Shackled (2026) Movie Script
1
Release the hostages.
Come out with your hands raised
high in the air.
Shut up.
There's no way out.
Come out with
your hands raised up in the air.
Fuck you!
You look good.
Hmm?
Well, you're kind.
No, I'm-- I'm serious, Tom.
You-- you seem different
in a good way.
Thanks.
I-- I hope so.
I suppose I--
I need to be different.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry and-- and--
and I just wanna say--
Thank you for giving me
the benefit of the doubt.
It-- it means a lot.
You made some mistakes
and it wouldn't make things
any easier for you if I held
everything over your head.
Oh, shit. Fuck. Oh, shit.
This is bad.
This is real bad, man.
We gotta give it up.
Ain't an option.
What do you mean?
This is it.
Look at you, you're bleeding
all over the fucking place.
We're giving up now, man--
I said ain't a fucking option!
I-- I feel different, you know?
Like, uh, I'm gonna be able to,
I don't know,
make a new start at things.
That's great.
I'm done, bro.
You do what you want.
Yo, I'm coming out.
I'm unarmed. Don't shoot.
Stand up, turn around
with your hands on your head.
Back out of the door slowly.
Hmm.
Mm.
My God.
Welcome back to the world.
Good to be back.
Fuck it.
No, no, no! No!
What?
No, it-- it's-- it's so cheesy.
-Forget it.
-Tom, come on.
Nothing.
I-- I just-- I-- I feel happy.
I almost forgot what it felt
like.
Hey, lieutenant.
Save room for dessert.
They've got a great cherry pie
here.
Oh, I can't tell you the last
time I had a real cherry pie.
I know.
Why do you think--
I hereby
call this hearing to order.
Docket number 43-21997,
Maxwell James Fika,
you have served
12 years of a 90-year sentence
for single counts each
of kidnapping, aggravated
robbery, and second-degree
murder.
Gregory Wayne Paulson, you have
served five years of a 47-year
sentence for multiple counts
each of securities fraud,
wire fraud, and perjury.
You both have applied to
participate in the Recidivism
Accountability Partnership
Program, to be referred to
hereinafter as RAPP.
Is that correct?
Yes.
Yeah.
Do you both understand
and agree that if accepted,
as of this date, you will be
paired together as
accountability partners?
Yes.
Yes.
As of this date,
your remaining sentences
will be nullified
in exchange for suspended death
sentences.
These new sentences
will be suspended
for a period of five years.
During those five years,
you must both receive no new
criminal charges of any kind.
You must also remain in the
state and attend mandatory
weekly group meetings with no
more than three absences.
If you both adhere completely
to the terms of the program
for the full five years, your
sentences will be canceled,
and you will no longer be
subject to violation.
Do you both fully understand
and agree to these terms?
Yes.
Yes.
Do
you both understand and agree
you are fully accountable
for each other's criminal
actions for the full duration
of the program term?
Any violation on the part of
either of you will constitute
a violation for both of you, in
which case both of your
suspended death sentences will
be carried out immediately.
Yes.
Yes.
Are there any objections
from the board?
-No objection.
-No objection.
This board hereby approves
the candidates' participation
in the Recidivism Accountability
Partnership Program.
Gentlemen--
A word of advice.
Keep a close eye on each other.
After you leave this facility,
you are each other's support
system.
Help each other reassimilate.
Our greatest successes with
this program come when
participants maintain nearly
constant contact
throughout the term.
You know, how you proceed is
up to you, but remember,
your lives are in each other's
hands, so please be careful
out there.
If there's nothing further,
this hearing is adjourned.
Good luck, gentlemen.
So, Max, right?
I'm Greg.
Guess we're gonna be seeing
a lot of each other, huh?
Uh, do you have someone picking
you up or.
Oh, you ordered a car.
Well, uh,
it looks like we were set up
in places
pretty close to each other.
Maybe we could, uh--
Hey, Max.
Listen, um, maybe we ought to
get to know each other a little
better before the first group
meeting next week.
How about a drink?
Oh, well, I-- I--
I thought maybe coffee might
be better considering we--
Um.
This one for apartment.
This for building, okay?
-Got it.
-Okay.
Uh, RAPP already pay me one
month.
You want to stay longer,
you pay me.
-You understand?
-Yes.
-They told me that I have to--
-No, no, wait, wait.
Listen, I don't want
no problems.
You don't make problem for me,
I don't make problem for you.
You make problem for me, I
gotta call RAPP, and they
gonna give you--
Violation.
Yes?
-Yes.
-Yes.
Take it.
Come on, sweetie.
We need to power walk.
What's power walk?
Oh, it just means walk fast.
Why do we need to walk fast?
- Because--
- Rachel.
Uh, sweetie, I-- I need to talk
with this man for a sec.
Could you just wait for me
over there, please?
Okay.
Amy, stay
where I can see you, please.
How'd you even get out?
Oh, my God.
You said you'd never let her
see me behind bars.
Now you don't have to.
Oh, it's not that simple, Greg.
I mean, what if you-- what if
whoever you're paired with--
I know the risks,
but it was either
this or miss her entire
childhood.
I've missed too much already.
She is the only good thing left
in my life.
And if you deny me this now,
then I might as well
be dead.
And I know you'd
be fine with that,
but this isn't about me and you.
It's about her.
And no matter
how you feel about me,
she does have
a right to know me.
Do you have a job?
-A place to stay?
-I have a place.
I should have a job very soon.
Come on, Mommy.
We need to power walk.
I-- it's a lot, Greg.
It's a lot.
-I have to think about it.
-Can I call you?
When you have a job.
Come on, baby.
I usually don't hire RAPP,
but what the hell?
- I mean, you seem all right.
- Really?
Well, you wore a fucking suit
to the interview.
You know how often that happens
around here?
I'll take it as a good sign.
Thank you.
All right, start tomorrow.
Shift's 7:00 to 4:30,
half-hour lunch.
Questions?
Actually, yeah, one.
Is the security out front
always like that?
Oh, you bet your ass it is.
We get a lot of shipments
moving in and out of here
every day, people trying to
sneak through weapons, drugs,
you name it.
You don't have to worry
about any of that stuff from me.
Good, 'cause otherwise I'll
have you violated
so fast your head will spin.
I mean, you know,
after your heart explodes
and all that shit.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Come on!
Get your shit together.
I'm Greg.
Is Max here?
We have a meeting.
Maxie, baby, Greg's here.
Let him in.
Nice place.
Wait there a minute.
What?
Oh, shit.
A little help?
The clasp is broken, so you
just have to push it back.
-Yeah. I see what you mean.
-And then you hook it.
There you go.
Thank you.
Time to go, sweetie.
Okay.
Are you aware she's doing drugs
in here?
Yeah.
Can't talk right now.
I got a meeting.
When?
Yeah, Monday's no problem.
Call me tomorrow morning
with details.
'Cause I can't talk right now.
I miss you already, baby.
-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
Mm.
I'll call you.
You better.
Bye, Greg.
You got a job, I guess.
I'm weighing several
competitive offers.
Well, may I ask how you've
been able to afford all this?
All what?
This.
The TV, the stereo, the--
Jesus Christ!
Yo, Ernie!
You told me you fixed the damn
radiator!
Just fix
the fucking thing!
All right.
Man!
Son of a bitch.
How did you pay for this?
I'm independently wealthy.
Max, I'm serious,
and I have a right to know.
Know what?
Are you involved in anything
that you shouldn't be?
Anything illegal?
Nothing you need to worry
about, sport.
Okay.
Couple things before we start.
First, as I'm sure
you all have noticed,
Chris and Nick are not with us.
Chris violated two nights ago.
He went to go see his ex.
The new boyfriend was there.
You guys know Chris
had a temper.
He put the guy in the hospital.
Nick had just started night
classes to get his GED.
How often do I say it, people?
You have to communicate
with your partners.
If Nick knew Chris was speaking
with his ex again and was
planning to go see her, maybe
he could have talked him out
of it.
Or if not, he could
have gone with him and get him
out of there in case
things got bad.
I don't know, but the point
is they're dead now
because they weren't
communicating.
Plain and simple.
This is why we're here.
That's why we do this.
Also, we have a new set of
partners joining us today.
Say hello to Greg and Max.
All right.
Let's get started.
The idea of the sharing letter
is to express your feelings
and have your partner really
hear them, because they're
going to read your words out
loud, and you're going to read
theirs.
This is the time
for you to be completely honest
and tell your partner exactly
how you feel.
Do not be shy.
Participation is mandatory, Max.
"Thank you, George.
What else can I say but thank
you?
Thank you for saving my life.
I'd be dead a couple times
over if it wasn't for you.
Thank you for letting me
into your family.
I never had one of my own,
at least not one that ever gave
a shit about me.
Most of all, George, I wanna
thank you for helping me get
clean.
No way I could have done
it without you.
No bullshit.
You're my brother, man.
Terry."
It's really good, guys.
Some nice honesty there, Terry.
All right. Good, guys.
Let's give him a hand.
Okay.
Greg, let's hear Max's letter.
Um.
Greg.
Yeah.
Dear Greg, we've got a long
road ahead of us.
I know you've been trying to get
to know me a little better,
and that I haven't always made
it easy.
Don't take it personally.
