- You said. You said I could see him.
- I know I did, Caleb.
- So then why are you saying no?
- I'm not.
Honey, I just want to understand
why now, after all this time?
- Because I want to.
I shouldn't have to explain that to you.
- What's going on?
- None of your business, Ray.
Oh, my God, you're such a liar!
- Caleb! - Hey, watch your mouth.
[door slams]
What was that all about?
- He wants to see his father.
- Maybe you should let him.
There's a lot of fatherless kids out there right now.
- You're his father in all the ways that matter, Ray.
Lou is his pen pal.
The only time we hear from him
is when he sends a birthday or Christmas card.
- Look, I get it, but he seemed pretty cool when I met him.
- You don't know him like I do.
Coughing up child support doesn't make him
the father Caleb wants or needs.
- Facts.
- You have an opinion on this?
- I do, but I'm not trying to overstep my boundaries.
- Just tell me what you think.
- He's a 14-year-old kid.
You know, he's going through a lot of changes right now.
All right? But he's smart, and he's damn sure mature.
'Cause you made him that way. - [scoffs]
- Now you just--
you gotta trust him.
- What if it's a disaster?
I mean, what if Lou says no?
- And what if he doesn't?
Look, whatever you decide,
I'ma rock with you, all right?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
[soft dramatic music]
We got this.
♪
[insects droning]
- So you're really going to hang it up?
- And leave all this glamour behind?
[suspenseful music]
That's right, big brother.
Today's my last job.
- Hell, I do this work for free.
I'm in it for the rush.
♪
- Just remember, play it cool.
The warehouse should be empty.
There's only two guards on duty.
How we looking, Chico?
[radio static buzzes]
♪
- Jammer's almost ready.
I'll knock out those cameras, but once the Wi-Fi goes,
it'll trigger the silent alarm.
- Yeah, we'll have three minutes.
On my mark.
Ready?
Mark.
- Hitting the gate now.
♪
- I'm at the door.
- Opening the door now.
[door clicks and beeps]
♪
- Setting charges. Mark 30.
- Copy, 30.
♪
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Don't want to rush this part.
♪
[steady beeping]
- [grunts]
[beeping]
♪
Fire in the hole.
[engine turns over]
[beep]
[loud clang]
[alarm wailing]
♪
[alarm wailing]
♪
- [laughs]
Oh, baby!
[chuckling] Oh!
Oh, Nate, where the hell'd you find this place?
- Consider it my parting gift to you.
♪
- Chatter in the police band. They're scrambling cars.
- Right on schedule.
♪
- Yellow bags first. Yellow bags first.
♪
- [exhales]
[gunshots]
Go, keep going. I got this.
Hey, pal!
Everything's insured, right?
No reason to die over someone else's money.
Tell you what.
You give us 58 seconds, we'll be out of your hair.
How does that sound?
[grunts]
♪
No, wait, wait, wait, wait!
[gunshots] - [grunts]
- Damn it.
[breathing heavily]
♪
- You OK? - I'm good.
- Yo, we gotta go, man. We gotta go, we gotta go!
- Let's go. We gotta move.
Go, go, go, go.
- The hell happened?
- Mike went a little off book.
- That security guard almost killed Nate.
- I was fine, you lunatic.
- Ain't no time to argue. Cops are almost here.
- [groans]
♪
[tires screeching]
♪
Wait for it.
[watches beeping]
♪
[engine turns over]
♪
[tense music]
♪
- Remy Scott, this is Jimmy Givens,
bank robbery coordinator out of the Atlanta field office.
- Nice to meet you. - You too.
First things first, where's the bank?
- You're looking at it. Agee Cash Logistics.
They pick up money from commercial clients,
including the largest banks in the U.S.,
then move that cash in armored trucks
to facilities like this one.
- It looks like a warehouse. - That's part of the appeal.
Banks hire third parties like Agee to store their money
in nondescript, secure locations
just like this one all over the U.S.
- Ain't that secure.
You like anybody for this? - Nah.
- Remy, this is Jodi Baldwin, branch manager at Agee.
- I don't know how this happened.
