Black Rabbit (2025) s01e06 Episode Script

1
[whispering]
[paper rustling]
[footsteps]
Sh! Sh!
Sh!
-[door handle rattles]
-[door creaks]
[boy 1] What is that?
[man] You gonna tell your mom?
Get the light.
Come on over.
Open 'em.
[paper rustling]
Whoa.
[man] What are you waiting for?
Put 'em on.
Can we keep 'em?
[boy 2] Are they…
are they real?
They're as real
as you tell people they are.
[boy 1] What about yours?
Yeah, it's fuckin' real.
Well, let's see 'em.
Look at that.
Golden handcuffs.
[ominous music playing]
Now go to bed, you little perverts.
-[lock clicks]
-[keys jangle]
[Estelle] Jake?
[Jake chuckles] Hey.
-[Estelle] Hey.
-How'd… how'd you get in?
[Estelle] Oh, your super let me in.
I was calling and texting you, and…
Oh my… I lost my phone.
I left my phone in a… in a… in a cab.
-Okay.
-You all right?
Yeah. I was worried. I thought maybe you…
What's happened?
I… I talked to Wes.
What'd he say?
It was ugly. He knew about us.
-He knew?
-Yeah.
-How?
-I don't know.
Really… really wanted it to come from me.
It's not how I wanted it to end at all.
Sure, but that won't be
the last conversation you have with him.
I fucking blew it up.
The worst part is over.
So what do we do now?
[brooding music playing]
This.
Where were you all night?
I gotta tell you something.
[Jake sighs]
We got bad news.
About Anna.
[Babbit] This place looks like shit
compared to your apartment.
That's the safe. In the corner.
You got an alarm?
[Jake] No. Simple as it gets.
You dial the number in, open the door.
Number's seven,
fourteen,
forty-nine.
-Seven, fourteen--
-Fuck's the sand tiger at?
You know this isn't a zoo, right?
It's a type of shark, idiot.
7-14-49. I'll write it down
in a book… a book of matches,
and I'll put it in my desk.
-Same room as the safe.
-[Babbit] The diamonds will be in there?
They'll be in the safe
an hour before the party.
That's when you come in.
Okay? Nobody else'll be there. No guns.
You won't need 'em. Two minutes. Easy.
Come in through the service entrance
from the street.
I'll make sure it's unlocked.
Guy thinks he's fuckin' Danny Ocean
all of a sudden.
Look, we're gonna pull the job
however we pull the job.
-[Jake] A plan means it happens right.
-Yeah.
[Jake] Nobody finds out.
No repercussions. For anyone.
How you gonna explain the missing shit?
Every place on the block's been broken
into the past couple of years. It's easy.
-[Babbit] Mm.
-And I'll distract the guard.
Right? So you two can do your thing.
What guard? You didn't say anything
about a security guard.
-Just some rent-a-cop. Don't worry.
-[Junior] It's fine.
Fuckin' a 45 in his face.
He'll be plenty distracted. Just…
[Jake] No guns.
I mean, you are kinda tying our hands
behind our backs here, naughty boy.
-What about cameras?
-They run live, but they're not recording.
That's why God made the ski mask.
Where the fuck's your brother
during all this?
[Jake] On a bus.
Going back to whatever rock he was under
a month ago. Fuck him.
We're done.
Really?
The jewelry's worth over a million.
Not like this, it's not.
We're lucky to clear 300K with a fence.
All right, well, fuck that
because Lil' Hymie in Midtown
will give us a lot more than that.
A reputable fence.
Not Lil' fuckin' Hymie in Midtown.
-300K. For two minutes' work.
-Yeah. No, it's good.
And after, you forget I exist. Right?
You… you don't know me.
-I wanna see the safe in person.
-You can't.
-I don't want any surprises.
-I can't.
-Why?
-There's a memorial.
A staff memorial tonight
at the Rabbit for Anna.
[Babbit] Who's Anna?
-[Jake] The girl.
-Yeah. Yeah.
[Junior] There he is.
[PA] Attention guests.
The next sea-lion show…
We're good?
[PA] …will begin in 15 minutes.
[Junior] Attafuckinboy.
[Jake] We're good?
[tense music playing]
[Junior scoffs]
Yeah, listen.
