(shimmering music)
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Katherine ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
(ominous, droning music)
- Hey!
Make a wish, hon.
- Yuck.
(ominous, droning music)
(ball snaps)
- You can do better than that, come on!
Let's see what you got, Mighty Mouse!
(ball snaps)
Oh, someone's been doing her pushups, I can tell.
- 50 a day.
- That a girl.
Now, I want 50 miles an hour.
- [Kat] You got it.
- Nice!
We gotta go in soon.
Mom's got dinner on the table.
- And Coach said that there'll be college scouts there.
So that's why we gotta win to make it into the playoffs.
- Well, it's great to see such commitment,
but your mother and I, we're not sure
you should be putting softball first.
- But, Dad, I'm on honor roll.
- I know.
- [Kat] You don't have to worry about me.
- You can play, but you're getting a real degree.
- I'm gonna play, and we're gonna win, so.
(loud hiphop music)
♪ Alex for life ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Put your hands up ♪
♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up ♪
(fist thunks) (man groans)
(muffled hiphop music)
- That's what you get for fucking me over.
(gun bangs)
(quietly dramatic music)
(muffled hip hop music)
(low, foreboding music)
- I got this.
- You sure you got this?
- He's ready.
(low, foreboding music)
- Make me proud.
(low, foreboding music)
Now get out.
- [Kat] Woo!
We did it!
- You guys were in the zone!
- I know.
- Amazing game, Kat, I'm super proud.
Wanna go get tacos?
- [Kat] Hell yeah.
- You got it.
Great game, Coach!
(tense, exciting music)
- I told you we were gonna win.
- I didn't doubt you.
You were amazing out there.
- Coach said all the scouts were very impressed.
- He did?
Professional softball player and a lawyer?
I don't know, Kat, I'm not sure you can do both.
- You can, technically, but you just want me to be a lawyer.
- I just want you to have a regular source of income.
That's what I want.
- If I get a scholarship, I am saving you money.
You should be happy about that.
- You make a very good argument there,
but it's not me you gotta convince.
It's your mother.
- You always say that.
- I always say it 'cause it's true.
We only want the best for you.
But you totally nailed it today.
- [Kat] Thanks.
(car rumbles)
(tense music)
- Be right back.
Don't be taking off on me.
Hey, you know what you should be?
A comedian.
- If I left you here, what would I eat for dinner?
- Your mother's leftovers.
- I ain't going nowhere, I swear.
(low, ominous music)
- Hey, Juana. - Hey.
- I've come to pick up.
Taco Tuesday. (chuckles)
(cheery music)
(tense, foreboding music)
(car grumbles) (tense music)
(cheery music)
(car grumbles)
(tense music)
- [Thug] Get out of the fucking car now, get out!
- [Kat] No, Dad, Dad!
- [Thug] Bitch, I'll fucking shoot you.
- [Kat] Dad!
- [Thug] Shut the fuck up.
- Dad!
(fist thunks) (Kat grunts)
- [Thug] Don't look at me!
- Dad!
(ominous, sinister music)
(Kat gags)
(ominous, sinister music)
(Kat whimpers)
(ominous, sinister music)
What do you want from me?
Please, I don't have any money, I don't have anything.
- [Man In Camo Bandana] Money?
(ominous, sinister music)
I don't want your money, little girl.
I want your soul.
(Kat screams)
(ominous, sinister music)
It's what Father wants.
To become one of us, to become it.
(cheery music) (food sizzles)
- Great, got the extra salsa and guac?
- [Thug In Camo Bandana] Show me you want it.
Show me.
(gun clicks)
- [Kat] No, no, no, no, no!
(tense music) No!
(gun bangs)
(piercing music)
(gun bangs)
(percussive, exciting music)
- [Thug In Camo Bandana] It's done.
- Kat!
- [Thug In Camo Bandana] We gotta go, brother.
Now. - Kat!
(exciting music)
(thug groans)
(exciting music)
(heads crack)
(exciting music)
(tires squeal)
(Dad grunts)
(exciting music) (sirens wail)
(exciting, percussive music)
- [Cop] On the ground!
(exciting music)
- Kat!
(sinister music)
Help me!
- [Mother] William!
- Jen.
- What happened?
- They hurt her.
- Are you okay?
(low, ominous music)
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no. (sobs)
(droning music)
No, no.
Oh, please, no, no, no.
(droning music)
- The Eatonton Journal emailed, asking for an interview.
William, did you hear me?
- I have to go meet with the prosecuting attorney.
- What do they want?
(dark, droning music)
- [Prosecutor] In the interest of getting this thug
off the streets as soon as possible,
his attorneys agreed to plead guilty
to assaulting an officer,
possession with the intent to distribute,
and resisting arrest, and that's all in addition
to his parole violations.
We're looking at five to seven.
- Years, that's it?
- If he keeps clean, he could be out in three,
but, yes, that's what it's looking like.
- This kid murdered my daughter.
He should be executed or life in jail, no parole.
- Mr. Duncan, we've got no video, no photos,
no eyewitnesses except you.
You got a concussion during the struggle.
You want everything riding on an eye test,
some optometrist they put on the stand
who's gonna say you were in shock and hallucinating?
- I know what I saw.
- Your biggest problem is that there's no gun.
- Well, they took it.
- Who's they?
I'm just saying what they're gonna say.
Look, if you wanna try to convince the DA
to take this to trial, you're welcome to.
