,
I'm actually waiting
on someone.
There's no one here.
Okay. I'm sorry.
Good night.
[train whistle blowing]
[coughing,
breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[door opens,
closes]
[buzzer sounds]
[door opens, closes]
Mr. Russell?
You know the routine.
Place your hands
on the wall for me.
See you later,
and when you're done,
let's talk.
[typing on keyboard]
In accordance
of Texas State Department
of Corrections
maximum status release,
you've met the three-month
mandatory contact standard.
It's my determination
that you are in compliance
with the conditions
of your parole.
You've found employment,
passed all mandatory
drug screenings
and are attending
the required
group therapy sessions
for violent offenders.
This is all, uh,
noted in your personal file.
Mr. Russell,
how would you say
things have been for you
since your return to society?
[knocks]
[sniffles]
[grunts]
[pounds]
I know what the fuck
you're doing to me.
[sniffles]
[guard on radio]
We're about finished here.
Clear to exit?
[phone dings]
All clear.
It's time.
[engine starts]
We're on, baby.
[speaking Spanish]
Don't move!
Drop the fucking bags!
Drop the bag!
Thirty seconds!
Turn around,
hands on your head!
Moving!
Covering!
[gun unloads]
Get on your fucking knees!
Set!
Moving!
Cover!
All set!
Moving!
I'm set!
I'm moving!
Shoot!
[gunshots]
[robber 1] Come on,
let's get the fuck out
of here!
Let's go, let's go!
Come on!
What did the fuck
did you do?
Hey, hey, hey!
Heads up! Heads up!
Fuck!
God! Shit!
The fuck
is wrong with you?
Just drive.
[siren wails in distance]
[cell phone rings]
Hey, babe, what's up?
[whispers]
What? Define knife.
All right, well, uh,
I-- I can't talk
about this right now.
Well, right now is work, okay?
We'll talk about it
when I get home.
It's okay.
We'll figure it out.
All right, well,
tell baby girl I love her.
I love you too.
Fly in the ointment?
Matthew took a knife
to school.
A knife?
What is he, 14?
He's 15.
Are they expelling him?
Well, I don't know.
Sure hope not.
Private school ain't cheap.
Hell, education isn't cheap.
I'm still paying off
college loans.
[chuckles]
Yeah, maybe you could borrow
some money from this crew.
No shit.
Evidence response team?
No, we're just looking
for a place
to get some lunch.
[chuckles] Yeah.
I'm Special Agent
Brett Solomon. FBI.
Good to meet you.
Special Agent
Angela Jordan.
Pleasure.
Major Crimes Division.
We appreciate the assist.
Dan Pogue. Sheriff.
So this is what
the FBI looks like now,
huh?
Times are changing fast
over there.
Well, not fast enough,
if you ask me.
So, what's the MO?
Well,
we had three gunmen
wearing masks
carrying ARs,
couple of Glocks.
Lord knows what all.
You wanna
walk us through?
Well, the, uh--
the guard,
he came out of the bank
carrying the money bags.
The gunmen ambushed him
from a SUV.
One of the gunmen
shot the guard.
Driver witness it?
Whole deal.
Everything.
[Brett]
And where is he?
She.
Indoors. Let's go.
[whirring]
[whirring stops]
That's the roundup, eh?
Yeah.
Well, little brother,
you got, uh, 270 grand.
Get him clean cash
from the back.
[clears throat]
Just a quick question.
What the fuck happened
out there?
It's on me.
No doubt about that.
When the feds are
up my fucking ass,
that's on you too.
We all knew
there was a risk.
I could give two shits
that you whacked
a fucking pig, okay?
I'm talking
about the cowboy shit,
all right?
And if that shit
comes back on me...
there's gonna be fucking hell
to pay.
What are you saying?
It simply means that if you
back me in a fucking corner,
and you leave me one option...
Okay, different tact.
Give me your word
this is not coming back on me.
Sixteen years inside,
motherfucker.
That's my word.
You're as temperamental
as your old man.
How is Ruben?
A fucking prick.
You should go see him.
Okay.
So I'm gonna go with God
and your word is good.
What about, uh--
What about Superboy?
Superboy?
What are you talking about?
Your brother.
What about him?
You vouch for him?
He's my brother.
That gives me
so much solace.
[sighs]
You want a drink?
Give me a minute.
'Cause I just got thrown
something that you might
be interested in.
It's a bank job.
Weekly cash delivery.
Uh, armored car.
Here's the thing.
It is mid to high,
six figures.
And my inside guy Devland,
he's the bank manager.
He just wants
to meet you.
When?
Next week.
You interested?
We sit down.
Talk about the particulars.
Yeah?
Yeah, I'm in.
Good.
Before I forget,
it's good
to have you back.
[door opens]
All right,
what can you tell us
about 'em?
Um, what--
what do you wanna know?
Well, how did they come in?
I mean, were they fast?
Did they--
Did they seem
like professionals?
They--
They moved like a--
a SWAT team.
Okay. Sounds tactical.
Maybe military.
Mm-hmm.
Anything stand out?
Any tattoos
or distinguishing marks?
I mean, one--
one spoke Spanish.
Well, that narrows it down
to about one-third
of the population.
The one-- The one
that, um, held his--
his gun to me...
had, uh--
he-- he was the leader.
He just had this--
this look.
How could you tell
he was the leader?
Oh, you--
you could just--
just tell.
Fair enough.
Anything else
you can remember?
One of the others shot--
shot Philip.
Local PD
found the drop car.
Okay.
Just give us a minute,
okay?
Be right back.
Make it quick.
Let me guess. Extra crispy?
You got it.
A Good Samaritan phoned it in,
thought some honkies
blew a meth lab.
We're running the plates now.
[Angela] Most likely stolen.
[Brett]
Where'd they find the car?
Sending smoke signals
a county over.
Probably a waste of time
and against
my better judgment,
but let's check the car
for prints, DNA, hair,
anything that can
lead us back
to these guys.
Then let's check the VIN
against any previous owners,
and the title.
You got it.
Okay.
My team will get
in touch with you.
We're real sorry
for what happened
to your partner.
[sniffles]
Th-Thank you.
Look at me.
I'm gonna get 'em.
[clears throat, sniffles]
[door opens]
Where is he?
[toilet flushes]
[door opens]
What the fuck
took you so long?
Did you go see Daddy?
No.
[unzips bag]
Don't smoke in here.
That's for you.
Gracias.
Hey. Where's mine?
Is that the last one?
[brother] I don't know.
Go fucking check.
Frisk the guard!
That was your one job!
I did, motherfucker!
How am I supposed
to know he had
a fucking ankle piece?
