[clock ticking]
[sighs]
[breathes deeply] I can't talk about it.
- [sighs] - Why not, Rory?
[sighs] Well, I can tell you this.
[stammers] I took a-- an honest look at my life,
and, the truth is, I fucked things up, you know?
And I'm not blaming anyone, I'm not feeling sorry for myself,
but that-that really is the truth of the thing.
I fucked things up.
That's good.
How do you think you fucked things up?
It doesn't matter. It can't be fixed.
It matters.
Do you wanna fix things with your ex-wife?
No. No, she's not coming back. Um...
And... [stammers] ...I don't blame her. I mean, that's on me.
How about your son?
[sighs]
- Why are you reluctant to talk? - [sighs]
Do you feel hopeless?
I feel fine.
Look, there just-- [stammers] You know, I-- [sighs]
I can't answer some of these questions. I'd put you in a bad spot.
Or you're gonna section me. You're gonna put me in a bad spot.
Are you a danger to yourself?
Not today.
What does that mean, Rory?
Look, I'm doing what I'm supposed to do.
I'm doing all the right things, and... [stammers]
...I figured out a while back... [stammers] ...it's not gonna get better.
And so I told myself,
"If this is how you still feel in a year,
then you could cash in your ticket." [sighs]
When did you come up with this plan?
It's about a year ago.
[psychiatrist sighs] Rory?
Are you sure you've tried everything?
Not everything.
[person] Ah, big fucking man, huh?
You think you're something, huh?
Open your big fucking mouth about our score?
What in baby Jesus's name were you fucking thinking?
What happens when you shoot your mouth off right before elections, hmm?
Got a hypothesis on that one?
You send flares up, no one wants to fucking work.
- Everyone's too afraid. - [coughs]
Now, I'm fucked.
Because I got this score, huh?
A once-in-a-lifetime type of score,
and now I can't find a single goddamn soul who wants to work
'cause of the fuckin' mess you made.
- I can fix it! - How the fuck are you gonna do that?
I got guys. I got a whole crew. We'll do it.
[gasping, panting]
You work with loony tunes who push mops in Quincy
and fuck everything up for everyone else.
Who in their right fucking mind is gonna wanna do this job right now?
- [blows] - You gotta blow harder.
- Okay. I'm trying! - Like a balloon. Put your lips on it.
- Balloon. - [blows]
[beeps]
[automated voice] No alcohol detected. Vehicle unlocked.
Cobby Murphy!
- What on earth? - All right.
Bring him back right now!
[Cobby] What are you looking at? Go on. Get inside.
Cobby!
The next time you come around here, I'm calling the cops.
[phone ringing]
- Terry. Hey. - I don't want--
Huh? Yeah, you wanna hear a joke?
- What? - Huh?
You wanna hear a joke I heard today? Terry. Wanna hear another one?
- Hello. - Yo. Is Cobby Murphy there? It's Scalvo.
Cobby Murphy. Put Cobby Murphy on the phone.
Hang on.
[Cobby stammers] You don't got room for a joke?
[bartender] Cobby!
[mumbling, sighs] What the fuck is it? Jesus Christ.
Yeah?
The fuck is your problem?
You liked it up at Walpole?
You wanna go back?
Play grab-ass with all your friends?
Jesus. Calm down, Mr. Kelly.
- Hello. - [Scalvo] I've got a big job.
- Yeah. - If you want it, meet me in an hour.
[clicks tongue] Um, yeah, all right. All right, bye.
If that was what I think it was, then shove that keno card up your ass
and get out of my bar.
Fine.
Best of luck.
You know what? [gulping]
I make my own luck.
Oh. Um,
Mr. Kelly?
You had anything, uh, to drink today?
[whistling]
You Brenda's cousin? The marine?
- Yeah. - What do you do now?
I sand floors.
You the ex-con?
The fuck does that mean?
Fuck does what mean?
Yeah, I did time, but you don't gotta cast aspersions at me, guy.
What is this, huh? What's his fucking problem?
He's a stand-up guy. Kept his mouth shut.
Yeah, I'm a professional fucking apologist, aren't I, Scalvo?
Hey, we took care of you, didn't we?
[Cobby] Yeah, two to three in Walpole, prick.