But this case is so paper thin,
the judge is probably gonna throw it out,
and Danny Fetter is gonna be back on the streets.
At least this way, he's off for a good few years.
Basically, it's your word against his.
- It's bullshit is what it is.
It's bullshit, and you know it!
- I'm not disagreeing with you, Mr. Duncan,
but I gotta be honest, I had to schmooze
the judge to agree to half those charges.
The plea deal makes the most sense, trust me.
And that night, outside the Mexican restaurant
that you and your daughter visited,
can you point out the attacker that you saw
and physically fought with?
(percussive music)
- No.
(spectators gasp)
- [Judge] Settle.
- Not sure I can confidently identify
that man as the attacker, Your Honor.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- Mr. Duncan, are you absolutely sure
that you cannot confidently point out the attacker?
- Yes, Your Honor, I'm 100% sure.
- Mr. Fetter, you are free to go.
I see no reason to further waste this court's time.
Case dismissed. (gavel bangs)
(low, percussive music)
(discordant, droning music)
- I'm so fucking proud of you.
You can do anything in this life, you know that?
You can do anything.
I love you.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
- You did good.
You can run this world, the streets, everything.
It can be yours.
If anybody tells you otherwise, you know what to do.
You're a man now.
- Thanks, Dad.
- Get in the truck.
(dramatic, exciting music)
(soft, shimmering music)
- [Man] Go see what that guy wants, all right?
- [Woman] Right.
- [Man] Come on now.
Hurry the fuck up, bitch.
- All right, whatever.
(ringtone jangles)
You look like you could use some fun, baby.
- I'm fine, thanks.
- Missing out.
- [Man] All right, let's get outta here now.
- [Woman] All right, man, I'm coming, yeah.
- [Man] Don't fuck up with that other one, too, baby.
- [Woman] Got it.
- [Man] Get your ass moving, come on.
(woman speaks indistinctly)
(low music)
(dramatic music)
(car revs) (tires squeal)
(body thuds) (man grunts)
(man groans)
- Oh, motherfucker! (groans)
My leg is broke. (gasps)
(dramatic, pulsing music)
You.
You're that girl's pops.
- Yep.
(Danny groans)
Her pops.
- And you're here to kill me, huh?
(dramatic, ominous music)
What?
(dramatic, ominous music)
If you do this, there's no going back for you, asshole.
- You killed my little girl.
She was innocent.
- Yeah, sure about about that, huh?
She looked pretty good to me.
(low, tense music)
(bat thunks) (Danny grunts)
(tense, exciting music)
(bat thunks) (Danny groans)
(bat thunks) (body squishes)
(discordant, exciting music)
(pulsing, ticking music)
(pulsing, ticking music continues)
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Katherine ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- [Kat] Oh, wait, look there.
What's? (William grunts)
(Jen and Kat laugh)
- Looks like that was just yesterday.
- Why are you all zippered up?
- I was cold.
- William, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I'm just gonna go take a shower.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
(water patters)
(William weeps) (water patters)
(soft music)
- Your heart's racing.
Are you okay?
- I just...
It just keeps running around in circles.
If we hadn't stopped for takeout,
if we'd taken a different route,
if the game had finished 15 minutes later, just she...
She'd still be here.
- You can't do that to yourself.
(soft, somber music)
Last time you were like this
was when you got off that plane.
(soft, somber music)
(William sighs)
(pulsing music) (siren wails)
(pulsing, ominous music)
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
- Be right back.
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Yo, my pants don't sag ♪
♪ 'Cause the gun in my waist ♪
♪ Got a .44 there, try to act my age ♪
(loud hiphop music)
(muffled hiphop music)
- You're fucking late.
- Five minutes.
- A lot can happen in five minutes.
I can cut your fucking dick off
in five fucking minutes,
and shove it up your ass.
- Sure.
- What the fuck is this?
- It's dead out there.
- You don't think that I know this town?
Where's the rest of it?
- That's it.
♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
- Shit, man.
♪ Put your hands up, put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
- What?
(loud hiphop music)
- Danny's dead.
(loud hiphop music)
- What the fuck?
- I give you and your friends full access.
You disrespect me.
- Whatever.
- You fucking high?
You're high right now, aren't you?
- Yeah, I'm the one that's high.
- Fucking tweaker.
You come up short like this again, I won't be forgiving.
Now get the fuck outta here.
- A pleasure.
- Junkie.
♪ Everybody, everybody, put your hands up ♪
♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
- [Thug] Shit.
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Put your hands up ♪
♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody ♪
♪ Put your hands up ♪
♪ Put 'em up, put 'em up ♪
- What?
- It's Danny.
- What about my brother?
(siren wails)
(cameras click) (sirens wail)
- [Cop] Yo, yo, yo, I can't let you in.
Can't let you in. - That's my brother.
- [Cop] I said I need you to step back.
- I just told you that that's my little brother.
- And I just told you I need you to step back.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
- Who did this?
- That's what we're trying to find out.
- Rory.
(tense music)
Hey, man.
Not right now.
I know.
(percussive, tense music)
Put your goddamn weapon away.
(percussive, tense music)
- Who the hell is that guy?
- [Detective] That's Rory Fetter.
- Donnie's boy?
- Yeah.
- Shit. (percussive, tense music)
(person knocks)
- Can I help you?
- Detective Neil Chen.
Are you William Duncan? - Yeah.
