(chuckles)
Oh, God. Oh.
I don't know what the hell happened. We're an old married couple.
- Mm-hm. - (both laugh)
Was it the pot?
Um... I don't think so cos we brought it with us from New York.
It's the same.
What was that, uh...
(laughs)
What was that, uh, that old movie?
What?
You know, Blame It on Rio.
- It has to be that. It has to be that. - I like that.
Hey, feel my heart.
Are you going to make it till dinner time?
(both laugh)
And after dinner.
Oh, God.
God, I'd love to live like this.
Yeah.
Well, I'm willing.
Do we have enough money to stay in Brazil for the rest of our lives? Huh?
I'll think about it.
OK.
Do you think that's it? Being away?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Hey, babe.
Where'd you go?
Don't do this to yourself.
Everything's wonderful.
Mm-hm. Yeah.
I don't feel like such a fuck-up when I'm here, that's all.
- (woman) Good luck. - (man) See you in a bit.
I love you.
OK.
Don't touch anything, don't say anything. Back up.
Turn off the lights. Turn them off!
Are you fuck? Don't even think about the buzzer. Get in the corner.
Is the cash in here? Open it up. Open it up!
Quick. And get over here. Do you want me to shoot you?
Open it up! Open it up! Get over in the corner, get over in the corner.
Keep your hands down. Keep your fucking hands down.
All right?
Come over here. Get over here so I can see you.
Come over here. Stand in the corner. Come over here!
Put your hands down. Put your hands down.
Bullshit. Is this all you got in here?
I'm watching you. Stay away from the fucking buzzer, all right?
It's shit. Get back in your fucking corner! Get back in your corner!
Keep your hands down by your side, all right? I'm watching you.
I will shoot you, all right? I'll fucking shoot you in a second.
This is all shit.
Diamonds.
Where's the fucking keys for this case? Where are the keys?
- In the drawer. - Shut up, all right?
These are them? Don't fucking move, all right?
Don't move.
What, are they all the same? Are they?
Fucking stupid bitch.
I'm watching you.
Which fucking key? Which fucking?
This is bullshit.
What the fuck is up? What type of glass is this fucking?
What the fuck is up with this glass?
Fuck this shit.
Bullshit.
Fuck.
What the fuck are you shooting me for, you stupid fuck?
(both gasp)
(mutters) My gun.
Oh, fuck.
(tyres screech)
Aaghh! God! Fuck!
Andy! Shit.
I'm so stupid!
OK, OK.
Oh, fucking Andy!
Oh, shit!
(man) Nice. Nice.
(all chant)... who do we appreciate? Sutter, Sutter!
Yeah, Sutter!
Hey! Two-for-four! You batted.500!
- No, Dad. The second one was an error... - No, no. It was a perfectly-placed bunt.
- Who's going to want seconds? - Uncle Andy, can I have another hot dog?
The way you played, I'll buy you the stand.
- Her mother doesn't want her eating junk. - That's all right. That's a hot dog.
- What do I owe you? - Hank, your money's no good here.
No, I got it, OK? I got it.
Are you sure?
- That was a good game. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Give me a kiss. I'll see you next weekend.
- I love you. - Be good. Here's your ball.
- You didn't feed her junk, did you? - No.
I don't want her to develop bad habits. She looks puffy.
- She doesn't look puffy. You look puffy. - Fuck you.
- She wear sun block? - It was cloudy, Martha.
There are rays, Hank. Hey, you got my money?
Oh, Christ. Martha, do you have any idea what that school is costing me?
- You wanted to send her there. - It's a good school. She wanted to go.
- You owe me three months. - I don't owe you. I owe Danielle.
- Don't get semantic. - Goodbye.
April, May and June.
Look, I promise, all right?
(man) What's up, Hank?
Piece of shit.
Fuck you. All right, can I borrow your cellphone?
- I don't have one. - Oh. Just...
- Brain cancer. There's a phone there. - OK, it can wait.
What's happening with you?
I used to think you had the world by the balls, now I'm not sure you got any.
- I got 'em when I need 'em, all right? - Yeah.
Yeah, smart and funny.
That's what I always admired about you - your wit.
You're a prick, Andy.
I always was.
- So let's see if there are any left. - What?
Cojones.
Well, you need money. So do I. Let's solve it.
- What are you talking about? - There's a place we can knock off.
We know it like the back of our hand. Easiest money we'll ever get.
What are you saying?
It's worth about 600 grand. And it's insured, so it's a victimless crime.
I offer that in case your faggoty conscience bothers you.
I lay it off on 20 cents on the dollar.
That's 60 grand each.
Give or take.
- I can't believe this is you that's talking. - Believe it.
And so it's safe. Nobody gets hurt, everybody wins.
It's perfect.
Why?
What do? Do you need money?
Of course, but this is serious. I'm not a serious-crime kind of guy. I got a kid.