- [Scalvo] You had 18 months. - Eighteen more than I fucking deserved.
Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck me.
After a life in this business,
this is what I get for my fucking troubles?
Bunch of Woody Woodpeckers over here--
- [scoffs] - A bunch of g-- Oh.
You think that's fucking funny?
Doughnuts...
[person] Now, I'm under the assumption
you're all aware of the fact that in about a week,
the city of Boston's gonna be holding a runoff for mayor.
Now, it's a foregone conclusion that Miccelli will be reelected.
Every four years he wins.
[crowd] Four more years, four more years.
Let's go!
And that party on election night
is gonna be the be-all to end-all of political graft-taking.
Five hundred just to get in the door.
Miccelli's old school.
Cash bar. Hundred a drink. No Venmo.
No PayPal. No fucking crypto, Google bullshit.
Cash.
And everyone and anyone who wants a contract's
gonna show up with a black fucking bag.
And none of this is gonna be declared to the Democratic Party of Massachusetts.
[Cobby] So where's the party?
[boss] The Wharf.
There's gonna be money there like none of you shitbums ever seen.
And it'll remain there, naked as the Lady in the Clam,
till the armored truck shows up in the morning.
All right, so we're robbing the mayor.
In so many words.
[Cobby] How much?
Fifteen minutes of work.
Each of you are looking at 10% of about 300,000.
- What if there's more? - Then you get more.
And what if there's less?
Then you get less. That's how a percentage works.
I need $32,480.
Well, I mean, I need a 15-inch cock,
but I'll tell you the same thing God told me.
"Maybe next time."
All right. Nice knowing you guys.
How much you need?
$32,480. Exactly.
So, what if your cut is more?
You can keep it.
- Yeah? - Yeah. But if it's less--
I know. You get your money no matter what.
Yeah.
- Deal. - Deal.
[boss] Will you mind if I continue then?
Go in from the water.
Under the docks, you tie up.
Head in up the back stairs.
Should be four or five guys in there opening up, cleaning the place, whatever.
Right off the kitchen is the office. In here's the dough.
- [Scalvo] Jackpot. - [boss] All goes well.
You cruise right on out of there.
Scal here takes the dough.
Oh. That's the last we'll see of that.
Look. Okay? All right. Sit down.
All right, sit down.
One more fucking comment, you go into the fucking drink.
Now, the two of you get dropped off back at the docks.
Go about your business.
A couple of days, you'll get a visit from Mr. DeChico.
That's Mr. DeChico.
After that, none of us ever gotta see each other ever again.
Yeah, but what if Choi wins the runoff?
What if what?
Mark Choi, the challenger.
Not a relic of the past, a vision for the future.
Ch-Choi. Choi for choice.
Same dirty tricks.
The same corruption that we've seen over and over again.
- He's a hell of a candidate. - Yeah, what if he wins?
- The Chinaman ain't gonna win. - [Cobby] Listen, you don't gotta yell.
I'm just saying there's a lot of unknown unknowns here.
Would you two excuse us for a moment?
Hey, you had the dough, would you buy a yacht club?
Kind of a fucking smorgasbord for douchebags, ain't it?
Hey, is that how this kind of thing normally goes?
What do you mean?
Just-- The whole thing in there.
This your first job?
I know what I'm doing.
Little late for a career change, ain't it? What are you, 60?
Not changing careers.
[Cobby] What the fuck is this then?
It's-- It's something I gotta do.
Once.
Don't turn this into another bag of dicks.
They don't touch the money.
Of course.
And you cut out that fucking idiot.
Be my pleasure.
[Scalvo] Now, it's very complex, so pay attention.
- We're gonna dock the boats here. - This is a current, uh, schematic?
Obviously.
We're gonna dock the boats here,
tie 'em up, head in through the back stairwell.
- Here's the kitchen plan-- - Hey, is this the listing off of Zillow?
Can you just fucking listen while I'm talking?
The fuck you doing?
Taking notes.
- Taking notes? - Yeah...
- On a criminal fucking conspiracy? - ...it's a lot of information--
[Scalvo] 6:07. First stop of the morning.
Now these guys are armed, and they're ready to be heroes.
Meaning we need to be outta there by 6:07.
6:07.
[Scalvo] In case one of 'em decides to be John Wayne for the day.