It's just not always easy for me
to trust and open up to people.
I'm sure you can understand
that.
I'll do my best to meet
you halfway.
I do feel lucky
that I have a partner who cares.
I could have been stuck
with a real asshole.
Be patient with me,
and we'll get through this.
Sincerely, Max.
Okay.
Let's take a break.
Do you think this is a game?
Do you understand
that they will kill us?
Of course I do.
Then what the fuck
was that with the letter?
You seemed to handle it pretty
well.
And then at your apartment, that
escort you're hanging out with--
Escort?
Oh, excuse me.
That coke whore you've
been banging.
Are you out of your fucking
mind?
What, is this just, like,
a-- a-- a tough guy thing?
You don't-- you don't--
you have no fear of death.
Is that it?
I have perspective.
What the hell does that mean?
Jesus, fucking stop.
Please.
Relax, sport.
Huh?
I know you're just trying
to keep our noses clean, right?
Right.
Right.
And I appreciate the effort.
I really do.
Now, you've made your position
clear.
I think it's only fair
that I make my
position clear to you.
But first, I wanna make sure
I have your undivided attention.
Do I have your attention?
Good.
My position is this.
Touch me again, and I'll feed
you your fucking balls.
You understand?
Good.
Out of the question.
You can't switch RAPP partners
under any circumstances.
You don't understand.
This guy is different.
You think you're the first
person to come in here and say
you don't like the murder
you've been paired with?
He's gonna get me killed.
According to the rules of
the RAPP program--
I know the fucking rules!
Do not curse at me, sir.
I'm sorry. I apologize.
I know you're just trying
to do your job.
It's just he has no interest
in reforming.
He doesn't even seem to care
about dying.
Why is he even in the program?
I'm sorry, but you and Mr. Fika
are just going to have to
resolve whatever differences--
What?
What is it,
something in his file?
What is it?
My mom wants me
to send Amy
to stay with them
for the summer,
a whole week, just her
and my parents, which could be
a good thing, being around
animals and clean air.
I know what she really wants is
for us to move in with them full
time, you know, out of the city.
Are you all right?
What?
What's with you?
Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just--
Amy's got a birthday coming up.
Any plans?
How's everything going,
with RAPP, I mean?
It's fine.
Really?
Yeah. Why?
I need you to be honest with
me, Greg.
Don't bullshit me.
I am.
I mean, I'm not.
What about your partner?
You drop in,
you ask me to
reconnect you with Amy,
but if you're still associating
with dangerous criminals,
I don't see-- w--
you think that's funny?
- I'm talking about--
- No.
-The safety of our daughter.
-Rachel, no.
Listen, it's just--
My partner is the farthest thing
in the world from dangerous.
He's an accountant.
They caught him cooking the
books at some regional
pharmaceutical company, and it
sounds like it was really
his bosses doing everything.
They just used him as
a scapegoat.
I mean, it's typical.
He's a perfectly decent guy.
He just screwed up.
I mean, I know how that goes.
Amy is in no danger.
Come on.
You know her safety is my top
priority.
Promise me you have this--
all of this fully under control.
Of course.
Everything is completely
under control.
Who is it?
It's Greg.
Can I come up? We have to talk.
I'm busy.
Look, I'm sorry I lost my cool
at the meeting.
Will you please let me up?
Max?
Fuck off!
-What the hell's going on?
-Get this lunatic off me!
Get the fuck out,
you little bitch!
-Take it easy.
-Get out!
Not without my money?
Your money's up your nose,
you coke whore!
I'm fucked up in the head, Max,
and you know what?
I'm gonna take this shit.
Give me my fucking money,
or I swear to God
I'll drop a dime on you.
-Oh, you'll drop a dime?
-Yeah!
Well, let me help
you on your way.
Get the fuck out!
I want my fucking money!
Give me my money
or you're dead, you asshole!
You hear me?
I'll call RAPP and have
both you fuckers popped!
Max!
Do something!
Relax.
She's bluffing.
What?
Trust me.
There's no way she's calling
the cops.
How do you know that?
Professional courtesy.
Besides, she knows what would
happen if word got out
she was a snitch.
She'd be dead just like us.
Oh, well, that's, uh,
that's very reassuring, Max.
Thank you.
And what if she calls her pimp?
No problem.
He's a former partner of mine.
I'll straighten it out with him.
And if I can't.
I know about the cancer, Max.
I was at the RAPP office
and I saw it in your file.
Tried to trade me in, huh?
Can you blame me?
I have a six-year-old daughter,
Max.
I'm scared that because of you,
the last thing I'm ever gonna
see is her screaming face
covered in my blood.
I don't pretend to know what
you're going through.
Terminal diagnosis,
medication, pain.
But my daughter is innocent,
Max.
Please.
Please, for her sake,
can we figure something out?
First of all, sport,
I'm not acting out.
I've been living this lifestyle
since before you were born,
and I'm not trying to get
myself popped.
I don't have a death wish.
I just wanna enjoy myself
the time I got left
And that costs money.
So, I'm gonna do what I gotta
do.
Which is what exactly?
Don't worry about it.
Just show up at the meetings.
Look, I got six months,
a year tops.
After that, maybe you'll get a
partner that's more your speed.
Max, you've had a hooker in
here snorting blow.
You have a fucking gun
in your pocket.
At the very least, will you
please just tell me what
you're doing out there in the
streets so that I can
understand the risk?
Maybe I can even help
you mitigate it.
How are you making the money?
It's best for both of us
that you don't know.
I'm not leaving here until I
get an answer.
Oh, you're not, huh?
Please, Max.
Please, if not for me,
for my daughter's sake.
Oh--
Jesus Christ with the daughter!
You really think I'm some kind
of fucking idiot, don't you?
That you can con me with this
daughter bullshit, like I'm
some old lady whose life
savings you're trying to
rip off.
Yeah, bank boy, I did my
research on you in the prison
library right after we got
paired up.
I'll be God damned if I'm gonna
let some limp-dick second-rate
scumbag con me.
Oh, I'm a scumbag?
I'm a scumbag?
Let's look at the facts, Max.
I'm not the one out there
committing crimes every day.
I'm the one out there working an
honest job just trying to keep
you and me alive.
Yeah, you're a real swell guy.
Swell guy who fucked
over thousands of people.
And I regret that, Max.
But let's be honest here,
at least I never killed anyone.
But you sure took a lot of
lives, though, didn't ya?
Huh?
College funds, retirement plans,
life savings, people's lives.
Hey, why use a gun
when you could use a computer,
right, sport?
And me, I never killed anyone
who didn't already have it
coming to them.
And I knew
every single one of them
personally.
And believe me, the world's a
better place without them.
You know?
How many average Joes that
didn't even know you got fucked
over by you?
Hundreds?
Thousands?
I read about a few of 'em even
offed themselves.
Any of them have daughters?
You know what the difference
is between me and you, sport?
Circumstances.
Dumb fucking luck.
The only reason I never stole
a zillion bucks
is because I didn't know how!
The only reason you never
actually killed anybody
is because you never really
had to.
Okay.
Okay, let's just take it easy.
Your ass take it easy!
Fuck you, you fucking piece of
shit!
You're a walking disease!
I'd be doing the whole world
a favor just by taking you down
with me.
Matter of fact, you know what?
I think I'm gonna do you right
now because you--
Definitely got it coming.
Max, I'm sorry, okay?
Please.
I'll leave.
Hello?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm on it.
We've both taken lives, sport.
I deserve cancer.
You deserve me.
Those are the worst.
Hurts like a bitch.
Yep.
Gotta get yourself a good pair
of work gloves with rubber grips
like these.
Closed out three years ago.
So, you're done.
They take the bomb,
let you keep the tattoo.
Hey, Harlan, uh,
I need some stuff, man.
Outside.
You talk to me outside.
You got that?
How much longer you got left?
I just started.
Well, I'd tell you it gets
easier, but that really depends.
Hey!
What is this, a break?
My partner's up to something.
He has no interest in going
clean.
Well, better get on top of
that, one way or another.
You're gonna have
to do it.
Max, stop!
- Come on, get out--
- Stop!
You're gonna
get out of the fucking--
Break it off!
I'm telling you something ain't
right!
We'll deal with it inside!
Max, what the hell
are you doing?
They told me
it wasn't gonna hurt!
Don't worry about it.
Get the fuck out of here now!
No, not until you tell me
what's going on.
Something's wrong!
Nothing's wrong.
Let's just go inside.
Let go of me!
Ow!
- Fuck!
- Shit.
What the fuck is this?
Fuck!
She's been complaining ever
since I picked her up.
Stomach pains.
We extract now.
Get her inside.
She needs a hospital.
My RAPP partner.
Followed me.
Help her.
Come with me.
Heads up.
Do her.
Now!
Against the wall.
I do him, you're cleaning it up.
He disappears,
it comes back to me.
Maybe it's gonna be both of you.
Huh, Max?
Yeah.
Okay, sir.
Roger.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Yeah, yeah.
Just like, uh, just like give
me a week and, uh--
Yeah, no, no, no, we'll--
it's gonna work.
We're gonna make it work.
Okay.
Uh, listen, I got a jump
because,
uh, I got two people walking
into my office and--
What?
She did?
Oh, man, that's adorable.