It's not our first rodeo. All right?
My partner and me
are fuckin' professionals.
You, on the other hand,
kinda look like you're being
held together with Scotch tape.
So you tell me, Jake.
Are we fuckin' good?
[Jake] Well, it's no surprise that
we had planned for
a small memorial service
and all of you showed up.
Anna always did bring the party.
A big heart.
Sharp as a tack.
Tough as concrete.
That's a rare combination.
Uh…
I always remember
seeing her make a group of frat boys
line up single file
to place their orders at the Commodore.
[laughter]
Like little children.
But they were all smiling.
Right? 'Cause it was Anna.
She was an artist behind the bar.
Always… the coolest person in the room.
And one of the… uh… kindest.
Life is, uh, fragile.
And unfair.
And, uh…
it's a tragedy
that a person, a woman,
with this much talent and promise…
could be taken away so soon.
Uh, it's obvious, I guess,
but the lesson here…
the lesson is
be grateful for the time you got.
[somber music playing]
[Jake] And be thankful
that your path crossed
with hers
for as long as it did.
I know I am.
-[tense music playing]
-[wistful country music playing]
[Jake] All right. Me neither.
-Jake.
-Hey. Are you… are you outta here?
-Thanks.
-[Mel] Yeah. Wasn't it beautiful?
There's nothing…
nothing else to say, right?
[Seung] Mr. Friedken.
-Yeah?
-Sorry to interrupt. Do you have a minute?
Uh…
Sure. This way.
Hey, can I get you anything?
A coffee? Water?
I don't wanna take up your time
on a day like this.
I just remembered
you have surveillance cameras here.
I was wondering
if you could pull some tapes for me.
Anything Anna might have appeared in
in the last month.
I can't help 'cause we delete our tapes
at the end of every week.
It's been a month
since we let Anna go, so…
Yeah. Didn't you say
she slipped in her… uh… shower?
What does that have to do
with her time here?
I mean, the restaurant, you know?
Well, between you and me,
I should already be onto the next,
but procedure's procedure, so…
-Yeah.
-We all have boxes to check.
So sorry. Can't help.
Don't apologize.
You just saved me an evening.
-Box checked off.
-[Jake chuckles]
-Thanks for your time.
-Sure.
Again, sorry for your loss.
-Sounds like she was special.
-Yeah.
[unsettling music playing]
[music fades]
-[man] The detective's an issue.
-Jesus.
I have a bird in most precincts.
And there's one in the 7th chirping
about Ellen Seung and your security tapes.
[Jake] You wanna talk?
Make an appointment.
They're gone. I told her.
-[man] Are they gone, Jake?
-Yeah.
They're gone. I stopped recording.
The footage of us right now
doesn't even exist.
That's a relief.
We don't want any loose ends.
And I say that
with your well-being in mind.
Sure.
Nondisclosure agreement.
That recording needs to really be gone.
With things going
how they went with Miss Dixon,
my client was satisfied
that you two were on the same team.
But once that detective
started saying the word "cameras,"
I had to insist on my own satisfaction,
for which there's a higher threshold.
Are you fucking crazy?
You think I had something to do with that?
-Who the fuck do you think I am?
-I don't think about who you are, Jake.
But I'll tell you who I am.
I'm a people pleaser.
I like to make things extremely easy
for everyone.
Would you like me
to make things easy for you?
I'd like you to get the fuck out
of my restaurant. I'm not on your team.
I'm not on Jules's team. You understand?
[Campbell] You don't like me.
You don't like my client.
And you prefer to think of yourself
as a good man.
Three reasons why that footage
might remain on your hard drive.
So here
are 500,000 reasons
why it might not.
[Estelle, muffled]
The approach is the same.
Take a piece of New York history,
honor its legacy,
and we redefine it for today.
So we're really thrilled.
Um… and that's why we love this place.
You know, it's very chic.
We think this is so iconic.
Obviously, it's historic. [chuckles]
We're jumping in
at the perfect time. Right, Jake?
-[dramatic musical flourish]
-Yeah.
-[Estelle] Yeah.
-Absolutely.
This is excellent.
Great job, all right? Great job.
Hey.
The investors love it.
Look at 'em. They're eatin' it up.
