There's been a complication.
Two of my girls were to deliver the car to me
with the boy hidden inside.
Unfortunately, they grew a conscience.
This doesn't seem like something Mother would be involved in.
I've tried to contain them, but they've dropped off the grid.
Without Tyler, there's no money.
He is a human hard drive. It's all in his head.
Details of over 50 offshore accounts.
Holy shit.
I tell you all about the kid, then you try to push me
out of the way and take it all for yourself?
Let's go get that little kid and kill them bitches.
That mission you were planning? It's happening tonight.
He's my son. This leads to something,
I don't want it going south because of you.
I got you.
Pretty sure you know what I want you to do with that.
Get up.
She'll survive.
This is not what it looks like.
Well, it doesn't look good.
We're trying to help him.
I can see that.
Looks like a real step up in lifestyle for him.
Now turn around. Get on your knees.
Put your hands on your head.
Don't fucking move.
Get back.
You hit like a girl.
If you're comparing me to you,
I'll take that as a compliment.
Jesus. I'm serious.
You move so much as a bee's dick, I will shoot you.
Leave her alone!
This way.
Uh, clear.
You, uh, want me to take this one?
Be my guest.
All clear!
Let's go.
You ever hear the one about the eggs?
No. No? Uh, all right.
So there's a... There's a Mrs. Egg and there's a Mr. Egg.
Mr. Egg comes home from a long day of work,
and he finds Mrs. Egg decked out in sexy lingerie, right?
He runs to the closet,
grabs his construction hat, throws it on.
She stares at him and she says, "What the hell are you doing?"
He says, "Last time I got this hard,
I got hit on the head with a spoon."
You know, like being an egg and getting hard, you know?
Turn left here. Hey, man.
Do it. Do it now.
Okay, okay.
All right, quick, hurry up.
Come on.
The red sedan over there.
The key's on the front right tire.
Now, knock me out and run.
Should give you a decent head start.
When I come to, I'll call it in.
You've been a good man, Wayne.
And you promise my wife will never want for anything?
Absolutely nothing.
Except maybe a new husband.
Jesus Christ.
Let's go.
Wakey wakey, hands off snakey.
Now that the foreplay is over,
it's nice to officially meet you,
Special Agent Frank Barnes.
Cute photo.
Thanks.
So no back-up? Are you playing hero?
How'd you find us? What's your ransom?
I asked you first. Fuck you.
Ooh.
First he hits me with his baby-soft hands,
now with the cussing. Should I feel offended?
Well, I would be. I think I am.
You took him. You obviously want something.
Does he look like he's here against his will?
We didn't take him.
And I'm the goddamn tooth fairy.
Well, you got the "fairy" part right, don't you?
Listen, his father's in prison,
his mother doesn't have a dime to her name. Kid's worthless.
That's not a very nice thing to say about a young boy.
Of course he's worth something.
Obviously a lot more than you understand.
A quick word?
What? Let's go.
What?
Look, the access codes to the stolen funds
of Barry Madden's 57 million.
I mean, that's what you think this is, and we have it.
So let's bid the kid and the Fed a fond farewell
and act like a shepherd and get the flock out of here!
We can't just leave him.
He's a grown man, he's gonna be fine.
I'm talking about Tyler.
Oh. Right, of course...
You want to be done with this whole sitch?
Yeah, all right. So let's leave the kid with Barnes,
he gets reunited with his Mommy and we send him half the money
when we're set up far, far away in the Caribbean.
It's a win win!
Get down!
FYI. Those are the bad guys.
Truce? For now.
The kid's got a tracking device in him.
Is that how you found us?
I'll add "clever" to your growing list of credentials.
Okay.
There he is. Come on.
I never caught your name. I never gave it to you.
You know mine. Lucky me.
What are you waiting for? I've lost the signal. Shit!
Settle down.
Ow!
Killing you like this would be too easy.
I'll tell you one thing.
Mother was right.
It's going to be a shame to lose you two.
But perhaps another time.
Shit.
We're real close.
Look out!
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
Ah.
I'm driving. No.
Listen, we don't have time for this right now.
Trust me, you wanna get anywhere fast, just let her drive.
You're gonna wanna take a right about a half mile up and...
Seriously? You're knitting right now?
What? It relaxes me.
I have to call this in.
Oh.
Let's just keep this between us for now, hotshot.
Hold it steady.
Gotta remove this damn tracking device.
Take the next right. We're almost there.
What are those for?
Stabbing.
Go.
Oh, shit.
Goddamn it!
I can always count on you.
And how was Fight Club over here?
Shadow.