We don't shoot people.
When someone pulls
a fucking gun,
you be prepared
for when it goes off!
Spare me
the military bullshit.
It doesn't impress me.
It's not fucking bullshit.
It's the fucking truth.
A rule I fucking live by!
There's one rule.
We don't get caught.
I didn't see
the gun either, Gabe.
I didn't.
Fuck out
of my face.
[sighs]
[brother] I fucked up.
There you go.
That what you wanted
to hear?
Hmm?
What about
that fucking bullshit
out there?
You think that's not
gonna get us jailed?
That's my fucking car.
Gabe is right, man.
You know the shop
doesn't pay big wages.
We gotta make
this look good, baby.
Yeah, whatever.
I'm gonna hold on
to your share.
Until it cools down
or until you
grow the fuck up.
Hold on.
Come-- Come again.
[scoffs]
My fucking daddy now,
paying me an allowance?
It's my money!
What happened to the 85
from the Southlake job?
What happened to the 70
from the Flower Mound truck?
Casino or strip club,
motherfucker?
[scoffs]
Just shut the fuck up
already.
Fuck off my back.
Did, uh...
[sniffles]
Did Rader mention
he have any more work?
I don't need Rader for jobs.
I want you to stay away
from him.
Why?
I didn't do time for him.
I did.
Stay out of his bar.
That clear?
You know, uh,
I deserve to be part
of the brotherhood too, right?
Stay out of his bar.
I'm serious.
Fuck you!
[door slams]
[engine revving]
Adios.
[tires squealing]
Armored car driver
was right.
Mm-hmm.
It appears they've taken
a class or two.
[buzzes]
Need to take it?
[sighs]
No. I'll call her back.
She's just trying to plan
Chloe's birthday party,
and trying to figure out
what we're gonna do
with my son.
Did you talk to him?
[laughs]
No.
When was the last time
you talked to a teenager?
Think I'd have more luck
breaking into a bank vault.
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Pause that for a second.
You see that?
Hmm.
Someone has a conscience.
[cook] Order up.
Here you go.
Do you need anything else?
[patron] No, thank you.
Okay. Just let me know.
Hey.
Talk to me.
Let go of me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I'll tell you
when it's time
to let go.
[scoffs]
Okay.
Let's go.
[sighs]
What do you keep coming
over here for?
I just wanted
to see you.
What do you want?
Could you take a break?
Maybe sit down.
Have some coffee
or something?
What happened?
Did he do that?
Don't act
like you care.
I'm still your dad.
You don't deserve that.
You know,
how about I tell you
what I deserve.
It's better than you
and it's better than this.
But it's all
I've ever had.
Eventually,
you just get
fucking used to it.
You remind me of your mom.
She died a long time ago.
Just like you did.
Order something
or leave.
I know I haven't been there,
but I'm trying to change--
Order something
or fucking leave.
I'll take some coffee.
[sighs]
I don't wanna
see you again.
[sniffles]
[Angela]
Here we got
our Spanish speaker.
Trigger man.
Crew leader.
Mm-hmm.
I like it.
Crime lab came back
on the robbery SUV.
It's clean.
No prints. No DNA.
Yeah, you were right.
Plates were decoys.
And the wheel
goes round.
But we were able
to trace the VIN number
of the SUV
back to an owner out of Dallas
who reported it stolen
two days ago.
Okay. Well,
let's subpoena the owner.
Bring 'em in for questioning.
See if they have any priors,
anything that will link 'em
to the other robberies.
And, uh,
let's check with local CIs,
see if there's anything
on the ground. Okay?
Thank you, Roberts.
Good job.
Agent Solomon.
The man, the myth,
the legend.
Oh, you're the only legend
left here in this bureau, Dick.
I was referring
to your father,
but that is a nice tie
you got there.
Thank you.
Yeah, daughter
picked it out.
She has good taste.
Yeah.
Why are you referring
to him for?
You know, seeing you
in your father's shoes
right now,
he'd have been proud.
You know,
some bitter lessons
were learned at Waco.
And, uh, he shouldn't
have punished himself
for other people's sins.
Yeah.
[sniffles, sighs]
Two dollars
for a bottle of water.
Can you believe that?
Highway robbery,
if you ask me.
So, did you really come
all the way down here
to be nostalgic?
You know,
Intelligence Division
keeps me busy enough.
Mmm.
Takes a lot of work keeping
things hush-hush, you know.
Silence is the language
of God.
Indeed.
[clears throat]
So, why don't we
just cut the shit,
and tell me really why
you're down here?
I heard you took on
that robbery crew.
And there's a lot
of publicity in it.
Just wanna know
if you have any leads.
Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, we're--
we're close actually.
Yeah, uh-huh.
Well, good to hear.
Let me know if I can
do anything to help at all.
All right.
Anything.
You know,
and obviously, Dick,
if Intelligence has any
information on the case
that would be beneficial,
you'll be sure
to let me know as well,
right?
If I hear anything at all,
I'll be sure
to let you know.
But can I offer some advice?
Some, uh, advice
your father didn't take.
Yeah. And what advice
would that be?
It's okay
if you don't win this one.
[laughs]
Well,
that is terrible advice.
I can understand
why he didn't listen.
The day ain't over yet.
[printer whirring]
Typically,
you don't catch Texans
trading in their spurs
for skis.
[chuckles]
Look.
I just want you to know
that I appreciate
what you did
for my cousin
while you were
on the inside.
And as we discussed
before,
all you need
is 5% earnest money
to show commitment.
You got the money?
Well...
I'd say
that's a whole lot more
than 5%.
How much is it?
It's $250,000.
I'd ask where it came from,
but asking is for lawyers.
And as long
as I get my percentage,
we got a deal.
[keys tapping]
There will be a $60,000
remaining balance.
I just need you
to sign below.
Next to the X, pal.
Good. I will draft
a cashier's check.
I'll overnight it
to ensure they receive this
in a timely manner.
This check's gotta be received
within five days
of the binding-agreement date.
It is a competitive market
out there.
You don't wanna waste
a moment.
You're all set.
Pleasure doing business
with you.
[whistling]
[Gabe] What do you want?
The boy's lost to me.
Did you know
he took 'em?
I did.
I know what you did too.
What do you know
about me?
It's all over
the morning news.
[coughs]
Yeah, that went south.
You should cut ties.
Walk away.
That's what you do.
I'm not talking about me!
[coughs]
Yeah, you never did
much talking back then.
The past ain't never
where you think
you left it, boy.
I've accepted
what I've done.
Have you?
[coughing]
[groans]
You should talk
to a doctor.
[sighs]
Ain't no doctor
could cure me.
