Downloaded from YTS.MX
♪ I was thinkin' 'bout tomorrow ♪
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
(glass shatters)
♪ I was thinkin' 'bout today ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ And how nothin' ♪
♪ No, nothin', nothin's gonna change ♪
♪ And ♪
♪ And when I feel ooh ♪
♪ Feel like I'm falling down, oh baby, oh ♪
♪ I just wanna thank you, yes thank you ♪
♪ For showing me the way, yeah ♪
♪ Oh oh and light a candle ♪
♪ Just light a candle ♪
- Please God.
I'll do anything. (Breathing heavily)
- [Disguised Person] Would you eat a dead rat?
(choking)
(upbeat music)
♪ And I was thinkin' 'bout you, baby yeah ♪
♪ And I was thinkin' 'bout the way, yeah ♪
♪ You make every, every, every, everything okay, yeah ♪
♪ And when it feels ♪
♪ Like I'm falling down, oh baby oh ♪
♪ I just wanna thank you, yes thank you ♪
♪ For showing me the way yeah ♪
(pinball machine chiming)
- We're talking about 50 to one.
My tipster tells me it's a sure thing.
- Well you go. (Laughs)
- Five thou, at 50 to one.
Do the math.
We're talking the perfect beach, man.
Palm trees and a beautiful girl.
All we have to do is lay back, relax,
and get buried in the sand.
Island time for me, you, Jodi, and Scooter.
- You're the best, dude.
Yeah, what's wrong?
I can't hear you.
- I lost my,
I lost my ass.
Again.
- Forget island time.
You need to start saving your money
for new kneecaps instead.
Valon's gonna come get his money.
- Yeah, well, I don't have any other way to give money.
I'm barely holding onto the crappy life I have.
Two months behind on rent, job sucks.
I don't think there's any way back this time.
- Well you could come stay with me.
(scoffs)
- Yeah, sure.
I don't think your parents would really appreciate
some collection goon knocking on the door with a gun.
Or a baseball bat.
You know, I over loaned a year's salary.
(pinball machine chiming)
I um...
I got a gun.
- You got a gun?
What are you gonna do?
Go rob a bank?
(pinball machine chiming) (tense music)
(phone ringing) (tense music)
- It's Valon, calling for his money.
Guess I'll be sleeping with you tonight, Scooter.
I love you, too, Scooter.
But I gotta go.
(sighs)
(tense, dramatic music)
Good bye.
(heavy breathing)
(soft, tense music)
(phone dialing)
- [Woman] Thanks for calling the Life Change Hotline.
You have made the right call to make
a huge upgrade in your miserable life.
Our revolutionary club is made for people like you.
Down and out?
At the end of your rope?
If you could use 2,000 cash right now,
leave your name and number after the tone.
If not, hang up and put the gun back in your mouth.
(line beeps)
- Uh, hi, um,
my name is Bob McNulty.
You just saved my life.
(soft, instrumental Hawaiian music)
(phone ringing) (television blaring)
(man snoring) (phone ringing)
- Daphne?
(man groans)
(phone ringing)
Gallagher.
Huh?
Oh, what's the address?
Yeah.
Okay, but I'm gonna need a little un memento, por favor.
Ah, fuck me.
(grunts)
(rustling)
(splashes)
(sighs)
(television blaring)
This could be the one that gets it
all back for you, Jimmy.
(spits)
(television blaring)
(burps)
(spits)
(spitting)
You are the man.
(grunts)
(insects buzzing)
- That two grand, just for talking to the guy.
We'll be back on track in no time.
- What if he wants to get some booty?
- Hey.
Right about now, I'm up for that.
- Well have fun.
I think I'm gonna wait right here.
I'm an exit only kind of guy.
- Hey.
Come on, let's do this.
Hey, I'm doing it.
Booty or not.
(insects buzzing)
- Son of a...
(groans)
- Glad you could come.
You guys are in for quite a ride.
- Ah, I don't swing that way.
- I see your background checks
and privacy agreements are complete.
What we deal in is death.
- [James] Uh, can...
- Everyone dies.
So, why not get rich while they do it?
- What are you sellin'?
Graves?
(laughing)
- Oh.
No, no, no.
Once every couple months, our groups meets.
Each member has an insurance policy paid for by the club.
Whenever someone dies, a portion of the proceeds
is split between a selected group of that month's survivors.
The rest get a supplemental check.
- How much is this policy?
- Three to five million.
(exhales deeply)
Now, there are some rules.
The most important?
No one, no one can know you're in.
Not even your own family.
- What about the insurance company?
- The corporations, they do this all the time.
They take the money, they keep it for themselves.
We have friends on the inside.
We take care of them, they take care of us.
So are you in?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
(laughing)
(snoring) (upbeat music)
- Bob.
