- Previously on "The Continental"...
[tense music]
- We don't have much time.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- In this neighborhood,
everyone gets a cigarette machine.
- You think you can just break into my house,
drop off some file,
and everything just goes back to normal?
- I'm trying to help you
with your little investigation here.
- I'm going to kill Cormac,
and I need all of you.
- The mess your people made last night
has brought the missing coin press
to the attention of the High Table.
You have three days.
- Most folks don't like to tell every little old thing.
- Is there anything else my brother knows that I don't?
- We're trying to put together a crew.
It might just be a suicide mission.
- Why are you the man who's going to kill Cormac?
- Right there.
- The armory?
- There's your holy grail.
- Perhaps you could come with me.
- [scoffs] - I... I could never do that.
- Everyone's gonna miss your music.
♪ ♪
- No, this is about justice.
I'm offering you a chance to decide who you want to be,
before it's too late.
- I am sick and tired of people stealing from me.
- What was it that Thomas was trying to steal?
♪ ♪
- You.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Sleep tight, and no fidgeting.
- Why are we sleeping in here?
Is someone coming after us?
- They might if they saw you through the window.
I'll be back in the morning with breakfast.
[items clattering]
- Where are you going, Mama?
- I'm going to work.
- Just go to bed, punk.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Just in case.
♪ ♪
[horn honking]
It won't always be like this.
- Promise?
- I promise.
Sweet dreams.
♪ ♪
- Get the fuck away from me!
♪ ♪
I was in the war!
♪ ♪
I was in the war!
♪ ♪
I was in the war!
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
♪ ♪
[Baby Huey & The Babysitters' "Hard Times"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Cold, cold eyes upon me ♪
♪ They stare ♪
♪ People all around me, and they're all in fear ♪
♪ They don't seem to want me, but they won't admit ♪
♪ I must be some kind of creature ♪
♪ Up here having fits ♪
♪ From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside ♪
♪ Although I'm filled with love ♪
♪ I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride ♪
♪ So I play the part I feel they want of me ♪
♪ And I pull the shades ♪
♪ So I won't see them seeing me ♪
♪ Having hard times ♪
♪ In this crazy town ♪
♪ Having hard times ♪
♪ There's no love to be found ♪
♪ ♪
[tense music]
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
- [shouts] - [grunting]
[body thuds]
- [groans] [gunfire]
- Stop!
Oh, my God, Lemmy, would you please take it seriously?
- What?
My character is a Brazilian soldier of fortune
with early signs of dementia.
Couple stabs in the back ain't gonna stop him.
- Motherfucker's firing blanks.
- What? I'm committing.
What, you got a fucking problem with me?
- No, I ain't got no problem with you.
Imagination's crucial in our line of work.
- All right, let's just assume, then,
that you two make it to the armory.
It's only a matter of minutes before I show up with the key.
- All right? - Assume?
- Oh, we're gonna make it up to the armory.
It's you getting that key that really worries us.
- And you're absolutely sure Cormac has this armory key?
- Yep, like all despots, he's too paranoid
to trust anybody else,
so he absolutely has the key on his person.
- What about that kid on the inside, Charon?
- No, no, no, no, no.
Let's just focus on this plan.
- We thought that was the plan.
- Hey.
All these killers, I mean,
don't they bring their own guns to the party?
- Yeah, they all carry a little something
for personal protection.
But in case of an all-out assault,
Cormac opens up the armory,
and his guests have full military-grade firepower
at their disposal.
In this case, for our disposal.
- Yeah, but even if we make it up to the armory before them,
all that firepower is gonna be useless without an army,
- like Mazie's. - No, don't worry.
Mazie's on board.
- What? Since when?
- Since a few hours from now.
- [chuckles] - From now?
What the... what the fuck is going on with you, Winston?
- What the fuck is going on with me, Miles?
I'll tell you. You all want guarantees.
There are no guarantees!
So if you want to back out, now's your chance.
But I am going to kill Cormac and take his precious
fucking hotel with or without you.
♪ ♪
I'll see you all at the grand reopening.
[Dr. John's "Right Place Wrong Time"]
♪ ♪
[camera shutter snapping]
[horn honks]
♪ ♪
- So we're still doing this?
- Till I'm told otherwise.
- By who?
- I don't know. By your brother.
- You don't have your own opinion?
- ♪ I been on the right trip ♪
♪ But I must have used the wrong car ♪
- I know. This is fucked up.
- ♪ Head is in a bad place ♪
♪ And I wonder what it's good for ♪
- But I miss it sometimes. - [bell jingles]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- Afternoon.
I'm looking for Winston Scott.
- It's not a name I know.
- Sounds like a pedophile.
- He's a person of interest.
- And who are you?
- What's in the crate, Lemmy?
♪ ♪
That's right.
I know your name.
I know all about this place.
- All right.
So then why don't you tell me what's in the crate?
- You really want to play it like that?
- ♪ Must have been the wrong song ♪
♪ I been in the right vein ♪
- Sayonara.
- Hmm.
[metallic scrape]
- [sighs]
- ♪ Wrong, wrong ♪
- Look, I know exactly the kind of gig
your brother's running out of this place.
And honestly, I don't give a shit.
You're protecting your brother.
I get it.
I had a brother.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
I'm just looking for Winston Scott.
If you know where I can find him,
I suggest you call me.
♪ ♪
- ♪ Slipping, dodging, sneaking, creeping ♪
♪ Hiding out down the street ♪
♪ See my life shaking with every who I meet ♪
♪ Refried confusion is making itself clear ♪
♪ Wonder which way do I go to get on out of here ♪
♪ But I been in the right place ♪
♪ But it must have been the wrong time ♪
♪ I'd have said the right thing ♪
[horn honks]
- [laughs] Oink, oink!