That's a...? That's a good thing, right?
I mean, a shadow follows you. It's always got your back.
You never have to worry about anything.
Shh.
Relax.
I think it's time you told me about this kid.
All right. Ready?
Yeah.
Aah!
God, don't be such a pussy.
I can't tell you how many times I've done that. To myself.
Can you at least close the door?
It's the excitement. It makes her go... apparently.
Don't worry.
They're not gonna hurt him.
How do you know that?
We used to work for the people that have him.
The people that just tried to kill us? That's reassuring.
The point is Tyler is worth more to them alive than dead.
What is it with this kid? Everyone wants a piece of him.
Look, we'll help you get him back.
Uh, no. No, we won't.
This is all on you now, hotshot.
We'll see you in the great blue yonder.
Let's go.
This isn't our problem anymore, remember?
I'm right here.
Could you give us a minute?
No, Veronica, I don't want... Roxie, please?
Dad.
Listen, Barnes.
I'm guessing you following this lead by yourself
has got you in a serious turd pile with your superiors.
And as of right now, you're holding the grand old contents
of a great big donut hole.
We know who's got Tyler.
Like Roxie said,
we used to work for her,
until she tried to have us cleaned.
So we'll help you get him back, take her down,
and you might be able to crime-fight another day.
But when all is said and done, we walk.
You try to stop us, you'll never walk again.
Cool?
Cool.
Veronica?
What is it?
You wanna see this.
And you think he'll just give it up?
The whereabouts of all that money.
I've seen you make grown men crumble.
Making the 8-year-old kid sing should be a cinch.
Uh, Mother?
You may want to see this.
High-profile white collar criminal Madden
was just at the beginning of a 20-year term
for fraud, embezzlement and other financial crimes.
Mr. Madden and Mr. Gutierrez, who was on the fifth year
of a 10-year stretch for armed robbery,
allegedly escaped hidden inside an industrial laundry van.
Now, two as yet unidentified men
were executed during this escape.
Mr. Madden and Gutierrez are to be considered
armed and very dangerous.
Shit.
Reporting live from Downtown Correctional, for Channel 6...
That is not good news.
Hey, Barnes...
How'd you like to get the kid back...
and apprehend a fugitive?
Agent Daniels?
Agent Daniels.
Hey.
Why are you ignoring me?
Look, I know that I've been...
I've not been easy.
But I'm sure you can understand, I'm...
Hey.
Hi, honey.
I'm home.
You hear that?
I think they're playing my song.
Where is Tyler? What are you doing here?
I came back, baby.
For the one thing that matters more to me
than anything else in this world.
This.
What you did to me, whatever you did to Tyler,
you will never get aw...
Too soon?
She was trying to tell me something.
But the bitch does like to ramble, so no.
We'll deal with her later. Give her a right proper burial.
Right now, I think it's time for this father
to be reunited with his son.
I got that old school
And that full car
I got a hood chick And a full brawl
And poppin' fence I'm bustin' checks
This is where we're meeting my guys.
Mm-hm.
Come on. Talk to your Uncle Barry, Paco.
You all right? Huh?
You seem steamed. I'm worried about you.
I just can't believe it.
I just can't believe that you would risk us getting caught
for some stupid old fucking kiddie toy.
Whoa, whoa. This isn't just some stupid old fucking kiddie toy,
as you so eloquently put it.
It sure looks like it to me.
Well, looks can be deceiving, Paco.
Yeah. Now that I believe.
That I motherfucking believe.
I mean, look at you.
You look like some white collar,
Boca Raton, gin and tonic-swilling mother.
But that's just how you look.
'Cause underneath it all
you're one cold-blooded
reptilian son of a bitch.
Aw, flattery gets you everywhere, Paco.
Ah.
So what is it? Hm?
I mean, if looks could be deceiving,
that it ain't just some stupid old fucking kiddie toy,
then what the hell is it?
This, Paco...
is the key to the kingdom.
Paco, Paco.
Relax.
Hello, boys. You come highly recommended
for our little soiree.
Are there looks deceiving, Paco?
Shit no, homes.
What you see is what you get.
Hold up, all right
Now, what's good?
Hold up, all right
Now, what's good?
This is it.
We don't know what we're walking into, so stay alert.
Anything over 5 feet tall, shoot it.
Story of our life, homes.
What is this?
As you said, homes, we don't know what we're walking into.
We gots to hide our identifications.
Plus...
it just makes us look really fucking cool, man.
Now, what's good?
Hold up, all right
Now, what's good?
Hold up, all right
Now, what's good?
Hold up, all right
Now, what's good?
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