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(sweeping music)
(intense music)
(dirt crunching)
(person breathing heavily)
(music intensifies)
(person breathing heavily)
(person panting)
(footsteps crunching)
(gun firing)
(intense music fades)
(upbeat electronic music)
♪ Hold up
♪ Why don't they drown the kid
♪ I'm about to prove 'em all wrong again, let's go ♪
♪ I gotta know tolerance
♪ 'Cause they don't even know what their problem is ♪
♪ It's me
♪ You waitin' on the boy to fail ♪
♪ Now hold your breath and face your death ♪
♪ 'Cause you're playin' roulette ♪
♪ With each step I progress no less ♪
♪ Go ahead and place your bets
♪ 'Cause we know what we get
♪ We know we top 10
♪ 'Cause all the hate that you bring ♪
♪ We know it stops there
♪ I'm takin' off like a rocketeer ♪
♪ Ain't stoppin' here, restrained ♪
♪ Can I see the future bussin' profit here ♪
♪ Oh my God ♪ Wait up
♪ We gon' always win
♪ Promise that that's not a promise, yeah ♪
♪ That is a threat
♪ You know that I promise to bring the team commas ♪
♪ When the whole team win that's when you flex ♪
♪ Win, win
♪ And I'm like do it again
♪ Watch me win, win - Hey, hey, slow down, okay?
It's your first day, just start with a couple.
- I got it.
I'm okay.
(person sighs)
- New girl stressin' you out?
- I mean, seriously, where is Ricky finding these girls?
(person sighs)
Everything all right?
- That table is super drunk and the guy over there?
He can't keep his eyes off me.
- They're regulars.
- Yeah, well, regulars or not, let me know
if I need to call security.
- It's all good, they tip really well.
- Well, shit.
- Can I get two beers?
(upbeat music) (guests murmuring)
- [Bartender] Here you go.
- Okay, I got it this time.
- I be on them all the time.
How come they never tip me like that?
- I don't know. Maybe they just like her more than you.
- Fuck you!
♪ No loss, no loss, look
♪ I'm-a always win
♪ Where they go
♪ I'm winnin' again--
♪ I got no reason to give my love ♪
♪ You don't need that reason
(door clicks)
- [All] Surprise!
- Aw man!
(guests clapping)
- Welcome home, baby!
- Thank you, mama.
I'm, hey!
- Hey! - He's back!
- Hey, welcome back! - James is back, man!
(guests chattering)
(uplifting music)
- Oh boy I'm happy, I missed you, boy!
- I missed you too, man. I can feel the love right now.
- Yeah.
- [Speaker] What we gonna do to make sure?
- Hey, uh, I never gotta tell you much
I appreciate you looking after me.
- Come on. No, man. - No, I mean it.
All those years you was visiting, putting money on my books.
I, I can't repay you enough for that.
- Hey, my little brother, right? That's my job.
Besides, who else gonna look after your heart.
- Watch it, we ain't kissing.
- Hi!
- My favorites! - Anything for my baby.
(both laughing)
- What? Come on.
Hey boy. Come on now.
Slow down. Ain't that serious.
Let me have that, bro. You think you fast?
You think you fast?
You ain't even...
(upbeat music)
♪ We set the record straight for a minute ♪
♪ Hey I get it stay with it
♪ I don't give a
♪ I'm cool with it
♪ Play up, keep my fans with it ♪
♪ Yeah they gonna remember my
- Great work tonight. How was your first day?
- So far so good. - Stacey. Tanya.
Who's opening tomorrow?
- I am.
You know, it's about time I get my own set of these.
- You keep the customers coming and maybe you'll get one.
- And they'll keep coming if you let me revamp this place.
- You can do whatever you want once you're in charge.
- I'm sorry. Is that a promotion I hear?
- Not yet. But she's close.
She'll be there in no time. Trust me.
Alright ladies. I'm heading out.
- He's all talk and no action.
- Why don't you just quit?
- Oh, I don't know
because I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
I can't just walk into a job and get whatever I want.
Some of us actually have to work hard. Let's finish up.
I'm ready to go.
- Hey don't take what she said too personally.
You wanna last around here, you better toughen up buttercup.
- I was counting on the days
when I could eat one of these again.
- I could tell.
- Yeah for a minute I forgot how good y'all had it out here.
- Well, I, I wouldn't say all that.
Almost a completely different person when you left.
- Really?
It's all behind us. I know.
So they got your time in half, huh?
- Yeah. I mean, because they should.
I mean them dumb cops. They messed up My evidence.
Ain't no choice but to let me go.
- Got lucky.
All good?
- Mhm.
(footsteps creaking)
- I'm glad you're home. - Me too.
(bottles clack)
- Hey, you still in the gang?
- Why you ask? - Because I want in.
- You can't do that. - Why not?
- Because you just got outta jail, man.
You don't need to be selling no drugs.
- So what you want me to do?
Like go work at some fast food place?
Like, man, I can't be living at my mama's house
like some kid.
I need my own shit.
- Look, I told mom
that I'll help you get back on your feet.
All right. But not like this.
- Stop being stingy.
I look, we live right down the street from a college town.
I turn this whole thing into an operation.
Now let me help you double no triple what you got going on.
- No, no, no, no, no. I'm good, alright.
I've been stacking up, man.
I've been stacking up to leave all this.
- Man get the fuck outta here.
What, my boy's a quitter?
- Is this the first thing on your mind straight outta jail?
- This, this is the only thing on my mind.
- Then maybe you need to spend a couple more days there
'cause you ain't run enough, Chase.
- Look. Come on man.
Mike, please.
I promise I won't stay in long just for a short-
- Chase. I said no.
Drop it. (upbeat music)
(insects chirping)
(person knocking)
- Tanya.
- Hey. - You avoiding me.
- No, I just went at work all day.
- So that means you have my rent.
- Not exactly, but look, I'll have it next week. I promise.
- Listen, sorry doesn't pay the bills. Okay Tanya?
And I gave you plenty of chances.
And no more special discounts either.
- Don't flatter yourself.
Maybe you shouldn't have raised the rent.
- Listen, I like you Tanya,
but if you don't have my money in seven days,
I'm going to evict you.
- Okay? I'll have your money.
- I'm not playing. I'm serious.
- I got it. Seven days.
I got it. Okay.
(door creaking)
- Hey.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hi bud. - How are you feeling?