- ♪ I took the right road ♪
♪ But I must have took a wrong turn ♪
♪ I made the right move ♪
♪ But I made it at the wrong time ♪
♪ I was in the right trip ♪
[tapping]
- My super never mentioned you'd be dropping by.
- Shh.
You hear that?
- Hear what?
- [shushing]
[knocks]
Do you have roommates?
- [whispering] No.
- Well, you do now.
Behind this stove is quite the variation of feces
but of the same species...
- Feces?
- Which means I have located the nest.
- Nest?
- Oh, look. Look-a here.
- Look-a here. - [screams]
- No, no, no, no. No, no.
- He's... he's kicked the bucket. - Oh!
[tapping] Long ago.
Anyway, don't worry.
Management's agreed to put you up at a very nice hotel
while I tend to my grisly task.
Oh, but you're no stranger to nice hotels, I see.
I was there during the war, Tuscany.
I hope you don't mind me saying,
but at first, I thought you were Lana Turner.
I... I truly did.
- Well.
[both chuckle]
- Mm.
- Please know how much I appreciate what you're doing.
- No. Pooh. - [chuckles]
One thing I know about rats, they...
They hate the sunlight.
Oh.
[ominous music]
Now, there's a view I'd kill for.
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
[shell casing clatters]
- Jenkins is gonna need something stronger.
- Hey.
Where the fuck is Winston?
- Very good question.
- How are we even doing this?
[tense music]
- I don't know.
- Let us know when you find out.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Hey, I need some armor-piercing rounds.
Can you make a run to Jersey for me?
♪ ♪
What's up?
- Maybe I'm just tripping, but I've been getting
this feeling that something just ain't right.
- I'm going through it.
Like Winston said, there's no guarantees.
- That's not what I'm talking about.
- Well, what are you talking about, then?
♪ ♪
- Did Dad know that Jenkins had a room in that place?
♪ ♪
- I guess. - [sighs]
- Mm-hmm.
And what about this new Chen motherfucker
forcing us to put a cigarette machine up in here?
- [sighs]
Why you putting me on the stand?
- For some truth. - You don't want that.
Trust me, you don't.
- You want to know what I think?
I think you jumped at the opportunity
to go to that hotel because you would do anything
just to be different than him,
anything to be the opposite of what he stood for.
How's that for some truth?
♪ ♪
- It's all lies.
♪ ♪
Let me know if you can make that run to Jersey for me, OK?
We're running out of time.
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
[horns blaring]
♪ ♪
[doors hiss]
- Done with service for today.
♪ ♪
Please disembark the vehicle.
I said get the fuck...
[glass shatters] Hey!
♪ ♪
- Sorry to disturb you, but do you recall
the man that paid you to have a private meeting with me?
We need to know where you dropped him off.
- Look, I make a few dozen stops a day.
I don't know where I dropped him...
[bangs]
Uh, some hotel near the park.
I'm not sure where.
- I suggest you be more specific.
- OK, OK, OK.
I'm telling you everything I know.
[gun cocking]
Please.
Like I said, there's too many people.
No, I don't know.
♪ ♪
[muffled] I dropped him off at the Rhodes Hotel.
That's all I know. Please.
Please.
[gunshot]
[horn blares]
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
♪ ♪
- You came.
- You have five minutes.
- Yes.
♪ ♪
You know, I couldn't get it out of my head
that you didn't want my money.
- And here we are, at a bank.
- Yeah, it's a bit ironic, isn't it?
You see, when I was a kid, my mother, she worked nights,
made about $16 a week polishing and scrubbing floors
at a bank a lot like this one.
I remember her coming home one night
to find an eviction notice nailed to our front door
and our drunk, useless old man crying.
Well, my mother, she had pride.
So the next morning, she marched over to the bank,
me and Frankie in tow.
And she found the loan department.
All we could do is sit and watch, though,
as all that pride vanished as this man in his suit
told her to take her dirty kids and their homemade clothes
and get the hell out.
♪ ♪
And then my mother did something that I've
never seen her do before.
[sighs]
She got on her knees, and she begged for money.
- She submitted to a man in a suit.
- And he just snarled at her.
"Don't you know what this place is?
Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here?"
And my mother, she looked up from her knees...[sighs]
And she said, "I'm the person who cleans these floors."
♪ ♪
You asked for my story, Mazie.
Banks have always made it their business to break the poor.
And even an empty one like this, it sits as a symbol,
casting a shadow over the less fortunate,
which is why I felt it was only right
that in your neighborhood,
you should own this one.
♪ ♪
Put it to better use.
♪ ♪
- You bought me this bank?
- Oh, but I have more gifts to bear.
♪ ♪
- I'm not a big believer in the suit makes the man.
- Well, then think of them as work clothes.
- [chuckles]
- Because with your permission,
I'll put your men to work.
♪ ♪
Besides, I think we both can agree it's not the suit.
It's what's inside the suit that counts.
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
- ♪ Fight the power ♪
♪ ♪
[bell jingling]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[phone rings]
- Rhodes Hotel. - How can I help you?
- Winston Scott's room, please.
- Mr. Scott is not in.
- OK, leave him a message.
It's Lou.
Tell him someone's following me and I'm on my way.
- I need to ask you a few questions.
- [grunts]
[gunshot]
- Ah, shit!
[both grunting]
- Fucking bastard.
[grunting]
- [groans] - That's right, motherfucker!
- [screams]
[glass shatters]
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[body thuds]
[panting]
♪ ♪
Fuck.
[indistinct chatter]
[sirens wailing]
- Well, I didn't really disagree with them.
I just...
- Mr. Scott, you have an urgent message.
- Urgent message? - Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
♪ ♪
- We found him.
- And the coin press?
- We'll know shortly.
- Charon, prepare the elixir.
- Sir?
- You know...[inhales deeply] - The fun fumes.
