JOE: Listen, we're all in danger. We're being hunted down.
I need to ask you about Brain. We need to know what you know.
(gunshots)
JOE: On the job, you were in the other car.
Where did you go? Where did Dianne go? She was in the car with you.
She never made it to the car. She was killed.
(tires screech)
-(phone rings) -DEVIL (over phone): Azar Mizouni.
-Are you okay? -He has Youssef.
-(yelps) -No!
-(gunshots) -(Specialist panting)
JOE: Let's go. Azar, you first.
-You led him here. -If we lead him to Dianne, maybe--
(shouts) Dianne's dead!
-You led him to us? -I had no choice.
(gasps)
-JOE: You don't seem sorry. -OFFICER: I like you, David.
But you can't expect me to be willing to die to protect you.
-JOE: Fuck! -SPECIALIST: Fucker shot me in the woods.
-SPECIALIST: I didn't even feel it. -(phone vibrates)
I just caught myself missing you.
JULES: Was any of this real?
Are you just using us as a place to hide?
That's it. I'm done.
(sinister music)
(hurried footsteps)
(man groaning in pain)
(panting)
-(engine starts) -(music playing on car stereo)
(yelps)
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
DEVIL: Stop.
(panting)
Wait.
Do you... do you speak English?
Okay, we can figure this out.
You don't have to kill me.
I can be an asset to you. I can help you.
Whatever you want. Just tell me, please.
(suspenseful music)
David, let me go. Please. If he finds me here--
-Why do you even want me here? -Just move.
-Are you okay? -Yeah. Never better.
Just hold on, all right? I need to get my bag.
Forget your bag. She'll die if you don't stop the bleeding.
There's eight grand in my bag and a gun.
Why are we talking? Get the bag.
-What are you doing, David? No, no. David. -(zip tie zips)
Okay, we need to steal a car. Can you do that while I deal with this?
And don't cut her free.
-David, please. -Don't cut her free.
We'll fix you up.
-I'll be five minutes, okay? -Okay.
Come on.
-Sorry. -MAN: It's all right.
JULES (on voicemail): God, Joe.
You know how stupid I am?
I just caught myself missing you.
I hate that I miss you.
I hate that I want to hear your voice right now.
I hate it.
How dare you tell me to be careful?
Like it would be my fault if anything happened to us.
It's not my fault. You did this. You came into our lives.
-You made promises and plans and-- -(phone chimes)
(suspenseful music)
Oh, shit.
Shit. Shit.
(children chattering)
Pick up. Pick up.
(phone vibrating)
(soft groan)
Jesus, Joe, it's the middle of the night here.
Jules. Listen to me. Do exactly as I say.
JULES (over phone): What are you talking about?
JOE (over phone): Get the kids. It's time to run.
Now? I don't--
There are people in the house. Two of them downstairs.
I'm watching them now.
JOE: I installed cameras in case something like this happened.
Jules, you don't have long. Get the kids.
-Fuck, Joe. -JOE: You got to be quiet.
Okay, we'll get you out. Just do exactly as I say.
They're coming to the stairs.
Be really quiet.
They've gone past.
JULES (softly): Hey. Hey. Time to get up. Come on.
JULES: Let's go.
FRANKIE: It's the middle of the night.
-BUD: Why is it the middle of the night? -Quickly. Hey, don't make a sound. Shh.
Go to the bathroom now.
JULES: Inside. Come here.
No, no, don't, don't shut the door. Just leave it ajar.
(whispers) What are we doing?
-Is it a game? -No. No.
We just have to be very, very quiet, okay? It's really important.
JOE: Bottom of the stairs.
BUD: Daddy. Bunny,
-I need Bunny. -Later.
-Come on. No. Bud. -(suspenseful music)
JOE: Fuck! Jules, they're coming up.
(suspenseful music continues)
(breathing softly, shakily)
JOE: Don't make a sound. Don't move.
-(police siren blares) -JOE: Shit. Fuck.
Jules, take the stairs now. Go.
-JULES: Go. -JOE: Quiet as you can.
JULES: Down the stairs, down the stairs.
No, don't! Not the front.
There's someone out there waiting. Go to the kitchen.
Grab your jacket on the way. You'll need the keys.
Back door. Back door. Go, go, go.
There's no time. They're coming. Get behind the counter. Stay low.
JOE: I think they know you're in the house.
