Caught Stealing (2025)
Director: Darren Aronofsky
Writer: Charlie Huston
Stars: Austin Butler, Regina King, Zoë Kravitz, Matt Smith, Liev Schreiber, Vincent D’Onofrio, Benito MartÃnez Ocasio, Griffin Dunne, Carol Kane
Plot: In 1998 New York, Hank Thompson tends bar on the Lower East Side, phoning his mother in California daily to talk baseball. Once a promising pitcher, his career was destroyed by a drunk driving accident that killed his best friend and left him addicted to alcohol. When his neighbor Russ Binder departs suddenly for London, Hank is left to care for his cat, Bud. Soon after, Russian mobsters show up searching for Russ and brutally assault Hank, drawing him into a dangerous web of drug money and betrayal. Detective Elise Roman appears to offer help, but Hank learns she is entangled with the same criminal network Russ was running for. Everyone seems to want the key Hank stumbled upon in Bud’s litter box, a key linked to millions hidden away. As Hank reels from the murder of his girlfriend Yvonne, he grows unsure who to trust: the Russians, the Hasidic Drucker brothers, or Roman herself. Through chases, beatings, and double-crosses, Hank fights to stay alive while trying to protect Bud and shield his mother from danger. Old friendships collapse, alliances shift constantly, and the lines between cop and criminal blur, as Hank is forced to make choices that echo the tragedy that once shattered his life.
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Caught Stealing (2025) | Transcript
(Ping)
(Tinkling music rising to a crescendo)
(Music stops)
(Click)
(Click)
(Speakers crackle) (MC) Hey, hey, hey. Can you turn the drum track up a bit? Yeah.
(Clicketyclack of the train)
(Indistinct cheering, clapping) (Fan) Let’s go, Thompson!
(Fan 2) Go, Bobby!
(Fan) You got it, you got it!
(Fan 2) This is it, man!
(Fan) Whoa!
Go, go! Go, go, go! Get on…
Safe!
(Kid) Oh!
(♪ IDLES: “Doom”)
(Slow punk drumming)
♪ Fire
(Gunshot) (Cheering)
♪ Fire
♪ Set fire to the town I’m in
♪ Set fire to your boys
and their kin
♪ Set fire
to the flag held high
♪ Set fire
to your book of lies
♪ Set fire to your gun
and your badge
♪ Set fire in reprimand
♪ Set fire to your nice review
♪ Set fire to the tools you use
♪ Fire
♪ Fire ♪
(Chatter and music in distance) This is last call!
You all good, Paul?
All good, Hank. All good.
Thanks, Spo.
Hank, you’re the best.
Thanks, brother.
Oh, come on, guys.
(Music continues playing)
Mmmmmm!
Your boys are dead.
The Mets own the wild card, man.
I love you, Amtrak, but with all due respect, fuck off.
(Paul) Hank! Come on!
(♪ “Walkin’ On The Sun”)
Hey! You guys, you can’t dance in here.
That’s bullshit!
(Boy) The fuck?
Blame Giuliani.
He says it’s a crime.
(Boy) Fuck you.
You motherfucker.
Come fucking dance with me.
Come here. Let’s bachata.
Take it easy, buddy.
I got it.
(Laughter) All right, round of shots on me, then you gotta go.
Fuck yeah!
All right.
I got the good stuff for you.
Fucking teenyboppers.
(Paul) Hey, Hank.
(Hank) Salud. You cool closing up, doing the cash drop?
Mmhm.
All right, then.
We shall read some poetry and watch the sunrise from my rooftop.
(Lisa) Yes!
(Paul) So, it was 1975 and Lou asked me to come see Andy, but what I didn’t know was…
All right!
Drink ’em if you got ’em!
Cool up here, Britt?
Yeah, I got it.
Yo!
Not sure I recognize the face.
But they look familiar.
Classy.
You’re the one flashing your tits.
I made a save tonight. OD.
That’s incredible.
I got postshift adrenaline.
I’m not thinking clearly.
Let’s go back to your place, take advantage of my poor judgment.
I depend on your poor judgment.
I’ll be right out.
The Giants scored 18 runs yesterday.
Uhhuh.
They couldn’t score 2 today.
Mmhm.
How are they gonna make up three games playing like that?
Nothing you’re saying is even a little bit sexy.
I’m sexy without saying anything.
So then shut the fuck up.
(Moaning)
Come on, kids, get a room.
I’m sorry, Miss Kitty.
Oh!
You all right?
Hey. Oi! What the fuck you doing, geezer?
Haha. We’ve got a fucking comedian in the ‘ouse.
Is that the best you can do?
You sound like Dick Van Dyke.
All right, Yvonne?
Looking nice.
Little booty call, is it?
Charming as always, Russ.
All right. What’s up?
Nothing’s up.
I need you to mind Bud for me.
Whoa, no.
Yes.
No. I am not good at taking care of things.
Who’s Bud?
My flatmate.
His cat.
I like cats.
Good.
He’s a biter.
He never fucking bit you.
He loves you.
There’s gotta be someone else.
Hey, listen!
Stop thinking about yourself!
My dad had a stroke, yeah?
I’ve gotta fly back to London.
So just feed him.
Give him a little love and that, right?
And he’ll be fucking…
He’ll be ‘appy.
Dudes. Kinda late.
Fuck off, Duane.
Sorry, Duane.
I like to party, but some of us work in the morning.
Fuck off, Duane.
Sure thing, Duane.
It’s not like I wanna call the cops or anything.
Hey! Fuck off with your Wall Street job and your fucking money and all!
My dad’s dying ‘ere!
(Hank) Russ.
You fucking rotten cunt!
You’re lucky I don’t skin you alive and feed you to the fucking cat!
You know, I’m not some douchebag finance yuppie.
(Russ) Yes, you are!
I build websites.
That is very cool, Duane.
Good night, man.
You mean good morning.
(Yvonne) “I build websites.”
(Laughing)
(Meowing)
(Yvonne) Mm. Do you hear that?
Mm.
(Yvonne) Cat.
(Hank) You think Duane’ll call the cops on him?
That’s sad.
I’m gonna go check on him.
All right, well, hurry back.
Mmhm.
(Cap falls on the floor)
(Beep) Mailbox one. You have one new message. (Yvonne) Hi.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Henry, it’s Mom. Agh. Jack cut my hours back again. And our boys? Eighteen runs yesterday and zipall today? Exactly.
They’re making me crazy. They’d have the wild card locked if you were on the team. Call me. Love you. Go Giants! Love you, Mom.
(Beep) (Yvonne) Ooh! Cat!
Cat on the loose!
Oh! He’s in here.
What’s wrong with you?
(Door closes) Hey.
Oh, no. Wait a minute. No!
Baby, he’s not staying here.
Oh, come on.
He’s gonna get hair all over the bed.
Look!
He loves you.
I like dogs.
We had dogs growing up.
Of course you did.
You like dogs and baseball…
You call your mom, send her money when you can…
Such a nice smalltown boy.
Smalltown boy, huh?
I’m not so nice.
Oh, yeah?
Ooh.
Better watch where you point that thing.
You a bad boy?
Try me.
Should I be scared?
You city girls think you’re so tough, huh?
Yeah, we’re pretty fast.
How fast?
Faster than you.
Oh, yeah?
(Quiet rock music)
(Music speeds up)
(Music slows down)
(Music building)
That’s a perfectly good beer.