I need my medicine.
- As you wish, sir.
♪ ♪
[banging on door] [gun cocking]
- Who is it?
- It's Lou.
You get my message?
- Yeah. What are you doing here?
- Is there something you're not telling me?
- What? - What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about cops.
Earlier this pig comes poking around,
asking about you and some chick.
And tonight another one follows me.
How are we even on their radar?
- [sighs]
I have no idea.
[dramatic orchestral music playing]
♪ ♪
- Things are getting dicey.
[operatic singing]
It's getting a little hard for me to trust here.
Didn't I put enough in the plate?
Too few mea culpas?
Return this prodigal son to me,
and I promise I will rain your justice down upon him.
I scratch your back, you scratch mine.
Can I get an amen, Charon?
- Amen.
- You truly are a man of the cloth.
[huffs deeply]
Oh.
[gasps] Yeah.
[grunting]
[gasps]
Ah, mother's milk.
[groans]
The High Table wants to send me to the glue factory.
This is my house.
It was ordained.
- Absolutely.
No one will ever take it from you, sir.
- From us, Charon, from us.
[huffing]
[groans]
And the audacity of that Adjudicator
to mark me with an expiration date.
That fucking rat-chewed mutant.
She comes from the rib
and I from the marrow of the Almighty!
She's an afterthought.
She can take her apple and fuck off.
That press will find its way back to me.
You know why?
Because those are my people down there.
[huffs deeply]
[groans]
It took David five smooth stones to topple the giant.
Me, I got a big-ass boulder up my sleeve.
I hold one sweet secret
that can bring down this entire empire and swallow it whole.
I can make all their secrets and all their souls vanish.
[laughs]
Defensionem!
- Defensio... - Shut up.
One trigger is my palm, and the other
is the palm of Orson, the bloated freak
that lives in the floor.
Yeah.
I'll take them all with me if I have to.
It'll be one Pyrrhic punch in the face.
This'll always be my kingdom, press or no press!
[glass shatters]
- Welcome to the Rhodes Hotel.
- Looking for the man in an ascot.
- I'm sorry. I ca...
[guns cocking]
♪ ♪
Room 312.
♪ ♪
[upbeat music playing]
- ♪ WABC ♪
♪ The best music and news ♪
[mellow music playing]
- Jesus. - What the hell happened to you?
- That kung fu bitch happened to me.
- Kung fu bitch?
- Yes, I followed you, OK?
- It was for your own good. - For my own good?
- And I followed her tonight, all the way to Jersey.
And she called this hotel.
She's meeting up with Winston Scott,
Frankie Scott's brother, staying at the Rhodes Hotel.
Listen, KD,
I care about you. I really do.
- Yeah, well, this isn't about you, all right?
Just...
- ♪ Yeah ♪
- I found the box in your apartment,
the one in the oven.
- ♪ She put it back together ♪
- You went through my place?
- Well, I'm a detective. - What do you want me to do?
- ♪ Talking with love ♪
- I can't begin to imagine what you've been through.
But I want you to know I am here for you, OK?
♪ ♪
- ♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
- [grunts] - Stay the fuck out my life.
- God damn it! - Fuck is wrong with you?
- God damn it! - Get the fuck out of here!
- I'm getting out. - Get the fuck out.
- I was worried about you!
- Yeah, well, worry about your damn self.
- [engine turning over] - Fuck!
- The plan is already happening.
- All I'm saying is that it's not just your life at risk.
- You need to figure this out. - There's no time.
It's D-Day.
[door bangs open]
Get down!
[gunshots]
- [grunting]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
[shouts]
- [grunting]
[yelps]
[body thuds]
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
- Winston Scott?
♪ ♪
Put your hands up.
♪ ♪
I said put your hands up.
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[sirens wailing]
Oh, jeez.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[gun cocking]
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
- Oh, God.
Oh.
- Jesus, KD.
- What happened? - Look, I'm fine.
I had him.
I had Winston Scott, and they took him.
♪ ♪
- What are we looking for here, KD?
♪ ♪
Let's just stop a second,
think about what you're doing.
Hey.
I'm telling you, that's a line you cross,
you don't come back.
♪ ♪
I hope you find what you're looking for.
♪ ♪
- Throw in a couple sandwiches with the ammo.
- Check, check, one, two.
- Looking good.
How we doing with that garbage truck?
- Yeah, ready to roll.
- Whoa, whoa, new glasses.
Didn't realize we were having a handsome contest.
- I sure hope you're a better crook than comedian.
- No, I'm being serious.
You look ten years younger.
- Come on, now.
So none of you reprobates decided to back out, huh?
- Plan's gonna work, Gene.
- Yeah, absolutely.
- It's a good plan. - We're all in.
- It is a good plan.
[footsteps tapping]
- Winston's been taken.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- I'd like a room, one night.
- Have you been with us before?
♪ ♪
[coins clatter]
Room 818.
Any baggage?
♪ ♪
- Yeah, whole lot of it.
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
- Ah, the sirens are calling.
[chuckles]
Good thing you're lashed to the mast, huh?
[chuckles]
A dozen buildings are torched each day.
You know, it's hard to believe I started doing this
almost 20 years ago...
A visionary.
[chuckles]
I should have learned the violin,
'cause that way, I could fiddle
while I watched them burn.
Yeah.
You know, there's one singular note.
It's hardly ever heard.
But it's the glorious crescendo
of human vocal cords igniting.
[vocalizes hoarsely]
I could never quite get that note.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Your brother confessed to me one time that...
he was haunted by the screams
of that unfortunate family.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- Where's my press?
- You know, until you find it,
I'd say it's Frankie who's haunting you.
- Charon, our guest needs a breath of fresh.
- Absolutely, sir.
♪ ♪
- Move it pal. Let's go.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Before this goes any further,
I'd like you to get something through your thick skulls.