This branch has two separate alarm systems,
4-inch thick steel walls,
motion-sensing cameras, the works.
- Any cameras catch the robbers?
- Unfortunately, no.
They used this radio frequency jammer,
which means that they knocked out all cell signal and Wi-Fi
within a five-block radius.
- That's what cut our cameras and alerted police.
- A lot more sophisticated than the Dillinger Gang,
tell you that much.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct PA announcement]
- So it looks like they used linear-shaped charges
to cut through the vault door.
- I'll have bomb squad test the chemical composition,
see if we can source where the explosives came from.
- They didn't make it out totally unscathed.
Have the lab run this blood through CODIS.
- They timed this robbery perfectly.
In and out in under three minutes.
- We've had a handful of false alarms over the last few weeks.
- You think they were testing the system?
- Or police response time, is my guess.
- This crew's well-organized. All this is pretty textbook.
- Aside from killing that guard.
[tense somber music]
- How big was their take?
- About $1.2 million, not that much.
This branch is scheduled to shut down.
That might be one of the reasons it was targeted.
Agee recently moved my team
and most of the deposits stored here
to our North Carolina facility.
- How much is usually kept in one of these branches?
- Over $100 million moves through Charlotte each day.
- That's a lot of cabbage, Jodi.
- It's the new banking mecca of the South.
They were running a skeleton crew here.
I tried to warn them about it.
Now a man is dead.
♪
- Hana, see if you can ID
where those RF jammers were purchased.
Pull files on all the Agee employees.
Ray, Barnes, dig in on those explosives.
Military bases, demolition sites, contractors.
They probably stole them to avoid a paper trail.
- Locals just found where the crew dumped their telecom van.
They swapped it out for a green Kia
at an abandoned lot about a mile from here.
We've got a partial plate. BOLO's already gone wide.
- Yeah, we'll track down the Kia.
Let's roll. Time is money.
♪
[elevator dings] - All right, baby.
It'll be fine. I gotta go. Talk to you.
- Agents, Mr. Greeley is expecting you.
- Yeah. - Everything OK?
- Uh, a little family drama.
Caleb wants to see his father and Cora's not feeling it.
- Why?
- Well, she believes that Lou is unreliable.
That if Caleb called him, that he'd blow him off.
But he didn't.
He actually decided to hang out.
- Being a stepdad is hard, man.
You got to navigate that weird in-between.
- He's a 14-year-old boy
who wants to hang out with his father.
I'm not getting in the way of that.
- That's surprisingly mature of you.
- I have my moments.
- Thank you.
- Agents, Sally tells me
you're looking into that break-in we had a while back.
- Yeah, we're investigating a robbery at Agee Cash Logistics.
The perpetrators blew the vault doors clean off the hinges.
- We tested the trace chemical composition
of the explosives they used.
Came back consistent with RDX.
- I was afraid you'd say that.
Someone made off with about 12 yards' worth
of our largest shaped charges two weeks back.
- Could those explosives
cut through a steel vault like that?
- Load that size ought to punch through four,
maybe five inches of reinforced steel.
- And you keep this stuff just laying around?
- I'll tell you what I told the police.
We've never been robbed before.
I'm changing the locks.
I'm upgrading my security system, too.
- And what about your cameras?
Cameras, we've had in place for years.
Caught those two turkeys who broke in on our security feed.
Wish it was a clearer shot.
Local PD were unable to identify either suspect.
[tense music]
- It's nothing.
All right, thank you.
♪
- Can Nate even hold a gun?
- Look, Mike said it was a through and through, all right?
This is just phase one.
The real score is right around the corner.
- Better be.
- Nah, look.
Get what we need, and keep your eyes open, all right?
I'm going shopping.
- [grunts]
♪
- No worries, we'll have it filled by the end of the day.
It'll be here when you get here.
Bye. [phone clicks]
♪
[gasps]
- Get in! Head down.
Get down!
- All right.
- How's your shoulder?
- It's fine, it's fine.
♪
[sighs]
Just ready for all this to be over.
- You know, uh, maybe now's not the right time
to call it quits.
There's going to be a lot of heat on us after that job.