So drink it after.
Mm.
(Music stops)
(Clink)
(Music resumes)
(Screams, gasps for air)
You OK?
Yeah, I’m fine.
OK.
(Water running)
(Water stops)
Breakfast of champions.
Yep.
Better than those moldy frozen bagels.
All right.
You gotta go?
Yeah, it’s almost 1:00.
Sure you’re OK?
Yeah. All good.
All right.
You’re out of toothpaste.
Call you later?
You got my number.
(Closes door)
And the Giants are facing the Buccos. But they’re three games back with only seven to play. The Giants are cooked! Get a fork! Where is my fork? You want a fork?
I got a fork for you, you f…
(Meows)
Hey, Bud. It’s not for you.
That’s human food.
All right?
What?
Oh, you’re hungry.
Yeah, all right.
I’ll go get you some food.
(Cheerful whistling nearby)
Hey! Who are you?
Is Russ home?
Who are you?
Oh. Big boy.
Mr. Baseball.
♪ Take him out
with a ball game ♪
Whoa, whoa. Hey.
Is Russ in there?
No, he’s not here.
Mm.
(Highpitched) ♪ Liar, liar
♪ Pants on fire ♪
So…where’s Russ?
Uh…
It’s none of your business.
Let me by.
Watch the bagel, man.
Ah, OK, OK, Mr. Baseball.
Play ball.
(In Russian)
Dude, stop! That’s not cool!
Mind your fucking business!
Call the cops, Duane!
Yeah!
Stop or I’ll call the cops!
No, actually call the cops, Duane!
I’m calling!
(Groaning, gasping for air)
Are they gone?
Hey, Bud.
That’s not good.
(♪ Scorpions: “Rock You Like a Hurricane”)
(Dale) You clock Cindy with that burnout from Danville?
(Hank) Yeah. Melissa said she got with him to piss you off.
Man, Cindy can do what she wants.
Yeah, right.
But for real, though.
You see that Dodgers scout in the stands?
Why are you riding me?
What is this today?
He was into you!
Dodgers got the second pick.
I won’t go that high.
But what if…?
No, I’m not getting drafted by the Dodgers.
15th pick. That’s me.
With the 15th pick of the Major League draft, the San Francisco Giants select:
Hank Thompson!
That’s what I’m talking about.
(Car radio)
♪ So give her inches… ♪
You want another one?
You have to ask?
Well, then, if it doesn’t bother you, man, Cindy was looking fine.
Oh, shit!
Shit, shit!
♪ Here I am… ♪
Hank!
♪ Rock you like a ♪
(Screaming, panting)
Hey. Shh. It’s OK.
Mm.
It’s OK.
Oh. What…?
Take it easy. Take it easy.
They cut a hole in you.
They took a kidney out.
What? Why’d they do that?
It was ruptured and it was gonna kill you.
Don’t look. Just…
OK.
How long have I…?
You’ve been in and out of it for two days.
Two days?
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
What happened?
Oh, my mom.
Is there a phone?
Do you have your phone?
Yeah. Yeah.
Can I…?
Two days without a call.
(Ringing tone)
Hey, Mom, it’s me.
Yeah, no, I’m fine. I’m sorry.
I just… I was sick.
Yeah, it was just food poisoning.
But, hey, I’m OK.
I got a friend with me.
No, just a friend.
Hey. I was really out of it the last couple days.
What happened with the…?
Really?
Oh, wow, that’s great…
Ow.
Um… Hey, I’m really out of it, so…
Um… Can we…?
All right, yeah. I love you.
Go Giants.
Giants are only one game back.
Your priorities fascinate me.
I fascinate you.
Not what I said.
Aw, here you are at my bedside.
I just got here.
Uh-huh.
Mm-hm. Oh, a cop came by.
I didn’t know what to tell her.
She left her card.
What the hell happened?
Some guys, they came looking for Russ, and they got pissed at me for some reason.
Russ. Of course.
(Sighs)
I have to get out of here.
You just had surgery.
No, I can’t afford this.
I gotta get out before I rack up a bigger bill.
(Groans) Yeah, OK.
Fine. But there are rules.
“Low sodium”.
I don’t like salt.
“No smoking”.
Smoking is gross.
“No caffeine”.
Caffeine makes me jittery.
And, um…
“No alcohol”.
Forever.
OK.
Seriously, Hank.
Kidneys process toxins.
Alcohol is a toxin, do you understand?
(Sighing) Yeah.
What? I don’t drink that much.
OK.
(Hank’s mom over speaker)
(Yvonne) Here you go, Bud.
Anyway, you haven’t called me for days. Are you OK? Call me. Love you. Go Giants.
(Beep)
(Yvonne) You have to take it easy, tough guy.
I like to be prepared in case I have to entertain.
I don’t like stupid guys, Hank.
Well, if you want a banker or something, Duane’s right down the hall.
That’s not funny.
He’s not a banker.
(In unison)
He builds websites.
What is it with you?
What? What do you mean?
Purposely acting stupid whenever shit gets real.
I don’t do that.
OK. I do that.
But I really don’t know what you want.
I wanna know if I can take this seriously.
You…? You wanna get serious?
We’re at that place.
Either we go deeper or…
…we get out.
OK. So…
What do you need to take us seriously?
I just need to know that you’re a guy that can take care of his shit.
I don’t wanna be with someone who’s running away from his life.
You run away from what you’re afraid of, then it owns you.
Call you later?
You got my number.
You got my hat.
(Somber instrumental music)
(Meowing)
What?
You don’t think I’ll do it?
Fuck you.
(Meows) What’s your problem? Shoo.
Not on the bed. Hey, get down.
Bud, come on!
Dude.
There are reasons I like dogs.
Yo, Jason!
Still no trash pickup?
Works out OK for me!
Hey, you got any cans in there?
Oh, no, man. Just bottles.
Drink a couple tallboys.
Help a brother out.
My bad. Here.
Hey, you’re all right, Harry.
(Springer) …his bodyguards Al and Joseph.
(Screaming on TV)
(Bleep on TV)
Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!
(Rock music nearby)
(Engines roaring)
(Foreboding instrumental music)
(Loud thud)
(Indistinct shouting)
(Upbeat intriguing music)
(Music quiets down)
Oh, shit.
(Whispering loudly)
Off the fuckin’ bed!
(Muffled thud)
Oh, shit.
Shit.
(Music continues)
(Panting)
Mm-hm. How many did you see?
Uh, three altogether, I think.
Detective Roman?
You mind if I use the facilities?
We’re not allowed to crap at a crime scene.
(Hank) OK.
Hold the handle down or it clogs.
I know how to flush a toilet.
Police work at its most glamorous.
Aw. Hey.
Look at that.
Hey, kitty.
He’s a biter. I wouldn’t…
Hey.
(Hisses) Ooh! Oh!
Fuckin’ maneater.
Yeah, I’m sorry.
So you think you saw three.
Can you describe any of ’em?
Well, there were the two Ukrainians who beat me up the other day, and then…
How do you know they’re Ukrainian?
They had accents, and Little Ukraine’s right around the corner.
Yeah, no, they’re not Ukrainian.
The mafia took over that neighborhood years ago.
They didn’t sound Italian.
Russian mafia.
More violent than the Italians.
Worse food.
Well, great.
Hey, you a fan? Or you played?