Okay.
Guard in the hopper is carrying a four-inch .38.
There's another pistol in the truck
along with the 12-gauge resting by the driver's side.
You know these guys?
- What? - Do you know the guards?
No, I don't. Not personally.
You just intuitive like a Jedi? Like Yoda?
[Scalvo] I did my research.
Restaurant manager of the Wharf. Dave Wedge, 55 years old, two kids.
Pair of Labradors. Went to culinary school.
Ten years at a trattoria downtown.
Lifelong pussy. No way he's gonna get in our way.
Oh, yeah.
No way.
Hey, you just shut the fuck up.
How the fuck do you know how he's gonna react?
Culinary school? Are you serious?
You're giving us a LinkedIn profile on a guy.
We're robbing a restaurant.
You're acting like we're in The Thomas Crown Affair.
When we're done here, you and I, we're gonna have a conversation.
What are you thinking, genius?
Nothing.
All right. It's time. We good?
Just one more. Last one. Last one. I promise.
Uh-- Uh-- If I'm, uh,
giving instructions and-and, uh, they're-they're not doing them...
Just say, "I have a gun."
[stammers] Then that is what I'll do.
We're good. We're good.
[people chattering]
[Cobby] Hey!
Take it easy, Scal.
You wanna fucking do it?
Nah, you're the captain.
You don't seem nervous.
That's 'cause I'm not. 6:07.
Are you all there? Like in your head?
Are you?
Nah, but I'm aware of that. [grunts]
- Fuck was that? We're not moving. - [Scalvo] We're fucking stuck.
- Rock the fucking boat. - [Rory] Don't rock-- Oh. [grunts]
[Cobby] You're dragging it across the rocks.
[Rory] Trying to get us off.
Keep fucking rocking.
Jesus Christ. We're sinking.
Mayday, motherfucker. Mayday, cap.
- We're sinking, captain. - Ah! Fuck!
Dying to swim in 15-degree water.
[Rory] Yo, we-we got a lot of water.
[Cobby] Where'd you get your boat captain license?
I want to take those classes.
What do you roll up halfway and then you're like,
"Get out and walk, boys."
Well, at least it's January.
So, if we don't get the money, you know,
at least we'll all pick up pneumonia. So, that's a win.
[Scalvo] Shut the fuck up and focus.
[Cobby] It's just sewage, guys. Come on.
Staircase, mask, door, kitchen. Get on the floor.
- Shut the fuck up. Put your mask on. - Wedge, safe, money, 6:07.
- Three, two-- - [Rory] 6:07.
Wait! Wait! Quick question. Last one.
Fuck your question.
Move! Get in the kitchen!
- Now! Move! - [Rory] Get on the floor!
Put your phones in the sink. Get on the floor. Get on the--
Oh, shit.
Fuck!
Tie 'em up.
We got like six zip ties, genius.
Well, fucking figure it out.
- [gasps] - [phone ringing]
What the fuck are you doing?
Sorry. It's-It's my mom calling. [grunts]
[kitchen workers scream]
Take their fucking phones.
Get on the floor! Put your phones in the sink.
Get on the floor.
Okay. Here's what we're gonna do. My associate here, Mr. Longbaugh,
is gonna assist you into the walk-in freezer.
Mr. Longbaugh, do you hurt people?
What?
Do you like to hurt people?
I have a gun!
[kitchen workers scream]
Yes, you have a gun.
But you don't want to have to use it, do you?
No, I do not want to use this firearm at all.
Take a deep breath, get to your feet,
take out your phone, put it on the counter.
- Move into the walk-in freezer. Come on. - Walk-in freezer. Phones on the counter.
Phones on the counter.
[Cobby] Take whatever you need. Plenty of food and beverages.
Everyone be nice to each other. Do some jumping jacks.
- Stay warm. - One at a time. All right.
- No one's gonna get hurt. - I used to wash dishes, bro.
It was a fucking nightmare. I used to work in a kitchen.
- It's like a men's locker room with food. - [Rory] There you go.
Hey, how come there's so many of you?
Event's still going from last night. Everyone's going crazy because Choi won.
Make room. What? Mark Choi won the election?
I thought he didn't stand a chance.
Miccelli hasn't conceded.