Dad.
(breathes shakily)
JOE: When I say, you have to go to your right.
Round the island.
Now.
Stop.
(suspenseful music)
(exhales softly, shakily)
He's gone to the basement.
-Now, go open the back door. -Okay. You stay there.
(lock clicks)
-Come. -FRANKIE: Come on.
INTRUDER: They're here!
(suspenseful music)
JULES: Get in the car!
(car beeps)
JOE: Fuck. They're coming, Jules. You have to hurry.
Duck down right now!
-(Frankie screaming) -Shit.
-(gunshots) -FRANKIE AND BUD: Dad!
-JOE: Jules? Jules? -FRANKIE AND BUD: Dad! Dad!
JULES (over phone): We're okay. We're okay.
(sighs)
Joe.
Kill the lights and drive fast...
head towards work and take the freeway north.
And tell the kids to buckle up.
JULES: Kids, buckle up right now.
JOE: Okay, Jules, we need to lose your phone.
They can trace it.
There's a burner in the bag that I put in the trunk.
My number is saved on it already. You call me when you get to the border.
-JULES: The border? -JOE: You can't go home.
You're going to Canada to hide out.
I can't do this, Joe.
JOE: You can. You can. You're doing great.
Now turn on the GPS. There's an address called Still Here.
You need to go there. Make sure you're not followed.
Daddy, where are we going?
Joe.
I'm sorry.
JULES: They shot at us.
I'm sorry, Jules.
JOE: You're doing great.
Daddy, where are we going?
JOE: Now throw the phone out the window.
(exhales sharply)
We're going on vacation, okay?
-JOE: Open your window. -(car window whirring)
Is it open?
JULES: It's open.
JOE: Now, throw the phone.
Oh, gosh.
-JULES: I love you. -(inhales sharply)
(exhales sharply)
(phone clatters)
JOE: I love you.
(sobs) I love you.
I love you all.
(sobs)
(somber music)
(police chatter over radio)
(car honking)
(tires screech)
-Hey! Come on! Get in! Get in! -SPECIALIST: Get in!
-WOMAN: Someone help! -JOE: Go, go, go!
WOMAN: They stole my car!
(groans)
She needs a hospital.
No. Too dangerous.
He's right. No hospitals.
AZAR: Did you get the gun? The money?
So, what are we going to do?
I know a place. Turn right here.
(tires screech)
OFFICER: David, the killer will be following us.
He'll know we've come back to London. He'll find us.
JOE: Good. He's our only lead now that Dianne's dead.
Watch her. Don't listen to her. I'll be back in a second. Give me the key.
-Where are you going? -JOE: Just give me the key.
-Where are you going? -Azar, just give me the key.
-Hey. Hey! -I'll be back in a minute.
-Don't uncuff her. -(car door closes)
(exhales deeply)
(buzzes)
COLIN (over speaker): Hello?
Hello?
It's me.
It's David.
(buzzing)
-JOE: Hey. -Hey.
Can I come in?
You changed it all around.
I did that a while back.
What are you doing here?
I was, um...
I was nearby and I wanted to see you. So, I thought...
Have you still got that coffee machine I bought you?
-COLIN (scoffs): Why? Do you want a latte? -I love a flat white.
("Nowhere To Hide Now" by Ghostpoet playing)
(cup rattles)
(cup thuds)
(rattling)
Can I use your bathroom?
COLIN: You know where it is.
(tap running)
(door opens, closes gently)
("Nowhere To Hide Now" by Ghostpoet continues playing)
-Where did you go? Where have you been? -Azar, I'm gonna drive. Move over.
Move over!
You're a terrible driver.
JOE: Azar, the lights are up there.
-AZAR: Is this your place? -JOE: It's my ex's club.
-(light switch clicking) -We can hide here for a while.
Give me the keys.
-(Specialist coughing) -(zip tie clicks)
Stay with her.
OFFICER: Argh!
David, listen to me. You would've made the same choice I did.
David, listen to me!
Give me your hands.
-(zip tie zipping) -(grunts)
David.
JOE: Have you done this before?
SPECIALIST: Hand me the pills and the vodka.
JOE: Okay.
(groaning in pain)
Okay.
You have to disinfect it.
(Specialist grunts in pain)
(groans)
Okay, dry it.
Can I ask you something?
About what?