- Yeah, whose fault is that, Mike?
- The clock was running.
- Oh, yeah? I thought you were worried about me.
♪
- I ain't going back to prison.
- Then don't be stupid.
♪
Look, I want off this ride, Mike.
Preferably before the music stops.
And stunts like shooting a security guard
is going to get us all pinched if we're not careful.
- You know, Nate,
this life we lead,
it chooses you as much as you choose it,
and there's no walking away.
♪
Told you we needed to ditch that ride.
♪
- Engine's still pinging. They got to be close by.
♪
- Where the hell are they?
One of their guys was injured, right?
- Yeah.
You two secure the car, OK? We'll be back.
- Quick, grab the funny money.
♪
No, not that one. The bag with the yellow tape.
♪
[door bell jingles]
- You see anybody suspicious come through here?
- No.
♪
- Remy!
Hey, he's headed out back!
- FBI!
Move, move, move, move, move!
♪
- [panting]
♪
- [grunts]
- Hang tight. We'll be back, OK?
- OK.
- Hey, amigo.
- [speaks Spanish]
- Felicidades.
- [grunting]
- Come on, come on!
[men speaking in Spanish]
[tires screech]
- Hey! Hey, stop there!
Stop!
Put it down. Put it down!
Put it down.
Hey!
- Hey, leave that there. Leave that there!
- Did you see which way they went?
- No.
- Leave it where you found it! - Grab it, go!
- [cheers and laughs]
- Locals rounded up most of the robbery crew's decoys,
but there's still a few left in the wind.
- Well, the money should be easily recovered.
All of it is consecutive bills from the Fed,
another Agee client. - Yeah.
- Which is worthless to our fugitives.
These pricks are good.
- So the pharmacist confirmed
the two guys who robbed the drugstore
look a lot like our unsubs who boosted the explosives.
- What'd they take?
- Not much. A little morphine, some antibiotics.
- Basic triage for a gunshot wound.
[sighs] What about the rest of this crew?
Are we any closer to IDing any of them?
- We've got a familial hit from the CODIS offender index.
Now, that bloodstain left in the vault
was a 25% match to Ronald Perry.
He's an inmate at the federal lockup in Atlanta.
Now, Ronnie's got a jacket a mile long,
but his specialty is bank robberies.
- 25%. Does Ronnie have any grandkids?
- No. He has two nephews, Mike and Nate Perry.
Mike served time for assault with a deadly weapon.
He was released last year and dropped off the grid.
Nate has no criminal history, but he has a spotty tax record
attached to an apartment in the Old Fourth Ward.
- If Agee was one and done,
these guys would have divvied up the money by now
and pulled a Houdini.
- You don't think they're done?
- Not even close.
You three go check out Nate's apartment.
Ray and I are going to go pay Uncle Ronnie a little visit.
- Why the hell would I help you jam up my own family?
- You're looking at a 25-year bid, Ronnie.
You help us out, I can request a downward departure,
shave a few years off.
25 years is a mighty long time.
- Did the boys really kill somebody at that Agee heist?
- A security guard.
He had a two-year-old daughter.
I'm guessing leaving dead bodies
is something that you would have taught them to avoid.
- Damn right.
Look, I shouldn't even be talking to you,
but I'm worried my nephews might be over their skis here.
[clears throat]
[soft suspenseful music]
♪
I took the boys in after my sister passed,
when Mike and Nate were just teenagers.
Those two are like sons to me.
- So you taught them the family business.
- Yeah.
I taught them everything I know.
- We're concerned that Agee might be their first target
in a crime spree.
Who's in charge here?
- Mike's always been a bit of a wild child.
Loves the thrill as much as the score.
But Nate's the brains of the operation.
He was such a smart, sweet kid.
I tried to convince him to go to college, live a normal life.
Then Mike roped him in.
A few weeks back, Nate told me he met some girl,
said he was planning on running off with her.
Best guess?
This was Nate's plan, but Mike's cracking the whip.
Nate gave me a new cell number
just in case he had to leave town real quick.
- Put it in there.
- U.S. attorney's office will be in touch.