There's still tons of people out there.
- Oh, what the fuck? - Hey, Mark Choi.
Told you he was a viable candidate.
Where is it? Where the fuck is it?
There was so much. We had, like, two pickups already overnight.
Well, fill the fucking bag.
- With what? - Just fucking fill it.
You want a smaller bag?
Where's all the money?
Fucking took it out last night 'cause there was so much of it.
- Wait. There's no money? - No, there's no fucking money.
Get the fuck out!
[grunting] Fuck!
- You put a gun on me, motherfucker? - [Cobby] Hey. Don't. Enough. Enough.
Fuck this.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
[groans]
[groaning]
[Miccelli] You said it was a fucking lock.
[pollster groans] I said the margin of error.
Fuck you.
- [assistant] You need to concede. - [pollster groans]
- The die-hards are getting out of hand. - You need to shut the fuck up, Alan.
[pollster breathes heavily]
You know, like the great Benjamin Franklin said,
"We must all hang together because if we don't,
we most certainly will hang separate."
The mayor will be out any moment.
Please, let's give him a warm welcome when he arrives.
Four more years!
When that vegan teetotaling Chinese-American gets in my office
and does even the most casual accounting,
we're all going to fucking jail.
Right or left? Right or left?
[Rory] Uh...
[Cobby] Hey, are you sure he had two Labradors?
I mean, you said the guy was a lifelong pussy.
So, I'm thinking maybe he only had one Labrador.
[Rory] Nothing in this place is like it is on this map.
[Cobby] Hey, Captain, is it possible you got some of your research wrong?
Keep talking, cocksucker.
He definitely didn't go to culinary school.
- [Rory] Notes are smudged. - [Cobby] Maybe like BU or some shit.
[Scalvo] Shut the fuck up.
[Rory] Uh...
A right, then a right maybe?
[breathing heavily] Oh, good.
Mr. Mayor. How are you?
Whoa.
[Cobby] Whoa.
Kid, we've got a world of possibilities here, okay?
Shut the fuck up. Keep your fucking mouth shut.
Empty your pockets, all of you, now.
Now! Take it all out.
- Fuck that bullshit. Let's go. - Everything goes in the bag.
- [Scalvo] Get their shit. - Come on, man.
- [Scalvo] Go get their shit. - [sighs]
[Scalvo] Everything. Jewelry, take it the fuck out. Put it in the bag. Hurry up.
[Rory sighs] Sorry. In the bag.
- [Scalvo] Get his watch in the bag. - Yo, we don't have time for this shit.
Take it. Back there. Take his watch.
- My wife got me this. It's from Zales. - In the bag.
[Scalvo] Yeah, well, you can afford another one.
- What the fuck are you doing? - [Rory] Thank you. In the bag.
- Oh. [stammers] - Is that gold?
Oh, thi-- this?
- This is my grandfather's. - Put it in the bag.
Listen, kid, I would consider it a real personal favor--
Put it in the fucking bag!
[Rory] Your Honor.
Thank you.
- [Rory] Now let's go. Let's go. - [Cobby] Come on.
- [Rory] Let's go. - What the fuck are you doing?
Kid, you don't wanna do this.
Don't fucking touch it.
What are you doing, man?
Let's go.
He's seen my fucking face. They've all seen my face.
- Take care of this punk kid, Chief. - [Rory] Let's go. Let's go.
You got any idea what you're involving yourself with right now?
- Try me. - Drop the gun. Walk away.
Stop moving your fucking hands.
Motherfucker, if you shoot him, you fuck us all.
We're just talking here. That's all we're doin'.
- You turn around. We'll walk out. - [Rory] We're leaving right now.
- [Chief] Just drop the gun. - Don't let him get out of here.
- Do it, Chief. - Drop the gun, walk away.
Yo, we're getting robbed back there.
[Miccelli] Take him out.
[Rory breathes heavily]
Oh, Jesus.
[Cobby] Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
[Rory] Oh, shit.
["Celebration" plays through loudspeaker]
[clattering]
[guests scream]
[Rory] Come on. What are you doing?
[Rory] Oh, shit.
I'm okay.
[guests exclaim, gasp]
[grunts, breathes heavily]
It's 6:07.
[breathes heavily]
Are you thinking about leaving me?