Listen, I got an idea.
I'm gonna bring 'em tonight.
We shoot 'em with a mainline of FOMO,
and we're golden, okay?
All right.
My man.
All right, guys,
we've taken enough of her time. Come on.
Estelle, thank you so much.
Thank you so much, Estelle.
-Thank you. After you.
-See you later.
Where were you just now?
Nothing, nowhere.
I'm here.
Aren't you excited? I mean, this is it.
-Fresh start. You still want that, right?
-[Jake sighs]
[distant horn honking]
Yeah.
That's what I want.
[distant horn continues honking]
Absolutely.
I thought…
I thought you knew about all of this.
It's…
You know, that's why I came to you
instead of them.
With a $500,000 check that's all yours.
[man] Seems you understand more
about protocol
than my embarrassment of a son.
-Does this mean--
-[man] Talk to him.
Does this mean
you can't call off the robbery?
[man] My son works for me.
[Jake] Good.
Yeah.
There's more money here
than they ever would've got
from the jewelry.
And I never saw them. I never saw you.
I never even came here.
You don't have to worry about that.
I just… I want this done. I wanna move on.
-[man] And Vince?
-Vince is gone. He's gone.
I don't… even I don't know where.
But he's good at not talking. Believe me.
Are we done? Is it over?
[man] If a cent of this check
or a word of your story is bullshit,
I will know very quickly.
It's all real.
[man] Then we're done.
We're done.
["We've Been Had" by the Walkmen playing]
Well, I'm a modern guy ♪
I don't care much for the go-go ♪
Or the retro image I see so often ♪
Telling me to keep trying ♪
Maybe you'll get here someday ♪
Keep up the work, kid, okay ♪
I closed the book on them right there… ♪
[watch ticking]
I see myself change ♪
As the days change over ♪
-[free-spirited music playing]
-I would always look in your eyes ♪
You could never hide your nose ♪
-I would always want to know why ♪
-Why ♪
Why are we all watching you? ♪
[Wes] Don't worry, bro. It's all love.
Estelle's her own woman.
I just want her to be happy.
Me too.
Me too.
I would tell you to keep a collar on her,
but I don't think
you can afford her brand.
[eerie music playing]
[music fades]
[horn honking]
[man] Let's go, asshole!
-[horn honks]
-[man] What the fuck?!
[horn honking]
[foreboding music droning]
[man] Go! Move! [echoing]
[horn honking]
[hip-hop beat playing]
["DA" by Shay playing]
[rapping in French]
[Wes] Gentlemen!
-A gift from me to you.
-Oh my God.
-Congratulations shots.
-My man.
Wes!
What are we drinkin' to?
How about
each of you men leaving this room
$1 million richer tonight?
[men chuckling]
Cheers. All right.
What do you get in return?
The 33% of the Rabbit
that your group owns.
That would give you two thirds.
I knew you men was good at maths.
Now, mine's not as good as yours,
but to me,
that represents a very healthy return
on your investment.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I, uh…
I can't help but notice
that… that Jake's not here.
It's business.
It's not personal.
But this will get personal.
You mean Four Seasons?
The Pool Room?
It's a beautiful space, I know,
and I'm not quite sure
how I'm gonna style it yet,
but it's nice to have a new project.
I'm sorry? Your new project?
Had my brokers work on that overnight.
I'm taking over the lease.
-Hey.
-Rox, sit.
Sorry, Rox. If you don't mind,
we're in the middle of a conversation.
I am the conversation.
So's he.
But we all know who isn't.
Guys, what…
what the fuck is goin' on?
What's happening here?
[sober music playing]
Rox and I saw an opportunity. That's it.
We're taking over here
and at The Pool Room. Jake's out.
[Roxie] My food. Wes's orbit.
That is what keeps this place packed.
People will follow those things
wherever they move.
But then everyone says
you're brilliant, so
you know this.
Fellas,
shall we drink?
Sorry, Naveen. I was cold
on The Pool Room anyway.
Fuck it.
I'll have my people get at yours
in a minute.
But while we wait, congratulations.
-[Naveen] All right.
-[Wes] Mm.
-[Naveen] Mm.
-[phone pings]
[Wes] Lads, what are you gonna do
with all this extra cash?