Bob, wake up.
Wake up. (Bob groans)
Jeez, wake up. - What?
- Mama needs some lovin'.
- What? - Come on.
- Where? (woman laughs)
Where have you been?
- Out with the girls.
At Dinglers.
(laughing)
It was one dollar jell-o shot night.
(laughing)
- So you watched the dick dancers
and now you're horny.
- Maybe.
(Bob groans)
What do you expect me to do, huh?
You never take me anywhere.
You're always broke.
I just want...
There he is. - Uh huh.
(laughing)
(kisses) - Me first.
Oh.
(laughing)
- Oh.
- Just give me a sec, okay?
Just give me a sec.
(Bob groaning) (laughing)
(soft, melancholy music)
- Hey.
Where is it?
- He's over there.
- [Monard] After you.
(soft, melancholy music) (police radio chatter)
What the... - A real gaggle fuck, aint it?
- Well you don't look so good yourself.
- Oh yeah?
(groans)
I feel much better now.
- Really?
- Yeah. - Now?
- Want some?
You know, quit being such a fucking wimp.
- No, I'm holding onto my faith.
- Yeah, his faith's got him holding onto
rat turds in his mouth. (upbeat, percussive music)
(people chattering) (upbeat music)
♪ Find your friends and find my friends ♪
♪ And I'll find myself beside myself and wait ♪
- Champagne?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
- Bob.
James.
Welcome.
- Hey, Mr. Norris.
How are you?
- Perry, if you please.
Hey, let me show you guys around.
After you.
(upbeat music)
This is Billy Ray Fung.
- Hey.
- All right.
You gentlemen come with me.
I have a member that you have to meet.
This is my step-daughter, Allison.
- Newbies?
- [Perry] This is Bob.
(Allison chuckles)
- Welcome to the party that never stops.
Nice tie.
- [Perry] Come on guys, let me show you
the rest of the party. (upbeat music)
Come on.
(upbeat music) (people chattering)
(soft piano music)
- Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to go live world wide.
I give you Perry Norris.
(clapping)
- Okay.
Let's get this meeting underway.
- [Woman] Charles Does, thank you.
Fred Stawitz, thank you.
JoNathan Gwynn, thank you.
Farewell.
David Stuga, farewell, thank you.
Michelle Mower, you will be missed.
Steven Gilmore, thank you.
- Shit.
- [Woman] Travis Hathorne, thank you, farewell.
- Wow.
20 grand.
- [Woman] Thank you, Billy Pon.
Farewell.
- Things are gonna change for us.
- Oh I know.
(chuckling)
Look, look.
Let me get it.
(soft piano music)
Hey, you.
Two Jack and cokes, light on the coke.
(chuckles)
- Oh hey.
- Anthony Grant.
One of your fellow lawtarians.
- Right. (Chuckles)
Uh, how long you been a member?
- About a year.
Looks like you just got your signing bonus?
- Oh yeah, baby.
Can you believe it?
20 grand tonight?
- Yeah, that money's gonna keep rolling in.
Just hold onto your hat or you're gonna lose it.
- Oh, I got a good head for money.
- All right, man.
- Thank you.
Keep the change.
(James laughs)
(glasses clink)
(insects buzzing)
(laughing)
- I'm gonna make some good money.
- What is it?
- I can't say, but it's a sure thing.
- We can take a trip?
(laughing)
Go out to eat?
(gasps) You could buy me new clothes.
- I've got a lot of bills, you know.
(laughs)
A shopping spree sounds fun.
(laughing)
We'll be that much closer to our island paradise.
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ In my other life, oh ♪
This has really been paying.
The best thing that's ever happened to me.
- Me, too.
50K in three months. (Laughs)
Speaking of that guys, I gotta go.
I've got some cash to spend.
I'm looking forward to more people dying.
No offense.
Ka-ching.
(laughs)
- Sorry about that.
He can be an ass sometimes, but he's a good friend.
- Good friend or not, he needs to watch his tongue.
People that makes themselves a problem in this club
don't fare out too well.
- Huh?
(sighs)
- Shit happens to big mouths.
- Like what?
- Bad shit.
Trust me.
Let's get together sometime, though.
You and your lady.
My place, maybe?
Here, my address is on the card.
- And here
is my
info.
- Remember man, everybody in this club
has to watch their back.
(chuckles)
- To, to watching our backs. (Chuckles)
(glasses clink)
- Anthony, you naughty boy.
- Hey, babe.
- How are you tonight?
- Hm, you know I could be a lot better right now.
- I think we both know how you could be a lot better.
So, who's buying?
- Mm, if you're flyin'.
- Perfect.
- Hey.
Do you know her?
- Basically I know her, yeah.
- You're a lucky dog, man.
- So.