- [Jen] What's going on?
- I came here to inform you
that Danny Fetter was murdered last night.
- Oh.
Well, how did it happen?
- Not sure yet.
What were you doing last night, Mr. Duncan?
- I was here.
I mean, I went for a walk, but I was here.
- Yeah, he was here.
- Am I a suspect, Detective?
- At this point, I can't say.
- I didn't kill him.
- Sure, I understand what you're saying.
- You have any idea who did?
- No, but all of those Fetter boys
run in some dicey circles, so we got a few leads.
- Well, I wish we could help.
As you can imagine, my wife and I
are going through our own grief right now, so.
- Well, I'll let you know if there is.
Here.
Give me a call if you think of anything
that might be helpful,
and don't leave town without letting me know, okay?
Might have a few more questions.
- [William] Sure.
(William sighs)
(Jen sighs)
You okay?
- Yeah.
Where were you last night?
- I just said, I went for a walk.
- You never just go for a walk.
- Well, I've also never had my only child murdered before.
- I don't want you to go back to how you were.
- What does that mean?
You mean when I had bullets flying around my head
and my best friends were dying all around me?
Is that what you meant?
This is different.
It's our daughter.
(Jen sniffles)
You know what?
I can't believe you'd even say that.
(Jen sniffles)
(pulsing music)
- [Thug] To Danny.
- [Thug] Danny.
(glasses clink)
Salut.
- [Thug] He was good fucking man.
(loud hiphop music)
- I wanna find the person that did this.
I don't just wanna take their life.
I want him to suffer indescribably.
- Don't trip, boss.
We gonna find him.
- Will we?
Where will we find him?
Is he in your bottle that you're drinking?
Is he under this table?
Huh, are you him?
Do you plan on finding him while you're sitting
on your fat fucking ass, drinking?
- The girls was out all night last night.
Maybe they saw something.
You know what I'm saying?
- Ask 'em.
Yeah, now.
- Yeah.
(loud hiphop music)
Yo, yo, girls, get off the fucking pole!
Come here!
Hurry up, come on now!
Come on.
Shit.
(loud hiphop music)
Y'all see anything strange out here last night?
Huh?
- Yeah, I saw a guy.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Seemed kinda out of place.
- Really?
Come with me.
Come on!
Come on, shit.
(loud hiphop music)
Tell him, tell him what you told me.
(loud hiphop music)
- There was this one white guy, dressed real well,
like a businessman, just waiting in his car.
I went up to him, but he wasn't there to party.
Looked kinda nervous, actually, real intense.
- Hmm.
Hold that.
(loud hiphop music)
Is that him, is that the man you almost serviced?
- That's him, definitely.
- William Duncan. (laughs)
(girl laughs)
- It's the dad.
It's the father of the little girl that Danny did.
Get everyone, everyone.
I want to go hunting.
(ominous music)
(car rumbles) (discordant music)
(gun clicks)
(low, tense music)
I spy with my little eye a dead guy.
Gotcha.
(people scream)
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
(William shouts) (thug grunts)
(fist thuds) (thug grunts)
(tense music)
(gun bangs) (exciting music)
(tires squeal)
(William groans)
(exciting music)
Get up.
(exciting music)
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
(fist thunks)
(William moans)
(tense music)
(gun clicks)
(tense music)
That was exciting, William Duncan.
(tense music)
That's right, I know your name.
I know everything about you.
(tense music)
- What do you want?
- What do I want?
I want you to not exist anymore.
I wanna watch you die.
You killed my brother.
I want revenge.
(Rory chuckles)
(tense music)
- Please, please.
Please, please, please.
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
(neck cracks)
(exciting music)
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
Hey!
There's a shooter!
(siren bloops)
There's a shooter!
There's a guy on the ground!
I think he got shot!
(tense music)
- Right there, right there.
(dramatic, tense music)
- Are you at home?
Lock all the doors and windows.
Just do it!
I'll explain it all when I get home.
(dramatic, tense music)
(tires screech)
(dramatic, tense music)
Get back inside the house! - What's going on?
Why, what?
- Inside!
(dramatic, tense music)
- What the hell is going on?
- Some people tried to kill me.
- What, why?
- [William] Does it matter?
(tense music)
- You need to call that detective.
(tense music)
Call.
(low, dramatic music)
- Well, the prints came back.
The vic is a Jason Ditman, aka Henley.
- Henley.
How do I know that name?
- He's one of Rory Fetter's boys.
- What the hell is going on?
(phone beeps)
This is Neil Chen.
- Detective, it's William Duncan.
- William Duncan.
I was just thinking about you.
What's up?
- I need you to come to the house.
(low, tense music)
- Yeah, I'll be right there.
Excuse me.
You can try to spin this,
but I know you killed Danny Fetter.
I know why you did it.
I honestly don't even blame you.
I'm pretty sure that it'll shake out
that you killed Henley, too.
That dead guy, from like an hour ago?
You can give me the silent treatment all you want.
There is no other reason why Rory Fetter
would be so gung-ho to kill you.
You know damn well you started a war.
Now you want me to help you.
I don't know if I can.
Why should I help you?
- I don't want my wife to get hurt.
- You should've thought about that before
you went and got your revenge.
What'd you think was gonna happen?
Marine Corps Commendation Medal, Iraq, Afghanistan.
Looks like you know how to handle yourself.
- That was a long time ago.
- This is where it's at now.