[man 1] Cheers.
[man 2] I don't know.
Buy a restaurant across the street?
[men laugh]
[Wes] I'll see you there.
-How far out on four and seven?
-[woman] Two, Chef.
[phone buzzing]
-Good job, thank you.
-[woman] Thank you, Chef.
[Tony] I'm not a speech type of bitch,
but the vibe's heavy right now.
I don't know, uh, maybe it's some of y'all
first time knowing somebody who passed.
[melancholy music playing]
[Tony] I've lost a lot of people
in my life, and
the hardest ones to lose
are the real ones.
And that's what Anna was.
And I know everybody grieves different.
So if you need to
hit a pen or do a bump or whatever
to get through tomorrow's service,
then that's what you need to do,
and ain't nobody gonna judge.
Okay?
Okay.
Okay.
[glass smashes]
-[Tony] It's okay, mamita.
-[Roxie] No.
-Stop.
-[Tony] It's okay.
[Roxie] Stop. It's not okay.
She was raped.
Right here.
Jules Zablonski.
That fuckin' creep.
She was raped.
She was fired.
And then she died
in some silly fuckin' accident
in her bathroom.
How cruel is a world
where that's somebody's story?
I didn't do shit.
Before or after.
[Tony] Then let's do something now.
[Roxie] Like what?
Roxie,
Anna gets raped
by some rich dude with a high profile,
and then she slips in her tub.
I don't buy it.
You?
[Seung] McCardle.
-McCardle, the Keurig's still busted.
-[McCardle] So?
[Seung] What'd we pool
the money for, then?
Sorry, folks. Best I could do was waters.
-[Tony] Thank you.
-[Seung] Okay.
So Anna spoke to the two of you directly?
Uh, just me.
[Seung] Walk me through it.
When'd she come to you?
I went to her. About three weeks ago.
Um…
She posted something, sort of hinting.
We all thought she was just angry about
getting fired, so I asked her about it.
She said she remembered
having a drink with Jules Zablonski.
He's this star-fucker artist
who's always in the VIP.
He was begging all night,
so she finally says, "Okay, one drink."
The next morning,
she wakes up in the bathroom,
and her clothes are off.
[Tony] I saw her stumble out that morning.
She was looking bad. She was…
She was really out of it.
Did she tell you
she suspected her drink was spiked?
-By Jules Zablonski?
-Yeah.
[Seung] What happened then?
What did you do?
[indistinct radio chatter]
Anna didn't want it to blow up
and take over her life.
She didn't…
she didn't want other people knowing.
There was
an overdose at the restaurant recently.
-Was Zablonski present that night?
-Like nothing ever happened.
I told Jake never to let him in again
after what happened. I made him swear.
-But since his fuckin' brother turned up--
-Hang on.
-Jake Friedken knew about Anna's assault?
-Yeah. He's the only person I told.
I assume there are security cameras
in the restaurant.
[gentle country music playing]
["Pj" by Jesse Woods playing]
Well, I'm running ♪
I'm running like my hand's on fire… ♪
I'm at a loss for words.
-[Seung] Mr. Friedken.
-[Jake] Yeah?
Sorry to intrude. Do you have a minute?
[Jake] Sure.
Uh, this way. Excuse me.
Hey, can I get you anything?
A coffee? Water?
I don't wanna take up your time
on a day like this.
I just remembered
you have surveillance cameras here.
[Jake] Mm-hmm.
[Seung] I was wondering
if you could pull some tapes for me.
Anything Anna might have appeared in
in the past month.
[Jake] I wish I could help, but, uh…
we delete our tapes end of each week.
It's been a month
since we let Anna go, so… yeah.
Didn't you say she slipped
in her, uh, shower?
What does that have to do
with her time here?
I mean, the restaurant, you know?
[tense music playing]
-[Seung] That's not procedure?
-Fuck no.
Can you get me the footage? All I need is
the night of the assault on a flash drive.
-[Tony] Can't you get a thing?
-A warrant?
Yeah.
My bosses want
this thing closed yesterday.
Plus, between now and then,
maybe those tapes grow legs and run away.
-Why would he do that?
-Why would he lie?
I don't know. Maybe he didn't.