I played.
Hm. College? Semipro?
Uh, high school.
Oh. Thought maybe you played real ball.
I played real ball.
Uh-huh.
What do you know about Mr. Miner’s criminal activities?
Nothing. Russ?
He’s not a criminal.
How long you been here, Mr. Thompson?
Well, 11 years in New York and six, seven in this place.
Mm-hm. Long enough to see all the changes.
Increased policing.
Fancy restaurants.
Gentrification.
Yeah.
But even with all those changes, you don’t get a detective from Narcotics here on a bullshit assault and robbery.
Narcotics?
I’m here ’cause Russ Miner, he’s a person of interest in a non-bullshit narcotics investigation.
He talk to you about that?
No. He just said he had to go see his dad in London.
You buy your drugs from Russ?
I don’t do drugs.
Hardly ever.
You deal drugs with him?
No, ma’am.
(Tense music slowly building) When was the last time you talked to these guys?
I don’t know.
I don’t know those guys.
These guys right here?
They’re scary monsters.
Whatever you’re doing with them, you should tell me about it before they decide you’d look better with your eyes cut out.
I’m not doing anything with them.
OK? I… I…
(Toilet flushes)
Are you messing with me?
(Tense music stops) I’m kinda fucking with you.
Never know what’ll pop loose.
I held it down but it clogged anyway.
I’m done across the hall.
You couldn’t tell me that before you ruined this citizen’s plumbing?
I had to go.
Get the fuck outta here.
All right, I’mma ask you a direct question.
OK.
Are you fucking with me?
No. I don’t know anything.
I’ve got nothing to fuck with.
What?
(Tense music building) What?
(Tense music stops) I’m fucking with you again.
Never know what’ll pop loose.
But experience tells me you’re not telling me something.
You think it’s something that doesn’t matter.
But it might.
So one more time:
Is there anything you wanna tell me?
Uh… (Exhales) I’m really scared.
They don’t care about you.
They put me in the hospital.
That’s…collateral damage.
You have nothing to worry about.
Unless the scary monsters come around.
You see them, you call me.
All right?
All right.
How’d your boys do today?
They beat the Pirates, so one game back.
My money’s on the Mets.
Good day, Mr. Thompson.
(Closes door)
OK, fellas, let’s go.
(Melancholic instrumental music) Oh, fuck.
What the fuck, Bud?
What did you eat?
(Quiet, intriguing music)
(Squeaks)
(Squeaks)
(Distant chatter)
What’s the difference?
She said they’re a little more bitter.
Well, you know what I say.
What?
If it quacks…
(Laughing) Exactly.
That was my point.
It’s an almond.
Russ?
Hello?
(Beeping)
(Busy signal)
(Thud)
What are you doing?
I’m double-parked.
(Dialing)
(Ringing tone)
Detective Roman, NYPD. Leave a message, call you back. (Beep)
(Whispering)
It’s Hank Thompson.
The, uh… The scary monsters were just here.
And I think I may have found something important, so just call me or…
No.
I don’t think it’s safe here.
I’ll call you back.
(♪ Madonna: “Ray of Light”
playing) Hey. Long time no see.
You got the license of that truck that hit you?
Screw you, man.
Hey, man, you OK?
Hey, Paul! Paul! Paul!
Oh! Lennox Lewis is in the house, man!
Here, have a drink, champ.
No, I can’t. I need a favor.
Oh, fuck favors! Fuck.
No, I can’t drink, man.
All right, all right, then.
OK.
Then here’s a toast to the Giants. OK?
Giants! Giants! Giants!
Don’t diss your favorite team, man.
What are you waiting for?
Chugalug.
All right, just one!
Giants! Giants!
Seriously.
Giants!
♪ I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
♪ I’m a child, I’m a mother
♪ I’m a sinner, I’m a… ♪
Russ, what the fuck did you get me into, man?
Scary monsters and super creeps.
Hey! Hey, we taking shots?
Hey, you call me back when you get this, man.
Britt!
Hey, barkeep, another brew here.
(Paul) Fuck off.
Well, all right.
Self-service, here we go.
♪ When the Giants
come to town ♪
Get him the fuck outta here.
Don’t wanna get him another drink?
Hey, we were just having some fun.
Oh, grow the fuck up, Paul!
(Tires screech, honking) Watch out!
Runner on third, he breaks for home!
It’s gonna be close!
He is safe!
And the crowd goes wild!
Out of the fucking way!
Home base is this way, superstar.
(Deep instrumental music) Superstar.
Come on, baby.
Get out of the street.
Let’s get you home.
What?
You think that’s funny.
You want me to face my fears, but you think that’s funny.
What?
What is it you’re trying to say?
I had so much.
It was right here.
And then…
OK.
So you tell me, how do I face that?
You know, how do I face when I had so much and now all I have is garbage?
Garbage? Nice.
No. Baby.
Taxi!
I didn’t mean you.
Yeah, I’m done babysitting tonight.
Come on, baby.
Hi. Chinatown?
(Mumbles)
Harry, my boy.
(Deep music continues) Oh, fuck.
(Music speeds up)
(Groaning)
(♪ “Rock You Like
a Hurricane”, muffled)
(Groaning)
♪ I’ve got to leave
It’s time for a show
♪ Here I am… ♪
(Dale) Hank!
♪ Rock you like a… ♪
(Cheering and applause)
(Groaning)
(Groaning)
(Coughing)
Dale.
(Screams, gasps for air)
He’s awake.
LaZBoy.
Dunkin’ Donuts.
(Cheerfully) Rise and shine.
(In Spanish)
(Bud meows)
What’d you do to the cat?
I pet the shitty cat.
And it bit me. So…
…I kicked the shitty cat.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
We here to talk to the guy.
(Pavel) OK, OK, OK.
Put him on a leash.
Sorry.
(In Russian)
Mira, Hank…
(In English) Let me explain what’s happening.
These guys, they wanna hit you until you tell them things.
But I believe that there has to be a better way to come to an understanding.
La pistola. Some guys wave a gun around like it’s their…
…dick.
But I don’t need to wave anything around.
Either I get what I want or my pistol talk for me.
You understand?
Russ went to see his dad in London.
Perfecto.
(Speaks in Spanish)
But first he gave you something, right?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah. There was a key.
Well, he didn’t give it to me, but he hid it in the…
the litter box.
It’s in the bathroom.
All with no hitting.
(Pavel)
Home run, Mr. Baseball.
It was in a fake rubber poo.
Um… That’s where I found it.
Look, I got so wasted I don’t remember what happened, but I washed the sheets and then Jason…
Fake poo.
(Squeaks)
So funny. But no key.
He doesn’t understand nice.
Hm.
Look what I found.
Do your thing.
Stop. Just stop.
Your turn.
Stop. Please just stop.
Let me think for a second.
I got really dru…
No, stop!
Where is the key?
Wait, wait, wait. Just wait.
Ah! Fuck!
(Groaning in pain)
♪ Take him out
with a ballgame… ♪
What does the key open?
I don’t know!
Huh?
I don’t know!
I don’t know!
♪ Buy me beer,
nuts and crackers, Jack… ♪
Listen, I got drunk!
I blacked out!
I don’t remember what I did!
(Knocking on door)
(Duane) Dudes, I can hear whatever you’re doing!
Who the fuck is that?
It’s the yuppie asshole.