You picked a hell of a crew to start a fight with.
(door creaks)
Got a squad car outside all night.
You'll be safe.
This is far from over.
I'll be back tomorrow with a lot more questions,
and I want answers.
You're gonna have to start talking to me,
or to a judge.
(door slams)
(siren wails) (dramatic music)
(garage door creaks)
(tools whir)
- Nice wheels, goddamn!
- Well, I figured you'd pay me extra for it.
- You're funny, you're very funny.
- (chuckles) No, I'm serious.
- I'm just so glad you made it, right on time, man.
The boat to Sierra Leone is leaving in about 15 minutes.
- Well, break me off, man.
That thing's worth at least 20.
Shit, the sticker says 70.
- I get paid when the boat leaves.
- (chuckles) I don't get paid, all right.
You can still pay me, man.
I know you got it.
- I don't get paid til the fucking car's in the container.
- Fuck that. - Come on.
- I'm not gonna Uber home with nothing.
You know what, put some plates on it.
I'll drive this fucking thing home.
- Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.
You're not going home with nothing.
See, you're not going home with nothing.
- What's this?
- [Leader] What it look like?
- It looks like an insult.
- Oh, okay, okay.
- I'll take that Mercedes.
- It belongs to somebody.
- So did that.
I'm sure that belonged to somebody, too.
- Please, indulge.
That's a lot of fucking money on the street.
- Looks Chinese.
- That's a better market. - Yeah.
Fuck.
You owe me, man.
- I know, I know, I know.
Thank you very much.
- [Car Thief] You owe me!
(tools whiz)
(dramatic music)
- You're drinking?
- Yep.
- You need to tell me what's going on.
- If you knew, you wouldn't look at me the same way again.
- William, hey, I love you.
You are my husband, and whatever's going on,
we are in it together.
- I feel like I'm right back in the Middle East
in a fucking war zone.
- What are you talking about?
- You don't wanna know, Jen, you don't.
- I do.
(low, somber music)
- I killed him.
I killed Danny Fetter.
(Jen gasps)
He took our baby away.
He was gonna go away for five to seven years, maximum.
It wasn't fair.
- William- - It wasn't fair!
- William, I don't know what you (gasps).
- And now the rest of them want my head.
- Well, do we need to leave?
- Where are we gonna go?
- Yeah, well, we can't stay here if it's not safe.
- There's a squad car outside.
We'll be fine, but first thing in the morning,
go to your folks, at least for tonight.
(Jen weeps)
- And I take it back to the store,
and I tell this moron kid like, "Hey, broke again."
And this dummy kid says I didn't install it properly
and because I, oh shit! (bottle shatters)
No fucking way!
That prick threw the fucking bottle at us.
(siren wails)
(car revs)
(siren wails)
- Why did they leave?
(William sighs)
(door bangs) (Jen screams)
- [Rory] Hello, hello. (chuckles)
(dramatic music)
- Don't make that phone call.
- Give me the phones.
Give me the phone!
Both of you.
Yours.
Thank you.
- Can I call you Bill?
William?
How about Willy?
- I don't know, Donnie, whatever you prefer.
- I like Willy.
- Yeah.
Rory.
(Rory chuckles)
- Don't believe everything you read.
I'm a very nice guy.
- Listen, this is just between you and me.
Leave my wife out of it.
Jen, go, go- - No, no, no.
- It's about quality time with family, right, Jennifer?
Or Jenny, Jen?
Did you know that your husband killed my son?
- Only because your son killed my daughter.
- Well, he was my son.
- Why do you look so angry, William, huh?
You're the one who did the killing.
Don't be angry.
It'll all be over soon.
- You got the good shit, fancy.
We drink cheap shit.
I like the gasoline taste.
But that's just me.
(dramatic music)
(gun bangs) - No, goddamn!
- No, no, no, no, no, sit down.
Get down, no, no, no, no, Willy, down on your knees.
- [William] She had nothing to do with it.
- Beg for your fucking life.
- Say hello to my son.
(gun bangs) (William gags)
(dramatic music)
- Do you see the light, Willy?
Is it everything they say it is, huh, huh?
I can't wait to celebrate death.
For now, I act as its executioner.
- Fuck you.
- Mm, that's what you wanna use as your last words?
You should enjoy this.
(gun bangs)
(William wheezes)
(Rory giggles)
(droning, dramatic music)
(ticking, tense music) (William gagging)
(phone beeps)
(phone rings)
- [Operator] 911, what's your emergency?
(William coughs)
Hello? - Help.
- Sir? - Help.
- [Operator] Sir, are you all right?
(machinery beeps) (mysterious music)
(William grunts)
(William groans)
- Mr. Duncan, oh, God, Mr. Duncan!
You're gonna injure yourself.
Here, come on.
Let's get up, let's get you back in bed, come on.
Help, help, help, help, I need some help in here!
Oh, easy.
Help! - It's okay.
Calm down,
calm down. - Why?
- [Nurse] Doctor, Doctor!
It's okay, easy, easy.
- Okay, help me strap him in.
He's having a manic episode.
Come on, sir.
10 milligrams Haloperidol (speaker cut off by shouting).
- Got it! - And get some ketamine.
Breathe with me, come on, sir.
(machinery beeps) (gentle music)
It's gonna make you feel better, calm down.
(machinery beeps)
- I don't wanna be alive.
- [Doctor] You are alive.