- Okay. How was work?
- It was work. We had a new girl show up today.
- Remember when that was you? - Yeah. Unfortunately I do.
- Yeah. Well, just remember, you're there for a good time.
Not for a long time.
- Yeah. I'm still waiting for it to be a good time.
- So quit. Get your life back on track.
- Come on.
- Go back to medical school.
- Let's go sit down. Come on.
- Sweetheart.
- Look, you know I can't do that.
And I can barely afford the nurse as it is.
And I, I just got another rejection letter from insurance.
No one's gonna cover the treatment.
- I don't need the nurse or the treatment.
- Yes you do. I I'm not gonna sit here and let you die, Dad.
- Look, if it comes, it comes.
- No, you have to stop talking like that.
We're not having that conversation.
That's not what's going to happen.
- I don't want you holding off on your dreams because of me.
- Dad, you're getting the treatment. That's it.
(somber music)
(Stacey sobbing)
(door creaking)
(door slamming)
- Hey.
- Something wrong with your phone?
- I must have been busy at work. Sorry.
- I can care less if you was busy or not.
When I call, you answer.
- Hey, I'm sorry.
- Why do you need this job anyway? I take care of you.
- Well, I just, I wanna have some extra money for myself.
I don't see the problem.
- Okay, gimme your purse. - What are you doing?
- Go ahead and put in your two weeks notice.
(upbeat electronic music)
- You good. How you feeling?
- Never better, ready to get in the game, man.
- Come on now. Oh, you serious?
I can't do that for you brother.
Plus you just got out.
You find a nice woman. Chill out for a minute.
- No woman's gonna want a nigga fresh outta prison
with no motion.
I got the money. All right.
I see the drugs, man.
- Where'd you get the money?
- Where you think? - Victor? Really?
- Yes really? Finally came to his senses.
- Finally want you in, huh? - Hell yeah.
- This shit turned into a family affair.
(upbeat electronic music continues)
Hey, gorgeous. Don't be shy, how you doing?
♪ Don't afraid, won't hurt you
- I'm doing fine. This all you?
- It sure is. I just bought it.
I named her princess. - Just made that shit up.
- Shh!
Matter of fact, I think I seen you around a few times.
- I think I've seen you around as well.
But it's nice to finally meet you in person. I'm Jasmine.
- Y'all can't do this on the other side of the car.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry. Come check it out.
- Really? Because I'm free all night.
But it looks like you might be busy.
- Man, fuck you. - Set it up for that.
(door slamming)
- Oo!
(upbeat electronic music continues)
♪ Here comes the job, don't be obsessive ♪
♪ It could be intensive
♪ it could be explosive, it could be offensive ♪
♪ Don't be defensive
♪ Don't be aggressive
♪ It will be a waste, we could be expensive ♪
♪ Need a little thing in your life ♪
(intense music)
- Hey Ricky, can I talk to you real quick?
- Yeah, sure.
- I really need a raise. You know, with my dad.
There's just a lot going on right now.
- Stacey, you know how much I value your work here,
but I just can't give it to you.
If we had the cash flow, I would. I'm sorry.
Look, you're a hard worker.
The hardest worker here, but you're a hard ass.
People want a bartender they can talk to, chat it up with.
If you tried a more friendly demeanor,
I know you'd kill the tips.
- Thanks. Thanks Ricky.
♪ Track your money like this (upbeat music)
- Stacey I need two beers and a whiskey.
- Ah, yeah.
Oh fuck!
Just take a second. (upbeat music continues)
(door slamming)
♪ All my life is waiting now
♪ Waiting to get it all
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- You don't seem okay. - Everything's fine.
If you could just not spill any more fucking drinks tonight,
that would be great.
You think you could do that?
(phone buzzing) (crowd chattering)
- Hey gorgeous. - Hi.
- You don't remember me? - Yep. What can I get you?
- Why the long face.
Last time you were so happy.
You should smile more. (upbeat music continues)
- Happy now? What can I get for you?
- Thought you'd never ask.
- Don't touch me. - What's the problem?
- I said don't touch me.
- What's going on over here?
- Did fresh meat need to learn herself some manners.
- Fresh who?
- Hey, I'm sorry, Kirk.
She's new. I'll have a talk with her later.
For now have a drink on the house. Huh?
- I'm not thirsty anymore.
(gun cocks)
You and I both know I'd turn this motherfucker upside down
if I wanted to.
Lucky I like you, Ricky. Let's get outta here.
Still not smiling.
(intense music)
- Tonight we could have lost a very loyal customer.
Do you understand how much that guy spends here?
Maybe I'll just take it out of your next paycheck.
- Of course he does. He's a fucking drug lord.
- I don't give a damn what he is.
His dollars help keep this place running
- And so do your employees, Ricky.
So maybe you start sticking up for them too.
- You're right. I apologize.
I just want what's best for you girls.
The better we do,
the more money I can afford to pay you ladies.
Hmm. - Sorry.
It won't happen again.
- You ladies have yourselves a nice night.
(somber music)
- I wanted to say I'm sorry about earlier.
I, you didn't deserve any of that.
- Why were you so upset?
- I just found out there's no way
I can make enough money to pay for the treatment
my dad needs to stay alive. - Oh my God.
I'm sorry.
- He's still fighting. That's what matters.
- Wow. Surprised you're telling the new girl.
- It took her months before she told me about her dad.
- I owe her.
I started working here to pay for his medical bills.
- Yeah, she dropped out of medical school. You believe that?
True testament to her character.
Can't wait till I end up at the hospital
and went into Dr. Stacey McDonald.
- Jesus Christ. Don't.
- How about you? - Me?
Well, I left at 18.
My uncle couldn't keep his fucking hands to himself,
so I left and I never looked back.
- I'm sorry that happened to you.
- It's life.
I ended up here and plan on running this place one day.
- This place? - Yeah.
When everyone comes here,
it's like a center for the community, you know?
- I'm just glad someone has faith in this .S hole.
- Well, I've been working here for years
and Ricky still hasn't move me up, so.
- You just can't wait to start bossing me around.
- Oh really? Yeah.
Well get used to it puta.
Anyway. Your turn new girl.
- I don't know. - Hey, come on.
We told you our shit.
- My boyfriend and I are going through a really rough patch,
I'm just saving up enough money for a fresh start.
- This place might be a shit hole,
but there's one thing for sure.