Tell him to fuck off.
Now.
Hey, fuck off, Duane.
(Duane) Dude.
Seriously. Fuck off, man!
(Duane) Hey, dude, how about you fuck off?
Seriously?
(Colorado) No, no, no, no!
Fuck off, Duane!
The fuck are you doin’?
…to control him.
Sorry.
The yuppie will call the police. Come on.
We know that you talked to the lady cop.
If you call that bitch again, or any cop, we will kill everyone you care about in the whole world.
Mi número. Get the key, call me.
Don’t fuck around.
Ball game.
I’m going to Disneyland.
(Meows)
(Incessant knocking)
(Yvonne) OK, all right. Chill!
(Rock music playing in the room) I couldn’t take care of him.
Holy shit.
They hurt him.
Come on.
(Song changes)
Hey, Buddy.
You’re on a real fucking roll, Hank.
Seriously, that shit’s impressive.
(Hank) Uh…
Clever.
We gotta stop hanging out.
Our cycles are syncing up.
(Soft groan) Cute.
All right, let’s check this out.
All right, not too bad.
Just lost a few staples.
Should be OK.
What are you doing?
I’m calling a bus.
No, you can’t call anyone.
You have to get that closed up.
You do it.
(Chuckles) I’m not a doctor.
I can’t go to the hospital or anything that might involve cops.
Who did this to you?
What’s going on?
Stitch it up. I’ll be OK.
I don’t have sutures here.
I don’t have…
I can’t.
All right, all right.
I have something.
It’s gonna leave a nasty scar, though.
(Song changes)
Stop moving. It has to set.
Stay still.
OK. Just like they do it on the front lines.
Thank you.
Can I…?
Oh, no.
You gotta leave that in for at least a couple days.
Very funny.
What the fuck, Hank?
I can’t remember what happened last night.
Shocker.
Paul said you came in asking for a favor, started drinking, were the life of the party, got old and bitter about baseball, so…
The usual.
I have to go.
What?
You still haven’t told me what the fuck is going on.
Something fucked up is happening.
Let’s call the cops.
No, baby. They said no cops.
All right?
I can handle it.
No! You can’t.
These people hurt cats.
You watch him for me.
Yeah, I’ll take care of Bud.
You take care of yourself.
All right.
I’ll call you later?
(Closes door)
Paul’s Bar. Paul’s not here. And neither is your wife. (Beep) Hey, it’s Hank.
The key I gave you last night?
I need to get it.
Can you call me at, uh…?
(Quiet, intriguing music) Hank!
Oh, shit!
(Woman screaming)
(Music speeds up) (Cyclist) Look out!
You fucking idiot!
Pay attention!
What the fuck are you doing?
(Prolonged honking)
Sorry!
(Indistinct shouting)
Hank. Why you running?
For what?
Relax. Just relax.
No, no, no!
Hank!
Move! Move!
(Music stops)
(Indistinct chatter)
Ooh, fuck.
(Ringing tone)
Paul’s Bar. Paul’s not here. And neither is…
(Patron singing out of tune)
Another beer?
Yeah, sure.
¿Hola? It’s Hank Thompson. Hank. Did you remember something? I know where the key is.
(In Spanish)
Good. Where is it?
(In English)
Don’t make me guess. I’m gonna go get it now.
I’ll go with you. To keep you company. No, it’s with a friend.
I’m not taking you there.
Which friend? Ah, the chica in Chinatown. What?
(Mocking him) What? What? I told you what we’d do to the people you care about, Hank. (Somber instrumental music)
(Panting)
(Meows)
(Music becomes tense) Oh, no.
Oh, God! Oh, God!
911. What is your emergency? Hello? Can you hear me?
(Roman, muffled)
When you didn’t call back, I got curious, so then I looked you up, Hank.
There I was shining you about playing real ball, and you were an actual phenom.
Old man must have coached you real good.
Eighteen.
Set to be a top pick in the Major League draft.
Then you messed it up.
(Muffled) Your dad must have been pretty disappointed.
(Tense music continues) So much for baseball.
You think you’d learn from that, but…
…here we are.
That…is a contact wound.
The gun was like this.
Somebody gained entry into her apartment, waited for her, then executed her.
Whatever you’re into got this girl killed, and it’s my job to make sure nobody else gets murdered.
(Muffled) I’mma need some information.
So either you tell me…
(Siren wailing)
You got that?
(Tense music fades) Look, uh, no more looking at those.
Let’s, uh…
Let’s get you outta here.
Come on. Let’s get a coffee.
All right?
(Indistinct radio chatter, phones ringing) What?
You gonna tell me what’s going on?
I’d like evidence you possess the power of speech.
It was my mom.
Your mom what?
Baseball.
Mom was my coach.
Right on, Mom.
So these Russians you’re messed up with, Pavel and Aleksei?
They front a local franchise for a truly evil fucker out in Brighton Beach, Igor Dolokhov.
And the redhead, the Puerto Rican, Colorado?
He runs a couple nightclubs over on their turf.
He’s the one who killed Yvonne.
Hm. He gave you that whole pistola speech?
Yes. Exactly.
It’s all a front.
Asshole talks big, but he ain’t got the balls to pull the trigger.
Now, execution-murder, that’s the Drucker brothers’ style.
Lipa and Shmully. The Hasids.
Wait, but… She had nothing to do with them.
Well, they followed the Russians to you and you to her.
And you ran, and you pissed them off.
So they left a message:
Don’t fuck with us.
Look, this whole clusterfuck is all about money.
An exotically huge amount of cash.
And that key opens wherever it’s hidden.
And Russ stole it. Not you.
Hank…
…it’s not your fault.
I should have called you.
She was right.
Why didn’t I listen to her?
I’m such a fu…
The key is at the bar where I work.
I gave it to my boss to hide it, and then I got drunk and I forgot.
OK?
OK.
Here you go.
OK.
This…
This is what I came here for.
Mm.
So, what do we do now?
We wait for backup.
You ever had a black-and-white?
Come on. Try it.
You’re missing out.
Mm. I was a kid, black-and-white, it was the only thing worth a shit down here.
I’m talking real Alphabet City.
None of that gentrified chichi bistro bullshit.
I grew up in the projects right over there in Riis Houses off Avenue D.
Grew up down here, work down here.
Ain’t gonna fucking die down here. Mmmm.
When all of this is over, I’m going to Tulum.
Beaches, pool bar that you swim up to…
I’mma sit there, listen to the waves, think about my new life.
Only thing I’mma miss is this cookie.
Mm!
Backup has arrived.
Where you going, Hank?
Nice hat.
(Roman) All right, here we go.
(Roman) OK. So?
How’s it look in there?
The owner and some fat guy are doing coke at the bar.
How much longer will the gordo ese hang out with your boss?
(Meows)
(Speaks in Spanish)
(In English)
What’s his problem?
He thinks you killed his girl.
I told him you don’t have the balls to pull the trigger.
Hahaha.
(Speaks in Spanish)
Let’s go in.
No. We don’t have to go in.
He’s gonna bring it to us.
(Colorado) Hm. OK. Good.
You go in and get the key.
Fuck you, you motherfucker!
Hey! Knock that shit off!
Hank, you seem to be missing the essence of the situation.
(Roman) It doesn’t matter who killed your girl.
What matters is that you do what you need to do so that nobody else gets killed.