Is it true you once fought a lion...
-and won? -(chuckles)
(laughing)
SPECIALIST: Hand me the glue.
Here.
SPECIALIST: Okay, come here. (inhales sharply)
Can you just, just...
pinch the sides together? Okay?
That's it. Tight.
Who told you about the lion?
Officer.
And you believe her?
It's not out of character.
The gun, please.
Thank you.
It wasn't like a "lion" lion.
You know... (imitates lion's roar)
It was a mountain lion.
(staple gun snaps)
-(groans in pain) -(staple gun snapping)
More vodka.
Oh, gosh, she was beautiful, though.
I didn't want to have to kill her.
I just didn't want to... die.
You shot it?
No, I was unarmed.
I had to use my hands.
It was a memorable day.
(Specialist scoffs)
Now, dry it and dress it.
(exhales deeply)
(synth music)
(blows air)
(tires screeching)
OFFICER: Fuck.
The backup security team are here. Repeat, the backup is here. They're early.
-You gotta get the fuck out! -(tires screeching)
Hello! Excuse me.
Uh, I'm going to need you to get back, please.
-What's the problem here? -OFFICER: We've had a report of gunfire.
This building is now a crime scene.
COMMANDER: We are private security, and this is our building.
-We need access now. This is an emergency. -That's impossible.
There are firearms officers inside the building,
so I'm just gonna need you all to stay back
on the other side of my vehicle!
-COMMANDER: We need to get inside there. -Listen...
All right? I cannot let you do that, all right?
Now, if I could just take everyone's names--
If there's been a shooting, this place should be crawling with cops.
There are... there are units on their way.
-I was just the first on the scene and-- -COMMANDER: Go!
No, no, no, wait, wait, wait! Excuse me! Excuse me!
-I need you all to just get behind my-- -COMMANDER: All units, go now!
-Go! -OFFICER: Behind my vehicle!
Wait, no, you can not go in there!
-COMMANDER: Where's your ID, then? -All right. You stop.
All right? I need backup ASAP. I am being threatened by men with guns.
-OFFICER: Fuck. -Hey! Hey! Stop her!
COMMANDER: She's not police!
RIGHT HAND (over radio): Right Hand to Fuse.
Got Cracker and Greaseman. Blow the exit.
-FUSE: Blowing the exit in three, two... -DIANNE (over radio): Fuse, wait, wait!
-COMMANDER: Hey, ma'am! You there! -(panting)
(explosion)
(gunshots)
-COMMANDER: Hold it right there! -(gunshot)
(Officer yelps)
(tense music)
(gunshots in distance)
OFFICER: David. David, please. Let me go.
Just let me go and I will disappear.
How'd it work?
Your deal.
Is he tracking your phone?
If I turn this on, is he going to see us here?
No. I sent him messages.
What messages?
Maps.
I posted screenshots to an anonymous account.
I had no choice.
So you keep saying.
Why are you even talking to her? She's going to get us all killed.
-We're safer if she's dead. -Maybe.
JOE: Maybe.
But first, we need her.
OFFICER: For what?
Dianne's dead, so... we need to find out who hired this killer.
-So let's meet him and ask him. -OFFICER: What?
We send him this and we set a trap.
With one of us as bait.
No, no. That is a very bad idea.
I'll do it.
AZAR: I'll be bait.
-What? I want to help. -Are you sure?
What do I have to do?
We'd be out in the open.
I'll be hiding nearby. He shows himself.
And we disable him, restrain him.
We bring him back here and...
and we get him to talk.
OFFICER: This is crazy!
He is a professional killer! You don't even have a weapon!
David, please. He will kill you.
Then he will kill the rest of us!
JOE: Okay.
David.
Don't make me force you.
Muscle. I have a place
for when I work in London and it's not far.
And it's got guns.
-AZAR: Great. Let's get them. -Mm-mm.
(coughs) No, okay? Only Muscle.
Okay, only you.
Okay.
Okay, good.
(engine starts)
OPERATOR (over phone): Calling Jules Burner.
(unavailable signal)
The number you've dialed is not in service.
Calling Jules Burner.
(unavailable signal)
The number you've dialed is not in service.
(pensive music)
Calling Jules Burner.
(unavailable signal)
The number you've dialed is not in service.
(suspenseful music)
Hey.
Here.
Ah, my friend.
JOE: And I brought you this.