You got shit. You got a whole lot of shit.
You said so yourself. All the time, every day.
You know what? It's not as serious as you might think.
You're my little brother. Now trust me.
God, Andy.
You called me up to talk me into something crazy.
Yeah, that's why I called you up.
Talk you into something crazy.
Uh-huh.
Well, what's the place?
No, not another word until you commit.
Oh, fuck.
You're too much.
So, how's the wife?
(man) Hey, Hank.
Hey, I got an appointment. I'll be back in a few, all right?
Of course you will. It's Thursday.
You're early.
Well, you know, my days are so busy.
Just tell me you'll think about it.
But I thought about it already and I came to the conclusion that you're crazy.
I'm gonna go where with you?
I mean, you've got child support,
you've got Danielle's school, you've got the rent...
(groans)
You've got the mortgage. You're just up to your ears in debt, Hank.
I can solve all that, I know I can.
When are you going to grow up, Hank? Hm?
You have a really good thing going and you should just enjoy it.
We have a really good time in bed. I don't ask for anything.
I love you. I want more.
Hm.
So does, um, Oliver Twist.
Can I help you this second?
Or do you really, really, really have to get back?
Huh? Huh?
The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, and not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most;
we that are young shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Whoo!
(man) Bravo! Bravo!
- I'm so proud of you. - You were wonderful.
Grandpa and I thought you were wonderful.
Excuse me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I have to have your autograph.
- You were incredible. - Stop it.
- What? - I messed up lines.
- No, you didn't. Did you notice? - I didn't notice at all.
- You were great. What? - Can I see The Lion King this weekend?
- There's a class trip. Everyone's going. - Did you ask your father?
- Can I go? - Sure. You can have some money.
Well, it's $130.
But we're staying overnight, and that includes a hotel and everything.
OK. Great. Yeah.
(phone rings)
- Yeah? - Hey, man. Can I talk to you?
- Where are you? - Down the hall. By the coffee.
- How about my office, 30 seconds? - All right.
The super at 111 Riverside says the boiler's kaput.
He needs you to... Uh, hello?
So?
- That place that you were talking about... - What place?
The one that we were going to, uh...
To knock off. Rob.
Say it.
Tell me about it.
I can't tell you about it until you say you're in. Once you say it, there's no way out.
I'm in.
Let me see your hands.
- Say it again. "I'm in." - What are you talking about?
- Say it again. "I'm in." - I'm in.
What?
I wanted to see if you were pulling that chicken-shit stuff.
- "I had my fingers crossed." - I'm in. What are we doing and when?
It's a jewellery store. Does this ring a bell?
No.
What if I tell you it's got a Foot Locker on one side
and a Claire's Accessories on the other?
Yeah, that's right. You got it.
Now, listen. We don't want Tiffany's, we want a mom-and-pop operation
in a busy place on a Saturday with the week's takes still in the safe.
We've both worked there, we know the safe combinations,
we know the alarm signals, we know where everything is.
I figure between the week's take, the jewellery and the cases, the vault,
there's a $500,000 haul, I figure probably six.
That old lady that works there is alone till noon.
She's not going to be a problem.
Andy.
Yeah?
It's Mom and Dad's store.
That's what I said. A Mom-and-Pop operation.
- We can't do that. - Oh, yeah. Yeah, we can.
Think about it. It's perfect, it's perfect.
In and out in a minute. Insurance takes care of Mom and Dad so they're not hurt.
No one's going to give a shit. The cops will...
Jesus, Andy. L-l-I...
Why would you even want me in on this?
- Well, it'll solve everything for both of us. - What has to be solved for you?
Well, same as you. I need money. I'm going to start all over again.
- What do you mean? - What the fuck? None of your business.
L-l-I just want out. I just want to... That's all.
I'm getting out and I want to help my little brother.
Come on.
Yeah.
No, I don't think I can do it. I don't think I...
Oh, yeah, you can. Yeah, you can.
No, it's...
That's $2,000.
It's an advance.
Let's see what just that much does for you.
And... imagine the rest.
Five, six, seven, eight...
- $900. OK? - You still owe me May and June.
Monday, all right? Everything on Monday. That's what I said.
- You're such a fucking loser. - I come over here with $900...
- Yeah, if it was for me, maybe. - Goodbye.
May and June, asshole. Danielle, dinner!
Please don't put me on hold. Jesus.
- Oh. Hey, Bobby, let me buy you a drink. - I'm working. I ain't loaning you money.
- No. Come on, man. I am flush. - You hit an exacta, dude?
Something like that. If you're free tomorrow, I've got a proposition for you.
- Later. - Yeah.
- What if there's a guard? - There isn't.
- No? - No. It's a mom-and-pop place.
Whoever heard of a mom-and-pop jewellery store?
It's in the suburbs, all right? It's not in the city.