What's the plan, boys?
Are we starting a bromance or something?
- I mean, I'm not. (laughing)
(chuckles)
- Um.
(soft music)
(laughing)
Oh god, what the heck?
- What?
- You need to keep your ears cleaner.
- What?
- I almost busted my tooth on that junk
that fell out of your ear.
- What are you talking about?
Bob.
It's beautiful.
Where'd you get it?
- Out of your dirty ear.
Came into a little extra money and
thought I'd buy my best girl something.
- Well I'm one lucky girl.
It's gonna bring me all the luck in the world.
(soft music)
I love you.
(soft music)
(insects buzzing) (soft music)
(sighs)
(knocks)
(sighs)
(inhales deeply)
Knock again.
- Let's make a good impression, please.
- Come on, Bob, it's cold out here.
(knocks)
(Joni sighs)
(insects buzzing)
- Something must've come up.
- Very rude.
(soft piano music)
- [Woman] Farewell and thank you, William Moon.
Joshua Gillmore, farewell.
Thank you, Peter Kelly Jr.
Manny Mireles, you will be missed.
Anthony Grant, thank you. (soft piano music)
Thank you, Calista Reese.
- What the hell happened?
- That's tough, man.
- [Woman] Farwell and thank you, Aaron Ray Ballard.
- It's $30,000, holy shit.
(soft piano music)
- [Woman] Farewell and thank you, Joe DeMonico.
- You gonna open yours? (soft piano music)
- [Woman] Robert M. Reese.
You will be missed, thank you.
(soft, melancholy music)
- When you belong to our club, you get to attend a lot of wakes.
You'll get used to it.
- My skin's not as thick as yours, obviously.
- I'll never get used to this.
Anthony was a good friend.
I was the last one to see him.
The police came to my house looking for me,
thinking that I was a suspect.
- Allison, I'm sorry.
If there's anything I can do...
- We gotta go.
(soft, melancholy music)
Hey.
You don't have to take it so hard.
You barely knew the guy.
- It's just a shock.
I don't have many friends.
And we really bonded and,
I considered him a friend.
- Hey.
Why don't we go get a drink?
And relax a little.
Get shit faced for Anthony.
Come on.
(Bob chuckles)
A little drinky-drinky.
Let's go.
- Thanks for waiting to order.
- You usually never eat anyway.
- How do you know I won't today?
- All right, here we go.
Got the usual for Detective Gallagher.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you son.
- [Monard] Jesus.
If you're not going to, then I will.
- Fine.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
So let's see, Mr. Rat Eater was about...
Huh?
- Can I eat and not talk about rats?
- Eat.
There's nobody stoppin' ya.
- [Monard] Nevermind.
- So anyhow, Mr. Rat Eater was a white, middle aged guy,
living the high life.
No visible means of income.
- Yeah.
And he hasn't worked in over four years, either.
- Hey, maybe we'll get to do some
detective work for once, huh?
Drop your cock and grab your socks.
Time to go to work, partner.
Take it with you, goddammit.
- Fuck.
(blowing bubbles)
- I'm out, first thing tomorrow.
- Dude, we can't quit.
We need that island money.
- What's going on, guys?
Billy Ray gave major creeps.
"When you're a part of our club,"
"you get to attend a lot of funerals?"
What the hell is that?
- Bob?
- What?
We made a promise to Perry.
Right, James?
I can't tell you right now.
Just be patient.
(sniffing)
- Oh!
Mm.
If you're gonna make some omelets,
you've gotta break some eggs.
Unfortunately, Anthony was one of those eggs.
- That is fucked.
- Dude, that's the truth of our predicament.
You gotta make some omelets to get to the island, man.
- What the hell are you guys into?
- Oh.
A young island girl burying me in the sand.
That's the life.
♪ How did we get this far ♪
♪ And where do we go from here ♪
- [Gallagher] Bob!
- Can I help you?
- Detectives Gallagher and Monard.
You Bob McNulty?
- Yes.
- You mind if we have a little chat?
- About what?
- Let's start with Anthony.
- Anthony Grant? - Bingo.
- Why don't you tell us something that
could help us solve this case?
- Yeah, like a confession.
- What the hell?
- Well, just, I did it, I did it,
I'm sorry, some bullshit along those lines, you know?
(laughing)
Uh oh.
(sighs)
Houston Obituaries.
Hey Monard, take a look at that.
Look what daddy's little ginger G-man came up with.
Coochie, coochie.
Enough goddamn fucking bullshit.
You mind telling us what the fuck you were doing
outside of Mr. Grant's house?
- Do I need a lawyer?
- Not yet.
But pretty damn soon if you don't start talking to me.
For example...
Why did we find this in Mr. Grant's wallet?
You recognize the handwriting?