[bullets whizzing]
- [grunts]
[gun cocking]
- Phase one is a go.
♪ ♪
- Son of a bitch. - [grunts]
Where's my fucking shotgun?
[gun cocking]
♪ ♪
No.
Oh, come on.
I took you in, you fucking ingrate.
I trusted you.
- Sir, give me the key to the armory.
- Oh.
Oh, that's your plan.
Well, that's a tall order.
All right.
Keep your shorts on. I'll give it to you.
Here.
I carry it on my person, if I can find it here.
OK, I'm a little nervous. You want it? Come get it.
- Now's your chance, Charon. - Shoot him.
- You better shoot me, 'cause if you don't,
I'm gonna send you back to Zimbabwe a piece at a time.
- It's Nigeria.
- Charon, shoot him. - Yeah, that too.
- Come on, shoot him! - He can't do it.
- My fucking hands are tied. - Shoot him!
- Fuck off. - No!
[door bangs open, slams]
♪ ♪
- You faithless cocksucker.
You'll wish you were never born.
You'll wish you crawled back in... where the fuck am I?
♪ ♪
[horns honking]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[gun clicks]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
- [grunting]
Twins, where?
- What is this?
- [speaking Vietnamese]
- Twins.
- Never. - [gunshot]
[body thuds]
- [speaking Vietnamese]
[bluesy music]
[device beeping]
♪ ♪
[explosion]
♪ ♪
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Is this how you get to the gift shop?
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
- [moans]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- Cormac is in the wind.
He's headed to the armory with the key.
Thank you, Charon.
Go to phase two, rendezvous at the armory.
- What about that shoulder, Winston?
- I've done worse shaving. - [chuckles]
♪ ♪
[groans]
- Come with me. - OK.
♪ ♪
[items clattering]
[dramatic music]
- You can't be down here.
♪ ♪
Put that down.
- Sorry. - Some objects speak to me.
- Well, I'm speaking to you.
These are not toys.
- Master's coming for you.
- [laughs] Oh, yeah?
Well, let him come.
- No.
He's coming for you now.
♪ ♪
- [panting]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
[grunts]
You son of a...
[groans]
♪ ♪
- [speaking Vietnamese]
- You sure you want to do this?
This will get very messy if you force me to bring out
my brother and his friends.
- That's just it.
They're not here.
And from what I'm hearing, they won't be back, ever.
As of now, this place is shut down.
- Bullshit.
My father built this place.
He chose to die here, and I'm not going nowhere.
- Hieronymus Burton killed the family that built this place.
Without blinking an eye, he moved right in.
He was allowed to by the powers that be,
as long as he continued to work for them.
- That's not true.
- Those are facts.
He was a gun for hire.
Killing is in your DNA.
♪ ♪
He always claimed he never used a gun.
Truth is, this one...
This one was special to him.
It's loaded.
Nobody knows the story better than your brother.
This is why he kept it from you.
You're sensitive.
Too bad you'll never get a chance to ask him about it.
- Don't let him take me.
- [chuckles]
[dramatic percussive music]
♪ ♪
[people yelling]
[glass shattering]
♪ ♪
[no audible dialogue]
♪ ♪
- [syringe hisses] - [groans]
What is this stuff?
- A proprietary drug, quite popular at this hotel.
♪ ♪
- Oh, my God. That's incredible.
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry I didn't shoot Cormac.
- Yeah, so am I.
Let's hope we get a second chance.
[low ding]
[sighs] And away we go.
[low ding]
♪ ♪
- [snorting]
[yells]
[guns cocking]
[blade shings]
- [low ding] - Red light active.
Inimicus on Continental ground.
Red light has been activated.
Inimicus on Continental ground.
Red light has been activated.
Inimicus on Continental ground.
Red light has been activated.
Inimicus on Continental ground.
[gun cocking]
Red light has been activated.
Inimicus on Continental ground.
[Hot Butter's "Popcorn]"
Red light has been activated.
Inimicus on Continental ground.
♪ ♪
- Red light, everyone.
Stick to the plan.
- By now, he may have assembled a team
and made it to the armory.
- Well, good. - Then they can let us in.
[door clicks open and shut]
♪ ♪
[knock at door]
- Up and at 'em. Shake a leg.
Open up. Come on.
Come on out. Hurry it up.
Get a move on. Come on.
What are we waiting for?
It's open season on Winston Scott.
- Proceed to the nearest pneumatic canister.
Proceed to the nearest pneumatic canister.
[canister clatters]
♪ ♪
[canisters clattering]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
[guns cocking]
Hey, I know you.
You're a cop.
[gunshot]
[both grunting]
- [grunts] - What the...
- [grunting]
[breathing heavily]
No.
I was a cop.
[grunts]
[gun cocking]
- [gunshots] - [shouting indistinctly]
[gunshots]
- [gunshot] - [screams]
[grunts]
[machine whirring]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps] - Hi.
Hi.
- [speaking Hungarian] - I'm Lemmy.
No, I'm a... I'm a good guy.
♪ ♪
Nice guy.
Yeah, I'm not gonna hurt you.
Is that a... Is that a worm tattoo?
- No, no. - You don't have to call anybody.
Just... just... oh, it's a snake.
And when I get closer, I see it's an octopus.
That's cool.
[choking] Again?
Christ, why does everybody keep hitting me in the fucking neck?
- [grunting]
- Why are we fighting?
I don't want to do this.
[blade clangs]
[both grunting]
Ah!
Jesus.
♪ ♪
[bone cracks]
[groaning]
Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?
♪ ♪
God.
[yells]
♪ ♪
Throat-chopping bitch.
[grunts]
[item clatters]
♪ ♪
- [breathing heavily]
[blood spurting]
[body thuds]
♪ ♪
- We're at the armory. - What's everyone's 20?