I don't know.
All right. We drive out there, we check it out.
Anything looks off, you know, we just drive away.
We say "fuck it", drive our happy asses home, and I keep the money anyway.
Yeah, fine. You keep the money anyway.
- Hanson? - Yeah, that's me.
Great.
- Yeah. - For Christ's sake. We gotta go.
It'll only take a second. Shh.
We gotta go. Goddammit.
Jesus Christ, Bobby. It's so fucking early.
If Boo wakes up, you sit up with him.
- I told you it was work. - I don't give a fuck what it is.
Chris ain't used to getting up this early.
Oh, Christ.
- Hey. Here. - Thank you, baby.
Yeah, just keep it down, OK? You wake Boo up, I'll kick your ass.
Yours too.
Come on.
All right, let's do it.
(soft rock)
(turns up volume)
(Bobby) Are we there?
Who the fuck are you supposed to be?
I used to work there and I can't take a chance on being recognised.
Don't... Look.
- You ain't never done this before, huh? - Yeah. So?
I gotta tell you, you look like a fucking asshole.
I'm going to do this on my own.
- Really? - You do the driving, I do the thing.
- What if... what if you need help? - I got all the help I need.
- There's no shooting. - I ain't looking for it.
You do the driving, I do the thing.
- No shooting. - You ain't got the balls.
I got the balls and a gun. That's the deal or I'm leaving...
Hey, no. Just...
Just no shooting, OK?
(soft rock plays)
OK. Ten more minutes.
(heavy metal)
What the fuck is this?
You can listen to that faggot shit all the way home. I gotta get into character.
- Right? - OK.
OK. This is it.
Are you ready?
Car in front, door open, I jump back in, you take off.
- Simple as a pimple, right? - Right.
- Right? - Right.
- Let's do it. - All right.
(heavy metal)
(soft rock)
(gunshot)
(tyres screech)
Uh, yes. Hi. Hello. Is Andrew Hanson available, please?
Uh...
Uh, Mooney. Mooney.
OK. Yeah. Tell him it's Mooney.
- (phone rings) - Yeah?
(woman) Mr Mooney on line two. He sounds like some nutcase, but...
All right, I'll take it.
It just came apart, Andy.
Oh, my God. Andy.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
No, honey. No, don't worry. There's just some mistake.
Well, it's either the bank's or mine.
Oh. Maybe I didn't put enough money into the joint account.
Yeah. No, listen, don't worry.
Of course we have the cash. I'll call, I'll take care of it, OK?
Yes. OK?
(sighs)
- (knock at door) - (man) Andy?
- Yeah. - We're waiting for you.
OK. I'll be right in.
Jesus.
OK. Next.
The auditors.
Some of you might have heard we're getting hit with an IRS audit.
The auditors will be here on Monday.
They'll spend a day or two with each department.
On Monday they'll start with Payroll, so you're up first, Andy.
Great. That's great.
No... no problem.
How are you doing today, sir?
Thanks a lot.
(doorbell)
(TV plays in background)
Hungry?
Have a drink.
Hm. Right. Tonic water.
You know, the...
the thing about real-estate accounting is that you can...
you can add down the page or across the page and... and everything works out.
So every day everything... adds up.
You know, the... the total is always the sum of its parts.
It's clean, it's clear, neat, absolute.
But my life, it, uh...
i-it doesn't add up. It's, uh...
You know, nothing connects to anything else. It's, uh...
l-I'm not... I'm not the... the sum of my parts.
All of my parts don't add up to one.
Or one me, I guess.
Get a shrink or a wife.
- I got a wife. - Get a shrink.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Was it me, honey?
What difference does it make? It's another strikeout.
I swear, it would make a lot of difference.
You're all I want.
(sighs)
I'm a lousy cook, the house looks like shit, I'm a lousy lay.
I don't know why you'd want to keep me.
You weren't in Rio.
I wasn't what?
A lousy lay.
Well, like you said, just blame it on Rio, hm?
Suppose I could get us back there?
What?
Rio.
- To live? - Absolutely.
You're cr... You're just crazy. Crazy.
Why is it crazy? The real-estate market's booming in Rio.
It's a lot of new money. They'll want the same as the Europeans, Arabs.
Everyone wants real estate in New York and America and I know the market here.
You don't even speak the language.
I'll fucking learn it.
Jesus Christ...
You know, when... when... when you met me,
my... my... biggest prospect was inheriting a mom-and-pop jewellery store
in a fucking shopping mall in Westchester.
Now, I know it's not Trump Plaza and, um...
But just take a look at how we're living now.
When I took that lousy job in that real-estate office, I was a fucking gofer.
And I'm pulling down six figures now.
I'm smart.
I know the angles.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- I bet you do. - What the hell does that mean?
Because there's no extradition agreement between Brazil and the United States.