- Yeah, it's mine.
- Let me tell you what, Bob.
I'm gonna give you a couple days
so that you can come up with some really good bullshit,
and it better be entertaining.
And then I want you to call me.
Got it?
Hm?
Let's get the fuck out of here.
(tense, dramatic music)
- [Bob] I want out.
- You know there's only one way out.
- I won't tell a soul.
- It's not a good idea to tell anyone.
These are ironclad, my friend.
Plus, you signed this.
Ever hear of conspiracy?
Fraud?
(scoffs)
Having friends die is a part of life.
It's what you signed up for, right?
- Right.
- Those cops you've been talking to?
Handle it.
Make it go away, or we will. (tense, dramatic music)
Or it just might be your policy being paid out next.
(tense, dramatic music)
Still friends? (tense, dramatic music)
- Of course.
Thanks.
(insects buzzing)
- That aint gonna help him now, partner.
Same MO.
Victims are well dressed, relatively clean cut,
except for the missing face.
- I don't know.
No, I don't like it.
- The victims are all similar, right?
In both cases, the perp killed viciously, right?
Except for the fact that he used a rusty, ragged
beer can to rip this guy's face off.
(sighs)
Which brings me to my next point.
That why I only drink out of a bottle.
- No thanks, Jimmy.
You know I don't partake in that.
- You see enough of this shit, that'll change.
(insects buzzing)
- [Monard] Where are you goin'?
- Gonna have me a little think over here.
A think and a drink.
(insects buzzing)
(tense, dramatic music)
Hey, Monard!
Get your butt over here. (tense, dramatic music)
Daddy's got a little surprise for you, son.
(tense, dramatic music)
- [People] Go, go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
♪ Homie get your ass in line ♪
♪ Homie get your ass around ♪
♪ Really you should sit it down ♪
♪ Really you should listen now ♪ Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
(cheering) ♪ Round, round ♪
♪ You're impatiently waiting ♪
♪ Well I'm impatiently patient ♪
♪ Back and forth, really really ♪
♪ Just looking for safety, uh ♪
- I wanna spin again.
♪ I got a pack birds to fight ♪
♪ And a word that bites, uh ♪
♪ Your ass in line ♪
- [Perry] Let the meeting come to order.
- Maybe later, Billy Ray.
♪ Round, round, you impatiently waiting ♪
♪ Well I'm impatiently patient ♪
♪ Back and forth, really really ♪
♪ Just looking for safety, uh ♪
- Ah, cash coming in like all get out. (Laughs)
- It's a hard way to make a living.
- It aint that hard.
Just stash your cash and you're done.
- Oh hi, Billy.
- You owe me a kiss.
Your loss.
You've gotta admit, that last pop was really nice.
- Yep.
We only had to see four members die for it.
- I'm gonna miss those people too, but,
that's what we signed up for, isn't it?
(soft music) (people chattering)
(sniffing)
Mmm.
(soft music)
- That was...
Quick?
- Uh...
I don't know, um...
I guess 'cause you're just so sexy.
(Joni laughs)
- I hope it won't be a recurring problem,
me being so sexy.
- I've been under a lot of stress lately, you know,
with the club and all.
- How's that going, by the way?
- I can't talk about it.
- Well, we could...
Give it another go?
No? Okay.
Sorry.
- What?
- I shouldn't have asked.
- Okay, so we got three victims now.
Here, here, and here.
Okay.
- So all of the bodies are within a 10 mile radius?
- [Gallagher] Yep.
- And all of them had big, dead, black rats
in or around them?
- Yep.
All unemployed.
All seemingly well off.
No money in the bank.
- Okay, so we've got a pattern.
- [Gallagher] Mhm, damn straight.
- Now what?
- Lubricate the old crime solving gears?
- Again?
- I'll take that as a no.
- All right, well I gotta get home
to the wife and kids.
Dinner.
Why don't you come and join us?
- Well, to be honest, last time I ate
your wife's cooking, I had diarrhea for a fuckin' month.
- I'm gonna tell her you said that.
- No, don't tell her I said that.
I got ulcerative colitis, you know, so.
Yeah.
(Bob sighs)
(soft Hawaiian music)
- Well Scooter, old boy, daddy's really
getting his life back in order, isn't he?
(inhales deeply)
Hm.
(soft Hawaiian music)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- [Billy] Funny little party we had tonight, eh?
- Who is this?
- [Billy] The people that you're making friends with,
funny folks.
- Hey.
Fast money's making everybody kind of crazy, buddy.
I mean, isn't that what we all dream about?
Being eccentric?
Hm?
What do you care who I'm friends with?
- [Billy] I was friends with Anthony.
- I was friends with him, too.
What's the point?
- [Billy] I think he died by the lottery.