So, what you’re gonna do is go into the bar, you’re gonna get the key, and bring it to us.
And then that’s it.
It’s over. Nightmare ends.
You got one minute, Hank.
(Clicks fingers)
Or we’re comin’ in.
All right.
Nu-huh. The cat stays here.
It’s OK, Bud.
And then she turns to me and asks me if I love her.
That’s a legit question for a lady to ask her gentleman friend.
What, are you helping me or are you fucking with me?
Listen, who the fuck knows more about romance, you or me?
Give me this.
What?
Me, motherfucker.
Really?
Yeah. I’m very in tune with my femininity.
No shit!
(Knocking) Let me in!
Here comes trouble.
Uh-uh. No coke for him.
No booze either.
Hey, top o’ the mornin’ to you, my fine friend.
I need my key, man.
A key of what?
Are you selling weight?
My key. Right now.
Where did you lose it?
Maybe it’s in the lost and found drawer.
The key that I brought you last night.
Before or after you fucked up the felt on the pool table?
Where is the key that I gave you?
You didn’t give me anything!
All you gave me is a pain in the ass.
What?
Hey, good morning.
I just need one more minute.
Quiet.
Hey, you having a party?
It’s… It’s my place.
We’re not harming anybody.
I don’t have to see everything I see.
Hank, what’s going on?
Mr. Thompson is helping with an investigation.
He gave you a key last night?
Listen, I think…
Tell us where that key is, or we could search your place.
You got a fucking warrant?
Not your problem, gordo cabrón. Don’t call me fucking gordo cabrón. Tell your boss you wanna reclaim your property.
Yeah. Yeah, but I…
(Speaks in Spanish) No, no, no.
Hey, cool it, Amtrak.
You flash your fucking gun at me?
Hey, Amtrak!
This guy’s no fucking cop!
Hey, chill!
I know cops!
And that’s no fucking cop!
Oh, fuck!
Amtrak. Amtrak!
Where is the key?
No, come on, man!
You got five seconds. Uno… What are you doing?
Getting answers. Dos… I got it handled.
The fuck is he talking about?
Put the gun down.
Tres… Stop counting, listen.
(Roman) Calm down.
Cuatro… Calm down!
Put the fucking gun down!
Please, man! Please, please!
Cinco. Oh! God!
Fucking thank you.
(Aleksei)
That supposed to fool anyone?
It’s just supposed to look like a thing, all right?
Confuse the issue.
Oh. It looks like a thing.
Hank gave you a key.
I want it.
Wait, wait.
It’s in the safe.
Paul, I…
Yeah. Hank.
The key is in the safe.
It’s where you told me to put it.
111564. It’s fussy.
You gotta jiggle it.
Give me the numbers again.
11. 15. 64.
But I’m telling… You gotta…
Yeah, it’s really tricky.
You have to know how to do it.
You can’t do it.
Oh, fuck!
Yeah. Fuck.
OK.
You open it and then come out.
All right?
Understood.
(Sighs)
She’s very sensitive here.
Only lets me touch her.
There you go, baby.
(Clang)
Oh, hey. Hank, it’s here.
I got it. Oh, shit!
Out.
Fuckin’ knees.
Aahh!
Gun!
Motherfucker!
Come into my bar!
You killed my best friend!
What the fuck, Hank?
What’s happening, man?
Who are those guys?
They killed Amtrak!
They shot up my bar! Fuck ’em!
Get down!
They shot at my fucking lizard!
Let’s go!
Just wait for the cops!
No, Paul! Paul! Don’t! Don’t!
(Roman) Drop the key through the slot, Hank.
I don’t know where the fucking thing is!
OK, it’s not the end of the world.
Just come out and we can…
I’m not coming out.
You gotta come out, Hank.
You get arrested now and all of this is gonna land on you.
I’ll make sure of it.
(Speaks Russian) (Aleksei) We have to go.
(Roman) I can get you out of this mess, Hank.
But I have to have that key.
You get arrested, you’re fucked.
(Tense music slowly building)
(Siren wailing)
(Music slows down)
(Snoring)
Hey. Hey, Jason. Jason.
I’ll fucking cut you!
Back up!
Hey, hey, it’s Hank. Harry.
Harry.
Hey, you got my pants, man.
Oh, man, I really like these pants.
I know, but I think I left something in the pocket.
I’m sorry to disturb you, buddy, I just…
Oh. You mean this?
Yes, I do. Thank you.
You keep the pants.
Aw, man, you’re all right, Harry.
(Panting)
(Beep)
You have one new message. Henry! Oh my God, can you believe our boys? They’re streaking, and the Mets and Cubs are shitting the bed. They’re gonna do it, even without their superstar. I wish I could afford to fly out. We could watch the game together. Hey, you feeling any better? Call me. Love you. Go Giants!
(Beep)
(Knocking at door)
(Soft knocking at door)
Ah! You fuck!
Why’d you hit me in the fucking ‘ead, you twat?
What the fuck did you get me into?
What is this shit?
Just hang on!
Dudes.
He’s a fucking cunt, ‘ey, Hank?
You’re a cunt.
Why did you stick me with this?
What, gimme that. Gimme that!
What does it open?
Where is the money?
What money?
They killed Yvonne, Russ.
Mate…
(Mumbling)
Let’s go get my wheels, yeah?
(People singing Hare Krishna)
You drive.
No.
You’re driving.
No, I’m not.
Mate, my vision’s fucking blurred.
I don’t drive.
Agh.
Every cunt from California drives.
Not me.
What do you mean, not you?
Fuck you.
Did you never learn?
Is that why they kicked you out of Hollywood?
I’m not from Hollywood.
It’s a fucking turn of phrase, Hank.
(Starts car)
(Punk music on car radio)
What? It’s the Idles!
Buckle your seat belt.
(Weather forecast)
Reports of a shootout in an East Village bar. At least three are reported dead. Police are searching for an employee of the bar who fled police custody earlier…
(Whistles)
You fucked up, mate.
I fucked up?
Fuck you, Russ!
Yvonne was executed like this.
Ow!
And Colorado killed Amtrak.
Then Roman, she shot Colorado in the head and then they killed Paul.
Not Paul.
What the fuck are you doing with these people, man?
I will explain.
But promise to stop banging me in the fucking head.
Yeah?
Fine.
Look, mate, it’s simple.
In my younger days I made an acquaintance with Lipa and Shmully, the Hebrews. I became their token gentile, as it were, shifting a little gear.
(Hank) What kind of gear? Fucking tennis shoes, Hank.
Lollipops.
Drugs, mate. That’s what I do.
I deal out of Colorado’s clubs.
(Honking) Fuck off!
So now, I lost track of Lipa and Shmully in the years, but recently they reappeared, having come into possession of an indecent fuckin’ amount of Belgian ecstasy.
The fucking right bollocks, it was.
Makes your eyes go fucking that way and your jaw do that like a pirate ship.
But…the shame of it was I happened to be recently busted by Roman.
Owed her a snitch on something or she’d lock me up.
So when I heard about the X, I filled her in.
But, filth that she is, she’s not interested in making an arrest.
See?
Because she’s in debt herself to this evil fucking Russian mob boss Igor.
Oh.
Whoa. You all right?
(Russ) All right. All right.
So Roman brokered the deal to sell the X through Colorado’s clubs on Igor’s turf.