[sniffs]
I'm an old man.
Old men die.
[coughs]
You're a reformed man.
[laughs] Reformed.
[chuckles] Mmm.
[spits, groans]
Is that
what you call yourself?
Doing what you think
is right
ain't the same
as doing what's right.
Yeah, there's never been
anything right
about this family.
I guess being a criminal
runs in ours.
You know,
it's a good thing your mother
ain't around to see
how we all turned out.
You got a choice, boy.
Look where mine led.
[coughs]
Rader won't stop.
What makes you think
I won't?
You're like me.
He knows it.
You don't know me
at all.
You can't trust him.
[music playing on speakers]
What's up, Brandy?
[Brandy] Hey, baby,
how are ya?
I'm good.
You doing okay?
I'm doing awesome.
Good.
You know where Mandy's at?
Right upstairs
waiting on you.
Hey.
My man.
Hey, man.
Doing good, bro-bro?
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Good. Good to see you, man.
Take it easy,
all right?
[patrons laughing,
chattering]
[music continues playing]
Fuck off.
[music continues playing]
Hey.
That was my last one.
Where you been?
Doing man shit.
Mmm.
"Man shit."
Man shit.
You know me.
How you been?
Better now
that you're here.
Yeah?
[horn honks]
Gonna get a new one
once this is over?
No.
Smart folks
keep the old ones running.
Hey.
Uh, do you care
if I score some early cash?
Yeah, I do.
Before I leave.
Yeah, I do.
Actually, I mind.
If you're not gonna
do a fucking job,
you're not getting paid,
all right?
Come on, dude.
I already stocked
the shelves and shit.
Uh, I got everything
done already. Come on.
And now I need you
to sweep the floor.
You fucking kidding me?
No, I'm not.
Do I look like
some little grunt bitch?
Make one of the--
one of those
little chickenshits do it.
Come on, man.
Remember, kid,
I didn't fucking want you here.
Your brother did.
You know what?
Fuck you, Dallas!
Get control
of your brother,
Gabe.
[brother]
Bitch-ass motherfucker!
[engine cranking]
Engine is shot, man.
Yeah.
I'll take you home.
[speaking Spanish]
Gracias.
No problem, brother.
In the shop.
Gabe gave me a ride.
Oh.
Hey, Gabe!
[baby coos]
[baby cries]
Shh, shh, shh.
Gracias.
De nada.
[Marcos in Spanish]
Are you finished
with your plate?
Thank you.
He does.
Yeah. Yeah, he does.
I plan to teach my son
how to fish.
Just like my father
taught me.
Did you do much fishing?
Cerveza
just for you.
Thank you.
[both speaking Spanish]
Long time ago, I did.
When I, uh...
My mom used
to leave my old man.
Every couple of years,
she'd always come back.
One year, she took, uh,
me and Wes up north,
where she came from.
Her brother had a boat.
Wes and I
spent the whole summer
on the lake.
It's the best memory
of my life.
You should go back someday.
Okay.
[Gabe in Spanish]
How the fuck
did you score that?
[chuckles]
I know you,
motherfucker.
See, man, um,
when you got locked up,
I went back to Mexico,
lay low for a little bit.
But when I met Camilla,
I knew that she was the one.
Mmm. Mmm.
[sniffles]
She got pregnant
with my son.
We decided to come back
to America.
Wanted to give him the best,
you know?
[sniffles]
Anyways, man,
how is Dawn?
She ought to be
in her 20s by now.
She hates me.
I earned it.
I was pretty fucked up.
[sniffles]
I wasn't there for her
when her mom died.
I don't think she ever
really had a chance.
You know what I mean?
Is there a way
to turn that around?
None that she'd like.
I should've never
brought you back
into this shit.
No, man.
You know, Camilla wants
to bring her family out
from Mexico?
She wants them
to be involved
in the children's life.
[sighs]
But it costs money
to bring them over.
And even more
to keep 'em here.
And this job
and the shitty wages,
you know
that ain't enough.
And being illegal...
I-- I mean, listen, man.
I really need this money.
There's one last job.
It's gotta be smooth.
We can't fuck it up.
I guess we play the game
till we don't.
This one we can't lose.
Money's how we keep score,
baby.
[TV: theme music playing]
This is KOTW Channel 5's
Lori Lambert here
with breaking news.
Turn that up.
Following the armed robbery
that happened last week
in broad daylight
where three masked gunmen
violently robbed
an armored car at a city bank,
[siren wailing in distance]
the armed security guard,
Philip Davis, pictured here,
has died from his wounds.
[rock music playing
on speakers]
It's not the first time
some guy has eye-fucked me,
okay?
Mmm.
Just go get us
some beer.
You mind not eye-fucking
him back next time?
[scoffs]
[TV]
...by Lori Lambert.
Hey, Monty. Two beers.
We are live
outside County Medical
with breaking news following
the armored car robbery
that took place last week.
Could you turn that up?
Devastating news
coming just hours
after doctors were hopeful
given several surgery attempts.
But at this time,
it is confirmed
by medical staff
that Philip Davis
is pronounced dead.
Fuck, fuck.
Turn that shit off.
Get me a bottle, would you?
I said a fucking bottle.
Wrong place,
wrong time.
[officers chattering]
[phone rings]
Wonder if these guys know
just how much shit they're in.
Capital murder?
They're about to.
Oh. Let's go.
Is the FBI
officially investigating
Philip Davis's death?
I'd say that's
a fair assessment.
[Lori] Do you care to comment?
[Angela] Not right now.
Thank you.
[Lori]
What would you like to say
to those responsible?
The past is about
to catch up with you.
[Lori]
Well, there you have it.
Straight from the FBI.
They are
officially investigating
Philip Davis's death.
What is your name,
chula?
Mandy.
Mandy.
Like candy.
[patron]
Are you sweet, Mandy?
[Mandy]
I can be.
[patron]
Mmm.
What the fuck?
Hey, clmate.
What the fuck you doing?
Take it easy, amigo.
Get your fucking hand
out of my face.
Clmate.
Why don't you just
get us another round?
Nobody knows what the fuck
you're talking about.
Well, I'm speaking English,
so you'd better understand.
Do I look like your bitch
or something?
Who the fuck are y'all?
What the fuck is that
you're compensating for?
Hey.
[sniffles]
Hey!
That's my girl.
Well, she's everybody's girl.
What'd you say?
I said she's
everybody's fucking girl.
Yeah?
Yeah.
[speaking Spanish]
What are you even saying,
Tiger King?
Fuck off!
[patron] Listen to me.
Go fucking fetch us our drinks,
and get the fuck
out of my face!
I look like a fucking bitch
right now?