- I don't wanna be.
(soft music) (machinery beeps)
(soft, lush music)
- Look at the miracle man.
- Miracle?
- You're still alive.
- Yeah.
- So, is it over?
- Okay, let's give this a try, okay?
Come on, take it slow, no rush.
Good start.
- Sure.
- [Nurse] One step at a time, there you go.
Baby steps, no rush.
Good.
- Somehow, I don't believe you.
I don't even think you believe you.
There's gonna be a photo with you dead
if you keep going.
- [Nurse] Yeah.
There you go.
One step at a time.
- We both know that.
It's your choice.
(soft, serious music)
- Okay, looking good.
Looking really good, Will.
- You don't have to lie to me.
- I'm not lying to you, you're doing great.
You're gonna be outta here before you know it.
- Yeah, that's the plan.
(foreboding music)
(dramatic music)
(soft, brooding music)
- That's fucked, man.
Somebody's luggage and shit.
(soft, brooding music)
(William groans)
(water patters)
(soft, brooding music)
(dramatic music)
(traffic hums)
Hey, yo!
Who are you?
Hey!
Who are you?
Hey!
I asked you a question, man.
- I don't want any trouble.
I'm nobody.
- Motherfucker, why you lying?
Shit, you think I'm stupid?
Come here, hey!
Check this out.
That's you.
What are you doing here?
- It's been a long day.
I don't want any trouble.
- Oh, looks like you got it, man.
Plenty of trouble from what I can see.
You in hot water with them Fetter boys, huh?
Yeah, maybe I can help you.
- I don't need any help, either.
- Okay, Willy, all right.
You do you.
- You know what?
You know where I can get a gun?
- Motherfucker, step into my office.
Yeah, I had a little run-in myself with them Fetter boys.
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
Rory, yeah.
Motherfucker shot me, yeah, right here, in the shoulder.
Three years ago.
Motherfucking asshole.
Then he killed my fucking cousin.
Fuck, man, hate them guys.
Yeah, it all comes down to pain and pleasure, my man.
- Pain and pleasure?
- Yeah.
How much pain you wanna inflict on that fucker,
and how much pleasure you want to derive
from inflicting said pain.
Yeah, be my motherfucking guest.
(gun clicks)
That's a Glock Nine.
You can tell by the sound.
That's one of the most reliable stingers on the street.
Most cops carry that exact same model right there.
That gun's so reliable you could drop
that in a pan of pancake batter,
lift it up, it'll still bang bang.
Not that I would recommend doing that.
Yeah, you look like you know what you're doing.
Cop, cop, you ain't a cop.
You a cop?
- No, served, long time ago.
- You kill anybody?
- I was a marine.
- So you killed people.
I know, shit, you ain't fucking around, huh?
- No, sir, I am not fucking around.
- Willy, you can call me Dante.
- Okay, Dante, I would like to purchase
all of your guns and munitions.
How much would that cost?
- Yeah, you're gonna need 'em, man,
going up against the Fetter gang.
Yeah, they some bad apples, man.
So many guns, they have many guns.
All right, I'm gonna hook you up.
What's that saying?
The enemy of my enemy is my friend's enemy,
or some shit like that.
All right, give me 10 grand for the whole lot.
- There's 10 right there.
- Wait a second. (chuckles)
Let me see that.
Shit!
I should've asked for more money, man.
Man, anything else I can get you, rich boy?
- Nope, not unless you can get me a car.
- Let me guess, you want one of them
cars with no name on it, right?
You wanna keep it clean.
- That would be preferable.
- (chuckles) Shit, man, I got you covered.
You want a sandwich with that, too? (chuckles)
- How about the car and the jacket.
- Man, I love that jacket, man.
This jacket right here, this has been
in my family for three generations.
My grandfather wore this jacket.
(percussive rock music)
♪ Chasing the devil away ♪
♪ He's hanging on your shoulder ♪
♪ While you're standing on the corner ♪
♪ There's no better way ♪
♪ There's a better day ♪
♪ Slinging rocks on the corner ♪
♪ There gotta be a better way ♪
♪ Than hanging on the block and the gutter ♪
♪ That's where you're headed ♪
♪ You shot the kid, get away ♪
♪ The money is cold ♪ (gun bangs)
♪ It's the root of all evil ♪
♪ Plus a new pair of Jordan's ♪
♪ If you ain't balling bitches, it's a laugh ♪
♪ When you try to holler, niggas dying ♪
♪ Trying to get dollars ♪
♪ Through the (indistinct) ♪
♪ Doing the business ♪
♪ For dead presidents ♪ - Open or closed?
♪ For the hood riches ♪
♪ And some be good snitches ♪
♪ Telling cops where your herb stay ♪
(gun bangs) (bottle shatters)
♪ Tuesdays and Thursdays ♪
(gun bangs) (bottle shatters)
♪ Shit plays for keeps ♪
♪ The devil don't discriminate ♪
(gun booms)
♪ Friends and faith, no one is real ♪
♪ For a half a mil ♪
♪ Niggas, they sell they soul for the cash ♪
Open
or closed?
(gun booms) (bottle shatters)
♪ Dressed in all green ♪
(William groans) ♪ Chasing the devil ♪
♪ Away ♪ Open or closed?
♪ Chasing the devil away ♪ (gun bangs)
Open or closed!
(gun bangs) (hiphop music)
Open or closed?