Everyone gets a cut, but here’s the rub:
none of these fucks trust each other with the cash flow.
They wanna do a big split at the end.
And for that, my friend, they need a banker.
And they trusted you to be their banker?
I’m not some fucking wanker.
I do this for a living.
I know ’em. I’ve got history.
Plus, also, I’m scared shitless of ’em.
They know I won’t fuck ’em over.
Except you did fuck them.
But not on fucking purpose!
You said your dad had a stroke.
Yeah, he’s fucking dead.
Oh.
Man, I’m sorry to hear that.
So you weren’t trying to rip ’em off?
No! I got a call about Dad, I went home.
That whole flight, I was mental.
I get to London, Dad’s in the fucking ICU, half his face is like a pudding.
Mate, fuck, I’m spinnin’.
(Groans)
And it fucking hits me.
I dodged out without telling anyone.
I call the answering service.
I’ve got a thousand messages saying how dead I am if I don’t produce the money.
So where is it?
(Russ groans)
(Russ) What you waiting for?
(Groans, sniffles)
Here, hold this.
Make yourself useful.
(Russ groans)
(Light buzzing)
Welcome to fucking Narnia.
(♪ Buzzcocks: “What Do I Get?”)
(Russ groans)
Supposed to do the big split the day I left.
How much is there?
Pff!
Wee bit over…
…four million.
And you put the key in a litter box?
Yeah. I didn’t expect my next-door neighbor to go through the fucking cat shit, did I?
OK. All right. OK.
So we call Roman.
No, we can’t trust her.
We tell her we have it.
It’s more complicated than that.
Fuck complicated!
I wanna go home.
I wanna see my mom. I…
Oh, shit. Mom.
Phone. Phone.
You wanna phone your mum?
Yeah.
Just don’t use up my minutes.
Yeah. And you’re welcome, by the way.
Fucking…
(Song continues in distance)
(Sighs)
Hey, Mom. It’s me.
Yeah, they’re doing great.
Hey, listen.
There’s going to be news on the TV maybe or maybe the police will…
Mom.
Mom, you gotta listen to me.
It is not true, OK?
I didn’t do what they say.
I can’t explain right now.
Get off the phone.
I’m OK.
I have to go. I love you.
Get off the phone.
Go Giants.
They all think I fucked ’em, Hank.
I’m dead. Even if I show up with the money.
So I’m gonna take it all and run.
Catch a flight at LaGuardia.
So, what happens to me?
Sorry, mate. You’re fucked.
Get in ‘ere. Please.
Get in ‘ere!
OK. All right.
Here’s your phone.
(Song stops)
All right.
(Roman) Russ, the fuck have you been? It’s Hank.
Hank? Russ came back.
And I have the money.
Interesting.
Now, you said you could get me out of this. How?
It’s gonna take a lot of payoffs. So I need the money.
Uh-huh.
And one other thing. I’m listening.
A fall guy. Unless you wanna do 20 to life.
(Russ groans) Yeah, I got one of those.
All right. Here’s where you’re gonna bring the money.
No, I’ll tell you where.
Fine. What’s your plan?
First, I want the cat.
(Russ) Where are we goin’?
(Hank) LaGuardia.
(Russ) Yes!
You drive.
I’ll tell you where to go.
No, y…
You’re driving.
Put your seat belt on.
It’ll be fine.
(Prolonged honking) (Hank) Watch out!
(Russ) Oh, shit!
Oh, yeah. I’m all right.
All right?
Pull off, pull off.
Shut up. I’m driving.
All right, stop here.
(Indistinct radio chatter)
We’re early.
It’s time for 1010 WINS Sports with baseball. The Mets are at Shea today with the Braves. Mike Piazza takes ball three. Two on.
Fuckin’ baseball.
Giants are fightin’ for the wild card.
I’ll talk about the Premier League and see if you give a fuck.
Meanwhile, in Colorado, the Giants have taken a one-run lead in the first.
Fuck yeah.
(Tinkling music)
(Excited) Ooh! Mr. Whippy.
Are we in Flushing Meadows?
Uh-huh.
We have to pick up Bud before our flight.
Buddy? Where is he?
Oi. Who’d you give my cat to?
I didn’t give him to anyone.
Oh, you fucking cunt!
She’ll kill me!
Shut up.
No, fuck off!
She’ll kill me!
It’s gonna be OK.
She’ll fucking kill me, then she’ll fucking kill you!
No. What the fuck? The fuck?
(Loud rock music on radio) You have to trust me!
(Music stops) Why would I ever do that?
You… Fucking…
(Pavel) Mr. Baseball!
Aahh! Fuck!
Where’s the money?
I don’t have the money!
Don’t trust her!
The point was for you to bring the money.
I brought the key, and Russ will take you to the money!
Hank! She killed Yvonne.
No. You’ll take me to it.
Not gonna happen!
She’ll murder you!
Then she’ll murder me!
Both of you get in the car.
No! I’m not going fucking anywhere!
Russ! Russ!
Fuck you! Fuck!
Hey, hey, hey!
Fuck.
Ow!
Yeah, that’s right! Fuckers!
That’s it, fucktards, back up!
Bud. Bud.
(Meows) (Russ) Don’t you move!
Don’t you move!
Yeah, fuck you, stop.
Get the cat in the car!
Don’t! Back up! Fuck you!
(Gun clicks)
Fuck! Fuck, fuck.
(Roman) Get out of the way!
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
(People screaming) Fuck!
(Russ screaming)
Fuck you, you fucking horrible cunt!
Shit!
(Both) Fuck!
(Upbeat punk song) (Russ) Fuck! Fuck!
Hank, I think Roman really did kill Yvonne!
Stop saying that!
Listen! Yvonne was shot in the temple, right?
Stop talking about it!
And Roman shot Colorado that exact same way, yeah?
Russ, there’s no reason for Roman to do it!
What if Roman was at Yvonne’s looking for the key?
Yvonne came in and that was that. Bang!
One in the temple.
Fuckin’ ‘ell!
Go faster. Faster, Russ!
Dude, I’m going as fast as I fucking can!
♪ One, two, three, four!
♪ Police and thieves
in my streets
♪ Fighting the nation… ♪
Where am I going?
Go right.
Go right!
Got it.
(Groans) Whoa! Fuck!
OK!
Oh, shit a brick!
Where you going?
(Russ) Jesus fucking…
Fuck you!
Go faster!
Oh, you motherfuckers!
(Hank) No! Fuck!
You fucking pig fuck!
You motherfuckers! Not my car!
Oh, fuck!
Brake! Brake!
Wha…?
♪ They’ll say
♪ Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey, hey ♪
(Song stops) (Hank, panting) Fuck.
(Silly laughter)
Fuck.
All right, gas, gas, gas.
Very funny, cunts!
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go.
There they go. Come on!
Come on! Let’s go, let’s go!
Whoa. Mate, I really don’t feel too well, man.
Russ. Russ. Hey!
Russ.
Russ! Russ! Russ!
(Slurred) I really don’t think I should be driving.
(Cheerful tune nearby)
Fucking Shea.
(♪ IDLES: “Rabbit run”)
(Russ) I think I left the stove on.
♪ Rabbit run… ♪
Oh. Yeah.
♪ Run
♪ Rabbit, run… ♪
I need to sit down.
Sorry. Sorry.
As soon as we get on the train.