Huh?
Yes, you do.
Yes, you do.
You're very tough.
Go to
the fucking bar.
Get some fucking drinks.
[groans]
[Mandy] Wes!
Back up!
Back the fuck up!
Bunch of little
fucking bitches, huh,
when someone pulls a gun?
Get your fucking hands
off her.
Nah, I like this girl.
Get your fucking hands
off her!
Fucking pussy-ass bitch!
Wes, come on, babe.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Yeah, come on, Wes.
What you waiting for?
ndale. Do it.
I dare you.
ndale, cabrn.
Do it! Come on!
Do it.
What are you waiting for?
Shoot him!
Stop! Stop!
This is my fucking bar!
And, everybody,
it's closed. Go.
Move your ass!
And you too, sweetheart.
Get the fuck out of here.
Now!
Get your
fucking hand off!
Who the fuck
gave you permission--
These pricks think
they can fuck
with me, man!
Get the fuck
out of here.
Fuck 'em up.
Back the fuck off.
Listen, listen,
listen, listen.
Back up. Back up.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Seriously, listen.
Put the gun down.
It's down. All right?
Move!
Everybody,
shut the fuck up!
He didn't mean nothing.
Get the fuck away.
He fucking meant it.
He fucking meant it.
Listen to me.
I tried
to give him a chance.
You understand? I tried
to give him a chance.
I said, "Clmate, cabrn."
I said, "Clmate."
You see this?
Araas latinos,
motherfucker.
[patron 2] That's right.
Do you know what
this shit fucking means?
He disrespected me
in front of my people, man.
Oh, I'm so sorry about that,
but you see this?
And that's not
from listening
to gangster rap.
Now,
I'm asking you man-to-man.
He's a fucking moron.
I'm asking you,
have a drink with me.
All y'all, all right?
Fucking waste our alcohol!
Shut the fuck up, asshole.
I'm talking to you.
Look, I don't want
your fucking drink, okay?
I wanna fucking kill
this motherfucker.
Okay, okay, okay.
I'm asking you
to have a drink with me.
I'll deal with him later.
Please?
All right? Simple.
I don't want
your fucking drink!
You hear me?
I want
to fucking kill him!
Whoa. Whoa!
You hear me?
I want his fucking blood!
Okay,
you can have his blood.
Okay?
Let me just get out
of here.
[gunshots]
You see, motherfucker?
You see, huh?
You see, huh?
When you pull out
a fucking gun,
you see what happens, huh?
You see that?
You see that, huh?
You see?
You see what the fuck happens?
We're fucking killers now?
This is not the way
that was supposed to happen.
The FBI, Gabe?
This changes nothing.
They don't know shit.
We stick together.
We finish this.
Then we cut ties.
And everybody gets
what they want.
I don't know, man.
[cell phone buzzing]
I gotta go.
No, I got it.
Here, thank you
for the beer.
[Wes] I do my thing.
I do my dirty work.
[Rader] So what can
you tell me about?
Can you tell me
about the...
[Wes] I did.
He came in
all guns blazing and shit.
[Rader] I didn't--
I didn't come in guns blazing.
[Wes]
Was it a grand entrance?
I gotta
protect my snitch.
[Rader]
So you done fucked up.
[Wes] That was hot.
That was--
And you put
a fucking revolver
in my neck.
[Rader] Oh, shit.
The party killer's here.
He's here.
[laughs] Where'd the fuck
you come from?
Come on, man. Come on. Pick--
Come on.
Take a seat right there
and have a drink
with us, right?
[chair falls]
Let's go.
[Rader] What the fuck's wrong
with you, man?
I'm just damn proud of him.
He's part
of the brotherhood now.
We got Ruben,
Archangel Gabriel,
and we got Superboy,
and we got
one motherfucking family,
right, Pike?
Get in the truck.
You never did know how
to have fun, did you?
You should be like
your little brother more,
you know?
He's a little bit
more loose.
You wanna know something?
[chuckles]
You used to be my hero
when we were young.
[Rader laughs]
Get in the truck.
Used to be the hero.
Used to be.
What the fuck is on your--
What's wrong with you?
Because as I recall,
you were the one
who told me you were gonna
take care of this shit.
You know?
You vouched for him.
I'm just having a drink
with him.
And you know what?
Your word,
your precious word,
don't mean shit
to me no more.
And you got nothing
to say, do you?
Your brother comes in here,
pulls out a gun in my place
and I got three fucking bodies
to bury.
Give me a fucking shovel.
[laughs] Seriously,
you're still a man
of few words.
"Give me a fucking shovel."
Yeah.
You know, seriously,
you know what
your fucking problem is?
Is you actually think
that your silence
bought you favors
with me.
And you could not be
so motherfucking wrong.
Set up the bank meet.
Stay the fuck away
from my brother.
Mmm.
Sprout some wings,
Archangel Gabriel.
[coughing, retching]
Get in the truck.
Come on!
[truck door slams]
[engine starts]
[sighs]
I told you to stay
the fuck away from Rader.
Blah, blah.
You think
it's a fucking game?
Fucking game.
Do you think
this is a game?
And you love
playing a game, bitch.
Fucking little brother
fucks shit up,
big brother cleans it up.
It's fucking
merry-go-round shit
that you get off on.
Just drive.
[inhales]
[dogs barking]
[engine off]
That some more shit
you stole
from the old man?
Shut your fucking mouth, man.
You don't know
what it's fucking like.
Why don't you
fucking tell me?
[chuckles]
You wanna know
about Iraq?
I don't give a fuck
about Iraq.
You wanna know
about all the explosions
and shit?
I wanna know
why you fucked up my job!
Let me tell you something.
Over there,
I had my team,
I had my unit,
I had my brothers!
And they had
my fucking back!
Every fucking day,
I put on a uniform
that showed me
the respect I earned.
You're not wearing
that uniform anymore.
No, I'm not!
You know
what I am doing?
Sweeping some fucking shop!
Is that the best I got
to look forward to?
Been home eight months!
The best I got?
Where the fuck
are my cigarettes?
You know,
when we hit
that armored car...
most alive I have felt
since coming home,
can you believe that?
Hmm?
I just thought
Wesley fucking Russell,
you come back
to your hometown
where your daddy
and your big fucking brother,
the same brother
who was your superhero
when you were a little boy.
You can be just like them.
You can be a part
of something!
I came back thinking
that I could--
I could belong
to something too.
Can't you see I'm trying
to protect you?
[chuckles]
I don't need
your fucking protection,
motherfucker.
[gun cocks]
I think I can take care
of myself, right?
This shit gets
in your blood.
Takes over, makes you think
you're invulnerable,
but you're not.