[breathes heavily, groans]
[sighing] Fuck.
Sorry. 6:07.
[kitchen staff gasp, murmur]
[Rory] Hello.
- [Cobby] Hey! - [staff exclaim]
Are these guys never fucking late?
Give me your keys.
[breathes heavily]
Put your hands up.
[Cobby groans]
[Rory] No, no, no, I'll drive.
- [Cobby] Get in. I'm driving! - [Rory] I'll drive.
[Cobby] I'm driving-- Get in the goddamn vehicle!
You wanna leave me behind again? Oh, yeah, you wanna leave me?
- [Rory] Christ. - [Cobby] Come on, hurry up!
- [Rory] Why the fuck are you driving? - [Cobby] You know why. You know why.
[Rory] I got two perfectly good arms. I got two fucking arms.
You got one arm to drive with.
[Cobby] "...6:07. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Right turn. Right turn.
Go, go, go!
Wait, car! Look out!
- [horse whinnies] - You just hit a fucking police car.
Yeah, well, they got more.
Well, now they know to chase the guys in the armored truck.
[groans]
[horse whinnies]
Horses? They think we just robbed a train or something?
- Watch it. Watch it. - [horns honking]
[Rory] Eyes on the road.
- I know what I'm doing. - Take it easy.
[groans] Fuck. Take it easy?
I'm driving with one fucking arm, for Christ's sake.
[tires squeal]
So let me drive. Switch with me.
So you can throw me out the door to the fucking lions and never look back?
- The wipers. Wipers. - Huh?
No fucking wipers? You gonna help?
I got it. I got it. I got it.
Another advantage to having two perfectly good arms.
[phone chimes, buzzes]
- Shit. [mutters] - What?
- [whispers] Put on your seat belt. - Huh?
[whispers] Put on your seat belt.
[whispers] Why are you whispering?
- Just put it on! Put it on-- - Why are you whispering?
- Put it on! Put it on! - What the fuck?
- [tires squeal] - [grunts]
[Rory] Ah! The fuck!
- [thudding] - What the fuck?
- [groans] Come on, come on! - Hey! What are you doing?
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
- [Rory] What the fuck happened? - [Cobby] There's a guy back there.
[Rory] There's a guy back there?
[Cobby] Yeah, I think there's a guy back there. [pants]
- [Rory] I feel like we would have-- - [Cobby] How many guys did you see?
[Rory] How many what?
How many guys did you see when we took the truck?
- I mean, there was the guy-- - I saw one.
Did you see one on the loading dock?
I don't f-- [stammers] How should I--
There's supposed to be two of them. I only saw one.
- Well-- - So, where's the other guy?
So maybe there's just one guy this time.
Picking up money? No way.
Wait, so you're saying one guy goes in and gets the money,
the other guy hides in the back of the truck
- and fucking locks himself in there? - Yeah. I think that's how they do it.
- [stammers] I-- That makes no sense. - I think that's how they do it.
I think they put some fucking lunatic in the back of the truck
and give him a loaded gun,
and they tell him anyone opens the door, just fucking murder them.
And then they give him the Medal of Valor.
You're not getting the Medal of Valor, John!
- You ever rob one of these things? - No.
Look, I-- [stammers] I don't think that's how they would do it.
Well, then what the fuck did I just hear fall over in the back of the truck?
How the fuck should I know? Maybe it was a big bag of money.
It wasn't a bag of money.
It was a fucking John Wayne who fell over in the back of this truck,
who's sitting back there waiting to blow our fucking heads off.
Come out with your hands up or we're driving this thing into the water!
Think he's just waiting back there?
Yeah, because he fucking failed his-- his statie test
and so he went and got another job where he could carry a gun
and murder someone and become a hero.
Hello? Is anybody in there?
I don't think that's gonna do it.
- I don't think there's anyone in there. - We gotta run.
- There could be a lot of money in there. - There's no fucking money in there.
I gotta see.
You are un-fucking-believable.
For $32,000?
We can't just-- We can't just sit here.
You're gonna get shot in the face.
Just real quick. Real quick like-- [grunts]
It's not a matter of technique.
[grunts]
- [exhales sharply] - Oh, for fuck's sake.
[Rory] Here we go.