We take care of each other.
- That's right.
- In fact, I say we toast to that.
- Let's do it.
Salud.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- Oh! - Oh.
- It's definitely well liquor.
- She's a rookie. (both laughing)
(traffic roaring)
(intense music)
- Fuck is this bullshit.
- It's not what you think, it's not what you think.
- Man fuck you.
- Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait!
(guns firing) (intense music)
- What happened? - You okay?
- They shot each other.
Wait. - Oh my God. Oh my God.
- Wait! Fuck.
Shit.
(footsteps thumping)
- Is he, is he alive?
- No, he's fucking shot in the head.
- Fuck oh fuck.
- Um really?
- Well how else do we know?
- I'm gonna call the police. My phone's in the bar.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- I'll be right back. - Stacey!
You do realize we're in the middle
of a fucking active crime scene
and there are two dead bodies, right?
Oh, oh, is that... - Yes. Cash.
- Oh! - Stop touching it.
- Yeah, she, she's right. Put it back.
- No.
- Don't be a fucking idiot.
- Well it takes one to know one.
- Guys stop, Tanya, seriously put it down.
You don't wanna get arrested.
- She can't put it down now.
Her fucking fingerprints are all over it.
- Fuck, fuck.
- I fucking hate this bitch.
- What, why?
- I'm calling the police. - You know what,
if you wanna go to jail, you're going alone.
- Hey. Hey you guys.
This is a present from Jesus.
(intense music) (door creaking)
- Hello. - Fuck.
(intense music continues)
- Well, thank God you came to your census.
- Yeah, I still think you two are crazy
leaving so much money behind?
- I'm not crazy, Tanya.
But we don't wanna be mixed up
in whatever happened out there, serious.
- Hi, my dad's really not doing well
and the nurse can't stay.
I need to go like right now.
- Oh, oh, go, go.
- Are you sure? - Yes, please.
- Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yeah. - Forgot.
- Oh my God. - Thank you. Bye.
(footsteps thumping)
Holy fuck. - Wow.
You're a little jumpy, honey.
- What the fuck, Tanya? Now's not the night.
- I was thinking,
you know that money can help you and your dad right?
- Well, I appreciate it, Tanya.
I just, but now's really not the time I have to go.
- I, I got it. I got it.
(sirens wailing)
(intense music) (radios chattering)
- I'll talk to the witnesses.
I am Detective Rogers. I'm gonna ask you a few questions.
Okay?
- What happened here?
- Looks like a drug deal gone wrong.
Two suspects unload their firearms,
sending each other 11 to 12 shots,
looking from the shell casings.
Luckily no one else was injured.
They did you however leave 10 kilos of cocaine over there.
- No money?
(sirens wailing) (radio chattering)
- Jesus. - Yeah, man. Just a kid.
- No bag of money. Any cameras?
- No cameras. Just possible witnesses.
- Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.
- So, nothing?
- We know. We really didn't see anything.
- Sorry to interrupt. Detective Ethan Craig.
- Hi.
- I see you met my partner, Detective Rogers.
- Yeah we were just telling your partner
that we didn't say anything.
Sorry.
- You didn't hear any gunshots either?
- Gunshots. - No,
but I mean, we had the music up really loud, so.
- Yeah, really loud.
And it was only the two of you working here tonight?
- No, our other coworker was here,
but she had a family emergency.
- Her dad has cancer.
Would you mind writing down her contact information please?
- Sure. (sirens wailing)
- You know, I'm sure you ladies have had a long night.
It's probably best that we let you be aware
we'll be reaching out for you
if we have any further questions.
- Okay. - Thank you.
- Thanks. - Thank you ladies.
(sirens wailing)
- They have the money. - You think?
- Yeah, I don't know.
(radio chattering)
(somber music)
(insects chirping)
- This is a lot of money.
I told you. - Hey shh my dad is sleeping.
I cannot believe you put this in my fucking trunk.
- You're welcome. - No, Tanya.
It's not a you're welcome situation.
We need to call the police.
- And tell them what that you took a bag of money
from the crime scene
and brought it to your house. - She has a point.
- Nia. - I'm not saying she's right,
but there is a stolen bag of money in your house.
- The police are gonna figure out we have it anyway.
- How? - I don't know Tanya.
Cameras, witnesses, your fingerprints.
- With a thousand other people's fingerprints.
Plus there's no cameras in the alley.
- You don't know that.
What about the people that this money belongs to?
They're gonna be looking for it.
- More of a reason for us to spend it faster.
Plus my rent is past due.
- I don't know if this is a good idea.
- Come on. We can split it evenly.
Nia, you can take your cut
and finally get away from that crazy ex of yours.
- You know what? You got a point.
- Yeah. Right. - You're right.
But but before we spend a dollar, we just wait to see
how this whole thing blows over.
- No. - You guys.
Nobody knows that we have this penny.
If we all do the same thing
and keep our mouth shut, we'll be fine.
- Yeah, well then you're gonna blow it
immediately big mouth.
- Bite me.
So we doing this or what? - Hell yes, I'm in.
- This is an awful idea.
- Stace. Think about your dad.
This money could save his life.
- That is low and you know it.
- Come on.
You need this money just like we do.
- For my dad.
- Then it's agreed. - Yes.
- Good. I'm exhausted.
- Okay. Well, what are we doing with the money?
Where are we keeping it?
- Does anybody have a safe?
- Ooh yes.
At the bar.
And that way we can all keep our eyes on it.
- I don't wanna touch it anymore.
- I do.
(intense music)
(lock clicks)
- Where the fuck you been?
- I, I was at a coworker's last night.
- Are you going somewhere? - She needed some help.
So I'm gonna stay with her again tonight.
- Why are you lying to me?
Careful. Trust is important in this relationship.
If we are going to make this work,
I need you to tell me what you're doing.
- Okay? I don't wanna be with you anymore.
(intense music continues)
(Nia gasps)
- Where are you gonna go? Huh?
You don't have anyone.
I'm the only support that you have.
And even if you manage to leave, you'll be back.
I'm sure of it.
(both grunting)
- Don't you ever put your hands on me again. (panting)
(door slamming)
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Yeah. That's my boy, that's my boy.
Every single time, baby. Threes from half court.
(phone buzzing)
Okay. Hey ma.
- They killed him! - What?
Who's that?
- They killed my baby. - Just, just slow down.
Okay. What's, what are you saying?