How the... how the hell do you know that?
I saw it in the movie.
Yeah. I guess I saw the same movie.
So what are you thinking?
What are you thinking? What are you thinking?
Don't ask, don't tell.
I just want us to get back there.
I've seen heaven, Gina. It's a nice place to stay.
- OK? - Mm-hm.
- All right? - Uh-huh.
What language do they speak there?
Portuguese.
I speak a little Spanish.
That's... I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's not the same language.
- Yes, it is. - It's not.
Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
No. Shh.
- Cómo se llama? - Me llamo...
Gina.
(door buzzes)
Why did you come to me?
I know you from way back. I know what you do.
- You're a cop. - No, I'm not a cop.
I just wanted to make sure you're still around. Either you take it or you don't.
- But I know you will. - You could work for the cops.
You can check me out.
I'll be back.
(door buzzes)
There's $2,000.
It's an advance.
Let's see what just that much does for you.
And... imagine the rest.
Right. So, how do we start, huh?
It's not "we", you.
Me?
What the hell do I know about robbing a jewellery store?
You'll learn.
On-the-job training, you know?
- Cut it out. This is serious. - Serious as a heart attack.
Listen, number one, I can't... I can't go up to the mall.
- Why not? - Oh, God.
I walked the area with a home-depot representative
cos they were thinking of buying space. I'm getting big handshakes.
"Andy, baby, how are you?" And all that bullshit,
cos they figure on making a killing cos a big chain wants to buy them out.
Someone's going to recognise me too easy.
Well, so we postpone it, just...
Yeah, we could, you know, wait a year.
I don't know about you but my problems are pressing.
Jesus, Andy, I...
Andy. L-I wouldn't even know how to start, man.
- You can stop being a baby. - I'm not...
Yeah, you're being a baby. Get a gun, a toy gun in a kids' store.
That old lady that works on Saturday, what's her name?
- Doris? - Yeah. Doris. Mom's friend.
She's, uh... she's, what, 60-70? As blind as a bat.
Look at me. Blind as a bat.
All right. Those guns look so real they fool cops.
You go in just as she opens up, put her ass in the back room,
you empty the vault, the cash, the trays, and you dump it in a fucking sack.
All right? You don't got to be neat about it.
Oh, Jesus, Andy. I don't know. I don't know. I don't... I...
I don't know.
Come on.
You can do it.
You can do it. Anybody can.
- I just think... - I know. It's too late to think.
It's too late.
This is our future.
(phone rings)
Yeah?
(woman) Mr Mooney on line two. He sounds like some nutcase, but...
OK, I got it.
It just came apart, Andy. Oh, my God. Andy.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
- (Hank) Could he be in a different wing? - Pipe down a second. I'm trying to help.
- What are you doing here? - Dad called me. I just got here.
- This lady... - I got it. I got it.
I told him we've got no Charles Hanson. Wait a minute. I got a Nanette Hanson.
- What? - There's a Nanette Hanson.
Brought in about, uh, three hours ago.
What?
Gunshot wounds.
- Where is she? - Emergency ICU.
Now. Hey. Hold it. Wait. Are you related?
Sir? Are you?
Dad?
Uh, she's... she's unconscious.
And they...
She's...
(stammers)
They say, um...
- (woman) So, how are you feeling? - Yeah, I feel old.
(chuckles)
I've been studying all week and I can't retain a thing.
Come on. You're going to pass with flying colours, Dad.
That's how I'm going to spend my birthday, taking that stupid test.
- Have you spoken to your brothers? - Uh, a few weeks ago.
Yeah? How are they?
Busy.
You know, Dad, Hank is Hank and Andy's Andy.
No more cramming, birthday boy. It's the moment of truth.
- What time's Doris come into the store? - She said 12 at the latest.
She has to baby-sit for her daughter.
I'll pick you up right after my test.
Come on, come on.
All right, all right, all right.
- Perfect score, Mr Hanson. - Bingo!
(laughs)
Congratulations.
Now, if you'll take this to window C, they'll give you the eye test.
I might not do so well on that one. I've been studying hard, of course. Thanks.
All right.
- Sir, sir... - That's my store.
What happened? What's happening?
- Sir, behind the line. - I want to know what's happened.
- Please. I want my wife! She's my wife! - Calm down.
I love you.
There are more tests we can do, but from what we've seen so far, it's very unlikely.
There's no brain activity
and, statistically speaking, there's very little chance for recovery.
Why was Mom working?
I thought she didn't work at the store. Katherine told me.
Doris had to baby-sit. I had to go down to the DMV, get my eyes tested.
Huh. Today's my birthday.
Where's your brother?
He, uh...
He says he can't take it, to let him know if he can help,
but he just can't see her like that.
He's 28 years old.
This goddamn punk from Red Hook. Red Hook. What was he doing up here?
What in the fucking world?
