(wistful instrumental music)
(sentimental instrumental music)
(gunfire)
(bright rock music)
Hey!
Hey you!
I'm home!
Mom!
(pensive instrumental music)
Mom?
Dad?
Dad!
(pensive rock music)
Mom!
Mom?
Dad?
Dad!
Dad?
Dad!
No, Dad, please, no!
No, Dad!
(sobbing) No!
Dad!
(sobbing)
Oh Dad, no, please, no, Dad!
No, Dad, no!
Please!
- Come on in, come on, don't be shy.
This is your new home now.
(pensive instrumental music)
- Annie, listen to me.
Did you shoot your parents?
(pensive rock music)
- Where's Annie?
Why isn't she here
Does she know about the funeral servic
I have been calling and her phone is o!
- Frkin' Annie, I swear to God,
we don't have time to be dealing
with her bullshit right now.
- We have friends that don't even know
about the funeral service.
- Well, then chop to it then, Aunt Laurie.
Got a couple hours, keep callin' people.
Shh, Jesus.
Look...
I gotta go.
Steve, I need to talk to you real quick, come on.
- Annie, it's eight o'clock Monday morning.
We're having your parent's funeral service
at four o'clock at the Woodlands Funeral Home.
Where are you?
(sentimental instrumental music)
What about Annie?
She gets nothing
- She's under the same provisions that you are.
Roger's been given stus to oversee
your welfare and Annie's.
- Aren't you gonna say anything?
Do we have to be under Roger's discretion?
Steven is better suited for this.
- What are you trying to say, Laura? Huh?
Now, be cool now, you're gonna get the same as always.
(pensive instrumental music)
- And to make matters worse,
my woman, I tell ya, does not understand me.
She think I'm cheatin' on her (laughs
Can you believe that?
Where am I gonna get the tim
I'm here almost all the time.
Where am I gonna find the time?
Yeah, I do talk to these girls.
- Hey, do you know something?
You are boring the hell out of me.
(clears throat)
- Hell! That's what I'm a tell her.
"To hell with you woman!
(laughs) You are somethin' els
Awe hell.
- Hey poker player, remember me?
Small world, bitch.
You cheated me out of my bik
You think that's enough?
You're comin' with us.
You're gonna make us real happy.
Turn around.
Turn around or I'll shoot you right here!
(pensi instrumental music)
- Listen amigo, you got your bike, go home.
- I said you're comin' with us!
You're gonna pay for being such a little whore.
(gunfire)
(panicked grunting)
(gunfire)
(pensive instrumental music)
- [Man] Hey!
Hey!
(sentimental instrumental music)
- Ah, mi amigo, Hector.
(pensive instrumental music)
- Rose!
(gunfire) (screaming)
- We're just gonna have a little chat.
Names, I want names.
Give me their names.
- I don't know their names, I'm telling you!
I dont know know their names!
Come on, I need a doctor!
Can you see that I'm bleedin
- No, no.
- Bill, Bill!
Bill knows!
He took us!
Come on, I'm bleeding, I need a doctor!
- Oh, shut the fuck up!
Okay, now, let's talk about this Bill.
- He works, he works at this DeLorean place.
- DeLorean? - Yeah
That's all I know, I swear to God, come o
- Ai!
Ah!
(pensive instrumental music)
Eh!
Ai!
- El pega?
I'm talking to you!
Does he hit you?
Si dice a la polícia about me...
I'll be back.
And I won't only kill you.
But I'll kill this little creature too,
and the fucking dog too, you understand? Hmm?
Hey, do you understand? - Si.
- Ai!
- Hey!
(gunfire)
(pensive instrumental music)
(mid-tempo rock music)
(clanking)
(weighty electronic music)
(match sizzling)
(weighty electronic music)
(gunfire)
- Who are you?
Why?
You're the daughter?
- What?
What did you say?
Hey you, come on.
- [Bill] Please don't kill me.
- But how do you know I'm the daughter?
- Max hired me to rob your folks.