What's going on?
- Chase is dead. - Wait, what?
Where are you?
(mother sobbing) (somber music)
No, no, no, mom! (mother sobbing)
(somber music continues)
♪ Tell them we run this town
♪ Run this town
- And you are sure Ricky doesn't use the safe.
- Oh yeah, I'm sure.
See, he forgot the combination,
and I kind of pretend like I did too.
I used to have my vapes in here before I quit smoking
so we're good.
(upbeat music)
- Oh no. Absolutely not, no, no.
I have one cancer patient already. I don't need a second.
- That's right. - Okay.
Can I talk to you? - Yeah, of course.
So last night things got really rough
with my boyfriend and I decided that
that was gonna be the last time
I let him put his hands on me.
I, I had to sleep in my car.
This is a really big ask and,
and you can say no if you want to,
but I was wondering if I can sleep on your couch.
I can give you more of my share or-
- No, absolutely you don't have to give me your share.
No, of course. I have a spare room.
Stay as long as you need. Okay?
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- Alright. Think we're in business, ladies.
- All right. - Let's get outta here.
(intense music)
♪ To represent, know we run this town ♪
♪ We represent, tell them we run this town ♪
♪ We represent
(upbeat rock music)
- Stacey McDonald.
- Detectives?
- We were hoping you could answer a few questions.
- Yeah. I just need to set up the bar.
- By all means. Take your time.
We missed you last night.
- Yeah, my dad had a medical emergency.
- Do you often have shootouts in this neighborhood?
- Yeah. Unfortunately it happens not infrequently.
- So you didn't see anything? - No.
I needed to leave a little early.
- What time did you head home?
- Around three.
- Did you see our squad cars pulling up?
- I left out the front door. I was parked across the street.
- So you didn't hear the 12 gunshots?
- I was wearing my headphones.
- In the bar while the music was playing.
- I always wear 'em.
- You do know that two people were killed
right outside this building last night.
- I do, my coworkers told me. I, it's awful.
- Maybe you can help me understand something.
A drug exchange went sideways
right outside this building last night.
Now we've located the product,
but you know what's mysteriously missing?
A bag of cash equal in value.
Any idea where it might be?
- That is mysterious.
- You do know that tampering with evidence carries
some serious jail time.
- Can't help you with that.
- Okay?
- Thank you for your time Ms. McDonald.
- We'll be seeing you. (somber music)
(traffic roaring)
- I will catch you inside. - Okay.
- Victor Brown, what brings you to this side of the tracks?
- What happened to my brother Ethan?
- I can't disclose any of that information.
There's an active investigation pending.
- Coming for me is one thing,
coming after my brother, must have lost your mind.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
And you're getting awfully close to assault.
- Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.
- It's like father, like son, I will tell you this.
It's one of your own people, Marcus Kelly.
You might wanna keep a better eye
on the people you hang around.
(person knocking)
(door creaking)
- You got some fucking explaining to do.
- Apparently we both do.
How did my brother end up in a bad deal with a bag of coke
you gave Marcus?
- The you mean how?
He said you was in with him.
- What, I never let Chase in on this.
- We didn't, where'd he get the, the money,
'cause right now I'm down 10 keys.
- I don't know.
- We had to get it from somewhere.
And since the cops took my shit,
you going to pay me my fucking money.
- I ain't got nothing to do with that.
- See, your pops never put me in no bad business.
- And that's why you would never be the man that he was.
- I ain't trying to be.
- Clearly but lucky for you
I know exactly where it is.
See I got eyes and ears all around that bar.
It's these three chicks down there
that been yapping like crazy.
They think they slick, but I know one of 'em got it.
- But if you know, then go get it yourself.
- Nah, you gonna clean up Chase's mess.
(intense music)
(door creaking) (door slamming)
(intense music continues) (crowd chattering)
(ice clattering)
- How are you? Are you all right?
- Yeah, everything's fine. - Are you sure? Because...
- Oh yeah. I'm good, I'm good.
- All right. You got this?
- I'm sure.
Hi. Did you get everything moved in?
- Oh yeah. Tanya even helped.
- Oh, that's great. The detectives came today.
- What?
- Started asking all sorts of questions about the money
and where it was and what-
- What did you say?
- I didn't say anything.
I just told him I really didn't know.
- God. We gotta keep a little profile.
- You are late, go check up on the customers
and be on your best behavior okay?
- Okay. Sorry.
- It's just the, the guy in the booth.
He just needs to be cashed out.
- Okay. Got cash out.
Oh, got it. Alright.
(intense music continues)
Shoot. Hey.
Right. So that will be 11 bucks.
All right. I'll be right back with your change.
- Keep it.
- You want me to keep $89? - Yeah.
- And what's the agenda? - I don't have one.
- Everybody has one. - Good thing my name is Victor
and not everybody.
Can I get your name?
- It's Nia. - Nia, nice to meet you.
(crowd chattering)
- What happened over there?
- It's been a night.
- How long have you been working here, Nia?
- Couple weeks. - You like it?
- You're asking a lot of questions.
- Well, I can't have a innocent conversation?
- Yo. I got other tables.
So are you gonna order something else or?
- I'm sorry. Okay.
I just, I just lost my brother recently
and you just seem like somebody nice to talk to.
I didn't, I didn't mean about...
- Hey, I'm really sorry.
This place is really starting to get to me.
- Why's that? - I just,
I mean, everybody here is carrying so much baggage
and I just...
- Looks like you need somebody to talk to.
- Oh, I gotta really get back to work.
- What?
Oh, I'd like to get your number if that's okay with you.
- So there was an agenda. (crowd chattering)
- She's coming, my bad boss!
(crowd chattering)
(traffic roaring)
(camera snapping) (intense music)
- How is he?
- There's not much more we can do for him.
He needs the treatment. He won't survive without it.
- And there's, there's nothing else you can do.
- I'm sorry.
(dad coughing)
(door slamming)
- It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
You know, I remember like it was yesterday
while you were running around with your father,
Chase was in the living room studying to be a engineer,
trying to make something of himself.
That is until he heard you bragging about
all the no good dealers you were dealing with.
- Come on now, ma.
You know, I kept him away from all that.
- Yeah well, I know you're lying because he came over
after the party and told me all about it.
- What exactly did he tell you, mom?
- You knew. You knew.
He looked up to you.
He got himself killed trying
to be like his big brother.