[panting]
All right, ready?
One, two--
- Wait, wait. - Oh, fuck me.
I just saved your fucking life.
He can hear us, and he's gonna go off our count...
- [Rory] He's not even in there. - ...and you're gonna get shot in the face.
[whispers] Sign. Sign.
[whispers] Ready?
[whispering] One.
[mouthing] Two, three.
- [guard] Fuck you! - Oh. Shit. Holy shit!
- Are you hit? Did he get you? - No, no.
I felt the bullet fucking whiz by my head. Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.
- [guard] Did I get him? - No, you missed, you piece of shit.
I'm still here. I'm right-fucking-here.
Aw, you missed, you dumb son of a bitch.
You had your shot to be a hero, and you fucking missed.
[guard] You let go of that fucking door,
and you better get your guns up, motherfuckers.
'Cause I'm coming out with everything.
- So are we! You're dead, John! - So are we! [stammers] You're dead!
[guard] Fuck your mother!
I'm gonna fucking kill this guy.
I'm gonna fucking kill you, guy!
[guard] Then open the door, big boy.
Let's fuckin' do this!
It's the final three seconds of your life, John.
Last three seconds of your life!
Say your prayers.
- [guard] All right, let's go! - Last final three.
[both] One!
[grunts, panting]
[grunts, pants]
- [alarm blares] - [grunts]
Are you sure you know what you're doing?
[Cobby] I'm from Quincy.
Hot-wiring cars was a part of the public school curriculum.
[engine starts]
[band singing in Spanish on radio]
[Rory] All right, move.
- I'm driving. - No, just move over.
I'm driving. Get in.
[sighs]
Gotta go. [grunts]
What the fuck is the deal with you and the driving?
'Cause you'll leave me.
Fuck would I leave you for?
Oh, yeah. I heard that song before, bro.
You can't even fucking put the car in gear.
- Oh, adios. Adios. - Put it in drive.
So, what do you want me to do here?
We robbed the mayor. It didn't exactly go so well.
So, I need-- We need the two shitbums from Quincy...
fucking gone, yeah?
[mouthing word] Dead.
The fuck am I supposed to do? They're in the wind.
Have a nice day.
Call that, uh, psychopath Scalvo worked with.
The other fucking lunatic.
Who? Booch?
Have him clean this shit up.
Fucking his and Scalvo's fault we're in this shit the first place.
Fucking useless cocksucker!
Have him find them.
Get the money.
I'm going to my cabin.
Let's not, uh, lose sight of the fact... [whispers] ...we robbed the fucking mayor.
[shutter clicks]
[officer 1] Who shoted the police commissioner?
[Miccelli] Don't worry about that, Francis.
Let's let the animals who work here handle that.
I, uh...
called you in for a special task force.
[Francis] Who's on it?
[Miccelli] Just you, Francis.
My grandfather's bracelet kind of got lost in the shuffle.
[Francis] A bracelet?
Hizzoner is a family man.
Sentimental value and all.
- You understand, Frank? - [Francis] What do you want me to do?
Yeah, I mean, whatever it is you do, Frank.
That's what you do here.
Need anything from us?
Mmm.
How in the hell is any of this my problem?
You and your boss, y-you guys didn't even want me on the job.
It's 'cause you're ignorant, Booch.
So, what do you want from me?
You want me to help you make your flan or whatever?
Find the two guys your buddy hired and put them down before they can talk.
Find them where?
They're probably halfway to Montreal by now.
["Ball of Confusion (That's What the World Is Today)" plays]
[song continues on radio]
[Cobby] It's a yellow house.
Who the fuck are you calling?
Um, I wanna get my money.
What are you gonna say?
"There's no money. Your friend is dead, but I still want my 50 grand"?
32,480. That was the deal.
That's it.
Uh, I don't know what to tell you.
Mr. B's gonna wanna kill you.
You know, loose ends and everything.
Richie, you seem like a decent guy,
but I will rip your dick off with my bare hands straight off the FUPA,
and I will chuck it in a fucking river.
No need for that kind of talk.
- [phone rings] - [music stops]
Please don't say anything specific.
You gotta be shitting me. Yeah?
[Rory] Uh, hi. Um,
I am calling, uh-- uh, about an order that I placed this morning.