Look, I don't have time for this.
You said it wasn't procedure
erasing the tapes each week.
This real sloppy guy
used to work at the Rabbit.
He tried roof hopping one night,
ended up breaking his back.
We thought it was kinda funny
at the time, I guess.
And one of the cameras caught it.
Some of us used to go up to the office
and rewatch the video.
And we did that for months.
It was always there.
Along with all the other footage.
Jake never deleted anything.
Don't do it for me.
[suspenseful music playing]
[mouse clicking]
-[Tony] How far out on four and seven?
-[woman] Two, Chef.
Beautiful. Good job.
-[woman] Thank you, Chef.
-[phone buzzes]
[Jake] Where's Roxie?
[Tony] I think she's up in the VIP.
[Jake] Oh, all right.
You manning the ship?
-Yup.
-[Jake] All good?
-Good.
-Can you get away?
Ca… can you cover Tony?
-I want you upstairs for a toast in five.
-Word.
[tense music building]
[music fades]
[alarm chimes]
["Blockbuster Night, Pt. 1" playing]
Bunches and bunches
Punches is thrown until you're frontless ♪
Oodles and noodles
Bang bullets at suckers' noodles ♪
Last album, voodoo ♪
Proved that we was fuckin' brutal ♪
I'm talkin' crazy ♪
Half past the clock is cuckoo ♪
You rappers doodoo ♪
Baby shit, just basic boo boo ♪
I'm Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa… ♪
Put your fucking hands up.
My beats is bangin' ♪
Fuck what you rappin'
Who produced you? ♪
I slapped the snot… ♪
Put your fuckin' hands in the air now.
Frickin' sickly, a little prickly ♪
Dick on display for winter swimming ♪
I deal in dirty work
Do the deed and then dash… ♪
Come on, we can do this.
Nobody fuckin' move!
Get your fuckin' hands in the air.
Give me the fuckin' diamonds.
That's it, you sexy motherfucker.
Ditch 'em ♪
I'd lend a hand, but it's stuck
In a fist and gun position ♪
We might be giants
Standin' on little dandy shoulders ♪
You punks is pussy ♪
-Attafuckinboy.
-Proverbial pansy panty holders ♪
-[song ends]
-[knocking on door]
Okay.
-Let's fuckin' do it, baby.
-Yo.
About fucking time.
I know. Wait. Wait, listen. No.
[tires screech]
-Yeah.
-What the fuck, man?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
A cascade of stupidity is what it is.
Topped off, after everything else, with
the assumption that I wouldn't find out.
Now, that turns it into disrespect.
And disrespect is another thing entirely.
Somebody starts showing you disrespect?
Now an example needs to be made.
The two of you would've thought of that
if you had any instinct
for the fucking business.
Fucking rat. I can't fuckin' believe you.
-It wasn't me, asshole. It was Jake.
-Bullshit.
I'd never fucking do that to you--
He thinks I've dimed him out.
You should've.
You fucking should've told me.
What's your job,
if not to keep this idiot shitbomb
from detonating himself?
Now I'm the one with shit piles
to cover up if any of this gets out.
It's all now on my ass.
Every week with you,
it's a new disappointment.
I give you the keys to success,
and you won't put them
in the fucking ignition.
What an embarrassment
you turned out to be.
-Wait, bro. Don't.
-Huh? What?
Say that to my fucking face.
[splutters]
You let me know
if your face fucking got that.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
The Friedken brothers
are not our problem anymore.
You're on the next flight to Fort Myers.
You go and you stay there.
Toro's expecting you.
And you'll stay there.
There's no place
in this organization for fuckups.
You're driving him to LaGuardia.
You're watching him get on the plane.
You're watching that plane take off.
And I'll deal with you after.
Tell you one thing. Jake's fuckin' dead.
I mean, he's fucking dead.
I don't care if it takes a month
or a fucking year.
I will be back
for that fucking pussy-ass rat.
You gotta leave it alone, man.
You heard him.
-Those guys aren't our problem anymore.
-[Junior] I didn't hear shit, actually.
What kind of fucking cuck are you?
-Hey!
-They're not our problem? What the fuck?
[Babbit] What, do you think
that I'm not fucking pissed off? Huh?