I mean, did he put a map on the wall and throw a dart?
It's so... absurd. It's so goddamn arbitrary.
Why me? Why her? What was this goddamn kid doing?
You belong in hell!
Yeah, I understand. All right. Thank you.
It might be better to call to make an appointment.
Well, I'd rather wait.
Please.
Dad.
You have to make a decision, Dad.
The gun was bought in Texas. Stolen Texas driver's licence.
His ID fake. The gun turns up in New York a year later.
- Mom needs you to make a decision. - Andy, leave him alone.
Just leave him to his grief for one minute.
- Mom is in the hands of Jesus... - Would you cut it out with that crap?
- Don't push Dad to make a decision. - Well, he has to make a decision!
Hey, Patrick.
(doctor) We know it's difficult, Mr Hanson.
Let her go.
(priest) Almighty and ever-living God,
remember the mercy with which you graced your daughter Nanette in this life.
Receive her, we pray, into the mansions of the saints.
As we make ready our sister's resting place,
look also with favour on those who mourn her
and comfort them in their loss.
Because God has chosen to call Nanette from this life,
we commit her body to the earth,
for we are dust, and unto dust we shall return.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
- A wonderful woman. - I'm so sorry.
You have my deepest condolences. She was a dear friend.
- So sorry for your loss. Your mother... - I'm so sorry.
(man) God bless you.
There's no way I can make this scene, Andy.
- He was always such a baby. - (man) Sorry for your loss.
(phone rings)
Yeah? Mm-hm. Mm-hm.
Hm, I can't really talk right now.
Hm. I can't.
I have to go. Andy needs me.
- (man) 22nd Precinct. - Detective Barrett, please.
Just a moment, sir.
- Sorry, he's not in. - Is there anyone down there
knows anything about the Nanette Hanson case?
- Who's speaking, please? - Charles Hanson. Yeah.
Just a moment, sir.
- Sergeant Sullivan. - Yeah, good morning, Sergeant.
I'm trying to reach Detective Barrett but he doesn't return my calls.
- Would you like to leave a message, sir? - I wouldn't like to leave another message.
Doesn't anyone down there give a damn or work for a living?
Would you like to leave a message, sir?
- Don't you know how important this is? - I know. I just...
l-I thought I was gonna be able to work it out,
but I couldn't get the money together, you know?
My friends think I'll be there. What'll I say?
You know, there's gonna be other field trips.
Not to The Lion King there won't.
If you weren't gonna pay, you should have said so
and saved me from having to tell my friends that you're a loser.
(hangs up)
(phone rings)
(machine) This is Hank. I must be out, so leave a message at the beep.
I know you're there. Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone.
Pick up the fucking phone, you fucking faggotl
- Hi, Andy. I'm here. - Where have you been?
Here. I called in sick.
What the fuck were you doing with that fucking asshole?
- I was scared. I saw... - I said nothing about a fucking gun.
- We gotta talk. - Andy.
Just meet me at Mooney's.
- You still can't get by to see Mom? - What am I gonna say?
Don't say anything. Fuck!
- Who knows? - Nobody.
- You didn't tell anyone? - No.
- No one saw you talking with Bobby? - No.
- Nobody saw you here? - No. It was crowded, it was busy. No.
- Did he rent the car with you? - Did he what?
- Did he rent the car with you? - No.
- Did you? You picked him up? - Yeah, at his house.
Did anyone see you there, at his house?
- Did anyone see you at his house? - No.
- Nobody saw you at the house? - No.
Did you clean the car? Did you wipe the car down?
- Uh-huh. Totally. - Did you wipe the fucking car?
- Did you leave anything in the car? - No, of course not.
We're probably OK.
If they don't connect the car to us, we're probably OK.
That's what I was thinking.
Go back to work. Try to look normal.
I'm so sorry, Andy. I'm sorry.
I don't think I can get through this.
- Shut up. - I loved her so...
Just shut the fuck up.
If you had to take somebody out, why couldn't it have been him?
(answering machine beeping)
(machine) One new message.
This is Mike Steuben calling from Auto Rent for Mr Henry Hanson.
Mr Hanson, you returned a car recently.
It seems you forgot some personal items in it.
Please give me a call at 555-2649, and ask for Mike Steuben.
Again, that number is 555-2649. Thank you.
(machine) End of message.
(woman) Hello. You've reached Auto Rent. Our office is currently closed.
Fuck. Fuck!
OK. Right, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK.
- Excuse me. - That's right, sir. It's $255 plus tax.
Uh, for an additional $17, I could upgrade you to a luxury.
Or... Yes. No, that's right, the midsize.
It's $255, plus tax. Unless you'd like to upgrade to an SUV?
- Which I could offer you for... - Excuse me. Is Mike Steuben here?
So would you like to upgrade to the SUV? No, no, midsize is fine, sir.