- Yen is AWOL.
Lemmy's MIA.
- [gunshot] - [grunts]
[gunshots]
- I'm pinned down. - [guns cocking]
[gunshot]
- [shouting indistinctly]
[explosion]
[groaning]
[bullet whizzes]
[gun cocking]
- Thanks, Gene.
- We aim to please.
[gunshot] Come on, cottontail.
Stick your head out, now.
You can do it.
Lucky-ass motherfucker.
- [gunshot] - [groans]
♪ ♪
- Uno mas, señor, you little jive turkey.
Come on, boy.
Where are you at?
- [growling]
- We don't know where you are.
♪ ♪
- Yen is AWOL.
Ronnie, what's your status?
- I can't tap in.
Gotta figure out how to override that grid.
- It's a goddamn zoo in there, Winston.
- All right, just stick with the plan.
- Do you think he's in there?
- There's only one way to find out.
[banging on door]
[guns cocking]
♪ ♪
- Hand over the gun.
Up against the wall.
- Move.
♪ ♪
- Nice suits.
- Ah, Charon, this was just too easy.
♪ ♪
All of this because of that bug-eyed cellist?
- All he did was play music.
- [sighs] - Well, he sure was a virtuoso.
Too bad you weren't there
for his last impactful performance.
You know, I told him to choose the song.
You know what he picked?
"Loyalty to the Master"
from "Don Giovanni."
- The cellist did know his audience.
But "Loyalty to the Master,"
that's what he told you it was about?
[chuckles] That's funny, really funny.
- He chose it just for me.
- He did.
But what it is about is damnation.
The central idea is that fate will catch up to you
and the actions you commit.
You thought he was playing for you.
But really, he was just playing you.
- Somebody, anybody, just drop the hammer
on this treasonous puke.
♪ ♪
- I got a better idea.
Why don't we play some five-on-five?
♪ ♪
- Oh.
♪ ♪
- Surprise.
Cormac's being a gentleman
and has agreed to open the armory for us.
♪ ♪
You see, you're not the only one with an army.
Now, open the door.
- I knew something smelled rotten here...
Mazie's homeless men
and one woman.
I'm hobo-phobic.
But rounding up a bunch of homeless derelicts
off the street isn't gonna help you.
You can dress up a pig, but you can't make him jig.
♪ ♪
[key clangs]
Nobody's getting in this armory!
Kill all these cocksuckers!
[gunfire]
[people shouting, glass shattering]
- Die, motherfucker!
[person shouting indistinctly]
[gunshot] [person groans]
[gun clicking]
[gunshots] [person groans]
[person gagging] [shell casing clattering]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[muffled gunshots]
[shell casings clattering]
♪ ♪
- You want to see how that works?
♪ ♪
[device beeping slowly]
[beeping quickens]
[sustained beep]
[explosion]
[people screaming]
[dog barking]
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
Winston.
♪ ♪
Winston.
♪ ♪
- [groans]
Where's Cormac?
- Bloody footprints.
♪ ♪
- Armory entry unsuccessful.
Next phase, kill them.
Kill them all.
[elevator bell dings]
- Back off, bellboy.
♪ ♪
- But, sir...
if you want to go to that floor, you must be announced.
- Of course. - What was I thinking?
Be my guest.
[elevator bell dings]
♪ ♪
[keys jingling]
[door creaking]
♪ ♪
- You're not supposed to be here till Wednesday.
- I forgot my medication.
- I'm gonna need you to lock that front door.
♪ ♪
- Edwin.
♪ ♪
- [groans]
[banging]
- Shit.
[groans]
The elevator car is gone.
- An elevator car can't just vanish.
- Yeah, I know that. - So where the hell did it go?
- Edwin, we need to find Mr. O'Connor.
Can you help us?
- [mumbles]
- Hmm?
- What's he saying?
- 13. - What?
What the hell does that mean?
[gun cocking]
- Drop the guns.
- OK.
♪ ♪
- Get out of here, kid.
This is between me and him.
I said go.
- Do what she says, Charon.
♪ ♪
[Three Dog Night's "One"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪
[elevator bell dings]
♪ Two can be as bad as one ♪
♪ It's the loneliest number since the number one ♪
♪ ♪
♪ No is the saddest experience you'll ever know ♪
- [grunting]
- Mr. O'Connor, I...
- Move. - I didn't get an announcement.
This is highly irregular.
- Put a sock in it, dough boy.
All right.
- ♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
♪ That you'll ever do ♪
- Don't you fucking move.
- I wasn't planning on it.
- ♪ Oh, worse than two ♪
- Who are you?
- I'm the one who survived.
- [groans]
- You worked too hard, and you ate too much to...
- [whimpering] - No, no.
Just... just trying to make you a little more comfortable.
Just lean back. That's right. That's right.
- ♪ Plop, plop, fizz, fizz ♪
- I did not come here to hurt you.
- ♪ Plop, plop, fizz, fizz ♪
♪ Oh, what a relief it is ♪
- I think "Bonanza" might be on if...
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
- Excuse me.
- It's you.
You're the little girl.
- Your brother lit my family on fire.
But you know that, right?
'Cause you were there.
And both of you ran like cowards, leaving us to die.
♪ ♪
Now you're gonna feel what they felt.
- No. No, no, no, no.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Wait, wait, wait.
Just wait. Just give me a second, OK?
We were kids, OK?
We had no... We had no idea there was
a family... we had no idea there was a family in there.
We were just kids, just like... stop.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.
Please.
I know you hate me.
But trust me, I hate myself even more.
- Oh, really? - Yes.
♪ ♪
- You have no idea what it's like
to watch your family burn and die before your eyes.
- Actually, I do.
- Your brother got his.
♪ ♪
Now it's your turn.
- OK, bef... before you do this,
you need to know just one thing.