At least you're getting a fuckin' trip
to Florida.
-I gotta rush back to get my ass kicked.
-I'm fucking out.
-Like, I am out.
-Yeah, but you're not out, bro.
He's gonna fucking cool off,
then you'll be back, just like you said.
Yeah, I'll be back.
I'll be back on my own fuckin' terms.
Not his or anyone else's. All right?
-Especially not those fuckin' brothers.
-Those fuckin' brothers.
[Junior] That's what I'm saying.
Like, Vince I could let go. You know?
-He's a run-of-the-mill dumb fuck.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
-Jake…
-[Babbit] Fuckin' Jake. Piece of shit.
Jake's the worst kind of dumb fuck.
Thinks he's smarter than everybody else
'cause he hangs out with dumber fucks.
You're telling me that's the guy,
that's the fucking guy
that ruins everything
and gets the fucking W against us?
Can't stand that motherfucker.
We should've smoked him.
-[Junior] No fuckin' way.
-Mm.
-[Junior] Tell you another thing.
-Mm.
That cocksucker thinks
he can call off our robbery, huh?
Just pay his way out?
Well, fuck that.
And fuck him.
'Cause we're still fuckin' doing it.
Think about it.
We're still fucking doing it. Am I right?
-Talk to me.
-No, bro. You're not right.
Maybe you got a death wish,
but I don't, okay?
There's never been a better moment.
It's safer now to pull off the job
now that Jake thinks it's off.
Whatever setup you were scared of
won't be in place.
[laughs] What the f…
Bro.
First of all, I was… I wasn't scared
of them, okay? I'm scared of your father.
That's why we're
gonna take our punishment like men.
-And then he'll cool off--
-Fucking really? Take a second to listen.
-Think about the fucking logistics.
-[Babbit] Okay.
We do the job flawless.
-Mm-hmm.
-Right?
I still catch a flight outta town.
Nobody fuckin' knows. Ever.
A million dollars of merchandise
is what we're talking about here,
and it's just sittin' there
behind a fuckin' rent-a-cop, beggin'.
Mancuso got paid for the job.
Our fuckin' job.
So why shouldn't we?
Man, like,
fuck this middle-management shit.
I'm fuckin' doing it.
How about you?
Hmm? You in?
[dramatic music and gunshots
over speakers]
Had to escape
through some married chick's window?
[Vince] I wish.
Shit. You all right, brother?
You need some help?
Uh, help would be one
of those burner phones
and whatever it costs
to get on the Megabus.
Where you goin'?
Far away from here.
[Matt] At least
they let you keep the boots.
Fuck them, you know?
And fuck Jake too.
I mean, I'm, like, fuckin' done.
Jesus Christ.
Go to the market, bro.
Well, there's a few minutes
left on this one, I think.
-Uh…
-[Vince] Yeah?
-That's enough for a ticket.
-Thank you.
[Matt] Maybe a little something
to eat or drink.
Thanks, buddy.
I got a couple of yuppie regs coming over
tonight. I overcharge the shit out of 'em.
I could definitely break you off
a lot more bread if you wanna wait a day.
-I owe you one.
-[Vince] You're very nice.
I gotta get the hell out of New York now.
Are you kiddin' me? Don't tell me.
Oh my God, you kept it? Why?
Help me get my money back.
I'm meeting the dealer over at the Plank.
[Vince] You're returning your drugs
like fuckin' Amazon?
-Yeah.
-[Vince] Boy, you're… you're a beauty.
No one like you.
Gonna miss you. [chuckles]
All right, Mattie. Thank you. Thank you.
[PA] Now boarding, bus to Washington, D.C.
Passengers, please proceed…
[Vince] All right, one,
Clearwater, Florida?
[woman] You just missed it.
Next one leaves tomorrow morning,
same time.
-Nothing between now and then?
-[woman] Not to Clearwater.
-Buying?
-Uh…
Okay. Uh, one for tomorrow, please.
[woman] All right. Thirty-five.
-Here.
-Thank you.
[woman] Next!
[man] Hurry up!
[Gen] Man, this neighborhood
really is goin' to shit.
Maybe I do need that deadbolt.
[clears throat] Sorry. I, um…
-I tried your apartment, but--
-[Gen] I wasn't home last night.