Uh, no. Thank you for calling.
Sorry. Good morning. How can I help you?
I got a message from Mike Steuben.
I left something in a vehicle that I returned last Saturday.
I think it was a CD.
You talk to Mr Steuben, then. He's the manager.
- I know. Could I speak with him? - He's not here. You'll have to come back.
- (phone rings) - When will he be in?
- He won't be in at all today. - Then maybe you could help me.
No, sorry, sir. I'm sorry. Excuse me. I'm sorry.
- Will he be in tomorrow? - Auto Rent?
No, I, uh...
No, I didn't say that, sir. That's not up to me. No.
Can I get a beer, please? Thanks.
(Chris) That's the guy. That's him.
Yo, buddy.
- This guy? - Uh-huh.
- You with Bobby Lasorda Saturday? - Uh... What?
I asked you a fucking question.
What? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- What's your name? - Hank.
- Hank what? - You know what? Let's go.
Follow me. We can talk over here.
- Have a seat. - This all right?
Yeah, this is perfect.
So...
What's the deal, huh?
My sister, who is quite all of a sudden a widow,
- says you and Bobby had some work. - Bobby said it was work.
Work that involved him getting shot and killed but not you getting shot and killed.
No, I just got him the car. I'm so sorry.
What the fuck does that mean?
Bobby said that he needed to rent a car, but that he... that...
This was Friday night, and he didn't have a credit card.
So I told him that I would rent him a car.
I owed him some money, you know? That's it, I swear. That's...
I'm so sorry.
- So you're lying? - No, I'm not...
Because if Bobby wanted a car, he would have stolen one.
- But this guy... - Go and fucking wait outside.
Let me handle this.
- You got a driver's licence? - A what?
You know, the driver's licence you show when you rent a car?
- Yeah. - Let me see it.
Uh... All right, sure.
- Henry Hanson. - Yeah.
- This address, right? - Uh...
Yeah, that's right.
I'm gonna be straight with you, Chico.
- You mind if I call you Chico? - People call me Hank.
Bobby was a piece of shit.
I know it, you know it. That's not the point.
The point is that piece of shit was the father of my sister's child.
- Sure. - And he was paying the bills.
And now he's dead, and I'm thinking, "Who's gonna pay all these bills?"
- I'm so sorry. I... - Sorry ain't gonna pay the bills, Chico.
I know, I know.
We need to negotiate a settlement, so make me an offer.
Ten grand, done. It's ten grand. I'd consider us even.
If you don't like ten, I can make it fifteen.
My sister wants me to kill you.
Or I could call the cops.
But I don't like cops, and the cops ain't gonna pay my sister's bills.
So I think a settlement is pretty fair all around.
- Day after tomorrow, Chico. - Can I?
Here. Eight o'clock.
Are you fucking crazy?
I was hoping that you had something left over from the settlement.
Lend you money. You owe me $2,000.
- I'm shocked to shit you'd even ask. - Martha...
I'm in serious trouble.
I don't care what trouble you're in.
The next time you show up here better be to pay me.
Just tell Danielle I love her.
If you loved her, you'd pay her fucking child support.
(car alarm blaring)
(man) So sorry for your loss. She was a wonderful woman.
- You have my deepest condolences. - (man #2) She was a wonderful woman.
(man #3) God bless you.
There's no way I can make this scene, Andy.
- He was always such a baby. - Sorry for your loss.
(ringing tone)
- (Gina) Yeah? - Hey, Gina.
Hm, I can't really talk right now.
Andy needs me. I gotta go.
- Gina? Gi... - (hangs up)
Excuse me. Is Mike Steuben here?
- Not till noon. Can I help you? - Yeah, yeah.
I returned a car last Saturday and I guess I forgot something.
- Hanson? - That's right. Hanson, yeah.
And I'm pretty sure it was a CD.
- Hang on. - Mm-hm.
Here we go, Mr Hanson.
- Great. - I just need to see some ID.
Um... Yeah, uh, you know, I...
I lost my licence. Can I?
You have a credit card? The one you used to rent the car with?
Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, this one. - All right.
OK. Great. Thank you.
Take care.
(muffled phone ringing)
- Hello? - (Andy) It's me.
Andy. Jesus, fuck, man, we got problems.
Hi, Andy. This is Jake at the office.
Um, really sorry to bother you, but the auditors are coming tomorrow.
They've noticed a few problems. It's pretty urgent so give a call when you get this.
You're gonna have to get some sleep tonight.
Have you given any thought to the store?
You're gonna have to give it some consideration, or it's just gonna...
I could open it up for you, you know, while you're at the hospital.
You know, a few hours a day, so people know you're still there.
We should burn the goddamn place down.
Andy, this is Jake.
I hope you're checking your messages because we have a real mess here.
The auditors say there's two terminated employees from your department
still drawing cheques. And there's something about unpaid OASDI taxes.