♪
[knocks]
[door buzzes]
♪
- [sighs] Let's go find Nate's cell.
If he thinks it's still secret,
he might be dumb enough to use it.
- I almost want to feel sorry for the guy.
He was only teaching him what he knew.
- Are you kidding?
He just sold his nephews out for a haircut on his sentence.
Uncle Ronnie's looking out for numero uno.
- Clear.
- All clear.
- Yeah, there's not much to search through.
This place looks like one of those model units.
- Maybe Nate hates clutter just as much as you do.
- If it doesn't spark joy, let it go.
- I've got a stack of prepaid SIM cards here.
Maybe he's planning on running.
- Well, if that's the case,
I don't think he's going about it alone.
He bought this multi-carat ring for somebody special.
- We think Nate's planning a permanent honeymoon.
- But where to?
- Venezuela, Cuba.
Nate just qualified for his private pilot license,
and those are the closest non-extradition countries.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[drill whirs]
- Whoa, easy! Go, go, go!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there.
Uh-huh. I'll take that.
- [grunts]
- Get in. Get in!
♪
- We got the sprinter van.
All right, I'll see you soon.
[door slams]
Drive.
[engine turns over]
♪
- OK, just slow down. Tell me exactly what happened.
- Uh, the guy, he yanked me out of the van,
then he pistol-whipped me.
That is the last thing I remember.
- The attendant saw everything
through the security cams and called the cops.
The crew loaded up in the back of an Agee sprinter van
and forced the driver to head east.
- Can we track their location?
- Not without this. So I checked.
Nate only powered his phone on for a second.
He made one outgoing call to a Mecklenburg County,
then he immediately shut it down.
- [sighs]
- What were you guys carrying in the van?
- That's the weird part. The van was empty.
We had just dropped off a large cache of jewelry
at a trade show in Chattanooga.
We were headed back to Agee when we got the call.
- What call?
- Some robbery down in Atlanta.
Corporate had us divert to the next closest branch.
- And where's that?
- Charlotte.
[chuckling] We were less than an hour from home.
- OK, so any security breach triggers Agee
to reroute traffic and all security deposits to Charlotte?
- Yes, ma'am. Standard protocol.
- That must be why they hit Atlanta first.
- Thanks.
- To fatten up the score
and gain access to the mother lode in Charlotte.
- Yeah, they weren't robbing the sprinter van.
They're using it like a Trojan horse to get inside.
We got to head to Charlotte. - I'll let Remy know.
♪
- All clear.
You're good.
- Thanks. Have a good day.
♪
[ominous notes]
♪
- Thought there were two of you on this rig.
- After we got rerouted, my bagman begged off in Atlanta.
- Gotta get some R&R when you can at this company.
♪
Hey, man, we've got an issue back here.
Your seal is cracked.
Hey, mister--
- Hold it. [cocks gun]
[knocks on door]
No sudden movements.
- How we doing today?
♪
- Come on.
[door slams]
♪
- We're 15 minutes behind Nina.
Locals are scrambling to Agee now.
- Tell them to lay back.
They can stop anybody from coming or going,
but do not approach until our team arrives on scene.
- All right, copy that.
- See if you can reach Jodi Baldwin.
- The Agee branch manager? - Exactly.
According to her, there's at least $100 million
sitting in that facility. [phone line trilling]
That was probably that crew's target all along.
- What do you mean?
- The Charlotte branch would know their regular drivers.
If the vans from Atlanta got rerouted because of a breach,
the Perry brothers could hijack one
and sail through security in Charlotte.
- Agent Scott, is that you?
- We have reason to believe that the crew
that hit the Atlanta branch
is en route to rob Charlotte as we speak.
Where are you now? - I'm at the facility.
- Are you safe? Is anything out of the ordinary?
- No, uh, nothing yet.
I can lock us down until you arrive.
- I think that's your best bet.
- We'll send units to your location, Ms. Baldwin.
- OK, thank you both.
And please hurry.
- Good girl.
♪
- Hey, take it easy. - Shut up and move.
- Get your hands off me!
[gasps] - You ain't in charge, bitch.