♪ There's a better day, hey ♪
(gun bangs)
♪ Pull you into darkness ♪
♪ And the other in the light ♪
♪ One side is trying to keep you kind ♪
♪ The other wants to fight ♪
♪ Battling with all these demons ♪
♪ And it's fucking with your life ♪
♪ Trying to make an honest living ♪
♪ In an industry of fakes ♪
♪ These leeches on your ankles ♪
♪ Making business deals for snakes ♪
♪ The way you damage, you just keep ♪
♪ On doing what it takes ♪
♪ If you represent yourself ♪
♪ Then you ain't got to lose a case ♪
(siren wails)
- The fuck is this?
You're light again.
- No, it's not light.
- A shame about Danny.
He had potential.
Danny was pure, but too much like me.
- Well, Danny's dead, Pop.
(dark, droning music)
- And whose fault is that?
You were supposed to watch his back.
It should've been you.
- Yeah, maybe it should've been.
Maybe it should've been you, too.
- Get the fuck outta my face.
(dark, droning music)
(pulsing, dark music)
(pulsing, dark music continues)
(video game gun bangs)
(pulsing, suspenseful music)
(door bangs) - What the?
(gun bangs) (man groans)
(hand thunks) (man groans)
(discordant, exciting music)
(man shouts indistinctly)
(man groans) (fists thunk)
You come into my home, motherfucker?
I'll fucking kill you!
(tense music)
(man shouts)
(man groans)
(tense, exciting music)
I'm gonna fuck you!
(William groans)
(tense, exciting music)
(bottle shatters) (man groans)
(tense, exciting music)
Oh, you motherfucker, come here!
(gun bangs) (man groans)
Oh, fuck, why'd you shoot me?
(groans) Oh, fuck.
Oh, oh, fuck, oh, goddamn.
Oh, fuck, oh, goddamn, oh, fuck, you hit me good.
Oh, shit, I need an ambulance.
Oh, I need an ambulance.
You fucking shot me twice!
- I need you to tell me where he is.
- Fuck you, I need an ambulance!
Oh, God! (groans)
- Where is Rory?
- Okay, okay, all right.
If I tell you, you promise you'll call an ambulance?
I won't die like this.
- Yes, Zachary, I can do that.
- You promise?
He's probably at the club.
He's always fucking there.
- Club?
- Fuck, fuck, it's their club, man!
What? (groans)
(low, droning music)
- Thanks.
- Okay, okay, make the call.
Make the call.
Where's my phone?
Fuck. (groans)
Come on, come on.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
We had a fucking deal, man.
Please, you don't have to do this.
You don't, please.
I have a daughter.
Fuck. (pants)
Thank you.
(low, droning music)
- Open or closed?
- What?
- Your casket.
You want it open or closed?
(droning music)
(gun bangs)
(dark, droning music)
(dark, droning music continues)
(camera clicks)
- Another one of Fetter's boys.
- Yep.
(camera clicks)
- Pardon me.
(dark, droning music)
Detective Neil Chen.
Are you Donald Fetter?
- What are you here for?
- It seems your son Rory and his friends
are in the middle of a little conflict
with a gentleman by the name of William Duncan.
- I know all about William.
He killed my son.
I thought he died.
- No, he's very much alive.
I think he just killed another one of your son's friends.
I'll be blunt.
I'm here on a mission of goodwill
to end this war, both sides.
I just want it to stop.
- Whatever my son has done, that's his business.
I'm not sure I can help.
(Neil sighs)
You can see yourself out.
- Sir, I need to speak with your son.
I'm not here to arrest him.
If I were, I wouldn't be here alone.
- Why should I trust you?
- I know who you are, Donnie.
I know all about you.
Every cop does.
And I know that we allow you to do what you do,
and I know that that can change.
Do you want that to change?
(phone beeps)
- Get your ass in here.
- [Rory Voiceover] Sure.
- He'll be right in.
(low, muffled music)
(door clicks)
- Who the fuck is this guy?
- [Neil] Rory Fetter, Detective Chen.
- The fuck do you want?
- I know all about your war with William Duncan.
- My war?
If I read the papers correctly, William Duncan is deceased.
- Oh, no, he's not.
In fact, he just killed your buddy Zach.
- Zach's dead? - Yeah.
Shot three times today, just now, in fact.
- Then why are you here?
Why aren't you out chasing this murderer?
- Don't know where he is.
He escaped the hospital.
The one that you sent him to when you shot him,
murdered his wife.
- Allegedly.
So, you felt that it was a good idea
to come to our place of business
and tell us that this fuck-face
who killed one of my friends is on the loose
and you can't catch him?
- Listen, I'm actually here on a mission of goodwill,
'cause I want this all to end.
He's not gonna stop.
So I'm here to tell you that maybe you
should disappear for a while.
- Is that all?
- Yeah, that's all.
- Enjoy your day.
(door clicks)
The fuck is this?
This guy trying to scare us?
- I want you to kill that prick.
(dramatic music)
Get it over with.
Go.
(dramatic music)
- Right.
(dramatic music)
'Cause I fucking do everything.
Right, yeah.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- Evening, Detective.
(suspenseful music)
- [Neil] Gun wasn't cheap.
- You're telling me.
(suspenseful music)
- What the hell are you doing here?
- You working for them?
- [Neil] What?
- [William] You a crooked cop?
- No, man, I'm trying to fucking help you.
I want this to stop, I want all of this to stop.