Look, you need to call us.
I gotta go to the office tomorrow. There's a problem.
I'll go in the morning. I should be back later.
OK?
His mother's dying and he's going back to work?
Yes.
Pick up the phone. I know you're there. Pick up the phone, you fucking faggot.
Hi, Andy. I'm here.
Why are you here? You don't have an appointment.
You know the deal. You can't just show up. Come back in an hour, tonic water.
My mom's dying.
Bummer.
Next time make an appointment.
- Stupid piece of shit. - Stop talking to me like that.
What the... what the fuck?
Are you gonna get tough?
Are you gonna hurt me?
Why was there even a gun? Why was there even a fucking gun?
I gave you all the information. Why was Bobby Lasorda even there?
- Why the fuck? - I didn't think I could do it alone.
I should fucking kill you.
How are we gonna fix it so your shit don't fall on my shoes?
So... think now, who else knows?
...we commit her body to the earth,
for we are dust, and unto dust we shall return.
But the Lord Jesus will change our mortal bodies to be like his in glory.
So let us commend our sister to the Lord.
She hated it when I barbecued.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to be what you wanted me to be.
I've never been very good at talking about feelings,
or showing you that kind of affection or support.
I'm sorry...
I wasn't able to be the father you wanted.
But I guess I wanted you to be better than me,
and I thought that if I pushed you...
It may not mean anything to you, but I want you to know
that I really do love you.
And I'm sor... I'm sorry...
I'm just so sorry...
I'm sorry I wasn't able to be the son you wanted.
You did the best you could.
Still, you managed to seem to still like Hank.
He was a lot more of a fuck-up than I was.
- He was the baby. - Yeah.
- He needed us more. - Yeah, he needed you more.
Are you sure it wasn't his cute looks, his puppiness?
You were the first. The first always has it rougher.
Yeah, so I'm told.
You know, the four of you, I just never felt like I was part of the club.
Beautiful birds of a feather.
You sure I'm your son?
Gina and I have got to get back to the city.
Um...
Andy?
My dad.
Your dad.
OK. Uh...
Why don't we pull over?
- He's my dad. - Mm-hm.
So?
(weeps) Oh, God.
It's not fair! It's not fair!
All my life I've been afraid of becoming like him.
All my life. All my life with you, and it's not fair.
He can't just say he's sorry and make it all go away.
It's too late. It's not that easy. It's not fair.
It's not fucking fair!
Oh, Dad.
(weeps) Oh, God!
He can't do that.
Andy.
Andy?
- Be back in a bit. - Where are you going?
Uh, I'll be back soon. I just gotta deal with some stuff.
What's going on?
What if you come home and I'm not here?
Got someplace you gotta be?
(door slams)
(intercom buzzer)
(buzzer)
Your boss called and he wants you to call him right away.
Are you in trouble?
They just miss me.
Where are you going?
Something has to change.
- What do you mean? - I mean that this just isn't working.
- What's not working? - The life that we have.
It was really bad before Rio and now it's even worse.
You never tell me anything that's going on any more.
I don't understand.
Neither do I. What was that in the car yesterday?
I could help.
I don't need any help.
Do you realise that I've been having an affair?
What's that supposed to mean?
It means I've been fucking another guy.
Every Thursday, me and your brother Hank, we get together and we fuck.
Not only that, he loves me.
And he still finds me attractive.
All the time.
Not just on vacation.
Hank?
Yeah, Hank.
Aren't you gonna say anything?
Aren't you gonna get angry?
Oh!
- Where are you gonna go? - I was just gonna go to my mother's.
How are you gonna get there?
I was gonna take a cab.
I could really use some... some money.
I'll go to the bank later.
There you are.
(phone rings)
(Gina on machine) Hi. You've reached Gina and Andy. Leave a message.
(beeping)
(horn)
Come on.
Last person I ever thought I'd see again as long as I lived - Charlie Hanson.
Are you still a crook?
You come all this way to insult me?
Did you hear anything about a hold-up at the Westchester shopping mall?
What would I know abut Westchester?
That's just for upstanding citizens such as yourself.
- Have you heard anything? - Why would I? I sell diamonds.
- And fence them. - Never.
Did you hear of a young guy called Bobby Lasorda?
Wrong tree, Charlie.
A couple of punks shot my wife in a hold-up.
She's dead.
- I'm sorry. - I don't care about your side business.
I don't care about anything any more except finding the guy who did this.
Do you know anything?
I remember when Charlie Hanson started out on this street,
young and cocky.
A good cutter. A long time ago, Charlie.
You always hated my guts, you called me a crook,
but you didn't know shit about how the world works
or what some people will do for money.
I guess...
now you know, Charlie.
The world is an evil place, Charlie.
Some of us make money off of that,
and others get destroyed.