There was a problem.
[stammers] What's the problem?
The cake was all smashed up.
There were no candles on it.
Um, someone-- someone shot the fucking cupcake.
Yeah, enough with the cake business, pal. What the fuck's going on?
[Rory] Look, Scalvo's dead. Cobby got shot.
I-I need my cut. And you gotta fucking fix this.
[Richie] Okay. Where are you?
Uh, Salisbury Beach, Rincone Lane. It is the only yellow house.
[Richie] Just sit tight.
We're sending a doctor.
It's your lucky day.
[glass shatters]
Mr. Kelly's place.
[Rory] Who's Mr. Kelly?
[Cobby] Uh, he runs my bar.
[Rory] You own a bar?
Nah. He-- He owns it. I just drink there.
I guess it's his bar.
[grunts, exhales sharply]
[Francis] Coffee.
I heard about your pal Scalvo.
Was he a handsome guy?
I couldn't tell with his head blown off.
I just make the doughnuts.
- I don't know shit. - Hmm.
But you know some shitheads, right?
See, my problem is, something important was taken in the shuffle at the Wharf.
Shuffle?
Gold bracelet.
Look, Detective. I'm just a baker.
Unless this is a-- an official interrogation, I've got work to do.
[Francis] Richie, Richie, please.
A cop was shot and killed.
I show up at your door after that.
And ain't nothing holding my chain.
Do what you're gonna do, Frank.
[sighs] This is what he's got.
Thanks. [sighs]
Oh, it's warm.
Yeah, it's not my house.
- [grunting] - [shushes]
- Let me take a look. - Go easy.
Ow, that hurts.
[grunts] What are you doing?
- I'm trying to see the other side. - What are you doing?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hang on.
Ow!
I don't-- I don't see an exit wound.
[smacks lips]
What do you do for that?
Take it out.
Oh, fuck. All right, go ahead.
I'm-- I'm not gonna fuck with it.
Wait. I thought you were a marine.
Yeah, I was a mechanic.
Oh, fantastic.
We'll wait for the doctor.
I guess I'll drink a case of warm beer and bleed out.
[sighs]
Mr. Kelly owns a bar. You'd think he'd have better beer than this.
[groans]
[Rory] This guy's got a stack of ones.
[Cobby chuckles]
What the fuck?
[Richie] They stole someone's bracelet.
Evidently it has some value.
Okay, well, if it's got value, then why would I hand it over to you then?
You know why you're gonna give it to me?
Because somebody else who wants it?
Frank fucking Toomey.
Frank Too-- All right. Understood. All yours.
Real smart, Booch.
Real fucking smart.
When we were driving, you see those horses chasing us?
I always wanted to be a cowboy.
Good talk. Cowboy, huh?
Yeah.
What'd you wanna be?
Teacher. How come? I like kids. Get the summers off.
Feel like we're getting to know each other better.
Oh, sitting around a beach house. What else is there to do than talk?
I don't know. Maybe I'll ignore you
and take a long romantic stroll on the beach by myself.
Yeah, do that. I'll lay here and bleed to death.
Hey, do you ever laugh?
No.
Well, you should try it.
Life will fuck you up. And a laugh's all you got.
For example, nicest thing I ever did in my whole life,
which is now coming to an end, so I can say this...
Nicest thing I ever did got me locked up for three years.
Fucking guys.
They got my little brother using.
They put him on a job.
Of course, the job goes bad.
Fucking Scalvo leaves him on a corner, holding the bag.
Poor kid's already got two strikes on him.
So, he would have got like eight to ten.
But we looked exactly alike.
So, I said it was me.
I'm sure he appreciated that.
Yeah, I'm sure he did.
But he OD'd while I was inside.
And you're doing this for them?
Isn't that hilarious?
So, what's with the 32,000?
It's just what I need.
Yeah, but why specifically 32,480?
Because I can't see my son.
Why can't you see your son? [sighs]
Lawyer fees and back child support, a mortgage, school fees,
a loan for used hockey equipment for 10% interest.
Believe me, I know specifically what the fucking numbers are.
But you could still see him.
Couldn't look him in the eye.
Kids don't give a shit about the money.
I mean, like, the best memory of my whole life
is me and my brother sitting on a stoop in a snowstorm.