Meet me at Guns and Ammo at midnight.
I got a plan.
(soft, mysterious music)
- Go ahead, dude.
Pop some off.
It relieves stress.
You hit that target even once,
and I'll spill part of my plan.
- Yeah?
- Go ahead.
- Okay.
Okay.
(Bob clears throat)
(gunshot)
(chuckles)
Wow.
That is awesome.
- Try it again.
- First tell me.
- Maybe I'll hip you to the plan or maybe not.
Go ahead.
(exhales deeply)
(gunshot)
(phone ringing)
- What?
- [Allison] Hey, Bob.
- How's it going tonight?
This is Allison, you know, from the bottle.
- How uh, could I forget?
(Allison chuckles)
- [Allison] We're lonely.
- Who?
(Allison laughs)
- [Allison] Me and my spinning friend.
Bob, are you there?
- Yeah.
(Allison chuckles)
- [Allison] You busy, or can you help
a girl and her bottle out?
- Here you buddy.
Well, eat it.
(scoffs)
(door opens) (door closes)
- Yoo hoo.
Bobby.
(soft music)
- Let me, uh, take that. (Allison chuckles)
Um...
(soft music)
♪ When I'm wanting something new ♪
♪ I lose me ♪
How much do you want?
- All of it.
♪ You undress me with eyes like that ♪
♪ It's all coming out of my head ♪
♪ Coming out of my skin ♪
(laughing)
♪ My skin is rough but you could free it ♪
♪ And give my heart a break ♪
What's wrong Bobby?
You don't like me?
♪ 'Cause there's nothing else ♪
♪ That can take my heartache away, away ♪
♪ No, no, no ♪
♪ I need you, babe ♪
♪ No, no, no ♪
♪ I feel so insane, insane, insane, insane ♪
(soft music)
- I've always cared about you.
I always will.
I just want you to be happy.
But I don't think you're happy right now.
With me, with us.
I think maybe we should see other people.
- See other people?
Who is she?
(soft piano music)
- You don't know her.
- How long?
- Not long. - How long, Bob?
(water splashes)
(Joni sobbing) (soft piano music)
- I'm sorry.
- After everything I've stood by you for,
all the bad times, this is what I get?
This is what I get?
Screw you. (soft piano music)
I deserve better.
Fuck off, Bob.
(door closes) Yeah, let's see other people.
- So, listen, they want us to come to
the surprise party for Andrew.
The Tiki Bar, on Friday.
(chuckling)
Will you be my date?
- Why do they have these parties?
- It's called an Oops There It Is.
It's... (laughing)
It's where they basically take advantage
of somebody's weaknesses, so that we get faster pay offs.
- That's hardcore.
- Yeah, but that's what they sign up for.
♪ Get, get into game ♪
- Ivan, what did you put in this?
You put your dick in here?
Did you put your dick into my drink?
(man groans) (laughing)
- Yes!
Oh, god.
- Thanks, man. - No problem.
- Hey.
Have you seen my new car?
Have I showed it to you?
- [Man] No.
- It's a Ferrari.
It's red.
- That's a beauty. - Fast.
- Hey fellas.
What's the party for, hm?
- Doing a little recruiting for our club.
- A club?
Sounds like fun.
Can I join?
- I think you've got a couple of openings I could fill.
(chuckles)
(rock music) (people chattering)
(tense, dramatic music)
- [Gallagher] What you got, boys?
- [Monard] All right, gentlemen, where's the vehicle?
- Other side of the bridge.
- The Lord, you remember.
- Oh yeah, the Lord.
Let us praise him on high.
Hallelujah.
- All right.
Cause of death?
- Well, I'm guessing it might've had something to do
with that brand new red Ferrari dropping
a hundred feet off the road and landing on solid concrete,
but that's just me.
Yep.
High rates of speed and copious amounts of alcohol
do not mix for little kiddies.
Uh...
Wanna take a little guess at who was riding shotgun?
- I already know what you're thinking.
- Our old friend, Mr. Black Rat.
- Another black rat.
- [Gallagher] Another one.
(soft jazzy music)
- Hey. (snaps fingers)
Geez.
Don't you think you need to slow down on that shit?
(laughs)
No, really.
- Really?
Really?
- What are you?
(sniffs)
- Really?
Really, really?
Really?
(sniffs)
(grunts)
- Come on James.
I mean, you are falling apart.
You gotta stop.
Okay?
- You don't know me.
You don't know what I need.
Now I know I need a stiff drink
and I need cooler friends.
(upbeat, funky music)
Really?
- What are you doing here?
- A girl gets dumped, she needs to make some new friends.
- That's not a good idea.
- It was good enough for you.
And her.
- This is a choice you can't take back.
- Whatever.
You are so full of shit.
(people chattering)
- [Billy] Hey.