- I saw you at the club.
- I went to tell them about Zach.
They deserve to know what happened.
How far are you gonna take this?
- However far it goes, it goes.
They took everything from me,
and it's only a matter of time
before they do it to somebody else.
- You gotta let this go.
- Yeah.
You know what, I didn't think of that, you're right.
I should fucking let it go.
Are you even fucking listening to anything I'm saying?
Let it go?
You know what these people do!
- I know. - Yeah, you know.
- In fact, there have been other initiation murders
just like this, and I knew it was them,
but nothing ever fucking sticks with these guys.
- Well, well done, Barney Fife.
Doing such a great job of protecting my community!
- I cannot let you keep going like this.
You know that.
- I'll stop.
It'll all be over very soon.
But I'm telling you now, if you get in my way,
I will fucking kill you.
You understand me?
- Yeah, I understand.
- Good.
Now I don't wanna see you again until this is over.
Then I'll turn myself in, I'll go to jail.
You can give me the lethal injection.
I don't fucking care.
But right now, you need to do one thing.
You look the other way.
(percussive, ominous music)
- All right.
Go and get this over with.
Quick.
(percussive, foreboding music)
- Get in here.
Sit down.
Why are you still here?
- What?
You just asked me to come in here.
- Go take care of William Duncan.
- Don't worry about it.
I'll take care of him.
- Just kill him.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
He's one man.
- I'll take care of it.
- Just fucking bounce.
Kill the prick.
You're my son, goddamn it, act like it for once.
- I'm your son.
- Pussy.
(pulsing, expectant music)
- Hey, my brother!
You gotta let me in there!
My girl is in there!
Hell, all my girls.
I'm VIP!
Oh, let me in, man.
(bouncer gags)
(low, pulsing music)
(loud hiphop music)
- Shit.
You got me.
- Looks that way.
- Get it over with.
- I don't feel anything.
I'm serious, Donnie.
Nothing.
You know, they say the first time is the hardest.
When I killed your son Danny, I was emotional.
It felt...
...I think the word is visceral.
Cathartic.
- Yes.
- But now I'm sitting here in front of you.
Nothing.
Not even a shake.
Is this what happens?
Is this normal?
You tell me.
How many people you killed?
Hmm, do you remember?
How'd it feel when you killed my wife?
- Enough of this shit.
- You feel numb then?
'Cause I feel numb at the prospect of killing you.
You know, I feel a little disappointed.
- Just kill me.
(dark, droning music)
(gun bangs)
(people shout)
- Hell no! - Shit, man!
- [Bouncer] Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go!
(dark, droning music)
- Nothing.
(dark, droning music)
(phone rings)
- Hey.
- [William Voiceover] Hello, Rory.
- Who's this?
- Who do you think?
- Did you kill him?
- Yep.
- Well, then I'm talking to a fucking dead man.
- You can't kill what's already dead.
(low, dark music)
(exciting music)
- Change of plans.
Get back to the club.
- My man.
(exciting music)
(tires screech)
(exciting music)
(gun clicks)
(exciting music)
(pulsing hiphop music)
- Oh, fuck!
- Sorry, brother.
- What are you sorry for?
He was a shit father and a despicable human being.
But that's not the point.
- [William Voiceover] You can't kill
what's already dead, Rory.
(droning, suspenseful music)
- Find him!
- [Thug] Yeah, let's roll, let's roll.
(percussive, suspenseful music)
♪ When the bough breaks ♪
♪ The cradle will fall ♪
♪ And down will come baby ♪
♪ Cradle and all ♪
(suspenseful music)
(gun bangs) (suspenseful music)
(guns bang) (suspenseful music)
(bottle shatters)
(gun bangs) (thug groans)
- Fuck, motherfucker!
Get off me!
- [William] I'm walking out with him, Rory!
- The fuck off me, motherfucker!
You're fucking dead.
(suspenseful music)
- I'll fucking kill him!
(suspenseful music)
- So will I.
(gun bangs)
(thug groans)
(guns bang)
(tense music)
(guns bang) (tense music)
(gun bangs)
(tense music) (guns bang)
(tense, jagged music)
(William grunts)
(soft, tense music)
(car buzzes)
(William groans)
(phone clicks)
(William pants)
- Rory, I saw that guy again.
(person knocks)
- [Dante] Yo, it's me.
- Come in!
- You got shot.
- No shit.
- [Dante] Where'd they get ya?
- Shoulder, I can't reach it.
- Wow, little bit of a problem, huh?
Yeah, when you get shot in the back like that,
like, hell, what are you gonna do?
Come on, stand up.
(William groans)
Okay, sorry.
Can I take a look?
Oh, man.
Man, that's in there deep.
- You think you can get it out with these?
- I ain't no doctor, man.
- [William] I don't care, just try.
Just do it.
(ominous music)
- Anything?
- [Thug] It's empty.
(ominous music)
- That's the best I can do under the circumstances.
(William groans)
(ominous music)
- How are you today, sir?
Do you by any chance know who owns that brown car out there?
- What is the license plate?
- 4-4-0-6-2.
(keyboard clacks)
- I don't know, it's not in the system.
- That's okay.
Thank you. (gun bangs)
- Yo, what the fuck, man?
- He didn't know.
(thug sighs)
(William groans)
- Look at that shit.
Can I keep this?
(jagged music)
- Willy!
Oh, Willy, Willy boy!