Neither am I.
I'm trying
to look out for you, man.
You know
what's really fucked up?
Is whenever I shot
that armored guard...
I didn't feel
a fucking thing, man.
I'm no better than
some fucking Hadji overseas.
You need help.
You know what would help me
is the bank job
that Rader mentioned.
No.
We're done.
What are you talking about?
I'm not fucking done.
You gotta get clean,
brother.
And I can't save you.
[sniffles]
Get the fuck out
of my house.
The fuck out!
[door closes]
[static]
[phone rings]
We'll be in touch.
Thank you.
Just got off the phone
with the owner
of the stolen car.
Did we clear him?
Roberts is working
on it.
But get this:
the owner discovered
their keyless entry fob
stopped working prior
to the robbery.
Okay.
Is that a crime?
No.
But whoever had access
to the car
traded it out
with a look-alike fob.
Wouldn't raise questions
with the owner.
Well, did they mention
who had access prior?
Two weeks ago.
Clemens Garage
and Wrecker Service.
There's something else.
Crime lab found
a tracking device
underneath the steering column
that survived the fire.
You gotta be
shitting me.
Here's my theory:
owner takes the car in
for repair.
Someone at the shop
trades out the real fob
with a fake one.
Give me some
of those duplicates.
[Angela]
Then one of them plants
a tracking device in the car.
They wait a few days.
They track the vehicle
with GPS.
Almost there. Keep going, Gabe.
Locate the vehicle,
grab and go.
[beeps]
[locks click]
[engine starts]
Interesting skill set.
Eliminate street thugs.
And they'd have complete access
to the vehicle at the shop.
That's good.
All right, um,
let's-- let's question
the other owners
of stolen cars, okay?
See if they visited the shop.
See if they'll testify to it.
Then I want any documentation
they have, all right?
Receipts, phony key fobs,
phone calls, okay?
They got a new carburetor,
I want to know
the part number.
And let's expedite it,
right?
I want to be there
the next time these assholes
think they can take a score
in my city.
[Gabe]
What's the take?
There's $100,000
between two tellers
at the front counter.
There's an additional $100,000
right behind them
at the drive-up windows.
Every Wednesday,
at 11:00 a.m. sharp,
Wells Fargo delivers.
Now they deliver cash
for that week's payroll.
They're also picking up
any deposits that were put
in the bank that week.
But that's about $400,000
or $500,000.
You mix that
with the bank's money
and you're leaving
with at least
half a million dollar take.
How about security?
No security.
Wells Fargo guy
will come in,
he'll drop off,
he'll pick up,
and he's gone.
What about cameras?
Yeah, there's cameras.
But I'll have them disabled
for the day of
for scheduled maintenance.
So, what's your end?
My end? It's 10%.
Why does a bank manager
rob his own bank?
You trust the bank?
Banks are like
the streets, man.
You keep your eyes open,
you look both ways every time.
You gotta be present
on the day of.
I'll be there.
Devland...
I pray to God
that you
completely understand
what will happen
if this comes back on us.
Yeah, I know.
Got the schematics?
Yeah.
Everything you need
is right there.
[Brett] Looks perfect,
honey. Great job.
[spouse] Thank you.
Okay, go get Chloe.
Okay, okay.
[cell phone buzzes]
Actually, one minute.
I gotta take this.
It's the office.
Seriously?
They know it's
an important day.
Right now?
They wouldn't call me
if they didn't need anything.
One second.
Hello? Better be good.
[video game beeping]
Hey.
Grounded. Room.
[video game stops]
Now.
Yeah, one minute.
Let's go.
Don't bug your sister.
All right.
Calling me at home
on my daughter's birthday,
it better be good.
Check your email.
Okay.
Per your request,
I set up a meet
with the CI Remy.
He wants to meet tonight.
[chuckles]
My man, Remy.
Brett!
[sighs] Yeah?
One minute, honey.
One minute, okay?
Just...
What am I looking at?
Open the attachment.
They're connected.
All stolen vehicles
visited the shop two weeks
prior to the robbery.
And we cleared the owners?
Ran into a problem.
What kind of problem?
Two of the owners
have priors.
The others think
we're implicating them.
Refuse to testify.
Well, all right.
We can force a deposition.
Either way,
we know these guys
are involved.
We need to move on this.
Listen, I want to know
everything there is
about this shop.
I want to know everything
there is about the people
working there.
If they got any records.
See if they've ever
employed felons before.
And let's get surveillance
on them, ASAP. All right?
Right. Got it.
Thank you.
Okay.
[party horn blows]
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicks]
Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Is, um--
Is Dawnette working today?
What happened?
[beeping]
Hey.
[sighs]
What can I get you?
I-- I don't wanna talk
to you right now.
Do you feel
like you can drink
or eat anything?
I don't need your help,
okay?
I made it this far
without you,
I'm-- I'm fine now.
I'm just trying to help.
It is my fault.
You wouldn't understand.
Help me understand.
[knocking]
[hospital workers chattering]
How are you feeling,
Ms. Russell?
Like shit.
How is she?
Luckily,
there's no broken bones.
Just external abrasions.
The good news is,
as of right now,
the fetus hasn't miscarried.
But that could change anytime
in the next 24 to 48 hours.
There's just no way
to know yet
what might happen.
It all depends
on how your body responds.
Okay.
I'd, uh, like to keep you
another day
to run some more tests.
In situations like this,
the hospital provides
a case manager
that, uh, I'd like you
to speak to.
They'll be over soon.
You should go.
How far along are you?
Two months.
I already told Eddie about it
and he flipped out.
Um...
He thought I was trying
to trap him
or trick him or something,
I guess.
I don't know.
Maybe he's right.
Was that Eddie
at the diner?
Yeah.
You gonna say something?
I'm leaving soon.
I've got a place
and I want
more than anything
for you to go with me.
We can start over.
[scoffs] I can't-- I can't
just pick up and leave.
I mean,
it's not that easy
for me.
I don't have any money.
I don't even know
how I'm gonna pay for this.
Let me worry about that.
Would you just
think about it?
[sighs]
I do need one thing
from you.
What?
I need to know
how to find Eddie.
[knocking]
[hammer cocks]
Who is it?
[Gabe] Me.
Yeah.
What do you want?
I've got a problem.
You asking me for help?
Yeah.
All right.
Why didn't you fucking say so?
All right,
there's no back door
and only one way in.
You got a gun?
[sniffles]
I don't need one.
[Eddie]
Who the fuck is it?
Jehovah's fucking Witness.
Open the door.
Wes.
[Eddie groans]
[screams]
Jesus.