- Wait, wait, wait.
You, you trying to say that all this is my fault?
- No, no, no, no. Of course not.
It's mine. It's my fault.
Because the moment I knew you were selling dope,
I should have packed my bags and moved us up outta here.
- Ma, what you want me to do?
- I wanted you to be an older brother and look after my son.
- You act like I don't know that's my brother.
- You know what?
Let's not forget who taught me to be the man that I am.
The very man that you handpicked to raise.
- Hey, you watch your mouth when you speaking
of my late husband.
- He had me out in the streets when I was 15.
15, ma.
What? You wasn't paying me no attention.
No, what you think I didn't wanna go to school
and be something too?
See, ma, you would've noticed
that if he wasn't out there driving the fancy cars
and wearing the mink culture.
- Living in the house that your ungrateful butt grew up in.
You think I did all of that for me?
No, I put up with him,
so the two of you can have something, a roof over your head,
food on the,
hell you should be thanking me.
- Thanking you. - Yes.
You know what? I can't do this with you, ma.
I'm not having this conversation. I'm gone.
- Then go! Run like you always do.
Yeah, but let me tell you something.
When your father found out that I was pregnant,
he didn't even want you.
No as a matter of fact, he begged me
to have an abortion.
But I was the one who refused.
See, you are right.
We were having fun living our lives.
But let me tell you something.
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be born.
- Well, if it wasn't for you,
I'd still have a brother.
(mother cries) (somber music)
(door slamming)
(pills rattling)
- Victor. (somber music continues)
- I told you this wasn't for you.
You went and got yourself killed.
- Nah, you got me killed.
(intense music)
(Victor gasps)
(traffic roaring)
- Hey dad.
You're gonna be okay.
Okay?
I promise I'm gonna do everything
I can to make sure you're okay.
(traffic roaring)
Hello?
Yeah, I'd like to schedule an appointment.
(water splashing) (Victor panting)
- Just do this. (somber music)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello? - Victor.
- Who's this? - It's Nia from the bar.
Oh, hey Nia.
- [Nia] Did I catch you out at a bad time?
- I, I don't know, maybe.
- [Nia] Are you okay?
- Honestly, not really.
- Talk to me. - I don't,
I don't wanna bother you with my issues.
I barely even know you.
- [Nia] It's no bother.
And I've been told I'm a pretty good listener.
- Okay? My life is falling apart right now.
I lost my father and my brother and my mother,
she's blaming me for all this.
And yeah, maybe, maybe I did just take a hand full of pills
to ease the pain,
but at least, at least allowed me to see my brother again.
- [Nia] Hey, let's talk face to face.
(traffic roaring) (insects chirping)
- You find something? - Possibly.
- That's the guy that paid you a visit. Is he an informant?
- No. Not exactly.
- Well, you have a lot of pictures of him.
Who is he?
- Victor Brown.
- As in?
- Brother to Chase Brown. Son of Carter Brown.
Wait, the local drug dealer
that the department tried to bring down
before your father died?
- Would've been the biggest bust
in this precinct's history.
- Your father was a legend.
- Yeah, he was.
He made me realize that it's up to us
to keep these streets safe.
- Why you so interested in him?
- Because he may be after our missing money.
(bouncy music)
- Are you sure you shouldn't go to the hospital?
- Positive. Thanks for this.
- It was on the way.
- So tell me about yourself.
- I hate that question.
- How about your plans for the future?
- That's better.
- Well, I, I love fashion. Really wanna move to New York.
I mean, that's where all the fashion companies are.
- Fashion designer.
- Exactly.
- What inspired you?
- Boredom, I'm an only child.
So my mom would go to work.
I would go through her closet and try on her clothes.
My bedroom became my little fashion studio
and my hallway became my runway.
- Wow that is very inspiring and really lonely.
- Yeah. Yeah. (laughs)
So how about you?
- I am in sales.
- Hmm. What kind of sales? - Real estate.
- Really? In this climate?
It's gotta be tough.
- I know. That's why I plan on getting out.
But it's in my DNA, my father. He was a salesman.
What about you? How's work been?
- Oh my God, I don't know if you know,
but there was a shooting at the bar.
- You saw it? - No.
- Well, how is everybody handling it?
- I mean, I'm okay, my coworkers on the other hand,
that's another story.
I think we're all just trying to take it day by day.
You know? (romantic music)
(insects chirping)
(Nia laughs)
- Hey, thank you for meeting me.
- You are welcome.
(Nia gasps)
- Found you.
Shh, I don't wanna hurt you.
- No, no, no, no!
- Don't blame you for breaking up with me.
Things got a little messed up.
- Okay we can talk about this.
Perfect. We can talk about it when we get home.
Let's go. - No, I'm not going to.
- You really trying to leave me.
- I'm not going home with you.
- Come, come here, come here!
(fists thudding)
- No, no, no, no, don't kill him!
- You know this guy. - He's my ex.
(gun cocks)
- You ever put your hands on her or even look at her,
I'll kill you.
Come on. Come on.
My place is around the corner. Let's go.
Come on. Come on.
(intense music)
(crowd chattering)
- What you doing? - I was gonna take my cut.
- You plan on mentioning it first.
- My dad's gonna die. - Stacey.
Oh, come here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Okay. Good luck.
- Thank you.
(engine roaring) (dramatic music)
(glasses clinking) (liquid pouring)
- Mm?
Wow.
Thanks.
- Welcome.
- I didn't mean to fall asleep, sorry.
- So how are you feeling?
- Better.
Embarrassed.
Can't believe all that happened.
- Crazy ex-boyfriend?
- He said that I could never leave.
That I'd never be able to live on my own without him.
And for a minute I started to believe him.
I'm done with all that.
Thank you. - You are welcome.
- Just glad that I got a way out now.
- What do you mean? - I don't plan on
being in town much longer.
- Did you and your friends take a bag of money?
- What?
- The shooting the other night.
- We didn't take any money. - Listen to me
when I tell you this,
keeping that money will get you killed.
- What do you mean?
- Look, if I tell you anymore, it'll put you in danger.
And I'm just trying to, I'm trying to save you.
I need you to trust me. I need that bag.
(sirens wailing)
- Hi. Is this where I can pay for a patient's bill?
- It is.
- The patient is Howard McDonald. You do take cash, right?
- Yeah. (phone ringing)
Sorry.
- Yeah. Hello?