He walked in here. He looks a little bit like you, Charlie.
He walked in here and I almost knew him right off the bat.
(ringing tone)
(Hank) Hello?
It's me.
Andy. Jesus, fuck, man, we got problems.
What do you mean, problems?
Bobby's girlfriend's got a fucking brother, OK?
And the guy is blackmailing me.
He says he's gonna go to the cops or kill me if I don't pay him $10,000.
All right. All right. Just stay there. I'll be right over, I'll figure something out.
- Andy, this guy isn't fucking aroundl - I'll figure something out.
Andy, Jake needs to see you. They're all in the conference room with the IRS...
Just fuck 'em. I gotta go to my dad's.
I'll have to tell 'em you were here.
For God's sake, say something.
OK.
We're in trouble.
The worst trouble imaginable. You're aware of that, right?
So, uh, I'm gonna try and fix it.
There's almost no choice, but you're gonna have to follow my lead.
No questions, no hesitations.
I have done that before
and that's how come I'm here with my life going down the toilet.
Fuck you. I'll do it alone.
You can wait here till you go to jail and take it up the ass all your life.
What's your idea?
Sorry. What's your idea?
What's Bobby's girlfriend's name?
- Chris. - Chris.
Call Chris, tell her to get her brother over to her apartment.
- What for? - We'll meet him.
If he figures you owe him $10,000, we have to resolve it.
Resolve it how?
Just play it by ear, see what happens. Maybe we pay him.
He's never gonna let us off the hook.
We're gonna be paying him back for the rest of our lives.
You finally figured out something for yourself.
Let's just get the money, see what happens.
Where we gonna get $10,000?
I don't know. It might be easier.
Call Chris.
Taxi!
I told you...
Hey!
Andy, Jesus Christ! You're gonna kill him, all right?
Come on.
Hold the bag. Hold the fucking bag.
Hold it open like this. Hold it open like that!
I got it. I got it.
- Oh, shit. Do you want? - Just put it in the bag. Put it in the bag.
Out. Go.
- Fuck. - My God, Andy.
- Did you touch anything? - Did you go crazy? Or fucking nuts?
- Did you touch anything? - You didn't have to kill him.
He's not gonna go to the cops. He's a drug dealer.
They'll just go to some other dealers and suppliers.
All we need is ten South Americans chasing us for the rest of our lives.
- Did you touch anything? - I don't think so.
- You don't think so? - I don't think so, no! No!
Think! Goddammit, you think!
- Did you touch anything? - I don't like this!
Shut up!
- Did you touch anything? - No.
Are we good?
Let's go.
You got the money, Chico? I don't like wasted trips.
You don't look happy. Mind if I call you Groucho?
- (baby cries) - (Andy) No, I don't mind.
- (Andy) Like what you're seeing? - Yeah, a lot.
Stand up. Stand up!
- Turn around. - All right, all right. All right, all right.
So, how are we gonna do this?
We'll gladly pay you the money. We got plenty of it.
- How do we know you won't bleed us? - I just want enough to take care of Chris.
Oh, that's nice. My brother wouldn't take care of me like that.
Hey. What do you say, Chris? Should I trust this guy?
- Yes. - Speak up! What?
Yes.
I don't think so.
- (baby cries) - No, Andy, don't, don't, don't, don't.
Don't.
- What did you say? - You can't do that. I won't let you.
- You won't let me? - No. You either kill her or you kill me.
Not such a bad idea.
You know, in fact it's a pretty good one.
You know I know.
What do you know?
I know.
I'm sorry. I fucked it all up.
Just do it.
Go on.
Go ahead.
Come on.
You'd be doing me a favour.
Come on.
(baby screams)
Get the hell outta here.
Get the hell out of here! Go! Go!
Hank!
(sirens approaching)
(officer over loudhailer) Move out of the way. Move out of the way.
You will have to move your vehicle. Move out of the way.
(officer over radio) 20 Henry.
(dispatcher) 20 Henry. We have a 10-52 at a 12162nd Street, apartment 2.
Husband and wife. No weapons. Over.
Hi, Mr Hanson. Stick your head in.
If he's awake now you can spend a couple of minutes with him.
(heart monitor beeping)
Dad?
I never meant to hurt her.
I just needed money.
There...
There wasn't supposed to be any guns.
And she wasn't supposed to be in the store. Everything just went wrong.
It's OK, Andy.
It's OK.
(alert signal from monitor)
(resets monitor)
(monitor signal normal)
Oh, nurse. The heart monitor cut out for a second.
It does that. Don't worry. If it happens again just press "reset".
(alert signal from monitor)
(monitor signal normal)
(monitor signal speeds up)
Dad...
(monitor signal slows to normal)
(alert signal from monitor)
(flatline signal)
Nurse!
(PA) Emergency personnel. Code blue. Emergency personnel. Code blue.