Oh, man, I hope you guys are
taking pictures of this stuff
because they grow up so fast.
It's like you blink your eye
and--
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
Okay, my brother.
Yeah, yeah.
Talk to you. Ciao.
Sorry about that.
-How are you, Max?
-Good to see you as always.
And it's Greg, right?
Roger.
Okay.
So, can I get you guys, uh,
something to drink?
We got the hard stuff.
We got beer.
We got coffee, tea.
-Nothing?
-All set. No.
Okay.
So, uh, Max,
I understand there
was a little snafu.
Yeah.
And Greg, what are you doing
here?
I followed him.
You followed him?
That's funny.
You concerned about his
well-being or something?
Yeah.
One of the tube fittings broke.
Sharp edge was floating
around down there.
That was causing the pain.
That about the cargo?
The liver, lungs,
kidneys, they're are okay,
but the heart's fucked.
Got crushed when she was shoved
down.
Well, that's a shame.
Okay, thank you, Chuck.
She tripped.
I beg your pardon?
Nobody shoved her.
She was freaking out.
She tripped. It was an accident.
Well, that may well be, Max,
but it happened on your watch.
And part of your job is to make
sure that there aren't
any accidents.
So, there's that to consider.
And Greg, I'm pretty sure you
had no idea what you were
getting into, but I think we
can all agree that your
presence here tonight made
things worse, right?
I suppose.
So, I think we're all
on the same page
regarding culpability,
so now let's talk restitution.
A heart is worth $100,000.
Max, your fee is usually five,
but obviously I won't be paying
that this time because, well,
that really wouldn't be fair,
would it?
Let's see.
Now, that leaves me with a net
loss of $95,000.
So, options, there are three.
Option A, you pay me $95,000
and we can all call it a night.
Do you guys have $95,000?
Okay.
Let's move on to option B.
In option B, you find me a
replacement heart.
And guys,
I don't wanna know where you
found it or how you got it
because I got enough problems
of my own right now.
It's gotta be under 30, viable,
and disease-free.
Either way, I gotta have the
heart or the money by 7:00 a.m.
7:00 a.m. tomorrow?
That's right.
Yeah, I know.
Kind of a time crunch.
Not gonna be a problem,
is it?
With all due respect, sir,
and I am-- we are truly and
deeply sorry for all the
trouble that we caused you
tonight, and we are committed
to making this right, but less
than 12 hours, it's--
it's not enough time.
Okay.
Okay.
That takes us to option C.
In option C, I gut the two of
you like a couple of fish and
clean out your bodies for
anything I might be able
to sell.
I know your hearts are no good.
Those little RAPP bombs are
surprisingly tamper-resistant,
and I'd prefer that none of my
guys lost any of their fingers.
Now, Max, when it comes
to health, you're pretty
much a walking dumpster
fire. But who knows?
We might get lucky and find
something in there we can use.
Of course, we won't really know
until we open you up.
And Greg, you're a little
older than I'd like my donors
to be, but looks like you've
taken pretty good care
of yourself, so I'm feeling
optimistic.
And that is the professional
version of option C.
If you should decide to do
anything unprofessional,
like try to skip town
or place an anonymous
phone call to the police
telling them what's
going on down here,
that would force me to
do something unprofessional,
like round up everybody
you ever cared about,
haul them in here,
and personally carve their
beating hearts out of their
fucking chests.
That won't be necessary.
Good.
'Cause I like you guys.
Max, we go back a long way.
And Greg, you seem like a
decent sort of fellow.
So, let's aim high.
Be positive.
Option A or option B.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
There's an underground casino
not far from here.
It's a long shot, but it's the
best I can think of.
Max, that's not a long shot.
That's fucking ridiculous.
The odds of winning $95,000
in a single night of gambling--
We're not gonna gamble.
It's the weekend.
Could be 2, 300 grand on hand.
I figure we go in shooting,
catch 'em with their pants
down, huh?
Suicide.
The security in a place like
that--
That's why I need you.
Game center of mass.
Lean into it. You can't miss.
Look, I go in there alone,
I'm dead.
Come 7:00 a.m, so are you.
At least with the both of us, we
got a chance of walking out of
there with the money.
So, do you wanna live
or you wanna die?
-Live or die?
-Live.
- I wanna live.
- Good.
Me, too.
This is how we live.
Unless you
got a better idea on how
to score 95 Gs or a human heart
inside of the next 10 hours.
Who is it?
It's me, Maxie. It's Kandi.
What do you want?
Can you let me up?
I'm really hurting, baby.
I just-- I need--
I need to hit just a little one
to get me through the night.
I'm sorry about the other
night, baby.
Please, Maxie, I'm begging you.
Please, please, baby.
Maxie.
Come on up.
Sorry, I got all crazy before.
That's okay.
Fix me up, baby.
You know I'll make it up to you.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
I can give you a freebie right
now if you want.
-Sure. Let's do it.
-And I'm gonna let--
- Fuck me.
- Oh.
I didn't know you had company.
Greg and I just had
some business to take care of.
Come on.
Let's get you nice and comfy
over here, okay?
Mm-hmm.
And I'm gonna
go get your stuff.
Okay.
And Greg's
gonna keep you company.
Right, Greg?
Okay.
Don't be too long, baby, please.
No. All right, baby.
What?
Nothing.
So what'd you do?
What?
To get locked up.
You don't look like any of
the other RAPP guys I know.
Most of them could break
you over their knee.
So, what are you,
like, a pervert or something?
It's complicated.
I restructured some debts
to make it appear to investors
that.
I stole
a lot of money from a lot of
people.
We all want money.
It wasn't about the money.
I already had money.
So, why'd you do it?
It made me feel smart.
Like I'd figured out something
no one else had.
And it didn't even feel like
stealing.
There were no names or faces.
They weren't people.
They were just numbers
on a screen.
Afterwards, people kept asking
me if I was remorseful.
I would say, "Yes, of course,
I feel deeply sorry
for my actions," but I'm not.
The truth is I enjoyed it.
I would do it again if I could.
And the only thing I'm sorry
for is getting caught.
Two blocks north of here,
there's a hardware store that's
open late.
Get all the stuff that's on this
list, and get your ass back
here pronto.
Hey, get your head out of
your ass!
Come on. Clock's ticking.
I'll get her stripped down
and into the tub.
We'll do it in here.
Wait, wait,
we have to do it here?
Why can't we just bring
her to Rogers?
When Rogers says, "Bring me a
heart," you bring him
a fucking heart, not some
dead hooker!
Come on, move! Jesus!
Take it out to Drake's
Point and bury it.
It's a good spot.
Isolated, dark.
I'll take this to Roger.
What?
Just occurred to me
Roger said disease-free.
Ah.
Gotta hope we just get lucky.
-Sorry, what?
-I said, do you want some cake?
Yes, thank you.
You okay?
Just a bit of a headache.
Hiya, sport.
Sorry I'm late.
Traffic was a killer.
Hello.
Greg, you gonna introduce us
to your friend?
Uh, Rachel, this is, um--
I'm his RAPP partner.
Name's Max.
How do you do?
You must be the birthday girl.
What's your name, angel?
Amy.
I'm your Uncle Max, Amy.
How are you?
You're not really my uncle.
Oh, busted!
Can't put anything past
this kid, huh?
Sharp as a whip, and beautiful.
Just like Mommy.
Hmm. Thank you.
Huh.
Guess what, angel?
I got a little
something-something for you.
What?
Open your hands like this.
Close your eyes.
- Okay, open.
- Wow!
Look, Mommy, a gold necklace.
- Max, that is too much.
- Oh, please.
I want to.
No, really, Max,
you shouldn't have.
Amy, it's not right to accept
that.
- Come on, let's give it back.
- Why?
He said I can have it.
It really would be a good thing
for me if you allowed
your daughter to have that.
You wouldn't believe what I
went through to get it.
I insist.
Well, if you insist. Thank you.
Uh, sorry, folks, I hate to just
swoop in and out like this,
but I actually can't stay.
I just wanted to swing
by and say hi to the princess
and deliver the gift.
Thanks for that.
You betcha.
It's lovely meeting you, Rachel.
Your daughter
is a true treasure.
Let me walk you to your car,
Max.
Oh, uh.
I'm making a point.
You followed me and fucked
with my life.
Now you know I can do the same
to you.
I didn't fuck with your life,
Max.
I tried to stop you from doing
something that could get us
both killed.
Yeah? How'd that work out?
Speaking of which, Roger called.
Heart's clean.
We're off the hook.
And lucky for you, he decided
to give me a second chance.
Whoa. Second chance?
You're gonna keep working
for that psychopath?
Now you listen to me,
you little cocksucker, you.
Okay?
I didn't say anything last
night 'cause we had more
pressing concerns, but take
this as your last and final
warning.
Stay the fuck out of my way.
Or getting a violation's gonna
be the least of your worries.
Heh.
You get the picture?
Don't forget, sport,
I'm playing with house money.
I ain't got nothing to lose.
You do.
Yes, you do.
I'm sorry, I--
You lying fuck.
That is your crooked accountant.
You are so full of shit.
-Will you let me expl--
-Shut up!
I don't wanna hear another
goddamn word out of your mouth.
You told me you had this under
control, that I didn't
have to worry!