- Jesus.
- Can we get together after this?
- Yeah, I guess.
- Come on dude, stop your moping.
- I'm not moping.
Aren't you gonna put these on?
- I don't wanna mess up my hair.
- Oh yeah.
(sighs)
Woo.
(gunshot)
- Practice makes perfect.
Have you heard anything from the police?
- Uh, yeah.
A few weeks back.
- A guy named Gallagher?
- Yes.
How did you know?
- Same guy came to see me the other day.
What's up, Bob?
- This was after Anthony died.
- You mean was killed?
I got a guy who can get us passports
and other shit that we need to get out of this.
I can give you more info soon,
if you don't spill the beans and I get killed.
- Oh no, I won't, I swear.
- Okay, let's try the big boy guns.
♪ If you love, you love ♪
♪ You know I'd risk it for you baby ♪
(upbeat music) (gunshots)
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ If you love, you love ♪
♪ You know I'd risk it for you baby ♪
♪ If you love, you love ♪
♪ You know, let me see you change, yeah ♪
♪ If you love, if you love, if you love ♪
♪ Then let me see you be, yeah ♪
♪ If you love, if you love, if you love ♪
♪ Then let me see you be, yeah ♪
♪ If you love, you love ♪
♪ You know, then let me see you change, yeah ♪
(upbeat music)
- Um.
I'm really sorry about Joni showing up.
- That's just part of the game.
To the living.
- To us.
(glasses clink)
- Yeah baby, to us.
I'm ready to go again.
And this time,
it's your turn.
(slaps)
(soft, distorted music)
- [James] Oh, be more generous than that, come on.
- [All] Uh one,
uh two,
uh three...
♪ Bless your soul ♪ (laughing)
♪ Three eyes on him, baby ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ If you got it hard ♪
♪ You're twice as good ♪ (laughing)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
♪ Now you can go ♪
Hello?
♪ Save you now ♪
Bob, hello?
- Bob hello?
- I need your help.
- I'm serious, he said.
- Talk to me, man.
I need your help. ♪ To be true ♪
I've been doing a lot of thinking.
I need you to come pick me up
because I can't do it myself.
Why won't you say anything?
No, I don't wanna change my long distance service.
(knocking)
Oh.
Ladies. ♪ Can you see me ♪
Someone's at the door.
♪ Everybody ♪ (rock music)
♪ Everybody ♪ (Rock music)
- [Woman] What is it?
- [James] Magic, it's snowing.
- [Woman] Ooh.
♪ If you know me well, then ♪
♪ You know that I've grown to love my pain ♪
- Oh!
Oh my god.
(laughs)
Merry Christmas.
(laughing)
♪ As they come ♪
Oh.
It's gonna be a white Christmas.
♪ 'Cause it can feel ♪
♪ I don't ever wanna change a thing ♪
♪ And I won't ever ♪
- Heroin overdose.
James didn't do heroin.
Some...
Somebody did this to him.
- Now hold on, baby, you're just upset.
- Forget that.
It's the truth.
- Allison.
Why don't you go get Bob a drink?
Run along now.
Hey, Bob.
Sorry to hear about James.
- You know, I brought him into the club.
- Watch who you talk to.
- What do you know?
- I know you should leave the dead alone.
There's been talk.
I got our paperwork working.
They find out, and we are dead.
- What secrets are you boys telling?
(laughing)
- Joni, please.
I saw you at James's funeral today.
I miss you.
I know, I know I've been a jerk.
I need to talk to you.
Can we talk tonight?
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always ♪
♪ Be around ♪
I guess now is not a good time.
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ♪
Oh, god.
Well come in, I guess.
- Going somewhere?
- I was thinking about taking a trip.
- Don't!
- It's a free country.
- Not for you it fuckin' aint.
- Did you notice I'm losing my friends?
- Mhm.
But you're still alive though, right?
That means you're my number one suspect.
- What?
You know it's not me.
- Well convince me.
- How?
- Get me some information.
- Information?
About what? - You know what fuckin' what!
Now either you're gonna help me,
or you're gonna go down hard, right up the pooper.
- I don't think you can make me.
- Oh yeah?
Just hide and watch, pal.
- Well I lost your card.
(tense, dramatic music)
James? (tense, dramatic music)
(grunting)
(breathing heavily)
(tense, dramatic music)
"Keep your fucking mouth shut,"
"or die like your friends."
Fuck.
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on, oh yeah ♪
- [Disguised Person] Want a smoke?
- [Man] What the hell are you talking about?
(lighter ignites)
What the fuck are you doing with that thing?