[gunshot]
[screams]
Look at me, motherfucker.
Pack your shit
and get out of town.
[gun cocks]
I don't ever want you
to talk to Dawn again.
You hear me?
Fuck you.
[groaning]
Hey.
Hey!
Let go of me!
Come on.
You got him.
You got him.
You got him.
[coughs]
Whoo!
[laughs]
Pretty boy got fucked up.
[laughs]
Hey.
You're all over the place.
Pull over.
I'm fine.
Pull the fuck over.
Come on, slow down.
Right there.
[breathes heavily]
Is my niece all right?
Is she gonna be okay?
Yeah.
She's gonna be.
I'm proud of you.
Thanks for being there.
[chuckles, sniffles]
If you want in,
you're in.
You know what's funny
is for the first time
I think I want out
of this place.
By the looks of it,
I think you do too.
[sniffles]
Let's go.
[whirring]
[Brett]
Hey, Remy.
[sighs]
Well, what's up, Remy?
[scoffs]
Flat broke, man.
Done run out
of money again.
Need a little help
from my friends.
I got you right here.
What, are they trying
to bring you back
into the fold, huh?
Oh, no, no, no, man.
I told you,
I'm through with that shit.
I'm not going back.
Well, but is that life
through with you?
Once you cross over,
you never really come back.
Quit fucking with me,
super agent man.
What the fuck you want?
You heard about this crew
that's been hitting
these armored cars?
Yeah, I heard about 'em.
So?
Well, I was kinda hoping
a little birdie
might have told you something.
You know, it's a--
it's a big city, Remy,
but it's a-- a small,
organized crime underground.
Yeah. I don't know
who these motherfuckers are,
man.
But they're grabbing
this shit quick.
They jerking it
off the streets.
Shit, they're trying
to beat your record.
Ain't nobody gonna break
my damn record, man.
You know,
I was trying to get out,
man.
Your line of business
does have a shelf life, Remy.
You want my opinion?
Mm-hmm.
These boys are gonna
grab their money.
They're gonna pay
all their damn bills off
and then
they're gonna disappear,
man.
And when they gone,
you ain't never
gonna see 'em again.
Plus, I'll tell you
what's gonna happen,
they're gonna stick
their goddamn toes
in some sand
and laugh at your ass.
So you don't recognize
the MO?
I don't recognize anything.
Hmm. Why, 'cause you would
have heard something by now?
I swear to God, man.
I think somebody's
taking care of 'em, man.
They'll take care of them
as long as they want to.
And then at some point,
just like me,
they get stuck.
And when they stuck,
they fucked.
[sighs]
You know,
I just gave you
a whole lot
of money there, Remy.
You haven't really
told me shit.
What the fuck you want?
Well, who do you know
that can move
that quantity of money?
I mean,
besides a casino?
There's only
one motherfucker
I can think of.
Yeah, who's that?
It's gotta be...
goddamn Whitman Rader.
[Dawn]
So, what happens now?
Come with me.
Don't make promises
you can't keep, okay?
No, listen.
Two days.
That's all I need.
Why two days?
Because I've got
some loose ends.
Pack a bag.
Just enough
to get out of town.
Meet me Wednesday night.
We can leave
from the diner.
Can you do that?
I won't let you down again.
[Brett]
Okay, what have we got?
Wesley Allen Russell.
Served eight years
in the Army.
Five in the Rangers.
Ran him. No priors.
Discharged after popping hot
for cocaine
after a two week recce
in Iraq.
Been employed at the shop
ever since his return.
And most recently
became the proud owner
of a new Roush Mustang.
Guy thinks he's Magnum P.I.
What I wanna know is,
how does someone afford
this car on minimum wage?
[scoffs]
Well, that's our position.
Mm-hmm.
He'd also have knowledge
of weapons and tactics.
The plot thickens.
Mmm. Rader,
what do we know
about him?
Owns a local dive
outside of town.
But get this,
25 years ago,
Rader was running organized
crime in Dallas County.
Has a jacket
as long as my arm.
Goes off the map
in about '04.
Been clean ever since.
And how does Wesley track
with Rader?
Word on the street
is that he frequents his bar.
Okay. Let's run him
through Intelligence.
See what they find out.
What about this guy?
[Angela] Big guy?
Yeah.
We're not sure yet.
Okay.
And?
Shop foreman.
And the Spanish guy?
Too many to track.
The shop employs mostly
Spanish-speaking personnel.
What's our move?
Where is
this Wesley Russell now?
Surveillance tracked him
to a dance club.
What, strippers?
Could be washing the money.
Let's bring him in.
I want to talk to him.
[car alarm honking]
[agent]
Mr. Russell?
FBI!
Hands on the car!
Hands on the fucking car!
[groans]
You got me.
[alarm stops]
[Brett]
Has he said anything?
Not a word.
Ah, good.
We'll let him sweat
a little.
Don't spook him.
We don't need him
to lawyer up.
[sighs]
Well,
let's keep it simple then.
Mr. Russell.
Finally.
Do you have a cigarette?
[both] No.
I'm Agent Jordan.
This is Agent Solomon.
That's fucking great.
Am I in trouble
or something?
Well, not unless
you're married.
[chuckles]
Got a little glitter
on your shoulder there, bud.
We just have
a few questions
for you.
How long have you worked
at Clemens?
A few months, I guess.
Yeah, give or take.
What's the pay like there?
[chuckles]
Pay? Fucking pay.
You know what?
That's exactly
what I was saying.
Right,
we were just talking
about this.
I mean, a Ranger, right?
Sweeping floors at a garage.
That's grunt work.
It can't pay more
than minimum wage.
I ain't no fucking grunt.
Okay, okay.
I got a-- a kid,
he's about to turn 16.
My wife and I were about
to get him a new ride.
But, uh, you know,
they're not cheap.
Cars these days.
And I noticed
that you got a new car.
So,
I was just wondering,
how does someone afford
something like that
on minimum wage?
Hazard pay.
From the shoot-'em-up
army days.
Army left you
with hazard pay.
Of course, they probably
left you with
some other things, right?
Like, uh,
weapons training?
Hostage tactics?
Maybe a chip
on your shoulder?
Where's this going?
Look, Mr. Russell,
explain to us--
How do you
know Whitman Rader?
You look like a nice lady.
Is this one of those moments
where I need a lawyer?
[Brett]
Well, I don't know.
You know,
it's not a bad idea,
right?
But, usually,
in our line of work,
if somebody needs a lawyer,
uh, they have something
to hide so...
I don't know
a fucking Whitman Rader.
Okay. That's weird.
That is weird though,
because the word
on the street
is you frequent his bar
quite a bit.
Solomon.