- Hey, whoa. That's enough.
- You ain't in charge either, short stack.
- Guys, guys! Will you two knock it off?
If we don't work together, we all go to jail.
♪
- Come on.
- Did you get all the cameras? - It's the last one.
- Good. Kill it.
Let's go. Get the guards.
Put them in the storage room by the truck.
- All right, let's go.
[spray can hissing] Everybody up.
- Let's go! - Up!
- Let's go! Let's go! - Get up.
- All right. - Go!
- OK.
[engine roaring]
- We're pulling into the Charlotte branch now.
- Any sign of the Perry brothers?
- No visual on our crew or the missing sprinter van.
- Yeah, the building looks pretty quiet.
- Wait, what's that?
- Remy, we got one rogue county police officer
outside the building.
- Get Barney Fife out of there now.
- Just received an alert
about a potential robbery at this location.
- Uh, we haven't had any alarms.
- Mind if I take a quick look around the place?
- Sure, be my guest.
♪
- Officer, it's the FBI. Step away from the door.
- Come on, buddy.
You don't want to spook the Feds.
- Hey, he's talking to somebody.
- Put your hands up and approach the vehicle!
- Seriously, they're looking for some big-time bank robber.
- Both of you put your hands up now!
♪
- [grunts] [gunshots]
- Take cover!
♪
- Last load. Grab what you can and let's go.
[tense music]
♪
- All right, so the good news is we've got the place surrounded.
Bad news is, is Agee's security system
is making it impossible to breach.
- We got eyes inside yet?
- The crew have systematically been hitting the security cams
with spray paint.
Now, this is the last we have of them on tape.
♪
Now, this ran for another 20 seconds
and then was hit with spray paint.
- Dissension in the ranks.
- So I just got off the phone to Agee corporate.
They said on the weekend,
there's only four guards on duty.
- Who were all taken hostage.
- That's pretty lax for $100 million.
- Technically, it's not Agee's money.
- All right. I knocked out their phones.
- We're jamming all incoming and outgoing traffic?
- Only voice they'll hear is yours.
♪
[phone rings]
- This is Special Agent Remy Scott.
I'd like to talk to Mike Perry, please.
♪
- This is Mike, Agent Scott.
- I had a very enlightening conversation
with your Uncle Ronnie earlier.
- [chuckles] How is the old bastard?
- He was in a very chatty mood, Mike,
I got to tell you.
He told us all about Nate's new burner phone.
- Dude, what the hell? - Screwed the whole deal.
- Just calm down.
- Wish he hadn't done that.
Another 15, you never would have heard from us again.
- Who is "us," by the way?
By my count, you've got two additional accomplices
and around seven hostages inside.
That sound about right?
- Very good.
The hostages are doing fine, by the way.
Keeping them safe now is up to you.
- And how am I going to do that, Mike?
- You could start by pulling your men back
from the building.
- Uh, please, Agent Scott, do what they say.
♪
- [sighs]
All right, everybody back up.
Let's get SWAT away from the building.
♪
Replay that video.
- What are you thinking?
- Something wrong with this picture.
Why does Nate stop Mike from smacking Jodi around?
- Maybe chivalry isn't dead.
- Maybe.
Jodi live nearby?
- An apartment a mile from here.
- Take Hana and haul ass.
Jodi might be a partner in crime.
- OK, thanks. We'll be in touch.
So apparently Jodi wasn't transferred
to the Charlotte facility.
She was demoted from branch manager to weekend supervisor.
They tried to offer her a severance package,
but she turned that down.
- So Jodi knew she was about to be fired?
- Apparently she was a squeaky wheel,
always filing reports on security risks,
which Agee largely ignored.
- Well, sometimes those risks turn into opportunities.
- OK, what's this?
Suitcase? Where's she going?
- Six nights at a villa in Turks and Caicos
for Jodi and Nate Baldwin.
- Jodi must be who Nate's going away with.
- Remy was right. She's not a hostage.
She's their inside man.
♪
- Remy, Jodi's in on it. She's working with them.
- I knew there was something about her I didn't like.
Stay close to your phone.
It's time to rattle this crew's cage.