Let's go.
SPECIALIST: Good luck.
(train rumbling)
Okay.
-We're on. -(Azar exhales nervously)
Do you know how to use one of these?
No.
You press enter and then you...
you just pull the trigger.
Neck and chest are good areas.
Just be careful.
(zaps)
AZAR: Yeah.
You stun him.
He'll go down, but not for long, but long enough.
Okay, once he's down, you run.
I'll be on him in two seconds.
Stun him.
And then run like hell.
Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. Yeah. Stun and run. Okay.
-Okay, good. -Stun and run.
-Good. -Yeah.
(footsteps approaching)
(tense music)
(man inhales deeply)
(tense music continues)
-(Azar grunting) -(man groaning in pain)
JOE: No! No! We need him alive!
It's not him. It's not the killer.
We could be close.
We need to get out of here.
Hey, help me. Get his legs.
We can't just leave him here, Azar. We've got to make him disappear.
JOE: Listen.
We're in trouble. Big fucking trouble.
-Okay? Okay? -AZAR: Yeah.
We've got a car.
AZAR: Right. Okay.
-JOE: You okay? -AZAR: Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
-JOE: Okay. You got to get up. Come on. -AZAR: Okay.
-JOE: Get his legs. -AZAR: Okay.
(Joe panting)
(tense music)
For fuck's sake.
(tense music continues)
Jesus fucking Christ.
Why would you do that?
We had the upper hand.
For the first time, we had an edge on him and--
I mean, fuck.
We had a fucking plan, Azar. We had a plan.
You had a plan. I had a different plan.
He took everything from me.
Everything.
No, the people who sent him did that.
It's them you want and he can lead us to them.
You saw what he did to my grandfather.
That was him.
Killing him won't help.
Because once you start, you have to kill everyone.
Everyone in the chain and Azar, that's not possible.
I can try.
You have to find a way, Azar. A way to get through this.
Without losing yourself to it.
(gate clanks, creaks)
(train rumbling)
(Azar grunts)
SPECIALIST: Who the fuck is that?
(grunts)
JOE: Search him for anything that won't burn.
(ominous music)
You know, you're lucky he likes you.
Because if I were him...
all your insides would be on the outside.
(chuckles)
(tense music)
-AZAR: "Timothy Hutchins." -You sure you want to go there?
(grunts)
(tense music continues)
(muffled whimpering)
-(gunshot) -(groans)
-Where is your gun? -Fuck.
-He's out there. -What do we do?
-Shh! -AZAR: What do we do?
(soft groan)
(intense music)
(gun clicks)
(labored breathing)
(coughing)
(screaming in pain)
(sobs, groans)
(coughing)
-DEVIL: Look at you. -SPECIALIST: Wait! Wait!
-It's time. -Wait, wait! I'm the best.
Shh...
-DEVIL: It's all right. It's all right. -Wait.
-DEVIL: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh... -(grunts)
...shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...
-That's it. -(inhales weakly, chokes)
-There you go. -(chokes)
(breathing heavily)
(intense music)
-(gunshot) -(muffled scream)
(grunts)
-(gunshot) -(muffled yelp)
(both grunting)
-(clonks) -(groans)
(coughs, gasping)
(Joe breathing heavily)
(grunts)
He's alive.
We got him.
(emotional music)
SPECIALIST: Little one.
-(gunshot) -(Azar gasps)
SPECIALIST: Yoo-hoo.
Hello.
Shit.
Okay, you gotta keep it up. You're gonna be all right, okay?
-Where's your weapon? -YOUSSEF: I don't have one.
SPECIALIST: All right, take this. Safety is off.
You're going to go that way.
Are we having fun?
-SECURITY: Go, go, go! -SPECIALIST: We having fun?
-Let's go. -SECURITY: Move it! Move it!
(security groans)
-(indistinct shouting) -(gunshots)
SPECIALIST (over radio): Cracker and Greaseman on the way to exit.
(phone vibrating)
FIXER: Hey, yeah. I'm close.
Shit!
You sure?
RIGHT HAND (over radio): Right Hand to Fuse.
FIXER: Okay. Understood.
RIGHT HAND: Got Cracker and Greaseman. Blow the exit.
FUSE (over radio): Blowing the exit in three, two...
DIANNE (over radio): Fuse, wait, wait!
-(engine revs) -Here.