I don't ever
wanna see this again,
and I want you out of here now.
-Rachel, please.
-You are a liar, Greg.
That's all you are.
That's all you've ever been.
The difference now is your lies
have put our daughter at risk.
-Rachel.
-You put my child at risk,
and I want you gone!
Come here, Amy.
Did you get 'em?
It wasn't easy on such short
notice, but yeah.
Not gonna ask you what you need
'em for.
I don't wanna know.
How quickly does it work?
Varies, but pretty quick.
No longer than 20 minutes.
And how does it--
Heart attack.
And does it leave any--
It's almost untraceable.
Almost?
You want 'em or not?
It's open.
Oh, goddammit!
Eddie!
- Max.
- Eddie!
This is the last time I'm gonna
tell you to fix this fucking
-Thing!
-Max.
Suck my dick!
Max!-
- Meeting time.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let me just take a piss.
I'll be right out.
Hey, I didn't ask,
but did you find a nice place
for our little friend?
Um, yeah.
It was, uh, fine.
No problems?
Uh, no.
Fuck are you doing?
Oh, the breeze just feels nice.
There's breeze outside.
Quit jerking off. Come on.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, just one second.
Eh, ah.
Woo.
I'm impressed, sport.
What?
I mean, I know we've had our
differences, but I can admit it.
You got balls.
I..
The way you handled yourself
the other night--
Not bad.
Oh.
Yeah.
I gotta say, though,
I was a little worried
for a second driving
up to Roger's.
The whole way I'm thinking,
"Oh, Max, dumb move trusting
that fucking pussy to get rid
of the body.
He's gonna fuck it up.
They're gonna pop you.
Here it comes, Max.
You're gonna pop any minute now.
Boom!"
Hey, turns out I was all worked
up over nothing.
You're a natural.
Now, that's funny.
Tell me something, sport.
How do you suppose--
Fucking weasel!
Rat fuck.
Yeah.
Motherfucker!
You wanna dance, huh?
Is that what you want, huh?
I'll get you one. You wanna go?
Yeah, let's go.
How about now?
Gregory Paulson?
Yeah.
You missed your RAPP meeting
last night.
Oh, come on, guys.
I got the flu.
It's only my first time absent--
Jesus.
Sorry.
You were here all night?
Yeah.
Anybody with you?
Just this bug.
Why?
Your RAPP partner's
Maxwell Fika?
Yeah, that's right.
Is there a problem?
When's the last time you saw
him?
Uh, couple days ago.
He came to my daughter's
birthday party.
How did he seem?
Fine.
Normal, I guess. Why?
What-- are you gonna tell me
what this is about?
He's dead.
What?
How?
Suicide, looks like.
Jumped out of his apartment
window.
Dove from his window might be
more accurate from the looks of
him.
Oh, my-- Jesus.
Why do you think
he would do something like that?
He just got out of prison.
I know he'd been sick.
It-- it seemed like
he was getting worse.
When he wasn't talking about
all the pain he was in,
he was complaining about the
side effects from his meds.
My God.
The pain he was in.
Must've been terrible.
Were you two close?
I mean, I suppose
you could say we were close.
We weren't partners very long.
We'd spent some significant
time together.
I guess I knew Max about as
well as anybody.
Why you ask?
The note he left,
it was addressed to you.
Me?
Found it
underneath his medication
bottle.
Wasn't a big talker.
You all right, buddy?
You're sweating.
Oh, yeah--
It's just--
it's this damn fever.
Report to the RAPP office
within the next 24 hours.
They'll get you reassigned
to a new partner.
Okay. Thank you.
I was with my last partner,
Dave, for about a year.
Um,
he wasn't the easiest guy
in the world to get along
with, you know?
Um, uh,
but everything's different now.
Greg is a real pal, you know?
He's always there to chat
about things.
Um, my girl and I have a
six-month-old baby, um--
Boy.
Greg's got a daughter.
What is she, seven?
Yeah.
Anyways, he's a dad, too,
so he kinda gets it, you know?
Our families have actually
become friends,
so it's, uh, it's pretty great.
Um, he's also been helping a
lot since I got laid off.
In fact, he got me an interview
at the place that he works
this Monday.
Fingers crossed.
It's great, guys.
Good work.
Let's give them a hand.
Okay, George and Terry.
I can't believe I
let you talk me into this.
I feel ridiculous.
It's a shipping yard,
for Christ's sake.
I'm telling you, it'll work.
When I interviewed, the guy said
he doesn't normally hire RAPP,
but he liked that I wore a suit.
Listen, it can't hurt, right?
I guess.
Perfect.
Don't untie it between now
and Monday.
Just loosen it, pull
it up over your head.
That way you can keep the knot.
Got it.
I'll get everything back
to you on Tuesday.
Keep it.
-You serious?
-Yeah.
It's from my past life.
I never wear it.
Besides, looks good on you.
Wow.
Thank you, sir.
You're gonna nail it.
And happy six months, partner.
Happy six months, man.
Here's to staying positive
and testing negative.
Never heard that one before.
-It's good.
-I got it from Dave.
He had his moments, when he
wasn't being an insufferable
bastard, that is.
And maybe I should send his
wife a thank you card
for shooting him.
What if she hadn't?
Hmm?
What if Dave's wife hadn't
killed him?
What do you mean?
You think he would've violated?
Shit.
I don't know.
Maybe, I guess.
You can't say for sure, right?
Max would've.
Think so?
I know so.
That motherfucker would've
absolutely gotten me killed.
And you know what?
He knew it, too.
I think he enjoyed it.
He got some sick pleasure out
of knowing that he was gonna go
down in flames, and he was gonna
take me right along with him.
It was him or me.
What I mean is I'd be dead right
now if he hadn't have gone
first.
Hmm.
Oh, sh-- I gotta get going
before the buses start running.
All right, well,
good luck tomorrow.
-Knock 'em dead.
-Thanks.
Mm, and, uh, have a good time
at that picnic tomorrow.
Give Rachel and Amy my best.
Will do.
Whoa!
- Are you it?
- All right, I'm it.
Come here.
Lunchtime!
Come and eat.
Oh, this looks great.
Thank you.
Thanks for coming.
Oh, I meant to ask you, uh, Sean
and I were talking about maybe
getting all of us together.
You, me, and Amy with him,
Joanna, and Patrick.
Sounds fun.
- How is Sean?
- He's good.
He's great, actually.
I got him an interview
at the yard this morning.
That's great. How'd he do?
I don't know.
I tried calling him to find
out, but he didn't pick up.
Sean David Ochoa,
RAPP number 45499, this hearing
is to determine if sufficient
evidence exists to warrant
a charge of first-degree murder
against you.
Receiving such a charge would
constitute a violation
of the terms of the Recidivism
Accountability Partnership
Program.
Do you understand the purpose
of this hearing, sir?
Yes.
This necklace was discovered
in your suit coat pocket
this morning as you were passing
through a security checkpoint
metal detector at the East Port
shipping and receiving terminal.
It w-- it was in the pocket, but
I swear to God I've never seen
it before.
A K-9 unit on the scene
indicated narcotics
on the necklace.
Subsequent testing confirmed
the presence of cocaine residue
inside the locket compartment.
I told you it's not mine.
This is a blow-up
of the photograph
inside the locket.
The young woman in the photo has
been identified by vice squad as
Jennifer Rodgers,
AKA Kandi Kane, age 23.
Ms. Rodgers was murdered between
three and six months ago.
The exact time of death is not
known.
Three to six months is an
estimate based on the
decomposition of her strangled
and mutilated corpse, which was
discovered last month buried in
the dunes near Drake's Point.
A forensic examination of the
locket revealed traces of blood
matching the victim's type.
The uniform distribution around
the chain was determined to be
consistent with injuries that
would have been sustained
during a violent strangulation.
Mr. Ochoa, do you have anything
to say in response
to this evidence?
Daddy, after lunch, do you
wanna push me on the swings?
-Sure.
-But we can still play in
the jungle gym after swings.
-Right?
-Of course.
Amy, finish your lunch.
Your daddy will play
with you however you want
after you finish.
The suit's not even mine.
Yes, I see here
that you told
investigators that you bought
it at a secondhand store.
That's right.
Yet you were unable to recall
when specifically,
or even the name or location of
the store.
Yes!
Yeah!
Do the board members have
anything to add?
- Oh, wait.
- Nothing to add.
Please, no,
you're making a mistake.
Nothing to add.
I swear to God I didn't
do anything!
Yeah, as high as you can.
All right, as high as I can.
This board finds that
there is sufficient evidence--
- No, no, please!
- To warrant the charge.
Please, no, God, no!
I swear to Christ I didn't
do it.
-I didn't kill anybody!
-Per the terms of the
Recidivism Accountability
Partnership Program--
I didn't kill anybody, come on!
-Your previously--
-Please!
Suspended sentence is hereby
ordered to be
carried out immediately.
Please, no.
No, come on.
Please.
Please, no.
Oh, come on, no.
I didn't kill anybody.
I didn't kill anybody, come on.
Please, listen to me!
Higher!
I don't think I can go higher
than that.
Oh, please. Yes, you can!
Please, come on!
Oh, come on!
I have a son.
Daddy, you stopped pushing me.
I'm not going to high anymore.
Daddy.