Get Mike Perry on the horn.
Alert SWAT to breach on my command.
- Copy. - There you go.
[phone line trilling]
[phone rings]
- Just the man I wanted to speak with.
- Listen, Mike.
It's time to start showing
a little good faith around here,
or I'm going to be forced to escalate the situation.
- What's good for the goose, Agent Scott.
We've been working up a list of demands on our end as well.
What can we do to show you we mean business?
- You can start by releasing a hostage.
- All right.
We'll send out Baldwin, the female supervisor.
- That's not going to work, Mike.
We need a hostage. A real one.
Not the woman who helped you plan the whole operation.
♪
Mike?
You there, hombre? [phone beeps]
♪
- They know about Jodi, Mike.
- What do we do? - Shut up. Just let me think.
- Told you I wasn't a good actress.
- Shh. You sold it. You did.
- Obviously not.
- Did you kill all the security cameras?
- I did my job.
- Well, how'd they figure it out?
- 'Cause you're screwing Nate, you dumb bitch.
- Don't talk to her like that. - Or what?
I told you not to bring your girlfriend along.
It was a stupid idea.
- Without Jodi, there would be no score, you idiot.
This whole job was her play.
- Well, maybe we should just send her out.
- Maybe this is your fault, Mike!
If you hadn't gotten trigger-happy in Atlanta,
the FBI wouldn't even be here!
The whole plan turned
on the cops believing Jodi was our hostage!
- Well, it's a stupid plan! - No, you're stupid!
You are, and you always have been!
And if it wasn't for you, we'd be home free right now.
If it wasn't for you,
Jodi and I would be halfway to Turks and Caicos.
♪
- Wait a second. Nate, where's your plane?
♪
- Private airstrip ten minutes away. Why?
- Is it ready to fly?
- I gassed it up like you told me to.
- Maybe it is our best shot.
- It's a single-engine plane. [sighs]
There's only room enough for four passengers.
♪
[gunshot] - Oh, my God!
- Four-way split?
OK, then.
[phone ringing]
♪
- Agent Scott. - What the hell was that, Mike?
- Nothing. Just a warning shot.
- Didn't sound like nothing. - Everything's fine.
We're sending out the hostages now.
[line beeps]
[door creaking]
- What's happening, Remy?
- He's sending out the hostages.
- Hold your fire. They're sending out the hostages.
- Copy. - Copy that.
- I count six. - No sign of Jodi.
- No surprise.
- I smell a rat.
- What do you want to do?
- Move, move, move! Get out of the way!
- Move it! - Move!
- Get out of the way! - Go!
[gunfire]
- Move! - Get out! Get out of the way!
[tires screeching] [bullets thunking]
[gunfire]
- Come on, let's go! Get in the car!
[engine turns over] - Go, go, go!
[tires screeching]
♪
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪
- Don't lose them.
- They can't outrun us in an armored truck.
- You think you could run them off the road?
- Not really. I mean, they may as well be driving a tank.
It weighs around 15,000 pounds.
- I think I know where they're headed.
I found Nate's flight school records.
He's been flying out of a private airstrip
that's six miles away from here.
- I can't wait to arrest these sons of bitches.
[sirens wailing]
[indistinct shouting] - Look out!
- That way! Go!
- Hang on.
[tires screeching]
♪
[car horns blaring]
[distant sirens wailing]
- Come on. - Open the cargo door.
Get the money in. - Mike, this is insane.
They're right behind us.
- Then you have to hurry. Load the damn plane, Nate!
[sirens whooping]
- Go, go, go, go, go!
- FBI! Drop your weapon!
[gunfire]
♪
- What the hell are you doing?
- I told you, I ain't going back to prison!
♪
- There's nowhere to go, Mike! Look!
- Nate, I'm scared.
- Just stay with me. - [whimpers]
All I wanted to do was screw Agee out of some money
and run away with you, that's it.
- Would you two just shut up!
[gunfire]
[Jodi screams]
- You all right? - Yeah, I think so.
- Are you hit?
Where is it? Where are you shot?
- Nate, Nate, it's not my blood, it's yours.