He said they had a daughter.
- Max, who's Max?
Please don't die, please!
Please don't die on me!
I'll take you to the hospital, please!
Who's that, Max?
- Max said you weren't supposed to be there.
We were to just shake the ace down.
Make it look like a robbery.
- To make it look like a robbery?
Why?
Why? What other reason were you supposed to be there for?
Tell me about this Max.
- I only know him as Max Black.
He's just a hired gun. - A hired gun?
Who hired him?
Who hired him? Please don't die, please!
- The son.
It's for the inheritance.
- Wake up.
Wake up!
(weighty instrumental music)
- The son?
Inheritance?
What the hell?
- Who are you?
Hey, hey, there's no money here.
(gunfire)
Shit!
You shot me, you bitch!
- You have a lighter?
- What?
- Are you stupid? A lighter.
- No, I don't have a lighter.
Yeah, yeah.
In there.
My secretary smokes.
In her desk.
- That sounds like a good idea.
Now, if you move from there,
then I shoot you again.
Do you understand?
Good.
I'll be back, don't go anywhere.
(gunfire)
(screaming)
- You fuckin' crazy bitch!
- I told you, don't move.
- [Man] What do you want?
- We're gonna have a little chat.
We need to talk about the Arlington's will.
- Arlington?
Annie? - Shut the fuck up!
Who paid you to change it?
- I dont know what you're talking about.
(grunting)
It was Roger!
It was a deal with Roger and I!
Dave changed the will,
and left everything to you,
and I dont know how Roger found out.
He came to me.
- You son of a bitch! (grunting)
Then you two murdered my parents, huh?
I had no idea Roger was gonna kill anybody.
I mean, that's crazy.
I changed the will after Dave and Martha were already dead.
- Who's Max Black? How about Bill?
- I dont know.
- And Hector, have you ever heard of them?
- I dont know'em.
(grunting)
I'm tellin' you the truth.
I dont know 'em.
I dont know any of 'em, I'm tellin' you the truth!
- And you never will.
Because I took care of them already.
Was Steven involved?
- I don't think so, I mean, I dont know.
I was dealing with Roger,
and he never said Steven was involved.
I dont know.
- So, I guess now it's your turn.
- No, no, please don't kill me!
No, please, please!
I can fix it!
You need me Annie, I can't say anything, right?
I would go to jail!
You're robbing me?
This is a donation...
For the Foundation of Abused Women of Texas.
You call Roger, and then Max Black,
and you tell them...
Tell them Jezebel is coming.
- [Man] Who?
Are you aware you're a crazy bitch?
(clicking) (laughing)
I know.
Next time you call me crazy bitch,
I'm gonna kill you.
(sentimental piano music)
(slow piano music)
- Hey!
(clapping) Wake up! Get up! Come on.
- Hey.
- I need you to grab all your stuff and get out.
Because I'm movin' in. - What?
- [Roger] Come on now, you heard me.
You don't live here anymore.
- What do you mean?
- This house is mine now.
And I don't want you here.
- Are you giving me money to get my own place
because my cards were cut... - Money?
(laughs)
You're out of your freakin' mind.
With the keys.
The keys to the DeLorean.
They over here?
Lisa!
Get all her shit out of the car,
put it in this bag,
and bring it back when you're done.
- Asshole!
- And where am I supposed to go?
I have no money, my credit cards were canceled,
you were supposed... - Get a fuckin' job, Annie!
Okay.
I really don't freakin' care.
Get a fuckin' job.
(slow instrumental music)
(sobbing)
- I can't take it anymore!
I can't take it! (sobbing)
I'm in Limbo.
The nightmare I left behind when they brought me here
has come back to trap me again.
This time it won't let go.
I feel dead.
Empty.
I don't want to be alive.
But I don't wanna be dead.
I don't wanna sleep.
But I don't wanna be awake.
I don't wanna be alone.
But I don't want anybody with me.
They took everything I had.