This is the Flushing-Main Street bound 7 local train. (Pavel) Left, left, left!
(Roman) Move, move, move!
That Giants fan said the Mets suck shit. You hear that?
That Giants fan right there!
Fuck you!
Yeah, fuck that Giants fan!
Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
(Indistinct announcement)
(Rock music stops)
(Meows)
Wow. Buddy.
It’s my cat.
At the next station, we switch trains and get you to an emergency room, all right?
I need you to take care of Bud, Hank.
I got him.
He’s gonna be fine now.
Make sure you fucking do.
You twat.
All right. It’s time to go.
(Man) Stand clear of the closing doors, please.
Starving.
Chinese or burgers.
I have to eat.
(♪ Buju Banton: “Murderer”)
♪ Unnu nyam
the bread of sorrow
♪ Drink the wine of violence
♪ Allowed yourself
to be conquered by the serpent
♪ Why you disobey
the first commandment?
♪ Walk through the valley
I fear no pestilence
♪ God is my witness
♪ You will never escape
this judgment
♪ Murderer
♪ Blood is on your shoulder
♪ Kill I today
you cannot kill I tomorrow
♪ Murderer
♪ Your insides must be hollow
♪ How does it feel
to take a life?
♪ You can hide from man
but not your conscience
♪ Unnu nyam
the bread of sorrow
♪ Drink the wine of violence
♪ Allowed yourself
to be conquered by the serpent
♪ Why you disobey
the first commandment?
♪ Walk through the valley
I fear no pestilence
♪ God is my witness… ♪
(Driver) Hey, kid.
End of the line.
♪ From whence cometh help
♪ You will never escape
this judgment
♪ Murderer
♪ Blood is on your shoulder
♪ Kill I today
you cannot kill I tomorrow
♪ Murderer
Your insides must be hollow
♪ How does it feel
to take a life… ♪
♪ Rock you like a… ♪
(Panting)
(Phone ringing)
(Roman) You there, Hank? I have something to say to you. 1115 Hanover Street, Patterson, California. You thinking of running back home to your mom? Think again. People around you keep winding up dead. Your high school buddy. Your boss. Your girl. And now they found Russ at Grand Central? Guess that makes you the fall guy. Everybody thinks you’re a killer. You’re as good as dead. You bring the money to the Hermitage Club. Brighton Beach. In two hours. Maybe I can stop the collateral damage. You can’t run forever, Hank.
(Unsettling instrumental music)
Fuck!
(Music intensifies) (Music slows down) No, Ma, you need to leave the house. Yeah, I know. I know.
I know what the news says.
Yeah, I know you know it’s not true, but, Mom, people got killed because of me.
It’s not an accident.
It is not like the car crash, Mom.
No, it’s…
No, it’s exactly like that, Mom, because…
…that was my fault.
I killed Dale.
I did, Mom.
I killed Dale, and all I thought about was how I fucked up my knee and I couldn’t play baseball anymore.
I didn’t even think about him.
I killed Dale. I ran from it.
I never owned it.
Now, listen to me, Mom.
I need you to get out of the house.
You need to go to Jackie’s.
Watch the game at her place, Mom!
Please, please.
Will you promise me that you’re gonna go?
OK. All right.
I love you, Mom.
Go Giants.
(Meows)
Bud. Here you go.
(Intriguing instrumental music)
(Ringing tone)
(Ringing tone)
(Lipa) Russ. No, I’m the neighbor. Hank.
(Lipa) Hank? The man with the moves.
(Hank) Yeah. Him.
(Lipa) Where’s Russ?
(Hank) Dead.
(Lipa) Well, that’s a twist.
(Hank) But I can get you the money.
(Lipa) OK. Do me a favor, Hank. Don’t make us chase you again, OK?
(Hank) No. I’m done running.
(Music slows down)
(Man) Whoa!
Hell of a swing you got.
It reminds me of Gil Hodges.
(Car door closes)
(Radio) ♪ Bob Shannon plays your favorite oldies
♪ On CBSFM… ♪
(Lipa) It’s a nice cat.
(♪ Neil Sedaka: “Calendar Girl” on car radio)
So, Hank, you know not to mess with us, yes?
Yes.
Good.
You know where our money is, right, Hank?
It’s locked up.
Russ had a key.
What happened to Russ?
♪ You start the year
all fine… ♪
I killed him.
♪ You’re
my little Valentine… ♪
How’d you do that?
I hit him with a baseball bat.
♪ You’re the Easter bunny
when you smile… ♪
So you have his key now?
♪ My heart’s in a whirl… ♪
No, Roman has it.
But I’m the only one who knows where the money’s locked up.
I’m supposed to meet her in…an hour.
Oh.
So eager to die that you’d walk into a trap?
She’ll murder my mom if I don’t.
Where’s the money, Hank?
♪ Like a firecracker,
I’m aglow
♪ When you’re on the beach
you steal the show… ♪
I’ll tell you after you kill Roman.
(Laughing)
Mm.
(♪ Every day)
♪ Every day
(♪ Every day)
♪ Of the year… ♪
We have to do a mitzvah, Hank.
You know what a mitzvah is?
It’s like a special favor.
I don’t suppose you’re Jewish, are you?
♪ Romeo and Juliet on Halloween ♪
(Door opens) (Chuckling) Oh!
Oh.
Ah.
(Laughs)
(Hank) I don’t have the key.
It appears not.
We are running out of time.
(Shmully) Mm.
Eh?
OK, get dressed.
(Bubbe) Eat, skinny boy.
Thank you.
(Slurping)
Eat or you’re gonna upset her.
(Slurping continues)
(Slurping)
(Bubbe chuckles)
The place Roman wants you to meet her, Hermitage, it’s Igor Dolokhov’s supper club.
Big fancy place.
Like a Russian Vegas.
Crawling with Brighton mob.
They’ll be overconfident.
They won’t see us coming.
So we’re doing this.
(Explosive laughter)
(Slurping)
Hank.
If you can’t bite, don’t show your teeth.
Thank you.
Mm.
(Rap song playing)
Car!
Look out!
Car!
(Lipa) This is good.
Right here.
(Shmully) Yes, brother.
OK.
You ever fired a gun, Hank?
No.
(Shmully) Pulling the trigger, easiest thing in the world.
Sad world.
Broken world.
I won’t need a gun.
Why would we give you a gun?
Show me your hands.
Come on. Here, lemme see ’em.
Yeah, come on.
He’s got soft hands, huh?
Oh.
(Shmully) Easy. Take it easy.
(Lipa) Stop, stop. Stay.
Hey! Stay!
No, no, no. Come on!
I thought I was going in with you.
Why would we risk your life?
Huh?
We need you to take us to the money. Yes?
I have to go in.
I have to know it’s done.
If I don’t go in, I don’t take you to anything.
Oh, you’ll do what we tell you to do.
If you don’t, we’re not gonna touch your mommy, but we’ll do things to her beloved son that’ll make her wish she was dead.
You understand that.
Wait here. Don’t worry.
All will be well.
(Rock song)
(Song intensifies)
(Song stops)
(Upbeat dance music)
(Music continues in distance)
(Gunshots)
(Music continues in distance)
Goddamn it.
(People screaming)
(Gunshots)
(Grunting efforts)
Fuck.
Come on, come on, come on.
(Tense instrumental music)
Hey, hey.
Hey, guys! Guys!