♪ ♪
I started the fire,
not Frankie.
And I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
♪ ♪
- You're sorry?
- Yes.
- You're fucking sorry?
- [breathes deeply]
♪ ♪
- You're sorry?
[bullet whizzes] [grunting]
- Shit. No.
No, no, no!
Stop! Stop!
[gun cocking]
Look, here.
Here, here, here, here, here.
- What are you... - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It's OK. It's OK. It's medicine.
Trust me. It's OK.
♪ ♪
Here, here, here, here.
- [groans]
- Just keep pressure on it, all right?
I'm gonna come back for you, all right?
You're gonna be OK.
♪ ♪
[people grunting, blade shinging]
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[gun clicking]
- [shouts]
♪ ♪
- [panting]
This way.
♪ ♪
[P.A. system chimes]
- Let's all lament a life ill spent
as if our hearts might burst.
I'll pour good whiskey on your grave,
passed through my kidneys first.
Hello, Continental shoppers.
I'd like to call your attention
to today's red-light specials,
Winston Scott and his orchestra.
If you haven't met him yet,
I encourage you to go seek him out.
Anyone who brings me the head of this honored guest
will receive a $2-million bounty
and a million for each member of his band.
- Kill Winston Scott?
- That's the idea.
- Isn't he the only one that knows where the coin press is?
- I'm beyond the coin press.
- Where's Cormac broadcasting from?
- The operations room.
- Operations room? Where's that?
- Nobody knows... - Manager's privilege.
- Wait.
Edwin, he said 13.
You think he meant 13th floor?
- But there's no 13th floor.
- [sighs]
Hmm, nice.
- Yeah.
It was a birthday gift from Frankie.
- From Frankie?
How well did you know Frankie?
- Very well.
- Wait, but when I asked you to help...
- You assumed, and I let you.
Truth is, I agreed to help because of your brother.
Frankie talked to me often,
made an effort, got to know me.
Nobody else did that.
[sighs]
He watched over me like a big brother.
He encouraged me to go back home.
He even gave me the means.
- The means?
[Heart's "Barracuda"]
♪ ♪
Let's find that operations room
and make him sing at his own funeral.
You're gonna see your father again.
You have my word.
♪ ♪
Let's take this house.
And while we're all going after Cormac's head, remember,
this is more than vengeance.
This is justice.
[gunshot] [person groans]
- ♪ Smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone ♪
♪ And tales, it never fails ♪
♪ You lying so low in the weeds ♪
♪ I bet you gonna ambush me ♪
♪ You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees ♪
♪ Now, wouldn't you, barracuda ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
- [moans]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Back over time, we were all trying for free ♪
- [groans]
- ♪ You met the porpoise and me, uh-huh ♪
- [whistles]
- ♪ Burn, burn, burn, burn ♪
♪ Burn it to the wick ♪
♪ Oh ♪
[gunshot]
- You mind if I give you some friendly advice?
I don't mean to criticize, but you really do need
to take better care of these plants.
Too much water is almost as bad as too little.
I know plants better than most...
Most people.
Excuse me.
[gunshot]
Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
[gunshot]
Last year, I went to a breathtaking exhibit
at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.
And anyway, if, in the future,
you'd like to take advantage of my horticultural expertise,
I'd be...
I'd be happy to come back, free of charge, of course.
["Bonanza" theme music playing over TV]
- Thank you.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
- I'm so sorry.
[sirens wailing]
How presumptuous.
[gunshot]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Down.
♪ ♪
Guns.
♪ ♪
You take from me,
I take from you.
♪ ♪
[device clicks, whines]
We all go now.
♪ ♪
- Yen, no.
[gunfire]
- [grunting]
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
- What is that?
- [chuckles]
An algorithm charting the statistical probability
of the enemy's success.
♪ ♪
- Whose side are you on? - [laughs]
Numbers are impartial.
♪ ♪
- [gunshot] - Hey!
[gunshots]
- [grunts]
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
- Lem, if you can hear this...
[glass shattering]
I got you into this mess.
[gunshots]
Not the first, but looks like the last.
I ain't proud of everything we've done,
but I want you to know...
I got no regrets.
Hope you don't either.
♪ ♪
And if you're already gone...
[laughs]
Hope you saved a fucking seat for me in hell.
♪ ♪
- Seat for me in hell?
That was embarrassing.
- There you go!
[laughs]
- Bud, in all seriousness,
I want to thank you for this...
new personal low.
What's your 20?
- The speakeasy.
Hostiles up my six-hole.
What's your 20?
[device beeping]
- Remember how I got us out of that thing in On Loc?
♪ ♪
I got some new mail to deliver.
[gunfire]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
[canister clatters]
[gunfire]
[explosion]
- I did not see that coming.
- [grunts]
[static crackling]
- Oh, yes!
[door creaks]
What the hell are you doing here?
- I need you to hold this for me
and watch him.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, who... who... who...
- Just...
- [grunts]
Hi, kid.
- Don't let the kid touch anything.
- Yeah, yeah.
Hey, wait. Where you going? [door slams]
♪ ♪
- [groaning]
♪ ♪
- No.
No!
No, no, no!
No! [Device beeps]
Lem! Lem!
Get out! Get out!
[breaking up] Lem, get out!
- Fuck is he talking about?
- Come in... for you.
Abort! Abort! Abort!
He's sending back through to the tube.
Get out of there!
- Where's the mail room?
- Lemmy!
[grenade clatters]
[explosion]
[muffled] Lem. Lem!
[shouting]
Lem!
♪ ♪
[panting]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[gun clicking]
♪ ♪
[keys clatter]
[yells]
[glass shatters]
[yelling]
♪ ♪
[bone cracks] [screams]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
[both grunt]
- [yelling]
♪ ♪
- [panting]
♪ ♪
[pool cue tapping]
♪ ♪
- [items jingle] - [yells]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
- [panting]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
[panting]
- [grunting]
[flesh squelches]
[both groaning]
♪ ♪
[muffled groaning]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
[panting]
♪ ♪
- Sometimes objects speak to me.