Now, I'm back at the orphanage,
and this time, no one's coming for me.
I'm a walking dead.
(weighty instrumental music)
- How come you didn't mention that to us before?
How do I know you didn't just pick it up out of the park?
- Aren't you gonna check it out?
- I find it very interesti
that you've never mentioned it before.
- So what?
Hey listen, this could be a lead, oy!
Why would anyone living out of town
be running by my house, huh?
Why? Think of it!
- Okay.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead.
- Hi! How are you?
Come here.
More, come here, closer.
Sit next to me.
This is for me?
Thank you.
You're very sweet.
What's your name?
You don't wanna tell me your name.
At least you like me,
but you don't wanna tell me your name, huh?
Ah, that's okay.
You can't hear.
And you can't speak.
Whoa.
Oh.
Well...
Neighbor.
My name is Annie.
I'm your new neighbor.
(mid-tempo intrumental music)
Jezebel?
(weighty instrumental music)
- And just tell this guy to just
get out of the car, you know what I'm sayin'?
- Uh-huh. (laughing)
- I keep calling you.
You never return my calls.
Have you gone to Houston to talk to that guy?
- Okay, you listen to me carefully.
- No, you listen to me, you haven't done shit!
You are a good for nothing useless cop,
that's what you are.
If you're not gonna do anything...
- I'm getting really tired of you.
Okay, I understand your pain,
but we're doing our job and you don't...
- Are you gonna do something about
my parent's murder, yes or no?
Because if you're not,
then I will. (bold instrumental music)
- What are you trying to say?
- And believe me, you won't like it.
(gunfire)
- What are you doin'?
You're hitting my target.
(romantic acoustic music)
- Okay, are you gonna stand there and look stupid?
Or are you gonna help me?
- Wow, okay, okay.
Do you see that nine?
You wanna aim right for that nine.
Shoot for the heart.
Always shoot for the heart.
(gunfire)
Like this.
(gunfire)
(bright rock music)
♪ Let me give you some advice
♪ Here's a little solution
♪ Don't be afraid
♪ Tomorrow's still another day
♪ Do you wanna be apart of my revolution
♪ It's not a game
(gunfire) ♪ Tell me if you wanna play
♪ With the crown
♪ I dream in the rain
♪ And half the time I go insane
♪ And touch the sky and get as high up as the stars
- Do I have to be like this?
- What? Are you like a ninja?
Squeeze it... (gunfire)
Oh geez. (laughing)
Alright, we're gonna switch sides.
♪ When you shoot you shoot to kill
♪ And always aim for the heart
(bright rock music)
(gunfire)
♪ And with a crown
♪ I dream in the rain
♪ And half the time I go insane
♪ And touch the sky and get as high up as the stars
What?
- So, I'm good, my gun. - You're a natural, yeah.
♪ As soon as dark
♪ And the one thing that I learned from the start
♪ Is when you shoot you shoot to kill
♪ And always aim for the heart
(romantic acoustic music)
- You're funny looking.
Always the heart, huh?
- Yes.
It's fast...
And definite.
(romantic acoustic music)
- I understand your pain,
but we're doing our job, this is for us.
(pensive instrumental music)
(ringing)
- I told you not to call me at this number.
What do you want?
No, and it won't be taken care of this week.
And don't call me, I'll call you.
(ringing)
Hey, Jez, how are you? - Hey.
I got your present, thanks.
- It's untraceable. - It's what?
What does that mean?
- Don't worry, it's a good thing.
- How much did it cost you?
- Yeah, don't worry about that either.
I get a big discount.
- Okay, well, don't come for me tomorrow.
I won't be here. - Really?
I thought you wanted to try out your new toy?
You know, shoot a little, ride a little.
- No, well, I'll be out of town.
- When you comin' back?
- I dont know yet.
But I'll call you okay, bye.
- Wait, Jez.
(gallant instrumental music)
Give me a beer. - What kind?
- I don't give a shit, a cold one.
- [Man] I'll see that last card.