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
♪ And if you really love me ♪
♪ Let the love letters be long ♪
(man grunts)
♪ Yeah ♪
(man screaming)
♪ And if you let it happen, it will be what is happening ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
(yelling)
♪ And if you let it happen, it will be what is happening ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
♪ And if you really love me ♪
♪ Let the love letters be long ♪
♪ And if you let if happen it will be what is happening ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I can't believe you put a gun to my head, oh yeah ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
- It could be anyone.
- Not me.
- Yeah, even you, as far as I'm concerned.
But I trust you.
By the way, the stuff's on its way.
- Bob!
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
♪ And if you really love me ♪
♪ Let the love letters be long ♪
Ow!
(laughs)
You lost your sheep?
♪ And if you let it happen, it will be what is happening ♪
I found the wool.
(laughs)
♪ And if you let it happen, it will be what is happening ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
You're cute as Bo Peep.
- Love the cleavage.
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
- Thanks.
(chuckles)
- You look happy.
- Well who said money can't buy you happiness?
- Anthony and James.
- Yeah.
That's true.
♪ And if you really love me ♪
♪ Let the love letters be long ♪
♪ And if you let it happen, it will be what is happening ♪
♪ If you let it happen, it will be what is happening ♪
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
♪ If you gotta get with it ♪
♪ Then give me the keep on ♪
♪ If you gotta be it, then you be the most ♪
♪ And if you gotta live it, then live your goal set ♪
♪ Done, done, on to the next one ♪
(moaning)
- [Joni] Oh yeah, find that wool.
Oh yeah. (moaning)
♪ Keep on, keep on, keeping the keep on ♪
♪ And if you let it happen ♪
Come here.
Oh yeah, I missed you. - I missed you too.
- [Joni] Show me.
- Allison, it's Bob.
Uh, give me a call when you get this, okay?
We need to talk.
I think I made a mistake.
- Hey. (Knocks)
- What, what?
Holy fuck.
What are you doin', Monard?
What? What the fuck you doin'?
- Looks like you had a rough night.
- You don't know the half of it.
My nose, is it broken?
- No.
And if you did,
it'd actually be an improvement.
Geez.
- Fuck, dude.
- No, no, no, nope.
- Hey, what the fuck you doin'?
That's a perfectly good bottle of booze!
- Not today, partner.
- Bullshit!
- This booze?
It's not good for you. - Up yours!
- Calm down, listen.
We got a new killing.
Downtown.
- Well why the fuck didn't you say so in the first place?
Hop in.
(car starts up) Let's go!
Hop in, Monard!
(sirens blaring)
(police radio chatter)
Holy fuck.
- The tongue is completely gone.
- Cover that shit up, I've seen enough.
- I don't think you have.
(tense music)
- Fucking McNulty!
- And he likes to spell.
(exhales)
(tense music)
Oh.
Okay, you might wanna watch your step.
(Gallagher coughing)
(spits)
- What kind of mistake?
- The mistake of letting Joni go.
- Oh, no you didn't.
Oh no you fucking didn't.
You don't get to fucking say that to me.
- Allison...
I thought I loved you, I did. (Allison chuckles)
But Joni and I have been through it all.
(grunts)
- Love?
You think this had anything to do with love?
(laughs)
You don't get to dump me.
I dump you.
When I'm ready.
- Allison, I'm sorry.
- You're not sorry yet, asshole.
(tense, dramatic music)
Oh.
And another thing: you and your little bitch
are in a world full of trouble.
(tense, dramatic music)
- I need you to get me the information we need,
so we can shut this thing down.
- Get a search warrant.
- No proof.
Noting to go on.
Now if you can get me the evidence I need
to prove my theory,
bam!
Trust me.
It's in there.
- Trust you?
Why?
- Feast your eyes on this, fuck stool.
- [Bob] Jesus.
- And they're coming after you next.
And you've got nobody else to turn to.
Nobody.
- Great.
- I thought you'd see it my way.
- [Man] What kind of trouble is it?
- [Woman] The worst kind.
(gasps)
- We have to get the islands.
They're gonna get us.
- It was just a dream.
Just a bad dream.
- That doesn't mean we're not in danger.
We need to get our cash and run.
- Just like that?
I don't think so.
- Why?
- Because I don't really trust you anymore, Bob.
You really hurt me.
- I'm sorry.
We've been through so much together.
We've seen the good and the bad.
We need to put that behind us.
Make a fresh start.
Hey.
We need to get safe.
I have a way.
Hey. (soft, melancholy music)
Hey.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
- McNulty, is that you?
- Yeah.
- Gallagher here.
Hey, listen.
I...
I got some bad news for you.
- What?
- Billy Ray Fung is dead.
(Gallagher sighs)
I think, I think we need to talk, McNulty.
(sighs)
I think we need to talk, buddy.
- Hey, buddy, come on.
We're gonna go for a little trip.