Daddy.
Release the hostages.
Come out with your hands raised
high in the air.
Shut up.
There's no way out.
Come out with
your hands raised up in the air.
Fuck you!
You look good.
Hmm?
Well, you're kind.
No, I'm-- I'm serious, Tom.
You-- you seem different
in a good way.
Thanks.
I-- I hope so.
I suppose I--
I need to be different.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry and-- and--
and I just wanna say--
Thank you for giving me
the benefit of the doubt.
It-- it means a lot.
You made some mistakes
and it wouldn't make things
any easier for you if I held
everything over your head.
Oh, shit. Fuck. Oh, shit.
This is bad.
This is real bad, man.
We gotta give it up.
Ain't an option.
What do you mean?
This is it.
Look at you, you're bleeding
all over the fucking place.
We're giving up now, man--
I said ain't a fucking option!
I-- I feel different, you know?
Like, uh, I'm gonna be able to,
I don't know,
make a new start at things.
That's great.
I'm done, bro.
You do what you want.
Yo, I'm coming out.
I'm unarmed. Don't shoot.
Stand up, turn around
with your hands on your head.
Back out of the door slowly.
Hmm.
Mm.
My God.
Welcome back to the world.
Good to be back.
Fuck it.
No, no, no! No!
What?
No, it-- it's-- it's so cheesy.
-Forget it.
-Tom, come on.
Nothing.
I-- I just-- I-- I feel happy.
I almost forgot what it felt
like.
Hey, lieutenant.
Save room for dessert.
They've got a great cherry pie
here.
Oh, I can't tell you the last
time I had a real cherry pie.
I know.
Why do you think--
I hereby
call this hearing to order.
Docket number 43-21997,
Maxwell James Fika,
you have served
12 years of a 90-year sentence
for single counts each
of kidnapping, aggravated
robbery, and second-degree
murder.
Gregory Wayne Paulson, you have
served five years of a 47-year
sentence for multiple counts
each of securities fraud,
wire fraud, and perjury.
You both have applied to
participate in the Recidivism
Accountability Partnership
Program, to be referred to
hereinafter as RAPP.
Is that correct?
Yes.
Yeah.
Do you both understand
and agree that if accepted,
as of this date, you will be
paired together as
accountability partners?
Yes.
Yes.
As of this date,
your remaining sentences
will be nullified
in exchange for suspended death
sentences.
These new sentences
will be suspended
for a period of five years.
During those five years,
you must both receive no new
criminal charges of any kind.
You must also remain in the
state and attend mandatory
weekly group meetings with no
more than three absences.
If you both adhere completely
to the terms of the program
for the full five years, your
sentences will be canceled,
and you will no longer be
subject to violation.
Do you both fully understand
and agree to these terms?
Yes.
Yes.
Do
you both understand and agree
you are fully accountable
for each other's criminal
actions for the full duration
of the program term?
Any violation on the part of
either of you will constitute
a violation for both of you, in
which case both of your
suspended death sentences will
be carried out immediately.
Yes.
Yes.
Are there any objections
from the board?
-No objection.
-No objection.
This board hereby approves
the candidates' participation
in the Recidivism Accountability
Partnership Program.
Gentlemen--
A word of advice.
Keep a close eye on each other.
After you leave this facility,
you are each other's support
system.
Help each other reassimilate.
Our greatest successes with
this program come when
participants maintain nearly
constant contact
throughout the term.
You know, how you proceed is
up to you, but remember,
your lives are in each other's
hands, so please be careful
out there.
If there's nothing further,
this hearing is adjourned.
Good luck, gentlemen.
So, Max, right?
I'm Greg.
Guess we're gonna be seeing
a lot of each other, huh?
Uh, do you have someone picking
you up or.
Oh, you ordered a car.
Well, uh,
it looks like we were set up
in places
pretty close to each other.
Maybe we could, uh--
Hey, Max.
Listen, um, maybe we ought to
get to know each other a little
better before the first group
meeting next week.
How about a drink?
Oh, well, I-- I--
I thought maybe coffee might
be better considering we--
Um.
This one for apartment.
This for building, okay?
-Got it.
-Okay.
Uh, RAPP already pay me one
month.
You want to stay longer,
you pay me.
-You understand?
-Yes.
-They told me that I have to--
-No, no, wait, wait.
Listen, I don't want
no problems.
You don't make problem for me,
I don't make problem for you.
You make problem for me, I
gotta call RAPP, and they
gonna give you--
Violation.
Yes?
-Yes.
-Yes.
Take it.
Come on, sweetie.
We need to power walk.
What's power walk?
Oh, it just means walk fast.
Why do we need to walk fast?
- Because--
- Rachel.
Uh, sweetie, I-- I need to talk
with this man for a sec.
Could you just wait for me
over there, please?
Okay.
Amy, stay
where I can see you, please.
How'd you even get out?
Oh, my God.
You said you'd never let her
see me behind bars.
Now you don't have to.
Oh, it's not that simple, Greg.
I mean, what if you-- what if
whoever you're paired with--
I know the risks,
but it was either
this or miss her entire
childhood.
I've missed too much already.
She is the only good thing left
in my life.
And if you deny me this now,
then I might as well
be dead.
And I know you'd
be fine with that,
but this isn't about me and you.
It's about her.
And no matter
how you feel about me,
she does have
a right to know me.
Do you have a job?
-A place to stay?
-I have a place.
I should have a job very soon.
Come on, Mommy.
We need to power walk.
I-- it's a lot, Greg.
It's a lot.
-I have to think about it.
-Can I call you?
When you have a job.
Come on, baby.
I usually don't hire RAPP,
but what the hell?
- I mean, you seem all right.
- Really?
Well, you wore a fucking suit
to the interview.
You know how often that happens
around here?
I'll take it as a good sign.
Thank you.
All right, start tomorrow.
Shift's 7:00 to 4:30,
half-hour lunch.
Questions?
Actually, yeah, one.
Is the security out front
always like that?
Oh, you bet your ass it is.
We get a lot of shipments
moving in and out of here
every day, people trying to
sneak through weapons, drugs,
you name it.
You don't have to worry
about any of that stuff from me.
Good, 'cause otherwise I'll
have you violated
so fast your head will spin.
I mean, you know,
after your heart explodes
and all that shit.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Come on!
Get your shit together.
I'm Greg.
Is Max here?
We have a meeting.
Maxie, baby, Greg's here.
Let him in.
Nice place.
Wait there a minute.
What?
Oh, shit.
A little help?
The clasp is broken, so you
just have to push it back.
-Yeah. I see what you mean.
-And then you hook it.
There you go.
Thank you.
Time to go, sweetie.
Okay.
Are you aware she's doing drugs
in here?
Yeah.
Can't talk right now.
I got a meeting.
When?
Yeah, Monday's no problem.
Call me tomorrow morning
with details.
'Cause I can't talk right now.
I miss you already, baby.
-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
Mm.
I'll call you.
You better.
Bye, Greg.
You got a job, I guess.
I'm weighing several
competitive offers.
Well, may I ask how you've
been able to afford all this?
All what?
This.
The TV, the stereo, the--
Jesus Christ!
Yo, Ernie!
You told me you fixed the damn
radiator!
Just fix
the fucking thing!
All right.
Man!
Son of a bitch.
How did you pay for this?
I'm independently wealthy.
Max, I'm serious,
and I have a right to know.
Know what?
Are you involved in anything
that you shouldn't be?
Anything illegal?
Nothing you need to worry
about, sport.
Okay.
Couple things before we start.
First, as I'm sure
you all have noticed,
Chris and Nick are not with us.
Chris violated two nights ago.
He went to go see his ex.
The new boyfriend was there.
You guys know Chris
had a temper.
He put the guy in the hospital.
Nick had just started night
classes to get his GED.
How often do I say it, people?
You have to communicate
with your partners.
If Nick knew Chris was speaking
with his ex again and was
planning to go see her, maybe
he could have talked him out
of it.
Or if not, he could
have gone with him and get him
out of there in case
things got bad.
I don't know, but the point
is they're dead now
because they weren't
communicating.
Plain and simple.
This is why we're here.
That's why we do this.
Also, we have a new set of
partners joining us today.
Say hello to Greg and Max.
All right.
Let's get started.
The idea of the sharing letter
is to express your feelings
and have your partner really
hear them, because they're
going to read your words out
loud, and you're going to read
theirs.
This is the time
for you to be completely honest
and tell your partner exactly
how you feel.
Do not be shy.
Participation is mandatory, Max.
"Thank you, George.
What else can I say but thank
you?
Thank you for saving my life.
I'd be dead a couple times
over if it wasn't for you.
Thank you for letting me
into your family.
I never had one of my own,
at least not one that ever gave
a shit about me.
Most of all, George, I wanna
thank you for helping me get
clean.
No way I could have done
it without you.
No bullshit.
You're my brother, man.
Terry."
It's really good, guys.
Some nice honesty there, Terry.
All right. Good, guys.
Let's give him a hand.
Okay.
Greg, let's hear Max's letter.
Um.
Greg.
Yeah.
Dear Greg, we've got a long
road ahead of us.
I know you've been trying to get
to know me a little better,
and that I haven't always made
it easy.
Don't take it personally.
It's just not always easy for me
to trust and open up to people.