(pensive instrumental music)
- [Man] If you come I'll give you a tip.
And your phone number.
(gallant rock music)
- Who's the owner of that bike outside?
- It's mine.
(slow acoustic music)
- Are you man enough?
- What's the bet?
- Your bike.
Cards?
- Two.
(laughing)
(bold instrumental music)
- You bitch, there were five aces.
(revving)
(voices over television)
(high-tempo rock music)
- I want a beer.
Charge it to him, okay.
(upbeat techno music)
(soft instrumental music)
- So, this is my little place.
- Oh, this is one of your pieces?
- Yeah, that's one of my recent pieces.
- So, where is your art?
- My what?
Oh, yeah, I'm workin' on a few pieces.
- Where are they?
I wanna see them.
- Later, here, drink your beer.
Let me play some music for ya'.
(slow jazz music)
- What are you doing?
- Relax, it's okay. - No.
No!
I said no!
(slapping)
I'll take that.
Sorry if I mislead you,
but I have to go okay, so.
- You're not goin' anywhere, bitch!
(slapping)
(weighty instrumental music)
(bold instrumental music)
(slow instrumental music)
(sobbing)
(slow instrumental music)
(pensive instrumental music)
(slow instrumental music)
- Send Max after before she finds out the truth.
She's gonna come after you.
Believe me.
Don't mess with her, she's a bad ass.
Look at me!
There is no other way.
You gotta do her too.
Call up your guy Max,
and have him take care of it.
Man, you should've seen her eyes.
It was like lookin' at death itself.
- You don't know worry about anything.
I've got a plan.
- Hello, Annie.
You haven't called me.
You know, we checked on him.
The wallet you gave us.
- [Annie] You did?
- Yeah, sure did.
You don't wanna know what we found out?
We found him.
Except we couldn't get a statement out of him
because he was riddled with bullets.
- Let me get this right.
Was it A, you were looking for him and found him dead?
Or B, somebody else found him dead,
and you realized it was the same person?
- Annie.
Could I take a look at your bike?
- What do you expect to find?
- Nothing in particular.
Unless, you have something to hide.
- No, of course not.
And the answer is no,
I don't want you to check my bike.
- Well, I insist.
Can I please check your bike, Annie?
- I said no!
- Annie, I insist that I check your bike!
- Okay.
As you wish.
(pensive instrumental music)
- Okay.
See you soon, Annie.
- Are you into fashion detective?
- No, just a nice jacket.
- Well, you know, they don't sell it to some people.
- What do you think?
- Why all you girls hate each other?
- What?
- She looks different, huh.
- Yeah, she does.
Listen, I want you to follow her for a few days.
- That won't be a problem.
I like the new look, shoot, she look good.
- You pig.
(pensive instrumental music)
- You're the one that convinced me not to do my sister,
and now she's out being some rambo.
A God damn vigilante.
- (laughs) Your sister?
(laughs) You're funny, Steven.
- There are two pictures of her.
- This is the angel?
- [Steven] She's goin' after Roger right now.
When she takes care of him,
you take care of her.
- You'll be informed.
- Hey, you know, that talkin' about that round of golf?
What about next Thursday?
- [Man] Yeah, Thursday.
- Okay, Thursday it is.
- Hey neighbor, it's easy, it's a girl.
I never forget a favor.
If you do this, you're in.
(gallant instrumental music)
Jezebel!
(gallant instrumental music)
(gunfire)
(grunting)
(weighty instrumental music)
- Hey!
I'm unarmed!
Don't shoot.
(gallant instrumental music)
- Do you have a lighter?
Are you stupid? A lighter.
- No, I don't have a lighter.
- Hey, I know what you're thinking.
This crazy bitch is just gonna shoot me in the head, huh.
Nah, why would I do that?
We're just gonna have a little chat.
Then I'll shoot you in the head.
- Oh shit!
(match sizzling)
(bold instrumental music)
- Annie.
Annie, you scared the hell out of me.
- Surprised to see me here, brother?