- You need to get back here now.
- What are you talking about?
- What is it? - It's a recording device.
You're not gonna believe what's on this.
- Play it.
- [Chase] My name is Chase William Brown.
I'm risking my life, but I want the world to know the truth.
(insects chirping)
(zipper rasping)
(door slamming)
- Don't get yourself killed.
You're not getting all nervous on me, are you?
- What if Victor doesn't do a deal?
- You just better hope that he does.
But nothing's gonna happen to you
as long as you do what you're told.
- You're asking me to fuck over my own brother.
And you do know this is blackmail, right?
- You could always finish out your jail sentence.
- Okay. Alright man.
I'll go back in.
I'll do the rest of my time then.
- Look, you're going to get this done.
If not, I'm gonna describe
to your poor mother the gory details
about how her son got stabbed to death
because he didn't know how to listen.
Then I'm gonna arrange for the same thing to happen to her.
And after that, I'll just figure out a way
to deal with Victor on my own.
Are we clear?
- Yeah. Yeah, I got you.
(fabric rustling)
(door slamming)
You fucked up.
- What do you mean?
- I just got a call from evidence
and they don't have anything on file for that money
you gave Chase Brown.
- Yeah. Sorry, I was going to tell you.
- Are you crazy?
You stole from the department.
You could lose your badge for this
and take me down with you.
- Did you report it? - No.
I covered for you partner,
but I'm not with this shady shit.
Tell me why you would even do it.
- So I'm setting up a deal
with his childhood best friend, Marcus Kelly.
I don't want to have to do this, but I have no choice.
It's either him or my family.
- So you did all this to take down Victor.
He's a drug dealer. Why not just arrest him?
- You think I haven't tried that.
There's never been enough evidence.
Chase got arrested, I saw there was a window of opportunity.
- Are you outta your damn mind, Ethan,
you are way off the reservation with this.
- I know.
- You can get the money back,
but you need to stop with this vendetta.
- I can't.
- Please don't make me report you.
- Don't.
- You're not leaving me much of an option.
- Either help me or report me,
but I'm going to get Victor. (intense music)
- That motherfucker.
- Victor Brown is a drug dealer.
- We have to tell Nia.
- Ah put it down.
- Kirk. What the fuck are you doing?
- Gimme the bag. - What are you doing?
- No. You don't want that bag.
- Shut the fuck up.
- I'm fucking serious. You don't understand.
You don't want that bag.
- You got about 10 seconds
or I'm killing both of you bum ass bitches.
- But you don't-
- Stacey, just give him the bag.
Give it to him.
- Smart girl. - Look, you got it. Okay?
You got what you came for.
- Sorry. - No!
(gun firing)
- Holy fuck.
- Oh my God. - Are you guys okay?
No. Fuck, get away from him.
He's a fucking drug dealer. - What?
What are you talking about?
- We have it on tape. - Yeah.
- Your brother was working with Ethan Craig.
- What? What the bag was wired?
You need to gimme that.
- Absolutely the fuck not.
- Look, listen, look.
You may not know this, but we're all on the same side, okay?
So let's just have a conversation. Yeah?
- Fine. Let's talk.
- Okay if Ethan finds out that that recording exists
and you have it, he'll kill you.
- Then we need to take it to the news right now
and have them release it because I'm-
- No, no, no. You can't do that, all right.
- It's, you'll be dead
before it even gets before a judge.
- So what should we do? - I'll take the money
and I'll give it back to Ethan,
like you asked, and you three never found a recorder.
- What?
- Okay, so then what?
Life just goes on after that.
- I don't, your brother made this as life insurance
and you just wanna forget that it exists?
- No listen, I did not say that.
Just hide it. Take care of it for now.
- Then what about him? - I'll handle it.
- Spoken like a true drug dealer.
- I did just save you. - Guys.
- Okay. How about we do this?
We can take the money
and find a place to go outta town somewhere.
- Exactly. But where?
- I dunno. Anybody get a place outta town?
- No.
- Yeah. I, I do.
- What?
- My uncle, he, he has a farm.
It's in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
- Cool. I'm with it. - Okay. Me too.
- Yeah.
- Good. Okay.
So the three of you,
you just, you get outta here, right?
You lay low, but you gotta go now.
- Wait, you're not coming?
- I'll catch up to you. I promise.
- Yeah, you better
because we're not done talking about this.
Be safe.
- Go. Come on, let's go.
(footsteps shuffling)
(dramatic music)
(footsteps crunching)
(intense music)
(shovel thuds) (intense music continues)
- Are you fucking crazy?
- You lied to me about Chase.
You had him set up and killed.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Know what I'm talking about?
You know what, you know what's good for you,
you stay away from me and my family.
Yeah. Yeah.
You, you thought my brother was an idiot,
but he got everything on tape.
- He was wired.
So you found the money.
- Yeah. Way to go, Detective.
- You're playing with fire, Victor.
- Guess what? I already been burned.
(intense music continues)
- What the fuck was that? - Nothing.
(intense music continues)
- Alright, here we go.
Alright, here.
- I, I got it. I got it.
- I just wanna help.
- I, I I'm good.
- Okay. The nurse should be here in like 15 minutes.
I'm gonna go pack. Okay?
- Wait a minute.
You still haven't told me where you're going?
- They haven't told me yet.
- What kind of medical internship is this?
- Listen, don't worry about me, dad.
Just you focus on, on getting better, rest.
- Okay no, I'll just be happy
my button is getting her life back on track.
- I'm just glad you're okay.
- Thank you.
- Alright. - I'll see you later.
(dramatic music)
(Victor knocking)
- [Mother] Now I know no son of mine is pounding on my door.
- Look, ma, ma, I, I just need you to open the door. Okay?
I gotta tell you something.
- [Mother] Well, I could hear you fine right here.
- My look, mom, I'm, I'm, I'm not proud of myself
in my past, okay?
I hated Dad for setting me up on the pathway he did.
And I, and I hate myself for what happened to Chase.
I just ma that's not on me. Okay?
It, it was the cops, they forced Chase
into a deal that got him killed.
Okay, ma, I hate that I can't talk to you
face to face, ma.
I'm done. I'm out of the game, ma.
- Oh, thank you Lord. Thank you.
It means I gotta leave
and I might not make it out,
but, but I gotta, I gotta try, right?
I gotta try for, for me, for you.
I just want to say goodbye.