What? We're just talking.
We're just talking here,
all right?
Just-- Just tell me
how you know the guy.
Yeah, and that's my cue.
I'll take a--
a get-out-of-jail-free card.
I'll take that-- that lawyer.
Listen, I apologize.
Shit. I'm sorry.
We got off
on the wrong foot here.
How about this?
I'll make you another deal.
You tell me who this is
and, uh,
you're free to go.
Moving, cover.
Shot!
[gunshots]
Moving!
Cover!
Shot.
Moving.
Shot!
Shot.
Moving. Shot!
[gunshot]
Taught you fucks well.
Get a few rounds in?
No. What do you want?
You look like shit.
Yeah.
I wanted to see you.
We're meeting tomorrow night.
[gunshots in distance]
The fuck's wrong
with you?
We need to talk.
[train whistle blows]
[Gabe]
So how'd they pick up on you?
[Wes]
The Roush.
What'd you tell 'em?
Nothing.
No. No, look at me.
What did you tell them?
Nothing, man.
I didn't tell them shit.
Okay, I swear.
[Marcos] Do they know
about the bank?
No, but they're--
they're curious
about Rader.
Wanna know how I figure
into things.
They know about me?
Yeah, this F--
this FBI dude,
Agent Solomon,
he's smart.
Do they know about me?
He fucking knows
about you!
Okay?
It's the FBI!
[squawking]
[Marcos] We play this game
until we're done, Gabe.
Gotta call it off.
[train whistle blows]
It's over, baby.
Gabe,
what are we gonna do?
[whistles]
[ratchet whirring]
Damn.
This is a nice shop.
That's what
dirty money gets you,
huh?
Huh.
You must be, uh,
Ruben Russell's son.
Ran narcotics
for, uh, Whitman Rader
back in the '90s.
Gabriel Russell, right?
That's right.
Who are you?
Oh, sorry.
Agent Solomon.
You know, Gabriel,
I had a really nice chat
with your brother.
Told me all about you.
I mean, he only had
nice things to say,
of course.
In fact, I think
he looks up to you,
if you ask me.
Can I help you
with something?
Well,
actually I was
gonna see if--
You know,
maybe if I showed you
some photographs,
you could answer
some questions
about 'em for me?
I'm pretty busy.
Well,
just take a minute.
Does that ring any bells?
Oh, come on, buddy.
That's not your barbecue?
Oh, wait.
Let me show you my favorite.
This is great.
You guys left that
underneath that last car.
[laughs]
Thought you were smarter
than that.
No idea.
Nothing, huh?
Hmm.
Well,
that's all right.
Federal agents are actually
combing through your place
right now as we speak.
[shouts]
FBI!
FBI!
Got a warrant.
[agents shouting]
Check those cabinets.
Check that room.
Turn this place upside down.
Clear.
You know,
I read your file.
You spent 16 years
in prison
because you wouldn't
give up information about
your criminal associates.
Yeah,
I don't betray my brothers.
[chuckles] I love it,
you guys and your
brotherhood criminal bullshit.
So many secrets.
Speaking of brotherhood,
though, what about the, uh--
the hit they put out on you?
Man, I heard you put
that guy in the hospital
for a month.
I mean,
somebody put a green light
on you, Gabriel.
Somebody must have thought
you were gonna talk.
Is that why your father
stopped working
with Rader?
Clear!
Just--
Just answer me one thing.
Just--
Just tell me why.
Why, what?
Why take down scores again
for your old boss?
You must be confused.
I don't do that anymore.
Time changes us.
Well,
that's where I think
you're wrong.
I think time,
for people like you,
is a weapon.
So, I guess it's
just a coincidence, huh,
that every owner
of the stolen vehicles
visited this shop
before the robberies.
What a mystery.
Mmm. The odds?
[chuckles]
[cell phone buzzes]
You know,
you and your crew,
you killed that guard.
For that,
you're gonna burn.
It's over for you,
Gabriel.
You know what's coming
for you.
Whatever's over for me
came a long time ago.
Glad we agree on something.
Have a nice day.
Hey, Wesley.
Good to see you.
[door hinge creaks]
[clock ticking]
[dispatcher] Eleven John Five,
Eleven John Five, come in.
[grunts]
Hi, baby.
[buzzing]
Oh, shit.
[groans]
Hello?
What?
What happened?
[Gabe]
You have them?
You're late.
[sniffles]
For good reason.
I don't think anybody here
can argue...
$640,000
for one day's work.
Not too bad, right?
So, the accountant
will be at the site,
exchange the cash
as soon as you arrive.
We're ready.
10:55 sharp,
we're at the bank.
Park on the side,
but come in strong
through the front.
Upon our entry,
I separate the tellers
from the alarms.
Control the counters
and the window.
I'm gonna manage
all the bank guests
and communication devices.
Tablets, cell phones,
I got it.
Once we're in,
the world is ours.
No panic buttons,
no calls out.
Get the bank's money,
we wait for the armored car
to arrive.
When it does,
guard walks in,
we take him down.
Frisked, zipped,
nobody gets hurt.
Nobody dies.
And we're back here
tomorrow morning,
10:00.
You got it, bro.
Gabe.
Wait.
Yeah, I got this,
uh, sneaking suspicion
that-- that you gotta
tell me something,
or you got something
to say to me.
So, just say it.
I got nothing to say to you.
You got nothing?
Then I'll see you
tomorrow.
Good.
Va bien?
Yeah,
we stick with the plan.
Let's go.
What happened?
We lost 'em.
What does that mean?
It means that somehow
they evaded
our surveillance.
It's a rhetorical question,
all right?
I know what it means.
What about, uh--
What about Wesley's car?
Well,
it's still parked downtown.
He never came back
for it.
Okay. Well then,
yeah, easy fix, right?
We focus on his brother.
Same with Gabriel.
His truck is still
at the garage.
We didn't find anything
at Gabriel's place.
It was clean, Solomon.
And we have cars
outside their homes
right now, correct?
We do. They're not there.
Right now?
I mean,
it's two common thugs, guys.
I mean,
what about their father?
What about, uh, Ruben?
Off the grid.
No known address.
All right, well...
Fuck it.
We'll contact Gabe's PO.
We don't have a case yet,
Solomon.
If the PO catches wind
that we're onto him,
he's gonna arrest him
for parole violation.
[groans]
He's gonna serve out
his remaining sentence
and walk.
That what you want?
Are we not the FBI?
Figure it out.
Come to make your peace?
I have.
I'm leaving.
I'm taking Dawn with me.
You know what to do?
Yes, sir.
Then let this be it
for us.
I'll hold a space
for you, son.