- Well, yeah, I'm surprised.
How did you get in?
Annie, look...
Lizette and Johanna aren't here right now.
- I know your wife is not here.
But you and I...
We're gonna have a little chat.
(bold instrumental music) (ringing)
I think you should answer that.
(ringing)
- Hello?
Yes, he's my brother, why?
Bad news? What?
Oh my God.
At his house, are you sure?
Yes, detective, I'll be there as soon as I can.
- Does the name Antoine ring a bell?
- Antoine?
No.
- I'm sorry, you might know him as Max.
Max Black?
- Nope, never heard of him.
Now, look, I've gotta get to the police station.
What's goin' on?
- He's gone too, you know.
He won't be able to help you.
You remember Proverbs 28:13?
Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper,
but the one who confesses them,
and renounces them finds mercy.
- Annie, I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Oh really.
(gunfire)
- Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
- I gave Roger the same chance I'm giving you.
You better start renouncing your sins.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- I'll count to three. (weeping)
If you don't come clean, I'll shoot you.
One.
(clicking) Two.
(weeping)
- Roger had nothing to do with it.
You killed an innocent man.
It was just me. (weeping)
I had no choice.
Please believe me, I had no choice.
And then he said he was gonna take
Roger and me off the will.
And leave everything to you.
Please don't kill me.
I've confessed.
- Steven...
I didn't know. - What?
- If I had known, you wouldn't be alive right now.
- What?
What are you talking about?
(weighty instrumental music)
- No...
You have no idea what you did.
You not only killed our parents,
but you also killed me,
and the worst part of it, I'm still alive.
I'm a walking dead.
And now it's time for you to go to hell.
Annie!
Annie, think about Lizette.
If you kill me, she'll be fatherless just like you were.
(weighty instrumental music)
You'll need these.
Goodbye, my brother.
(shattering)
(gunfire)
- You go and kill that bitch.
You go after here and you kill her, okay.
You go and kill her!
(bold instrumental music)
(ringing)
- Jezebel, we need to talk.
Let's meet up tomorrow night at Watermans.
Hands on the table.
Put your hand on the table... - Sir.
Can I get you something to drink?
- Coffee, decaf. - Okay.
- Jez...
Or should I say Annie?
I didn't know it was you.
You gave me a fake name,
and the picture looks nothing like you.
I'm truly sorry.
- I'll kill you.
- You need to walk away.
I know Steven will give you anything you want,
anything you need.
And forget all this.
- You and Steven are dead.
- Steven is my client.
If you want him,
you have to go through me.
- Okay.
So be it.
- God dammit! I could have killed you yesterday,
and I didn't.
- We all make mistakes.
- You don't have a chance.
- We'll see.
- You're so... - Tomorrow.
6 AM.
I'll be waiting for you,
you know the place.
- Listen to me, and listen to me carefully.
If you don't walk away,
I will have no mercy on you.
You can't win.
Let it go.
- Don't be late or I'll find you.
- Jez, look, you and I, we're special.
We're the same.
We can't face off against each other.
That's not fair to you and that's not fair to me.
- [Waitress] Here you go.
- You're all I have.
You're a lost soul, just like me.
I've never even told anyone my real name before.
We have a connection that's out of this world.
Killing you would be like killing myself.
Please, I'm begging you.
I don't wanna lose you.
- You son of a bitch, I'm nothing like you!
You killed my parents for money, filthy money!
How much you got paid, huh?
Was it enough, huh?
- They weren't even your real parents.
Why can't you get that through your head?
And you tell me about killing?
Those two guys you killed,
they weren't aware of my intention to kill your folks.
I brought them along to make it look like a robbery.
And Roger?
That drug addict didn't have nothing to do with anything.
Killing is killing regardless of the reason.
It was not for money.
- Whatever the reason.
- They were criminals, okay.
And I did what I had to do.
- Please, spare me your stupidity!
We are all criminals!
We all are, and we all deserve to die for this
for whatever reason.