- Listen, listen.
You don't have to hate yourself.
You didn't deserve any of this, son.
Listen. Listen.
Let's go forward and be better.
He will want that.
- Love you, mom.
- I love you too, son.
(birds chirping)
(door creaking)
(paper rustling) (somber music)
(door slamming)
(wind blowing)
(peaceful music)
- Okay. We made it.
- Yay.
- I told you I'd get us there in one piece.
- I didn't believe you, but okay, we're here.
- Alright. (peaceful music continues)
- Hiya sprout.
- Uncle Jimmy! - Come here.
Come here. Oh, it's so good to see you.
You got big!
Oh yeah. Let me look at you.
You look like your mom.
- Thanks for having us.
- Yeah. Who's your friend?
- This is Nia. - Hi.
- Hi. You have a beautiful home.
- Oh, thank you.
It's been in the family for forever.
- Hi, I'm Tanya. - Hi Tanya. Nice to meet you.
- Thanks for having us. - Listen any friend of Sprout
is a friend of mine.
So yeah.
- Hey, leave your bags, I'll take you inside,
show you your rooms, yeah?
Alright. Come on.
- He's so hot. - Stop it.
- Perfectly average height. - Oh average height.
(door creaking)
- Alright. This can be you Nia.
This was actually my room when we used to come here.
- Did you come here often?
- Yeah. Yeah.
We used to come all the time before my mom died.
It was really hard on my dad and my uncle Jimmy too.
But she's the reason why I wanted
to be a doctor in the first place.
- That's nice.
- This place is beautiful.
- It's just like, I remembered it.
- So is there like a auntie Jimmy around here?
- You have to be kidding me. - What?
I could be Auntie Tanya.
- No. - Come on. Auntie TT.
- There's no way over my dead body.
Gross. - Oh my gosh.
- Kiss the can.
(footsteps crunching)
- Watch the thorns. (peaceful music)
- This was like my favorite place to come as a kid.
I don't know. Something about the tree.
It just feels like life.
- So are we gonna talk about the plan?
- You both are welcome to stay here as long as you want.
I do think it'd be smart if we split up
for a while after that though.
- - Yeah, I agree.
I'm gonna stay for a couple days
and then I'm head down south.
- Where do you think you're gonna go?
- I think in Mississippi.
- Ooh.
- I think I might open a small diner. Maybe start a family.
- I love me a good tour to Honey.
- I didn't know you cooked.
- What about you, new girl?
- Well, I'm gonna head to New York.
Focus on my fashion.
I have this dress design
that I cannot wait to bring to life.
- You are gonna do big things.
- How about you?
- I think I'll probably stay here
until I know that my dad's treatment takes him,
but he's stable you know?
And then maybe have apply to med school abroad.
Leave the country, I guess.
- Oh, okay. What country?
- I've always wanted to go to Italy.
- Bono!
Oh, I am really proud of you.
- Congrats. - I'm proud of you too.
And you come here.
- Yeah. Come on.
Bring it in, new girl.
- Oh, I appreciate you guys.
I'm really glad you guys are here.
- Me too.
(peaceful music)
- Hello. Okay. (intense music)
- We got hit on the money.
- Where? - Grace Memorial Hospital.
There was a cash payment made for a patient
by the name of Howard McDonald
who happens to be the father of Stacey McDonald.
- Let's go.
(intense music continues)
- Look I know you're just doing your jobs,
but I'm sorry I haven't seen her in days.
Did you check with her father?
- We did.
Is there anywhere else Stacey
and the other two girls could be.
- I wish I knew.
I came into work and they were just gone.
Didn't give me any notice. Nothing.
- You could always hire some new girls
with your cut of the money.
- What?
- Nothing, huh? - Okay. Not nothing.
But they didn't give me any warning.
Listen, you can stop pretending.
- I don't know anything about this money
or where the girls are, I swear.
- Yeah, listen.
Why don't you cut the bullshit out!
- Wait, wait. Stop, stop.
- Cut the bullshit. - No. No.
- Cut the bullshit. - I don't know anything.
- Okay. Thank you.
We'll call you if we have any more questions.
All right. Let's go..
- Appreciate your time.
- Between the drug dealers and the cops...
- Let's do a full rundown on any family members
that may- - What the fuck was that?
- I wasn't gonna hurt him. All right.
Just a hard push to make sure
he wasn't giving us the runaround.
- I don't like what I'm seeing.
(intense music continues)
(wind chimes chiming)
- Hmm.
Hey, how's your pops?
- He's okay. Yeah, you know, he got the treatment.
It's supposed to help, but he's still fighting.
- That's good to hear. - Mm.
Girl, you put your foot in this.
- I'm sorry. What?
- It just means that the food's good.
- Yes. - Okay.
- It's fire.
- Oh, it is. - Thank you. Thank you.
- You can stay as long as you like.
- Don't encourage her.
- You know now. - Down girl.
- What?
- Don't worry about it, Jimmy. You're doing great.
- Oh, nothing, Uncle Jimmy.
- Oh... (person knocking)
(suspenseful music)
- Is that for you?
- No.
- Expecting company?
(chair creaking)
- Who's there? - It's Victor.
- Victor who?
- Oh, he's with us.
- Hi.
- It's nice to meet you, Jimmy.
- I'm so sorry, Uncle Jimmy.
I forgot to tell you we had another person coming.
- Well a friend of Sprout's is-
- Yeah. Close enough.
- Alright.
- Thanks for opening up your home to us.
- I'm just helping out Sprout,
out of all the places in the world she could have chosen,
she chose old Uncle Jimmy's farm.
So come on. We're eating.
(Victor knocking)
- Come in.
I missed you.
- You lied to me.
- Yeah. - Why?
- 'Cause I, look, I'm done selling drugs.
Nia, you're special.
- Am I?
- You saved my life.
- You saved mine too. (peaceful music)
(birds chirping)
(phone buzzing)
- Hey, pops. What's up? - We need to talk.
Where did you get the money to pay for my treatment?
- What do you mean? - Two detectives
were just over here asking me where you are.
- Detectives are talking to you?
That what, what did you, what did you tell them?
- Did you know the bills you paid with are marked?
Stacey, you need to tell me what's going on
right now, young lady.
(suspenseful music)
- Hey guys, you need to get down here.
- Don't touch me. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's happened?
- Tell 'em.