[tense music]
- End of the line, Mike!
What do you say we stop all this?
Before someone else gets killed?
♪
[gunfire]
- Guess that's a no to coming out peaceful.
- You want to wait for SWAT?
- Hell no.
Maybe we don't need the entire crew to surrender.
All we need is one.
- You want to put the brothers against each other?
- Every family has their baggage.
Sounds like these two have more than most.
Nate, Agent Scott here!
Only talking to you, son.
- Don't listen to that noise.
- Uncle Ronnie says you were a sweet kid.
Too smart to follow in his footsteps.
Until your psychopathic brother came along
and roped you into the family business.
♪
- He's playing you, Nate. He's playing us.
- Your brother's right.
I'm not going back to prison either.
- No!
[gunfire]
- [groans]
♪
- Male target down.
- How many more people have to die, Nate?
Your idiot brother's going to get your fiancée killed!
You'll regret it for the rest of your life!
♪
[Jodi breathing heavily]
- Tell them I made you do it.
- What? - All of it.
You'll get a lighter prison sentence
if you tell them Mike and I held you hostage.
- No. No!
- Wayne and Chico are dead.
It'll be our word against his.
- No. - It's the only way.
[soft dramatic music]
I love you.
- I love you, too.
♪
- It's over, Mike.
- Oh, like hell it is.
[somber music]
♪
- You want me to move in closer?
- No, no. Let them talk it out.
- Come on now.
Think this through, little brother.
- For once in my life, I am.
And this time, I'm doing what's best for me.
- We're a team.
Hell, we're family.
- Do you remember what you said?
About the life we lead?
You don't get to just walk away from it.
♪
- You would do this to your own brother?
♪
- Put the gun down, Mike.
Please.
♪
It's over, OK?
♪
We're coming out.
- Put your hands in the air! Get 'em up!
Drop your weapon! Drop it!
♪
On the ground, now! - Get down on the ground!
- Spread 'em! Face down!
- Get those hands down! - Spread 'em!
- Give me your hands. Give me your hands.
[handcuffs clicking]
♪
[knocking on door]
- If you'd given me more notice,
I would have had him ready by now.
- Hey, what up, Lou?
- Ray.
- Dad!
- [laughs] Hey, little man.
Look at you.
Those the Air Jordans I sent you?
- Yeah.
- Good, man, 'cause we going to see DJ WeetWeet tonight.
- Damn, really?
- Caleb, language.
- You like DJ WeetWeet?
- I'm not sure I know who he is.
- Her. Yeah, she about to pop off.
Now, one of my clients is spinning at Hypno-T tonight,
and I'm thinking maybe I can get Caleb backstage
for a little meet and greet. - Seriously?
- [chuckling] Yeah. - Hold on a second.
Hypno-T is a--it's a club.
- Yeah, so?
- What do you mean, yeah, so?
He's 14 years old.
He don't need to be up in the club.
- Does make it nearly impossible
for me to order a Hennessy.
[chuckles]
- Do I look like I'm joking?
- No, you don't.
Look, we'll be in the underage section.
Is this what it's like being married to a cop?
[chuckling]
- It's OK. Caleb knows how to behave.
- Yeah, Ray. It's cool.
- Just have him home before midnight.
- Not a problem.
Let's go, little man.
[soft dramatic music]
- All right. Have fun. - See you.
♪
- You sure about this?
- [sighs] What am I going to do, tell him he can't go?
- Yeah, maybe.
- Ray, you said whatever I decided, you'd support me.
- Look, I know I did, all right?
I just...
♪
Look, some things happened at work today
that makes me believe that, you know,
family is not always the best influence.
- It's just a concert.
OK, look.
I don't know who DJ WeetWeet is either,
but I'm sure it'll be fine.
♪
- Mm-hmm. [clears throat]
♪
[phone clacking]
[sighs]
- What are you doing?
- Oh, I'm setting my alarm for 11:45.
- Ray, please don't be mad.
- I'm not mad. Look, I trust you.
I trust Caleb.
I don't trust him.
♪
- OK.
Well, I'm going to have some wine then.
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howls]