I'm sure you can understand
that.
I'll do my best to meet
you halfway.
I do feel lucky
that I have a partner who cares.
I could have been stuck
with a real asshole.
Be patient with me,
and we'll get through this.
Sincerely, Max.
Okay.
Let's take a break.
Do you think this is a game?
Do you understand
that they will kill us?
Of course I do.
Then what the fuck
was that with the letter?
You seemed to handle it pretty
well.
And then at your apartment, that
escort you're hanging out with--
Escort?
Oh, excuse me.
That coke whore you've
been banging.
Are you out of your fucking
mind?
What, is this just, like,
a-- a-- a tough guy thing?
You don't-- you don't--
you have no fear of death.
Is that it?
I have perspective.
What the hell does that mean?
Jesus, fucking stop.
Please.
Relax, sport.
Huh?
I know you're just trying
to keep our noses clean, right?
Right.
Right.
And I appreciate the effort.
I really do.
Now, you've made your position
clear.
I think it's only fair
that I make my
position clear to you.
But first, I wanna make sure
I have your undivided attention.
Do I have your attention?
Good.
My position is this.
Touch me again, and I'll feed
you your fucking balls.
You understand?
Good.
Out of the question.
You can't switch RAPP partners
under any circumstances.
You don't understand.
This guy is different.
You think you're the first
person to come in here and say
you don't like the murder
you've been paired with?
He's gonna get me killed.
According to the rules of
the RAPP program--
I know the fucking rules!
Do not curse at me, sir.
I'm sorry. I apologize.
I know you're just trying
to do your job.
It's just he has no interest
in reforming.
He doesn't even seem to care
about dying.
Why is he even in the program?
I'm sorry, but you and Mr. Fika
are just going to have to
resolve whatever differences--
What?
What is it,
something in his file?
What is it?
My mom wants me
to send Amy
to stay with them
for the summer,
a whole week, just her
and my parents, which could be
a good thing, being around
animals and clean air.
I know what she really wants is
for us to move in with them full
time, you know, out of the city.
Are you all right?
What?
What's with you?
Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just--
Amy's got a birthday coming up.
Any plans?
How's everything going,
with RAPP, I mean?
It's fine.
Really?
Yeah. Why?
I need you to be honest with
me, Greg.
Don't bullshit me.
I am.
I mean, I'm not.
What about your partner?
You drop in,
you ask me to
reconnect you with Amy,
but if you're still associating
with dangerous criminals,
I don't see-- w--
you think that's funny?
- I'm talking about--
- No.
-The safety of our daughter.
-Rachel, no.
Listen, it's just--
My partner is the farthest thing
in the world from dangerous.
He's an accountant.
They caught him cooking the
books at some regional
pharmaceutical company, and it
sounds like it was really
his bosses doing everything.
They just used him as
a scapegoat.
I mean, it's typical.
He's a perfectly decent guy.
He just screwed up.
I mean, I know how that goes.
Amy is in no danger.
Come on.
You know her safety is my top
priority.
Promise me you have this--
all of this fully under control.
Of course.
Everything is completely
under control.
Who is it?
It's Greg.
Can I come up? We have to talk.
I'm busy.
Look, I'm sorry I lost my cool
at the meeting.
Will you please let me up?
Max?
Fuck off!
-What the hell's going on?
-Get this lunatic off me!
Get the fuck out,
you little bitch!
-Take it easy.
-Get out!
Not without my money?
Your money's up your nose,
you coke whore!
I'm fucked up in the head, Max,
and you know what?
I'm gonna take this shit.
Give me my fucking money,
or I swear to God
I'll drop a dime on you.
-Oh, you'll drop a dime?
-Yeah!
Well, let me help
you on your way.
Get the fuck out!
I want my fucking money!
Give me my money
or you're dead, you asshole!
You hear me?
I'll call RAPP and have
both you fuckers popped!
Max!
Do something!
Relax.
She's bluffing.
What?
Trust me.
There's no way she's calling
the cops.
How do you know that?
Professional courtesy.
Besides, she knows what would
happen if word got out
she was a snitch.
She'd be dead just like us.
Oh, well, that's, uh,
that's very reassuring, Max.
Thank you.
And what if she calls her pimp?
No problem.
He's a former partner of mine.
I'll straighten it out with him.
And if I can't.
I know about the cancer, Max.
I was at the RAPP office
and I saw it in your file.
Tried to trade me in, huh?
Can you blame me?
I have a six-year-old daughter,
Max.
I'm scared that because of you,
the last thing I'm ever gonna
see is her screaming face
covered in my blood.
I don't pretend to know what
you're going through.
Terminal diagnosis,
medication, pain.
But my daughter is innocent,
Max.
Please.
Please, for her sake,
can we figure something out?
First of all, sport,
I'm not acting out.
I've been living this lifestyle
since before you were born,
and I'm not trying to get
myself popped.
I don't have a death wish.
I just wanna enjoy myself
the time I got left
And that costs money.
So, I'm gonna do what I gotta
do.
Which is what exactly?
Don't worry about it.
Just show up at the meetings.
Look, I got six months,
a year tops.
After that, maybe you'll get a
partner that's more your speed.
Max, you've had a hooker in
here snorting blow.
You have a fucking gun
in your pocket.
At the very least, will you
please just tell me what
you're doing out there in the
streets so that I can
understand the risk?
Maybe I can even help
you mitigate it.
How are you making the money?
It's best for both of us
that you don't know.
I'm not leaving here until I
get an answer.
Oh, you're not, huh?
Please, Max.
Please, if not for me,
for my daughter's sake.
Oh--
Jesus Christ with the daughter!
You really think I'm some kind
of fucking idiot, don't you?
That you can con me with this
daughter bullshit, like I'm
some old lady whose life
savings you're trying to
rip off.
Yeah, bank boy, I did my
research on you in the prison
library right after we got
paired up.
I'll be God damned if I'm gonna
let some limp-dick second-rate
scumbag con me.
Oh, I'm a scumbag?
I'm a scumbag?
Let's look at the facts, Max.
I'm not the one out there
committing crimes every day.
I'm the one out there working an
honest job just trying to keep
you and me alive.
Yeah, you're a real swell guy.
Swell guy who fucked
over thousands of people.
And I regret that, Max.
But let's be honest here,
at least I never killed anyone.
But you sure took a lot of
lives, though, didn't ya?
Huh?
College funds, retirement plans,
life savings, people's lives.
Hey, why use a gun
when you could use a computer,
right, sport?
And me, I never killed anyone
who didn't already have it
coming to them.
And I knew
every single one of them
personally.
And believe me, the world's a
better place without them.
You know?
How many average Joes that
didn't even know you got fucked
over by you?
Hundreds?
Thousands?
I read about a few of 'em even
offed themselves.
Any of them have daughters?
You know what the difference
is between me and you, sport?
Circumstances.
Dumb fucking luck.
The only reason I never stole
a zillion bucks
is because I didn't know how!
The only reason you never
actually killed anybody
is because you never really
had to.
Okay.
Okay, let's just take it easy.
Your ass take it easy!
Fuck you, you fucking piece of
shit!
You're a walking disease!
I'd be doing the whole world
a favor just by taking you down
with me.
Matter of fact, you know what?
I think I'm gonna do you right
now because you--
Definitely got it coming.
Max, I'm sorry, okay?
Please.
I'll leave.
Hello?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm on it.
We've both taken lives, sport.
I deserve cancer.
You deserve me.
Those are the worst.
Hurts like a bitch.
Yep.
Gotta get yourself a good pair
of work gloves with rubber grips
like these.
Closed out three years ago.
So, you're done.
They take the bomb,
let you keep the tattoo.
Hey, Harlan, uh,
I need some stuff, man.
Outside.
You talk to me outside.
You got that?
How much longer you got left?
I just started.
Well, I'd tell you it gets
easier, but that really depends.
Hey!
What is this, a break?
My partner's up to something.
He has no interest in going
clean.
Well, better get on top of
that, one way or another.
You're gonna have
to do it.
Max, stop!
- Come on, get out--
- Stop!
You're gonna
get out of the fucking--
Break it off!
I'm telling you something ain't
right!
We'll deal with it inside!
Max, what the hell
are you doing?
They told me
it wasn't gonna hurt!
Don't worry about it.
Get the fuck out of here now!
No, not until you tell me
what's going on.
Something's wrong!
Nothing's wrong.
Let's just go inside.
Let go of me!
Ow!
- Fuck!
- Shit.
What the fuck is this?
Fuck!
She's been complaining ever
since I picked her up.
Stomach pains.
We extract now.
Get her inside.
She needs a hospital.
My RAPP partner.
Followed me.
Help her.
Come with me.
Heads up.
Do her.
Now!
Against the wall.
I do him, you're cleaning it up.
He disappears,
it comes back to me.
Maybe it's gonna be both of you.
Huh, Max?
Yeah.
Okay, sir.
Roger.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Yeah, yeah.
Just like, uh, just like give
me a week and, uh--
Yeah, no, no, no, we'll--
it's gonna work.
We're gonna make it work.
Okay.
Uh, listen, I got a jump
because,
uh, I got two people walking
into my office and--
What?
She did?
Oh, man, that's adorable.