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- Yeah.
We'll talk about that later.
♪ ♪
- Lemmy! Lemmy.
- Oh, shit. - [coughs]
[groaning]
- [spits] - Oh.
- [groans] Hey, man.
- Hey, man, you... you look... - You look great.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- [mumbles]
- What?
- C-4. - Yeah?
- It's in my bag.
- OK. - [coughs]
- OK. It's all right.
- And also... - What? What? What is it?
♪ ♪
- I actually love an ascot.
♪ ♪
I'm just...
- OK, OK, OK, OK.
♪ ♪
- [exhales slowly]
♪ ♪
- Godspeed, Lemmy.
♪ ♪
These go everywhere in the hotel?
- They do.
- All right.
- Ronnie, you tapped in? - I have eyes.
- Good. Call all locations.
Everybody take cover.
- Roger that.
How about we start with an appetizer
and serve it to them in the dining room?
♪ ♪
[canister whooshes]
♪ ♪
Lobby.
Kitchen.
[explosions]
- Do you see a tube for the operations room anywhere?
♪ ♪
- Here. But it's been destroyed.
- [sighs] Of course it has.
- Wait. You're right.
The OR tube must go to the 13th floor.
- OK. So how do we get there?
- I worked in the kitchen when I first started.
There's a dumbwaiter.
Even hidden floors need service.
- Yes.
♪ ♪
- The dumbwaiter is there.
[blade shings] [screams]
- Now we're even.
- It's right here.
[groaning]
[flesh squelches]
- Shit. Hold on. Hold on.
This is gonna hurt.
- Ah.
Oh.
- Mm. - You all right?
- Mm-hmm. - All right.
[buzzer buzzes]
[door clangs]
Oh. This was a really dumb idea.
Come on.
[keyboard clacking]
♪ ♪
- The insurgents have now achieved
competitive advantage.
♪ ♪
- Oh.
I asked for assistance.
I asked them for resources.
But they... Oh, those motherfuckers...
They put it back on me.
- The High Table?
- [breathing heavily]
I warned them.
Orson, I could use a hand here.
- Defensionem protocol does not apply
under present conditions.
- Oh.
What was I thinking?
♪ ♪
[water trickling]
♪ ♪
[device beeps, whirs]
♪ ♪
[water splashes]
♪ ♪
[choir vocalizing]
♪ ♪
- [yells]
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
[choir vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[bone cracks]
[panting]
♪ ♪
[bones cracking]
♪ ♪
[shouts]
[choir vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[vessel shatters]
[groans]
♪ ♪
[flesh squelches]
[groaning]
[yells]
♪ ♪
[yelling, grunting]
♪ ♪
[water splashes]
♪ ♪
[device beeps]
[explosion]
[gasps]
[panting]
♪ ♪
- A monumental conclusion.
♪ ♪
- [groans] - I'll give you one better.
[grunting]
Turgid lackey.
[phone ringing]
♪ ♪
- Orson?
- He's got his mind on other things right now.
- I see.
And I presume you wish the High Table to intervene.
♪ ♪
- Yesterday.
- Do you have the coin press?
- If I had it, I wouldn't need your help, now, would I?
- I always liked Orson.
♪ ♪
- You would.
[power whirs down]
[computer beeping]
♪ ♪
[buzzes]
You want to play games, huh?
Let's play some hardball. Come here, pretty boy.
Here.
[machine buzzes]
There you go.
[machines humming]
We're all going to hell anyway.
- Defensionem protocol activated.
Defensionem protocol activated.
♪ ♪
Defensionem protocol activated.
[all grunting]
Security doors engaged.
[metallic clanking]
Security doors engaged.
♪ ♪
[door clangs]
Fluid volume transfer in progress.
Annihilation in T-minus nine minutes and counting.
♪ ♪
- 13th floor, that's bad luck, right?
- I'm not superstitious.
[dumbwaiter rumbling]
- Excessive structural deformation in progress.
Excessive structural deformation in progress.
♪ ♪
[elevator whirring]
♪ ♪
[cables whipping]
[elevator clangs]
[air hissing]
♪ ♪
- Hey. - Annihilation in T-minus...
- Hey, hands up.
- Eight minutes and counting.
♪ ♪
- He's dead.
[building rumbling]
[device beeping]
- Defensionem.
- Excessive structural deformation.
Excessive structural deformation.
[banging]
♪ ♪
[lanterns creaking]
[choir vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[building rumbling]
♪ ♪
Annihilation in T-minus seven minutes and counting.
- What is this thing?
- A self-destruction switch.
It will take the entire building to the ground,
all of its secrets, all of its souls.
[building rumbling]
- How do we stop it?
- Cormac holds the power in his palm.
♪ ♪
- Wait a second, that's the elevator that vanished?
- Yes... northeast corner.
- He's running.
- I can take us. - [groans]
- No, no, no, no.
We don't have time.
Oh, come on.
Think!
[building rumbling]
♪ ♪
[panting]
♪ ♪
- Annihilation in T-minus five minutes and counting.
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
- You took everything from me.
Now I'm gonna get a kick out of watching you and yours
go down in the rubble.
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
[building rumbling]
When you see your brother,
tell him I sent you boys to torch that building
'cause I wanted you to do something
you could never come back from,
put the taste of death in your mouth.
That's how I make a soldier.
- You knew there was a family in there?
- I ordered it.
[gun cocking]
Stand down.
The bounty's off.
- No.
This is my kill.
♪ ♪
- Chill out, chica. - Run along home now.
[gunshot] [shell casing clatters]
♪ ♪
- What, you missed him from there?