Hi.
Are you fuckin' leaving?
Uh…
-I wanted to tell you about what I--
-Fuck, man. No. No, I don't care.
Hang on, Gen,
it's not gonna take that long.
This is a tattoo parlor, dude. I don't…
If you want a place to chat,
tons of bars in the area.
They would be happy
to listen to your bullshit.
Then tattoo me.
I want a tattoo. Any… anything you want.
Yeah?
[tattoo machine buzzes]
[Vince] I think I've known this
my whole life. It's been…
it's been right in front of my face,
but it really settled for me yesterday.
Um…
Uh, family, Gen, is just…
it's fucking bullshit. It's just…
At least the… the family
we're… we're always kinda taught
to call family, you know? Uh…
Blood, you know? It just… it…
Uh… I don't know.
Blood, it's… it's not… it's not…
it's not thicker than water. It's…
I think it's, uh… snake oil. You know?
It's not… it's not real. It…
it's just kinda given to you, you know?
It's…
There's no choice.
There's no consultation.
Just, "This woman is your mom.
This guy is your dad."
They fuck. You're here.
"Now just deal with it," you know?
And maybe there's another stranger
in the house.
That's a sibling, and that's…
that's your family. You're just…
People you're trapped in a box with,
you know?
And you gotta fuckin' love that other kid
'cause he came out
of the same set of legs you did,
even though he'd backstab you
any chance he gets or…
Maybe there's an uncle that
you've met once and you're supposed to…
that, you know…
He's supposed to be more important
than the fucking guy who runs a deli
that remembers your order every time?
I don't know. Just…
Fuck that.
Fuck blood.
Um…
Bond…
I think, you know,
bond is family.
Yeah? Bond…
bond is who you pick.
And they would… they would be people that
get you to love the world a lot better
just 'cause they're in it, you know?
And they… they would love the world better
'cause you're in it
and… that you exist.
[pensive music playing]
And you show up for each other.
If it matters, if it doesn't matter,
it's not outta duty. You're just…
you're just there for each other
'cause you have a…
you'd have a thing, you know?
You'd wanna keep doing that thing.
Together.
You know, they would get the good days.
They'd get the holidays,
the Thanksgivings,
and the Christmases, and the…
and the birthdays.
And I think everybody deserves
to find those people.
You really deserve to find
those people, Gen. You know?
-You know?
-Just don't move. [sniffles]
Will you promise me
that you'll find those people?
And they'll be your family, okay?
Are we done? Are you finished?
What have we got?
Just somethin' for your family to read.
Yeah?
[rock music playing]
[camera shutter clicks]
[bartender] Can I get you another?
Uh… uh… a whiskey this time, please.
Hey, it's happy hour. Two for one.
Yeah? Lucky day.
Hey, man, I never do this,
but aren't you that guy from that band?
Uh…
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Uh…
[man] I knew it.
That means you guys
are paying tonight, huh?
[chuckles]
Uh, more whiskey, please.
[PA] Attention, passengers.
The next express bus to Philadelphia
is now boarding at Gate 5.
[phone rings]
[PA] Unattended bags will be reported
to station security.
Hello? [clears throat] Hello?
[Matt] Hey, um… I know you're probably
halfway to Vegas or whatever,
but, uh, just in case--
Oh fuck. What time is it?
[Matt] It's, like, 4:00 p.m., man.
Goddamn it. Goddamn it.
I missed my fucking bus.
Jesus, brother.
Well, I… I… I guess you're lucky I called.
Those clients came through.
Remember the yuppies I told you about?
I got a stack for you if you need it,
and it sounds like you need it.
Uh, where are you?
Uh… meet me at the bar.
Okay.
[rock music playing]
-Sorry, brother.
-Mm.
I didn't have a choice.
What you talking about?
[Junior] What up, Vince?
[dramatic music playing]
Let's get you back in the car.
I fucking knew it. I fucking…
I knew he'd fuck it up
somehow.
Fucking Jake's got no…
no vision of his own. He's… he's just…
Um…
Uh, Junior, can you just…
can you just make sure that I'm…
that I'm never found?
Can you do that for me?
I don't want my daughter to have
to identify me at some goddamn morgue.