Oh, man, I hope you guys are
taking pictures of this stuff
because they grow up so fast.
It's like you blink your eye
and--
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
Okay, my brother.
Yeah, yeah.
Talk to you. Ciao.
Sorry about that.
-How are you, Max?
-Good to see you as always.
And it's Greg, right?
Roger.
Okay.
So, can I get you guys, uh,
something to drink?
We got the hard stuff.
We got beer.
We got coffee, tea.
-Nothing?
-All set. No.
Okay.
So, uh, Max,
I understand there
was a little snafu.
Yeah.
And Greg, what are you doing
here?
I followed him.
You followed him?
That's funny.
You concerned about his
well-being or something?
Yeah.
One of the tube fittings broke.
Sharp edge was floating
around down there.
That was causing the pain.
That about the cargo?
The liver, lungs,
kidneys, they're are okay,
but the heart's fucked.
Got crushed when she was shoved
down.
Well, that's a shame.
Okay, thank you, Chuck.
She tripped.
I beg your pardon?
Nobody shoved her.
She was freaking out.
She tripped. It was an accident.
Well, that may well be, Max,
but it happened on your watch.
And part of your job is to make
sure that there aren't
any accidents.
So, there's that to consider.
And Greg, I'm pretty sure you
had no idea what you were
getting into, but I think we
can all agree that your
presence here tonight made
things worse, right?
I suppose.
So, I think we're all
on the same page
regarding culpability,
so now let's talk restitution.
A heart is worth $100,000.
Max, your fee is usually five,
but obviously I won't be paying
that this time because, well,
that really wouldn't be fair,
would it?
Let's see.
Now, that leaves me with a net
loss of $95,000.
So, options, there are three.
Option A, you pay me $95,000
and we can all call it a night.
Do you guys have $95,000?
Okay.
Let's move on to option B.
In option B, you find me a
replacement heart.
And guys,
I don't wanna know where you
found it or how you got it
because I got enough problems
of my own right now.
It's gotta be under 30, viable,
and disease-free.
Either way, I gotta have the
heart or the money by 7:00 a.m.
7:00 a.m. tomorrow?
That's right.
Yeah, I know.
Kind of a time crunch.
Not gonna be a problem,
is it?
With all due respect, sir,
and I am-- we are truly and
deeply sorry for all the
trouble that we caused you
tonight, and we are committed
to making this right, but less
than 12 hours, it's--
it's not enough time.
Okay.
Okay.
That takes us to option C.
In option C, I gut the two of
you like a couple of fish and
clean out your bodies for
anything I might be able
to sell.
I know your hearts are no good.
Those little RAPP bombs are
surprisingly tamper-resistant,
and I'd prefer that none of my
guys lost any of their fingers.
Now, Max, when it comes
to health, you're pretty
much a walking dumpster
fire. But who knows?
We might get lucky and find
something in there we can use.
Of course, we won't really know
until we open you up.
And Greg, you're a little
older than I'd like my donors
to be, but looks like you've
taken pretty good care
of yourself, so I'm feeling
optimistic.
And that is the professional
version of option C.
If you should decide to do
anything unprofessional,
like try to skip town
or place an anonymous
phone call to the police
telling them what's
going on down here,
that would force me to
do something unprofessional,
like round up everybody
you ever cared about,
haul them in here,
and personally carve their
beating hearts out of their
fucking chests.
That won't be necessary.
Good.
'Cause I like you guys.
Max, we go back a long way.
And Greg, you seem like a
decent sort of fellow.
So, let's aim high.
Be positive.
Option A or option B.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
There's an underground casino
not far from here.
It's a long shot, but it's the
best I can think of.
Max, that's not a long shot.
That's fucking ridiculous.
The odds of winning $95,000
in a single night of gambling--
We're not gonna gamble.
It's the weekend.
Could be 2, 300 grand on hand.
I figure we go in shooting,
catch 'em with their pants
down, huh?
Suicide.
The security in a place like
that--
That's why I need you.
Game center of mass.
Lean into it. You can't miss.
Look, I go in there alone,
I'm dead.
Come 7:00 a.m, so are you.
At least with the both of us, we
got a chance of walking out of
there with the money.
So, do you wanna live
or you wanna die?
-Live or die?
-Live.
- I wanna live.
- Good.
Me, too.
This is how we live.
Unless you
got a better idea on how
to score 95 Gs or a human heart
inside of the next 10 hours.
Who is it?
It's me, Maxie. It's Kandi.
What do you want?
Can you let me up?
I'm really hurting, baby.
I just-- I need--
I need to hit just a little one
to get me through the night.
I'm sorry about the other
night, baby.
Please, Maxie, I'm begging you.
Please, please, baby.
Maxie.
Come on up.
Sorry, I got all crazy before.
That's okay.
Fix me up, baby.
You know I'll make it up to you.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
I can give you a freebie right
now if you want.
-Sure. Let's do it.
-And I'm gonna let--
- Fuck me.
- Oh.
I didn't know you had company.
Greg and I just had
some business to take care of.
Come on.
Let's get you nice and comfy
over here, okay?
Mm-hmm.
And I'm gonna
go get your stuff.
Okay.
And Greg's
gonna keep you company.
Right, Greg?
Okay.
Don't be too long, baby, please.
No. All right, baby.
What?
Nothing.
So what'd you do?
What?
To get locked up.
You don't look like any of
the other RAPP guys I know.
Most of them could break
you over their knee.
So, what are you,
like, a pervert or something?
It's complicated.
I restructured some debts
to make it appear to investors
that.
I stole
a lot of money from a lot of
people.
We all want money.
It wasn't about the money.
I already had money.
So, why'd you do it?
It made me feel smart.
Like I'd figured out something
no one else had.
And it didn't even feel like
stealing.
There were no names or faces.
They weren't people.
They were just numbers
on a screen.
Afterwards, people kept asking
me if I was remorseful.
I would say, "Yes, of course,
I feel deeply sorry
for my actions," but I'm not.
The truth is I enjoyed it.
I would do it again if I could.
And the only thing I'm sorry
for is getting caught.
Two blocks north of here,
there's a hardware store that's
open late.
Get all the stuff that's on this
list, and get your ass back
here pronto.
Hey, get your head out of
your ass!
Come on. Clock's ticking.
I'll get her stripped down
and into the tub.
We'll do it in here.
Wait, wait,
we have to do it here?
Why can't we just bring
her to Rogers?
When Rogers says, "Bring me a
heart," you bring him
a fucking heart, not some
dead hooker!
Come on, move! Jesus!
Take it out to Drake's
Point and bury it.
It's a good spot.
Isolated, dark.
I'll take this to Roger.
What?
Just occurred to me
Roger said disease-free.
Ah.
Gotta hope we just get lucky.
-Sorry, what?
-I said, do you want some cake?
Yes, thank you.
You okay?
Just a bit of a headache.
Hiya, sport.
Sorry I'm late.
Traffic was a killer.
Hello.
Greg, you gonna introduce us
to your friend?
Uh, Rachel, this is, um--
I'm his RAPP partner.
Name's Max.
How do you do?
You must be the birthday girl.
What's your name, angel?
Amy.
I'm your Uncle Max, Amy.
How are you?
You're not really my uncle.
Oh, busted!
Can't put anything past
this kid, huh?
Sharp as a whip, and beautiful.
Just like Mommy.
Hmm. Thank you.
Huh.
Guess what, angel?
I got a little
something-something for you.
What?
Open your hands like this.
Close your eyes.
- Okay, open.
- Wow!
Look, Mommy, a gold necklace.
- Max, that is too much.
- Oh, please.
I want to.
No, really, Max,
you shouldn't have.
Amy, it's not right to accept
that.
- Come on, let's give it back.
- Why?
He said I can have it.
It really would be a good thing
for me if you allowed
your daughter to have that.
You wouldn't believe what I
went through to get it.
I insist.
Well, if you insist. Thank you.
Uh, sorry, folks, I hate to just
swoop in and out like this,
but I actually can't stay.
I just wanted to swing
by and say hi to the princess
and deliver the gift.
Thanks for that.
You betcha.
It's lovely meeting you, Rachel.
Your daughter
is a true treasure.
Let me walk you to your car,
Max.
Oh, uh.
I'm making a point.
You followed me and fucked
with my life.
Now you know I can do the same
to you.
I didn't fuck with your life,
Max.
I tried to stop you from doing
something that could get us
both killed.
Yeah? How'd that work out?
Speaking of which, Roger called.
Heart's clean.
We're off the hook.
And lucky for you, he decided
to give me a second chance.
Whoa. Second chance?
You're gonna keep working
for that psychopath?
Now you listen to me,
you little cocksucker, you.
Okay?
I didn't say anything last
night 'cause we had more
pressing concerns, but take
this as your last and final
warning.
Stay the fuck out of my way.
Or getting a violation's gonna
be the least of your worries.
Heh.
You get the picture?
Don't forget, sport,
I'm playing with house money.
I ain't got nothing to lose.
You do.
Yes, you do.
I'm sorry, I--
You lying fuck.
That is your crooked accountant.
You are so full of shit.
-Will you let me expl--
-Shut up!
I don't wanna hear another
goddamn word out of your mouth.
You told me you had this under
control, that I didn't
have to worry!