(explosion)
-(tires screeching) -(engine revving)
RIGHT HAND: Follow me this way. Let's go! Come on, come on!
(suspenseful music)
(tires screech)
(grunts)
RIGHT HAND: No, no, no. Leave it, leave it. Get in the car.
-Get in the fucking car. -(car door opens)
AZAR: Where's Brain?
-(gunshot) -(Azar screams)
AZAR: Right Hand? Right Hand? Right Hand?
(engine starts, revving)
JOE: I got you.
I fucking got you.
Yes or no.
You were sent here to kill us.
Nod or shake your head.
Because of the robbery? Three years ago?
The Morello Vault.
Who hired you?
DEVIL: You can't escape this.
Answer my question.
Doesn't matter what you do, what you say.
You can't outrun us.
Who's paying you?
DEVIL: Who do you think?
JOE: People we stole from.
-Is it the people we stole from? -(scoffs)
Do you even know who you stole from?
You're going to have to kill me. You do know that.
It doesn't have to go that way.
We can all walk away. We can make a deal.
You tell me what I want to know. You walk away. We walk away.
DEVIL: I don't think so.
Why not?
You take a job, you finish the job.
Tell me.
Tell me what I need to know.
You don't even realize what you did.
You don't know what you took.
We took money. A lot of money.
(chuckles) You don't even know.
Then tell me, what did we take?
Well, if you had it, you'd know.
Maybe I have it and I just want to hear you say it.
Do you have it?
Tell me what we stole.
The key.
You stole the key.
What key?
Well, maybe if you return the key, well, then perhaps you can live.
Perhaps your family can live.
Maybe there is a way out after all.
JOE: Then tell me.
How do I fix this? How do I make it stop?
DEVIL: Without the key, you can't.
-JOE: I have to. -No, you can't.
No, no. Let me fix this.
Where's the key you want? How do we get it?
If I knew that, do you think I'd be sitting here
strapped to a fucking chair talking to you?
-JOE: Who hired you? -Who hired you?
Have you asked Dianne Harewood these questions?
Dianne's dead.
DEVIL: Oh, is she now?
Yeah, she saw her die.
I don't think so.
She was buried in the explosion.
We pulled 13 bodies from the rubble of that place.
All of them are our men.
No Dianne Harewood.
(tense music)
(Devil scoffs)
You're all getting played so hard
you don't even realize what game you're in.
Oh, well, now we're getting somewhere.
Don't make me hurt you.
I can't make you do anything. I'm cocooned to a fucking chair.
I will hurt you.
Go on then. Hurt me.
-I mean it. -I believe you.
Tell me what I need to know.
No.
Tell me.
No.
Tell me! Tell me!
(shouts) Tell me!
What's your name?
-Tell me your fucking name. -My name is...
David Marking.
-What's your name? -Joe Petrus.
-JOE: Stop that. -(chuckles)
DEVIL: You see, I know all your names.
I know your parents' names. I know Jules's name.
I know Frankie and Bud's names.
How is your family? Have you heard from them recently?
Shut up.
DEVIL: Wonder if they made it across the border.
-Canada, wasn't it? -Shut your mouth.
DEVIL: They'll be found, David.
They'll be found and they'll be killed because of you.
Just tell me who you work for.
They'll be killed and their bodies will be dissolved in acid.
Who do you work for?
-Well, maybe they're dead already. -Stop it.
-Because of your greed. -Stop it!
-Because of your selfishness. -Stop it!
-Because you're so fucking dumb. -Tell me who you work for!
They'll be found and they'll be tortured--
-Who do you work for? -(gunshot)
(gunshots)
-Was he telling the truth? -About Dianne? Yes.
She could be alive. The rest was just bullshit.
-Are you sure? -OFFICER: Yes. Your family are fine.
It's total bullshit, David.
(clicks)
(Officer groans)
So...
what now?
What do we do now?
-(gunshot) -(Azar screams)
AZAR: Right Hand? Right Hand? Right Hand?
("E Talking" by Soulwax playing)
(car door opens, closes)
(car engine starts, revving)
(tire screech)
(grunting)
DIANNE: Fuse, blow it.
(explosion)
(car alarms blaring in distance)
(Dianne grunts)
-Let's go. -(car door closes)
(engine revving)
Now, we find Dianne.
("E Talking" by Soulwax continues playing)