[groans]
♪ ♪
I did something to you, didn't I?
- Yeah.
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[gun clatters]
- [exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
- Be seeing you.
[building rumbling]
- Annihilation in T-minus three minutes and counting.
♪ ♪
[horn blowing]
♪ ♪
[hydraulics hissing]
Mr. O'Connor, your escape pod has arrived.
For your own safety, we ask that you
please keep your hands and feet
away from the track at all times.
[building rumbling]
♪ ♪
Annihilation in 10, 9, 8, 7...
[electricity crackling]
[power whirs down]
Defensionem protocol deactivated.
Goodbye.
- How'd you do that?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[flesh squelches]
♪ ♪
[The Who's "baba O'Riley"]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Fuck yeah! - Fuck yeah! All right!
That's what I'm talking about... Zen.
♪ ♪
[door clattering]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I don't need to fight ♪
[low ding]
♪ To prove I'm right ♪
- Please accept my humblest apologies.
My policy on house calls is centered foremost on...
On discretion.
So, well, you can imagine how I feel.
It was... it was beyond regretful.
Anyway, bye-bye, now.
- Excuse me, mister, uh...
- Oh, it's... it's Gene.
- Gene.
I've lived here for 27 years,
and I've always hated that damn hotel.
- [both chuckle] - You're welcome.
- And you know, I'm embarrassed to admit this,
but I've never been to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.
[Dinah Washington's, "What a Difference a Day Makes"]
- ♪ What a difference ♪
- [chuckles]
- ♪ A day made ♪
♪ ♪
- My deepest gratitude, Charon.
- ♪ 24 little hours ♪
- You can now leave this place behind,
reunite with your father.
- ♪ Brought the sun and the flowers ♪
- Go lead a normal life, hmm?
- ♪ Mm, where there used to be rain ♪
- But this is my home now.
♪ ♪
- ♪ My lonely nights are through, dear ♪
- Besides, how could you survive here without me?
- ♪ Since you said you were mine ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What a difference ♪
♪ A day made ♪
♪ ♪
♪ 24 little hours ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Brought the sun and the flowers ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Mm, where there used to be rain ♪
♪ ♪
My yesterday was blue, dear.
♪ ♪
♪ Today I'm a part of you, dear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ My lonely nights are through, dear ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Since you said you were mine ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Lord, what a difference a day makes ♪
♪ ♪
♪ There's a rainbow before me ♪
- I... [clears throat]
♪ ♪
I...
just, um...
- To Lemmy.
- ♪ Since that moment of bliss ♪
- To Frankie.
- ♪ That thrilling kiss ♪
♪ It's heaven when you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Find romance on your menu ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What a difference a day made ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And the difference ♪
♪ Is you ♪
♪ ♪
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- Winston Scott,
I've placed this hotel under a state of interregnum.
These premises are under a temporary suspension
of the usual functions
until the High Table deems otherwise.
Commandeering the hotel from the late Mr. O'Connor...
Very impressive.
- Thank you.
And you are?
- I'm an Adjudicator.
Allow me to congratulate you on behalf of the High Table.
Perhaps you can let me in on how you were able to do it.
♪ ♪
- You believe in fate?
♪ ♪
If you do, you know sometimes the things we seek in life
are right in front of us the whole time.
♪ ♪
You see, I learned a suit doesn't make a man.
No, it's what's inside the suit that counts.
But a wolf in sheep's clothing
can't rely on killer instinct alone.
It's his resourcefulness and perhaps an open heart
that can turn garbage into gold
and enemies into allies.
♪ ♪
- Well, that's lovely.
But regrettably, the hotel wasn't yours to take.
Let me be transparent.
Despite what you may think, you did not stop Defensionem.
I did.
If your brother would have just done
what he was instructed to do with the coin press,
you would not be in this very unfortunate situation.
♪ ♪
- You know, where from I'm standing,
seems to me you're the one in the unfortunate situation.
'Cause if Cormac taught me one thing, it's leverage.
I not only beat him at his own game, but I took his house.
And now I'm in control of the one thing
that you people seem to need.
Oh, but don't worry. I can assure you...
the coin press is in a very safe place.
♪ ♪
You know, in business, I've never been one
for dealing with middlemen.
And I've never killed a messenger before.
- There are rules at play here, silly boy.
You have no idea who you're dealing with,
but you soon will.
- No, I know the rules.
- And what do you imagine I'm going to tell the High Table?
You don't even register to them.
They won't speak to you.
- Hmm.
♪ ♪
They will now.
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[shell casing clatters]
♪ ♪
Mm-mm-mm.
♪ ♪
[Ace Frehley's "New York Groove"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Many years since I was here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ On the street, I was passing my time away ♪
♪ To the left and to the right ♪
♪ Buildings towering to the sky ♪
♪ It's out of sight in the dead of night ♪
♪ Ooh, here I am, and in this city ♪
♪ With a fistful of dollars ♪
♪ And, baby, you better believe ♪
- ♪ I'm back, back in the New York groove ♪
♪ I'm back, back in the New York groove ♪
- ♪ Back in the New York groove ♪
♪ In the New York groove ♪
♪ ♪
♪ In the back of my Cadillac ♪
♪ ♪
♪ A wicked lady sitting by my side ♪
♪ Saying, "Where are we" ♪
♪ Stopped at Third and 43, exit to the night ♪
♪ It's gonna be ecstasy ♪
♪ This place was meant for me ♪
♪ Ooh, feel so good tonight ♪
♪ Who cares about tomorrow ♪
♪ So, baby, you better believe ♪
- ♪ I'm back, back in the New York groove ♪
♪ I'm back, back in the New York groove ♪
- ♪ Back in the New York groove ♪
♪ In the New York groove ♪
- ♪ I'm back, back in the New York groove ♪