Let me call you back.
This is the remaining balance
on the property
and some start-up cash.
Can you put the deed
in someone's else's name?
I sure can.
Can I trust you?
Of course.
Thank you.
You're welcome, Gabe.
Hey.
Go ahead.
Tell me something good.
We got anything?
No, we got nothing.
[sighs]
Can I help you?
We're actually closed.
Hello.
Who killed
my little brother?
Oh.
Well,
information costs money.
At least in my neck
of the woods.
Hmm.
[water running]
[flushes]
[Mandy]
Baby?
[knocks]
Yeah?
[Mandy]
I'm packed.
Baby!
No!
[Mandy screams]
[gunshot]
[Wes groans]
[gunshot]
[gun clatters on ground]
[Wes groaning]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[groans, breathing heavily]
[breathing stops]
[cell phone ringing]
[sniffling]
Yeah?
How are you?
Um, better.
Everything's gonna
be all right now.
New beginnings.
[sniffles]
Are you there?
[sighs]
Uh, yeah.
New beginnings.
Be ready tonight.
I will.
Okay.
[sniffles]
[sniffles]
[sniffles]
Hey, Gabe.
We can't wait
for him, man.
We gotta go.
[car horn honks]
[car doors slam]
Where's
Superboy?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Do you?
How the fuck
would I know
where he is?
You're the one
who vouched for him.
Superboy probably
skipped town.
Mm-hmm.
Which is probably
for the best.
So, it looks like
you're gonna need
a third man.
Would you do me a favor?
Go with him?
No, fuck that.
He's not going with us.
Well,
he knows the workups,
and he can
control the room better
than even I can,
all right?
And by the way,
you don't have
any time left.
You're out of it.
So don't even think
about disagreeing with me,
all right?
You make me proud,
okay?
[pats]
I got you.
Show him the ropes.
Give me
that fucking vest.
All stations,
can I get a sit rep?
Baker 218 to Adam 12,
we are on staging location.
Parking lot secure.
Stay off the radio.
We're good.
It's time.
Everybody, stay calm
and get down!
Get down
on your knees!
Get down on your knees!
Get on the ground!
[Gabe]
Hands up! Hands up!
[robbers shouting]
Hands on your head!
[Marcos] Listen up.
[Gabe]
Everybody, be calm.
Everybody, be calm.
I said get the fuck down!
Take out your cell phones.
Put them on the ground!
Do it! Quickly!
Loose bills.
Just leave the cash.
No dye packs.
Do you understand me?
See this little boy
out here?
He wants to go home today.
Your turn.
Nice and easy.
Get the fuck down!
Hey! Get out here!
On your knees.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm the bank manager.
Bullshit!
Don't you fucking lie
to me.
Where's Devland?
[manager] I told you.
Eyes forward.
Everybody, out. Let's go.
Let's go.
[Gabe] On your knees.
Everybody's doing great.
Come on.
Everybody, be calm.
[Pike]
Hands on
your fucking heads!
Right here.
On your knees.
[Pike] On your fucking knees.
Faces down!
I need you to give this
to Agent Solomon.
Do you understand me?
What are you doing?
Ho, ho! Oh!
What the fuck
is going on
with you motherfuckers?
What do you got
going on?
[Marcos] Hold on.
[Gabe] Hey!
Hey! What are you--
Look at me.
Easy. Easy.
Hold on, Pike.
What the fuck
do you think you're doing?
Put the gun down.
Fuck this.
[cries]
We don't do this.
Uh-uh.
This is my show.
Easy, Pike.
Right here. Hey.
What're you doing,
flanking me?
Look at me!
It ain't going down
like that, son.
Put it down.
Get over here,
motherfucker.
Move! Over here!
You get over here,
motherfucker.
Get the fuck o--
Uh-uh.
You're not looking at him.
I'm right here.
I'm right fucking here!
Uh-uh!
[gunshots]
[Marcos groans]
Gabe! Gabe.
Hey, it's all right.
[groaning]
We got this.
Let's go.
[groaning]
Give me your keys!
In the car! In the car!
[breathes heavily]
[Brett on radio]
Where are these guys?
We got fucked here, man.
What do you wanna do?
Get Rader
on the phone.
Find out
where the fuck
these guys are.
Right now!
Stay with me.
Hey. Stay with me.
The hospital's right here.
They're gonna be looking
for us there. [coughing]
It doesn't matter.
We play this game
until we don't.
Hey, we're past that.
You hear me?
It's gonna be okay.
Tell Camilla...
[coughs]
...and the kids
that I love them.
You're gonna tell
'em yourself.
You had that baby boy, man.
I don't want her
to know.
I don't want her
to know.
Hey. Hey.
We got this.
[groans]
Breathe. Just breathe.
Hey! Brother...
[wheezing]
Hey, hey.
Marcos.
Mar-- Marcos?
Marcos!
Hey! Hey! Hey.
Hey.
Fuck! Fuck!
[flames ignite]
[lock clicks]
Gabriel? Look like
you're coming out
of the ether there.
Where's Pike?
You're the informant.
Informant?
What's this?
Where's my brother?
Brother?
Karma's
a motherfucking bitch, eh?
[Rader groaning]
You fucked me,
didn't you?
[laughs]
I guess you won, huh?
[chuckles]
Man...
I told you
to stay away
from my brother.
No, wait, wait.
Please, wait, wait.
Please.
[groans]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[shutter clicks]
[manager]
Are you Agent Solomon?
[Brett] Yes.
He told me
to give this to you.
Who did?
The robber.
[shutter clicks]
[shutter clicks]
Found the escape vehicle.
Torched.
And, Solomon,
they said one
of the robbers was inside.
And somebody got
to Rader.
He was found shot dead
in his bar
15 minutes ago.
[sighs, clears throat]
You sons of bitches
got some explaining to do.
Sheriff, what are you--
what are you talking about?
Any reason why
the FBI might be
coordinating with local PD
on a bank job
behind my back?
What bank?
Frontier State Bank.
Y'all got an agent
on that deal.
[door opens]
What the hell
is Albright doing here?
Hey.
Funny seeing you here.
I've been meaning
to come--
Oh! My man!
Yo! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Here's some advice.
Don't run
an undercover bust
during my
fucking investigation!
Prick!
You all right?
[train whistle blows]
How you doing?
[cashier]
What can I get ya?
On three out there.
Can we add this to it?
Fuck!
[gun cocks]
[tires squeal]
[gunshot]
Hey. We're closed.
Um, no,
I'm actually waiting
on someone.
There's no one here.
Okay. I'm sorry.
Good night.
[train whistle blowing]
[coughing,
breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[door opens,
closes]