I don't ever
wanna see this again,
and I want you out of here now.
-Rachel, please.
-You are a liar, Greg.
That's all you are.
That's all you've ever been.
The difference now is your lies
have put our daughter at risk.
-Rachel.
-You put my child at risk,
and I want you gone!
Come here, Amy.
Did you get 'em?
It wasn't easy on such short
notice, but yeah.
Not gonna ask you what you need
'em for.
I don't wanna know.
How quickly does it work?
Varies, but pretty quick.
No longer than 20 minutes.
And how does it--
Heart attack.
And does it leave any--
It's almost untraceable.
Almost?
You want 'em or not?
It's open.
Oh, goddammit!
Eddie!
- Max.
- Eddie!
This is the last time I'm gonna
tell you to fix this fucking
-Thing!
-Max.
Suck my dick!
Max!-
- Meeting time.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let me just take a piss.
I'll be right out.
Hey, I didn't ask,
but did you find a nice place
for our little friend?
Um, yeah.
It was, uh, fine.
No problems?
Uh, no.
Fuck are you doing?
Oh, the breeze just feels nice.
There's breeze outside.
Quit jerking off. Come on.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, just one second.
Eh, ah.
Woo.
I'm impressed, sport.
What?
I mean, I know we've had our
differences, but I can admit it.
You got balls.
I..
The way you handled yourself
the other night--
Not bad.
Oh.
Yeah.
I gotta say, though,
I was a little worried
for a second driving
up to Roger's.
The whole way I'm thinking,
"Oh, Max, dumb move trusting
that fucking pussy to get rid
of the body.
He's gonna fuck it up.
They're gonna pop you.
Here it comes, Max.
You're gonna pop any minute now.
Boom!"
Hey, turns out I was all worked
up over nothing.
You're a natural.
Now, that's funny.
Tell me something, sport.
How do you suppose--
Fucking weasel!
Rat fuck.
Yeah.
Motherfucker!
You wanna dance, huh?
Is that what you want, huh?
I'll get you one. You wanna go?
Yeah, let's go.
How about now?
Gregory Paulson?
Yeah.
You missed your RAPP meeting
last night.
Oh, come on, guys.
I got the flu.
It's only my first time absent--
Jesus.
Sorry.
You were here all night?
Yeah.
Anybody with you?
Just this bug.
Why?
Your RAPP partner's
Maxwell Fika?
Yeah, that's right.
Is there a problem?
When's the last time you saw
him?
Uh, couple days ago.
He came to my daughter's
birthday party.
How did he seem?
Fine.
Normal, I guess. Why?
What-- are you gonna tell me
what this is about?
He's dead.
What?
How?
Suicide, looks like.
Jumped out of his apartment
window.
Dove from his window might be
more accurate from the looks of
him.
Oh, my-- Jesus.
Why do you think
he would do something like that?
He just got out of prison.
I know he'd been sick.
It-- it seemed like
he was getting worse.
When he wasn't talking about
all the pain he was in,
he was complaining about the
side effects from his meds.
My God.
The pain he was in.
Must've been terrible.
Were you two close?
I mean, I suppose
you could say we were close.
We weren't partners very long.
We'd spent some significant
time together.
I guess I knew Max about as
well as anybody.
Why you ask?
The note he left,
it was addressed to you.
Me?
Found it
underneath his medication
bottle.
Wasn't a big talker.
You all right, buddy?
You're sweating.
Oh, yeah--
It's just--
it's this damn fever.
Report to the RAPP office
within the next 24 hours.
They'll get you reassigned
to a new partner.
Okay. Thank you.
I was with my last partner,
Dave, for about a year.
Um,
he wasn't the easiest guy
in the world to get along
with, you know?
Um, uh,
but everything's different now.
Greg is a real pal, you know?
He's always there to chat
about things.
Um, my girl and I have a
six-month-old baby, um--
Boy.
Greg's got a daughter.
What is she, seven?
Yeah.
Anyways, he's a dad, too,
so he kinda gets it, you know?
Our families have actually
become friends,
so it's, uh, it's pretty great.
Um, he's also been helping a
lot since I got laid off.
In fact, he got me an interview
at the place that he works
this Monday.
Fingers crossed.
It's great, guys.
Good work.
Let's give them a hand.
Okay, George and Terry.
I can't believe I
let you talk me into this.
I feel ridiculous.
It's a shipping yard,
for Christ's sake.
I'm telling you, it'll work.
When I interviewed, the guy said
he doesn't normally hire RAPP,
but he liked that I wore a suit.
Listen, it can't hurt, right?
I guess.
Perfect.
Don't untie it between now
and Monday.
Just loosen it, pull
it up over your head.
That way you can keep the knot.
Got it.
I'll get everything back
to you on Tuesday.
Keep it.
-You serious?
-Yeah.
It's from my past life.
I never wear it.
Besides, looks good on you.
Wow.
Thank you, sir.
You're gonna nail it.
And happy six months, partner.
Happy six months, man.
Here's to staying positive
and testing negative.
Never heard that one before.
-It's good.
-I got it from Dave.
He had his moments, when he
wasn't being an insufferable
bastard, that is.
And maybe I should send his
wife a thank you card
for shooting him.
What if she hadn't?
Hmm?
What if Dave's wife hadn't
killed him?
What do you mean?
You think he would've violated?
Shit.
I don't know.
Maybe, I guess.
You can't say for sure, right?
Max would've.
Think so?
I know so.
That motherfucker would've
absolutely gotten me killed.
And you know what?
He knew it, too.
I think he enjoyed it.
He got some sick pleasure out
of knowing that he was gonna go
down in flames, and he was gonna
take me right along with him.
It was him or me.
What I mean is I'd be dead right
now if he hadn't have gone
first.
Hmm.
Oh, sh-- I gotta get going
before the buses start running.
All right, well,
good luck tomorrow.
-Knock 'em dead.
-Thanks.
Mm, and, uh, have a good time
at that picnic tomorrow.
Give Rachel and Amy my best.
Will do.
Whoa!
- Are you it?
- All right, I'm it.
Come here.
Lunchtime!
Come and eat.
Oh, this looks great.
Thank you.
Thanks for coming.
Oh, I meant to ask you, uh, Sean
and I were talking about maybe
getting all of us together.
You, me, and Amy with him,
Joanna, and Patrick.
Sounds fun.
- How is Sean?
- He's good.
He's great, actually.
I got him an interview
at the yard this morning.
That's great. How'd he do?
I don't know.
I tried calling him to find
out, but he didn't pick up.
Sean David Ochoa,
RAPP number 45499, this hearing
is to determine if sufficient
evidence exists to warrant
a charge of first-degree murder
against you.
Receiving such a charge would
constitute a violation
of the terms of the Recidivism
Accountability Partnership
Program.
Do you understand the purpose
of this hearing, sir?
Yes.
This necklace was discovered
in your suit coat pocket
this morning as you were passing
through a security checkpoint
metal detector at the East Port
shipping and receiving terminal.
It w-- it was in the pocket, but
I swear to God I've never seen
it before.
A K-9 unit on the scene
indicated narcotics
on the necklace.
Subsequent testing confirmed
the presence of cocaine residue
inside the locket compartment.
I told you it's not mine.
This is a blow-up
of the photograph
inside the locket.
The young woman in the photo has
been identified by vice squad as
Jennifer Rodgers,
AKA Kandi Kane, age 23.
Ms. Rodgers was murdered between
three and six months ago.
The exact time of death is not
known.
Three to six months is an
estimate based on the
decomposition of her strangled
and mutilated corpse, which was
discovered last month buried in
the dunes near Drake's Point.
A forensic examination of the
locket revealed traces of blood
matching the victim's type.
The uniform distribution around
the chain was determined to be
consistent with injuries that
would have been sustained
during a violent strangulation.
Mr. Ochoa, do you have anything
to say in response
to this evidence?
Daddy, after lunch, do you
wanna push me on the swings?
-Sure.
-But we can still play in
the jungle gym after swings.
-Right?
-Of course.
Amy, finish your lunch.
Your daddy will play
with you however you want
after you finish.
The suit's not even mine.
Yes, I see here
that you told
investigators that you bought
it at a secondhand store.
That's right.
Yet you were unable to recall
when specifically,
or even the name or location of
the store.
Yes!
Yeah!
Do the board members have
anything to add?
- Oh, wait.
- Nothing to add.
Please, no,
you're making a mistake.
Nothing to add.
I swear to God I didn't
do anything!
Yeah, as high as you can.
All right, as high as I can.
This board finds that
there is sufficient evidence--
- No, no, please!
- To warrant the charge.
Please, no, God, no!
I swear to Christ I didn't
do it.
-I didn't kill anybody!
-Per the terms of the
Recidivism Accountability
Partnership Program--
I didn't kill anybody, come on!
-Your previously--
-Please!
Suspended sentence is hereby
ordered to be
carried out immediately.
Please, no.
No, come on.
Please.
Please, no.
Oh, come on, no.
I didn't kill anybody.
I didn't kill anybody, come on.
Please, listen to me!
Higher!
I don't think I can go higher
than that.
Oh, please. Yes, you can!
Please, come on!
Oh, come on!
I have a son.
Daddy, you stopped pushing me.
I'm not going to high anymore.
Daddy.
Daddy.