You’re going the wrong way!
Guys! Shit.
(Upbeat, intriguing music slowly building)
Asshole!
Fucking…
(Laughs)
Mr. Baseball.
(Pavel) Ooh.
Stick ’em up?
Oh.
Beer here. Cracker Jack.
Do you want fries with that?
(Dog barking)
(Playful whistling)
The key. Now.
I don’t have it.
Where is it?
I threw it in the ocean.
Are you fucking with me?
You never know when something’ll pop loose.
Oh.
Aahh! Fuck!
You can’t pull that trigger, Hank.
Shut the fuck up!
(Music intensifies)
(Music slows down)
Oh, you had me going for a minute.
You’re not a fucking killer.
You’re right. I’m not.
But those guys are.
(Music intensifies) Get the key.
She doesn’t have it.
What?
Come on.
(Shmully) Oy. Hey.
Hank.
Hey, Bud. It’s OK. I got ya.
(Siren wailing)
This guy.
Meshuggener.
All right, come on.
It’s time to go.
Where you going?
I’m gonna drive.
It’s Shabbas.
My brother the rabbi.
You drive, Hank.
I don’t drive.
Hank, we’ve had a sense of humor with you jerking us around.
But we’re in enough trouble with Hashem without driving on Shabbas.
Drive the car, Hank.
(Radio) ♪ At the copa
♪ Copacabana
(♪ Copacabana)
♪ The hottest spot north of Havana… ♪
Buckle your seat belts.
Drive the car, Hank. Please.
Let’s go. Let’s go.
There you go.
(Lipa) Eyes on the road, Hank. Nice and slow.
So, what happens to me now?
Smart thing for us would be to get rid of you.
But the man loves his mommy.
He tries to do right by her and is truly meshuga. How can we not feel fondness for a man like that?
(Sirens wailing)
What are you hopin’ for, Hank?
I wanna go home.
(Shmully) Mm.
Things you’ve seen and done, it may be home has no room for you.
What?
A clear conscience is what you want?
You think you can have that, Hank?
I don’t know.
What we could do, we could give you 100 grand.
A little more.
Maybe a little more than 100 grand for services rendered.
A man could run a long way on that much money.
And besides, you didn’t mean to kill Russ.
Maybe the police’ll believe you. Right?
I mean, anyone can see you’re not a real killer.
So you’re doin’ me a mitzvah?
We’re doin’ you a mitzvah.
What happened to the lighter?
Oh, that’s my fault.
Brother, Shabbas.
(Lipa) It’s all right.
Hank’ll light it for me. Here.
Now you do me a mitzvah.
(Tense instrumental music) Just pull the trigger.
Easiest thing in the world.
I didn’t intend to steal it.
I just needed a light.
Brother.
We’re sorry about your girl.
You ran from us, Hank.
You made us chase you.
We had to let you know not to mess with us.
That’s true.
No one to blame but yourself.
Sad world.
Broken world.
(Lipa) What’re you doing?
Hey, slow down.
We don’t wanna draw attention.
Easy, Hank. Slow down.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hank, slow down!
Hey! What’re you doin’? Hank!
Slow down!
We can sort this out!
Hank, Hank!
Slow down, Hank!
Hey! Hank!
Hank! Slow down!
Stop!
(Cheerful stadium music, people cheering)
(Groaning)
(Meowing)
Hey.
You all right?
You’re all right.
OK.
(Choking)
We shouldn’t have let the goy drive.
(British accent)
So, my mates convinced me to skip the underground.
Never think you’ll get in an accident in a fucking taxi, do ya?
I mean, who wears a seat belt, fucking grannies?
Went face-fucking-first into the plexiglass shield, didn’t I?
Anyone else hurt?
No, just me. Tell you what, I’m suing the shit out of that fucking cab company, though. ‘Ey?
Bags, Mr. Miner?
Just one.
Oi.
Heavy.
Yeah, well, cables, mini amp and shit.
Playing some gigs down there.
Have a good trip.
Thank you.
Next.
Hey, it’s me, Ma.
Yeah, I’m OK.
You can go home.
It’s safe now.
Listen to me.
Mama, I gotta go away for a while.
But it’s gonna be OK.
(Regional Mexican song)
No, I can’t come home. I just need to take care of myself for a while. You’re gonna get a package in the next few days. It’s half of everything I have in the world. Hey, Mom, I gotta go right now, but I love you so much. You can watch the tiebreaker at home. Go Giants.
(Song continues)
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
(Song continues at the bar)
(Man complains in Spanish)
(In English) Baseball OK?
Beer? Margarita?
Club soda.
Nice cat.
You take good care of him?
I’m trying.
He’s a biter.
Oh.
(TV) Bonds, who might not have even batted this inning, not only will bat but he is the possible tying run…
Just you and me, Bud.
…even though a 5run deficit faced the Giants when the inning started. So Barry Bonds against Mulholland. Six homeruns for Bonds in those 46 atbats. Bonds batting with the bases loaded for the second straight time. And here comes the pitch.
(♪ The Magnetic Fields: “The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side”)
♪ Andy would bicycle
across town
♪ In the rain to bring you candy
♪ And John would buy the gown
♪ For you to wear to the prom
♪ With Tom the astronomer
♪ Who’d name a star for you
♪ But I’m the luckiest guy
♪ On the Lower East Side… ♪
Fuck!
♪ ‘Cause I’ve got wheels
♪ And you wanna go for a ride
♪ Harry is the one
I think you’ll marry
♪ But it’s Chris
that you kissed
♪ After school
♪ Well, I’m a fool, there’s no doubt
♪ But when the sun comes out
♪ And only when the sun comes out
♪ I’m the luckiest guy
♪ On the Lower East Side
♪ ‘Cause I’ve got wheels
♪ And you wanna go for a ride
♪ And you wanna go for a ride… ♪
(♪ Idles: “Rabbit Run”)
♪ Run
♪ Rabbit, run
♪ Make way for collateral damage
♪ When I’m bored
♪ Pick the scab on the arm of the beast
♪ Till it’s ravaged when I’m bored
♪ Oh, so many
things to do
♪ Or not do when I’m bored
♪ Takes the reins as I please myself
♪ Till I’m blue when I am bored
♪ The walls feel small
♪ My veins are pulling when I am bored
♪ Do the luge, take a cruise
♪ Assault and batter when I am bored
♪ Something’s coming from
♪ The back of my neck
♪ And it knows I’m bored
♪ Run
♪ Rabbit, run
♪ Come to me like a boa snake
♪ Pressing on me like a toothache
♪ Beat you slow like your padre
♪ Got you running like a jailbreak
♪ Run
♪ Rabbit, run
♪ Rabbit, run
♪ Come over and tell me
♪ I’m a faithful serviette
♪ Come over and help me
♪ Pay my debts
♪ Woo!
♪ Come to me
like a boa snake
♪ Pressing on me
like a toothache
♪ Beat you slow
like your padre
♪ Got you running like a jailbreak
(♪ Come to me like a boa snake)
♪ Run
(♪ Pressing on me like a toothache)
♪ Rabbit, run
(♪ Beat you slow)
(♪ Like your padre)
♪ Rabbit, run
(♪ Got you running like a jailbreak)
♪ Woo!
(♪ Come to me like a boa snake)
(♪ Pressing on me like a toothache)
(♪ Beat you slow like your padre ♪)