- Who the fuck is that?
- It's them.
They must've followed me.
- Yeah.
- [Rory] Oh, Willy!
- Looks like they brought company, bro.
Fucking hell.
- You're the next contestant on "It's Time to Fucking Die!"
(percussive, exciting music)
- You ready?
- Yep.
- All right, here we go.
(exciting, percussive music)
(gun bangs)
(guns bang)
Oh, shit!
(exciting music)
(guns bang) (exciting music)
- [William] Move out!
(guns bang) (exciting music)
- [Dante] Damn it.
- [William] Move out!
(guns bang)
- [Dante] Shit, fuck!
- Go.
(guns bang)
(exciting music)
(tires squeal)
(guns bang)
- [Dante] Stay down, stay down!
(guns bang) (exciting music)
(pounding, exciting music)
- [Rory] Come on!
(exciting music)
- Shit!
(exciting music)
(gun bangs)
(exciting music)
(gun bangs)
(tires squeal)
Fucking hell, man.
(exciting music)
(Rory laughs)
(exciting music)
(guns bang)
- Fuck, go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go!
(gun bangs)
- Better not try to shoot out my tires or some shit.
You know how much tires are, man?
(guns bang) (exciting music)
- Come on, Willy, come on, Willy!
- They're fucking expensive,
and I know they're 800-fucking-dollars per tire!
- Let's go, let's fucking do it, let's go! (laughs)
(guns bang) (exciting music)
- [William] I should've fucking seen her.
(guns bang)
- [Rory] Fuck you, you're right on him, bro.
Come on.
- [Driver] Fuck!
- [Rory] Come on, get close,
get close, get close, get close!
(gun bangs)
Go!
(exciting, pounding music)
(guns bang)
(exciting music)
(guns bang) (exciting music)
- Fucking hell, man.
(guns bang) (exciting music)
- [Rory] Go, fuck this bitch!
Fuck, get those motherfuckers!
(guns bang)
(vehicles roar)
(exciting music)
- Come on, man, pick up, pick up, pick up.
- Yo, what's up, what's good, my dude?
- Roach, man, I need your help!
(guns bang)
- [Driver] Get those motherfuckers!
- Yo, man, you bringing me some noise, man?
- [Dante] Got no choice, man!
They trying to kill my ass!
- Now, here?
Really, man?
- [Dante] I'm coming in hot, bro.
- I got you, don't worry about it.
(vehicle rumbles)
- What the fuck is up?
- That's an old friend.
He's gonna take care of us.
If we can get there.
- Listen up, everyone, incoming.
Load up.
In a few hot seconds, some real bad guys
are gonna come up here, so keep
your fucking head on a swivel, and stay frosty
'cause a bunch of shit is about to pop the fuck off.
(vehicles roar)
(exciting music)
(Rory laughs)
(gun bangs)
(Rory laughs)
(exciting music)
- Woo, come on!
(exciting music)
- Fucking A, man, we're doing it!
Did we lose them?
Oh, fuck me, shit, my ass, damn it!
(exciting music)
- [Roach's Man] Come on, come on!
(exciting music)
(guns bang)
- [Rory] Back up, back up!
(guns bang) (bullets ping)
(tires screech)
- Woo, my man, you saved my ass, man.
- You're my best parts supplier.
You know I'm not gonna let you die, brother.
- Fucking A, bro, thank you.
- Who the fuck is he?
- Man, that's the guy they're after.
- What the fuck did you do?
- It's a long story.
- Man, you that crazy motherfucker
that's killing all these fucks on TV, man.
- I don't watch the news.
- Well, I'm crazy, and you better be happy
that I am. (car revs)
(door bangs)
(exciting music)
(guns bang)
- Get back, get back!
(guns bang) (tense music)
(William groans)
(guns bang) (tense music)
(William groans)
(guns bang) (tense music)
Going to hell in smoke, motherfucker.
Say hello to God.
(gun bangs)
- Got ya.
(somber music)
(guns bang) (tense music)
- I'm out!
(guns bang) (tense music)
- I got you!
(guns bang) (tense music)
Go!
(guns bang) (tense music)
(Dante groans)
(tense music)
(guns bang)
(man groans)
(guns bang)
(percussive music)
- [Man On Ground] Help, please.
(gun bangs)
- Willy.
Willy!
Oh, William!
Willy!
How many people have to die, Will?
You killed my father, Willy,
which I don't really blame you.
But Danny...
Danny I didn't want to die.
(gun bangs)
(William groans) (dramatic music)
I fucking loved him.
He wasn't made for this world like you and I.
No, no.
(William groans)
No, you have to stop.
It's over now.
It's over, Willy.
I told you I would get you,
and I got you.
(tense music)
And I got you.
(screwdriver squishes) (Rory gags)
(discordant music)
(Rory groans)
(soft, tense music)
- Got you.
(low sirens wail)
(tense, pulsing music) (low sirens wail)
(sirens wail)
- [Cop] All right, everybody move!
You two go around back!
(tense music)
Go! - Go!
(tense music)
(man groans)
Hey, hurry up.
(tense music)
- Welcome to the party, fellas.
(somber music)
- Got your guy.
- Yeah.
Wanna go get a drink?
- Can't have you die on me.
You caused a lot of damage.
- You better arrest me. (coughs)
(William wheezes)
(shimmering music)
- I hope it was worth it.
(shimmering, pulsing music)