- The money that we stole,
those bills were marked.
- You're joking.
- Does it look like I'm fucking joking.
- Ethan. He gave my brother marked bills.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Does that mean we can't use any of the money?
- None of it.
- Oh god. What did we do?
- I fucking knew this was gonna happen. I fucking knew.
And I told you all along to leave the money where it was
and to call the fucking police.
And nobody fucking listened to me.
- This was everyone's decision, Stacey.
- How the fuck was this everyone's decision, Tanya.
You put that money in my fucking car without telling me.
- Oh, really?
Because the only reason they found out is
because you spent the money.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop.
We can figure this out.
- No, because she's putting this all on me.
That money saved your dad's life.
You should be thanking me.
- Thanking you? - Yes.
- Bitch, for what?
Because I'm gonna spend the rest of my fucking life
in a jail cell.
And how is that saving my dad?
- Yeah. All right.
Because you got all the answers.
- More than that.
- Breathe.
- Stupid.
- Calm down.
- We get to think of a plan B.
- There's no fucking plan B.
Do you get this? Like this whole thing?
Us here we're done is over.
I mean, we can turn ourselves into the police.
- Maybe that-
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't do that.
- What? Why?
- 'Cause Ethan Craig will have you killed, all of you.
And you spent the cash. So he probably knows we're here.
We need to leave now.
- Okay.
- Fuck this whole thing is just fucked up.
- Stacey.
- Hey Sprout.
- I can't.
- What'd I miss?
(intense music)
(footsteps thumping) (door slamming)
- Wait, Tanya. Wait, wait, come on.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Wait, wait, wait. Tanya.
- Victor's here.
- We should call for backup. - No.
They won't make it here in enough time.
- You're rushing into things.
- Look, this road is the only access to the farm.
I need you to take the car
go to the entrance and make sure
nobody's trying to make a run for it.
- No, I should come with you.
- Look, Carmilla, listen.
I need you to have my back up there. Trust me.
- This is a bad idea. - I know.
(door slamming)
- Don't get yourself killed. - You can do the same.
(engine roaring) (birds chirping)
(intense music)
(Ethan knocking)
Can I help you?
- Detective Craig from Metro PD?
- You're far from your jurisdiction.
- James Anderson. - Oh, that depends.
- I have reason to believe that you're harboring a fugitive,
your niece, Stacey McDonald.
She's wanted in a suspected of felony fraud
and obstruction of justice.
- Yeah. I ain't seen her.
- The owner of that car is also wanted.
I don't think you're being too honest with me.
- Hmm.
- Where are they?
It gets real quiet around here. Especially at night.
I like cop shows.
They're always going on and on about Miranda rights,
search and seizure, warrants.
It just got me thinking, where's your warrant?
(intense music continues)
- Last chance Jimbo. - (laughs) For what?
I think you did-
(gun firing)
- What the fuck was that?
(engine roaring)
- Oh my God. They're here.
(intense music)
- I don't have the keys!
(gun firing)
Victor!
I don't, I need you to hide.
Don't argue with me.
(intense music)
- It is a shame it had to come down to this Victor.
My father was a good cop.
He was a hero who took pride in serving his community,
but your father took this all away from him.
Now what I learned after being on the force
for all these years, Victor,
many times Victor, doesn't do the trick
with people like you.
He should have let you animals die by your own sword.
Don't you miss your brother Victor?
He really took that bullet for you.
Huh?
What a great big brother you are.
(door rattling)
(guns firing)
(gun clicking)
(fighters grunting)
- Come on, come on.
(fighters grunting)
Come on, come on. (fighters grunting)
(object clattering)
(Nia yelps)
(Victor yells)
(gun firing) (suspenseful music)
- Run!
(intense music continues) (fighters grunting)
- Get the fuck off me!
- He, he killed Victor. He killed Victor, he killed Victor.
He shot him.
- We have to get to the car.
- No, no, no. He's there.
He's at the car. He's at the car.
We have to run away.
- Raise up your fucking hands.
- We know we're turning ourselves in.
- Don't make me shoot you.
- Stacey, what the fuck?
- I'm really glad to see you.
I, I didn't know what to do.
Victor showed up and he started making us do
all these things and it was really scary.
- Yeah. Did he make you spend that money on your father?
- No, no, no. That, that, that, that was on me.
- Yeah yeah.
She's right. Right.
We didn't want any of this.
- Hey, stay where you are.
(fighters grunting)
(gun firing)
(footsteps crunching)
- What the fuck is going on?
- It's not what you think it is.
- Okay. Talk to me, Ethan. (intense music)
- I told you to stay in the car for a reason.
- Damn it Craig, you know I gotta take you in.
- No.
(guns firing) (Rogers gasping)
(footsteps crunching) (Nia panting)
(punch thuds)
(Tanya groans)
- Stacey, Stacey?
Stacey, come on.
Stacey, no, Stacey?
My God. Wake up please, Stacey.
Please, please, please. (sobs)
(intense music) (gun firing)
- You always were an asshole.
(intense music continues)
(Nia coughing)
Oh shit!
- Yeah. Stay with me, stay with me.
Okay, hold on. I need you to help here.
- Put pressure right here. Stop the bleeding.
This is Detective Carmela Rogers.
Yes. I need a bus sent to my location immediately.
(Nia gasping)
Come on. Just breathe, Nia, please just breathe.
Nia, Nia, Nia, Nia?
Come on Nia, come on.
No. (sobs)
(dramatic music)
- Stacey's uncle came by and gathered up her belongings.
Detective Rogers keeps on checking in on us
just to make sure, I guess that things are okay.
- I am sorry you didn't deserve any of this, Ricky.
No one did.
- I was most upset about
how you ladies left without giving me a warning.
I mean, have you ever tried to use
that stupid frying machine?
Almost burned my eyebrows off twice.
- Yeah. I actually have plenty of times.
- So how much time you have left?
Six months. - Got anything planned?
- I don't know taking a look at my record,
I won't for a long time.
- I'd like to beg to differ.
You know, with all the news coverage,
I thought I was gonna have to close the place down,
but to my surprise, it went the opposite direction.
And that's largely thanks to you, Tanya.
Pretty soon we're looking at opening up a second location
and I'd like you to run it.
- Me?
I don't know what to say.
- It's long overdue, kid.
See you in six months?
- I'll be there. - Okay.
(somber music) (Tanya sniffling)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)