-[Junior] Jesus Christ. Are you done?
-Huh? Yeah.
I'm not gonna kill you, Vince.
I got a job for you. All right?
My partner pussied out.
You still got
the keys to the restaurant, right?
Yeah.
Good.
I'm gonna need that safe combination.
And some backup in case shit gets hot.
Give me your phone.
Yeah, I'll do that.
I'll do that. I'm in. I'm in.
Yeah, fuck Jake.
Jake's got it coming to him.
Yeah. Okay.
I'm in, Junior.
Attafuckinboy.
[phone dialing]
[Junior] Lil' Hymie.
I'm at the spot right now.
Figure give me, like, an hour.
Fuck you mean morning?
I'm not gonna be driving into Midtown
in the middle of rush hour.
Don't fucking puss out on me, man.
Okay. Fine.
3:00 a.m.
Yeah, set two fuckin' alarms, huh?
Remember, we shook on 40.
That's it. That's your cut.
I don't wanna hear
any 45, 50 bullshit when I get there.
Yeah. Got it.
647 Lex.
Good.
See you then.
-[phone beeps]
-[Junior] Greedy fuck.
[sniffles]
[customer] Fuck that place.
Ugh.
Okay.
Go time.
[jarring electronic music playing]
[cheering and applause]
[Jake] Yeah, all right.
My whole team here have made sacrifices.
But we fought the fight together.
[cheering and applause]
This place doesn't exist without you.
You're my family, and I love you.
[Junior] What's wrong?
Oh shit.
They're out there already.
Fuck it.
Let's party.
[Vince] Hey. We're too late.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
The shit is out there. Okay?
I'm not leaving here with
just my fucking dick in my hand. Are you?
-Huh? Are you?
-[Vince] No.
[Junior] Okay. Come on.
Come here.
The fucking jewelry. It's in there?
-Huh?
-I don't know. I'm just a chef.
Let's go find out, then. Walk.
[Vince] All right. Hang on. Hang on.
-We can't do this. I can't do this.
-Shut the fuck up. Okay?
We are doing this. Have your gun out.
There's probably a guard,
and he needs to know that we're for real.
We get in there, I hold him up,
you grab the shit,
and we get the fuck outta there.
-Yeah.
-[Junior] Let's fucking do this.
Here's to Black Rabbit. Cheers.
[cheering and applause]
[door slams open]
[Junior] Hands up! Hands up!
Get down. Everybody.
Where's all my fuckin' diamonds at, huh?
In fact, all the fucking jewelry
up in this bitch goes in the bag. Now.
Get 'em off and put 'em in. Let's go.
The fuckin' watches too.
Yo, where the fuck is everybody going,
huh?
-[gunshots]
-[screaming]
[Junior] That's right!
I said get the fuck down.
Do what he says, and they'll go.
All right, just… everybody, stay calm.
Hey. What the fuck are you doing?
Take it fuckin' easy!
For fuck's sake, take it easy.
You don't want that. You don't want that.
It's a fuckin' fake.
Jake, don't be a hero.
Just give him the watch.
-[Jake] You got a bag of the real stuff!
-[Junior] Sit down.
[Jake] Get off me.
-Leave!
-[Junior] Sit!
-[Jake] Get off me!
-[Wes] Tell your boy to relax.
[Junior] You a fuckin' problem?
I said sit!
-[unsettling music playing]
-[high-pitched ringing]
[Junior] Sit the fuck down!
Hey!
[heartbeat pounding]
Vince?
[Wes, muffled] Yo, bro. Take it easy.
What the fuck are you doing?
[Vince] Shut the fuck up,
and let me have the watch.
[Junior] Yo, what the fuck
are you doing right now, huh?
-[Wes] You don't need to use that.
-Vince, leave.
-[Vince] I'm trying.
-[Wes] Give the man what he wants.
-Put that down.
-[Junior] Take one more fuckin' step.
I'll get it.
[Junior] Stop fuckin' moving. Huh?
Stop fucking moving!
[commotion]
[mournful music playing]
[screaming continues]
[Tony groans softly]
[Junior] You see this?
This shit is on you.
On your fuckin' knees.
On your knees!
Attafuckin--
[police sirens blaring]
[disturbing music playing]