- My parents were not criminals.
- Your parents were also criminals.
That's why I do what I do.
- My parents...
- There is no one clean on this earth.
Yes, I kill for money,
but they had something in the closet
that they should die for.
I just don't care to find that out.
- You're out of your freaking mind.
You have no idea what you're talking about!
Why in the hell would my parents be criminals?
- Well, for raising two kids like Steven and Roger.
That's criminal enough.
- And I thought I was the crazy one.
- If I get up from this table,
you become just another target to me.
Don't break my heart.
- Get out of my face.
- You know what?
You should have seen them.
Poor old bastards.
Don't shoot me, please don't shoot me.
Yeah, and what I told them,
"Here's a little present from your son, Steven."
(clanking)
(weighty instrumental music)
(shouting angrily)
(soft-hearted acoustic music)
(pensive instrumental music)
(engine humming)
(weighty instrumental music)
Go get her!
(gunfire)
(suspenseful instrumental music)
(gunfire)
(grunting)
- Antoine.
- Using my real name won't help you.
- Give me a second chance.
A duel.
Let me die the way I want.
- A duel?
You still think you can beat me.
- You fuckin' coward!
- Fine, if that's the way you wanna die...
You'll get your duel.
(clicking)
(pensive acoustic music)
(uplifting instrumental music)
It's behind you!
(gallant instrumental music)
(gunfire)
(grunting)
- Always the heart, huh.
- Smart, but not fair.
- Life is not fair you worthless piece of shit!
(grunting)
- Go to hell, bitch.
- You go first.
- [Antoine] You won't Jez.
You can't kill me.
(laughing)
- Dammit.
- I'll be back, don't go anywhere.
- Awe shit.
(ruminative rock music)
(revving)
- Max, it's Steven.
I haven't heard from you in a few days,
I need to know what's goin' on.
I need you here with me,
now talk to me, call me back.
(pensive rock music)
- Daddy!
- Oh, hi sweetheart!
Oh my gosh!
Now, Daddy's making a call,
so you go play.
Don't go near the water though, okay.
(gunfire)
(pensive rock music)
(weighty rock music)
- Oh my God!
(weighty rock music)
Lizette?
Lizette!
- [Lizette] Mom.
- [Johanna] Are you okay, honey?
Don't look, don't look sweetie.
(sobbing) Oh my God!
(weighty rock music)
(sobbing)
(pensive rock music)
(clicking)
(sobbing)
(climactic instrumental music)
(pensive instrumental music)
(gunfire)
(slow piano music)
(beeping) (slow instrumental music)
- What happened?
- You were in a coma.
For almost six or seven weeks.
I've already called Johanna,
and she's on her way over with Lizette.
- Lizette?
- She was able to fool that man who murdered your parents.
Steven and Roger, they hired that hit man
And he shot you too,
don't you remember?
- And Roger too?
This man, he turned against them,
and ot Steven.
- And Roger?
- Roger, they found him dead with two prostitutes,
died from a heroin overdos
(alarm whistling)
(gunfire)
- Hello Annie, listen...
Could you see the man that shot you?
Could you tell us about him to our sketch artist?
Anything.
I know he shot you at point blank.
I know you probably saw something, right?
- No.
- Annie, come on, he murdered your parents.
He almost killed you and your niece.
Just think for a moment.
He's leaving bodies everywhere.
You've gotta remember, please try, try to remember.
We can't find... - Detective, enough, enough.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
Ashton, our hero, he found the revolver
in the guy's apartment.
The one that he used to shoot you,
and the same one he used to murder your parents.
We even found your picture in his apartment.
Ah, I'm glad you're doing a lot better Annie.
Ma'am.
Let's go Ashton.
Brought your favorite cookies.
Catch you later.
- Annie, omorrow we're going home,
and we're gonna be a family, a real family.
- A family.
(slow instrumental music)
(gunfire)
Aunt Laura!
No!
You bastard!
(upbeat rock music
(revving)
(hard rock music)