(tense, melancholy music)
You, me, Joni,
and a lot of women on the beach, buddy.
- [Gallagher] Hello?
Hello, McNulty?
Hey, McNulty, are you there?
- Hey.
Hey, we gotta go, babe.
- Bob.
I'm scared.
- Look, we don't have a choice.
Billy Ray is dead, okay?
- And what are we gonna do?
Change our names, run forever?
- Look, I'm on my way over now.
Get your shit together.
(tense, dramatic music)
(knocking)
(tense, dramatic music)
(knocking)
(tense, dramatic music)
Joni?
(tense, dramatic music)
Joni?
(tense, dramatic music)
Joni?
Baby?
You here?
Oh.
Ow.
(tense, dramatic music)
Oh geez.
Joni?
Baby?
Baby, wake up.
Please. Oh god, no.
Oh, no.
Who did this to you?
- Hi, Bob.
- What are you doing here?
- I've been killing Joni.
And now I'm going to kill you, too.
- No, please.
Please.
- Please what?
- No, don't.
(Allison laughs)
- Oh.
- We could talk this out.
- Oh, I'm sure we can, Bob.
- I promise.
I never, I never meant to hurt you.
Okay?
- [Allison] Bob, are you crying?
- No, don't. - Oh poor Bob.
- [Bob] Don't pull the trigger, please.
Okay?
(Allison grunts)
(dramatic music)
- Bobby?
I've got a present for you.
(dramatic music)
(phone beeps)
- [Gallagher] This is SPD, Jimmy Gallagher.
I aint here right now.
I don't really give a fuck.
Have a nice day. (phone beeps)
- My girlfriend's just been murdered by Allison Mason.
Then get to the mansion, I'll meet you there.
Fuck the warrant.
(police radio chatter)
(tense, dramatic music)
- Bobby, I'm home.
I guess you know now I set you up.
I'm the man, Bobby.
When I need a sucker, I look around for
the oh woe is me, lonely boy type.
I mean, did you just get here off the farm?
It took me all of 15 seconds to have you.
You couldn't see it coming if it came up
and bit you in the ass with hundred foot fangs, could you?
What did you think it would be like?
(scoffs)
The ending of a fucking True Detective story
where you save the girl and end up
riding off into the sunset?
I don't think so, motherfucker.
You're gonna die. (tense, dramatic music)
(Bob grunts)
(dramatic music) (grunting)
(gunshot) (Allison yells)
(heavy breathing) (dramatic music)
(Allison whimpering)
(dramatic music)
- Bob.
I think maybe we should sit down
and have a little talk.
Just come into my office, I have a proposal for you.
- Forget that.
You're going to jail.
Police are on their way.
- Gallagher?
You're talking about Gallagher?
Gallagher had an unfortunate accident.
He's dead.
That's murder you just committed.
Thank you for that, by the way.
You know, you fuck your step daughter a few times
and the little whore wants to ruin your whole fuckin' life.
Bob.
Let's talk. (tense, dramatic music)
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Do you mind if I get something?
- Slow.
(tense, dramatic music)
- All yours.
Walk away, forget about our club, disappear.
- You killed my friends.
- No, I killed no one.
Be a winner.
- My friends are all dead.
- Yes, they are.
Nothing we can do about that.
Don't be a loser.
Take the money.
Be a winner.
- Okay.
(gunshot)
(tense, dramatic music)
I win.
(tense, dramatic music)
(soft music)
- Welcome to the island.
- Is there white sand?
There has to be white sand.
- It is. There's a perfect spot on the beach, just as you asked.
(car starts up)
(soft, melancholy music)
(soft, rhythmic music) (waves crashing)
(soft, melancholy music) (waves crashing)
- All you do now, James, is lay back and relax.
(waves crashing)
Just lay back and relax.
♪ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always love you ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always ♪
♪ Be around ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always love you ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always be around ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always love you ♪
♪ And it's fair to say you'll always love me too ♪
♪ And I look around the room ♪
♪ Look around the room ♪
♪ And I look around the room ♪
♪ I look around the room ♪
♪ Look around the room ♪
♪ And all I see is you ♪
♪ And all I see ♪
♪ Is you ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always want you ♪
♪ And it's fair to say I'll always want to ♪
(soft piano music)
♪ Move like a gun is put up to your head ♪
♪ Move like the sun's at your heels ♪
♪ Go where a hundred wild horses would roam ♪
♪ Go into the darkest night ♪
♪ 'Cause you will regret never chasing your dreams ♪
♪ Living them out in your sleep ♪
♪ You're getting older ♪
♪ And that means less bolder ♪
♪ Don't lose a race to your death ♪
♪ 'Cause you only get one ♪
♪ Life worth living ♪
♪ So go take a chance ♪
♪ On a dream ♪
(soft music)