Whole street blanketed...
city gone quiet, just listening to the snow fall on snow.
It's like silence, but better.
You don't come across as someone who appreciates silence.
Just saying the money doesn't matter.
What matters is showing up and watching the kid play hockey.
[knocking]
- [Rory] Yeah? - [Booch] Heard you need a doctor.
- [Rory] You're a doctor? - [Booch] Yeah, sure.
[partner] I'm his nurse practitioner.
[Rory] All right. Uh, hang on.
Hey, yo, I don't think they sent a doctor.
Hey, fuckface.
[Cobby] Booch, how was med school?
Everything I did for those pricks, and they send you.
Where's the fucking take?
Show this man his winnings.
[Cobby grunts]
- Hey, how are you? All right. - Hey, Cobby, how are you?
The fuck? What is this, a stripper stack?
There's only a couple grand. There was no money there.
There's a nice gold watch, Booch. From Zales.
It'll match your jacket.
[Booch mutters]
Oh, shit. Jackpot. Look at this, Colani.
Holy fucking shit.
All right, you two dumb fucks. Both of you, on your knees.
Booch, you trying to be dramatic?
I got it from here. You go wait outside.
Wow, you're my fucking hero, you know that?
I know you're being fa-- What's the word you use? Facetious?
- Fatecious. - F-- Get the fuck out of here.
Yeah, fuck off. Stupid fuck, you smell.
Fuck your mother.
[Colani] Fuck your mother.
Both of you smart guys, take a knee.
Nobody's taking a knee, Booch.
The fuck you are not.
- Both of you take a fucking knee. - [Rory] Whoa, whoa.
Come on, you don't smell it? He can't smell it.
[sniffs]
[gas hissing]
There's so much gas in this house right now.
You pull the trigger on that gun, we're all going up like the Challenger.
Yeah, you're not really doing the math here. You can't shoot either.
I'm already dying. It doesn't matter.
Give us your car keys.
You don't want to take my car.
Get his keys.
[inhales deeply, sighs]
Get the gun.
You said the keys.
Yeah, get both. Take that bracelet too.
This guy hold your dick when you piss?
Booch, you're so stupid.
You couldn't kill me, and I was already shot.
You are gonna fuck this up. You know that, right?
I might. But I'm fucking you up right now, Booch.
- [grunts] - [Booch] All right.
F--
That was unbelievable.
Hey, new guy.
How far do you think you're gonna get with a partner who's shot to shit?
- I heard they got troopers... - I can't believe they bought that shit.
...coming all the way from Vermont to fuck you guys up!
[grunting]
- [Booch coughs] - You didn't think that was funny?
[grunting]
[exclaims]
You okay?
- No, I'm not okay. [groans] - Hey, you're okay.
- [Richie] How's it going up there? - [exhales sharply, blows]
[Mr. B] I'm freezing my fucking bag off. [blows] The oil-- [blows] The oil ran out.
[sighs] I was outside in my goddamn fucking chinos and alligators,
splitting logs in the fucking snow, and the temperature's dropping.
Um, Toomey came by.
[sighs] How bad?
Uh, it's bad.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Guess who he's looking for?
Fuck you, Richie.
Two gentlemen from Quincy.
They took something from the mayor.
Something he wants back real bad.
Uh, there's something else, though.
Richie, I'm gonna have a fucking panic attack,
you don't finish your fucking sentence here.
We didn't make any money off the, you know--
Goddamn motherfucker!
Goddamn it!
[scoffs] You came back to Boston in a stolen car?
Christ, you really must be crazy.
[sighs] You know, for a moment there... [sighs] ...it was so nice and quiet.
I actually thought you were dead. [sighs]
Now, I gotta go through with this.
Through with what?
Fuck you gonna do?
- You never talk to me-- - [knocking, door opens]
I gotta speak to you. Um, it's an emergency.
- I'm with a patient. - Yeah, excuse me.
Uh, you have an MD, right?
Hey, pal--
- We're good, we're good. - It's okay. Rory, wait outside.
I really need you right now, Doc.
- [stammers] - Wait outside.
- I'm so sorry. - All right.
It's, uh, time-sensitive.
It's a gunshot to the shoulder.
The bullet's still in.
Ah...
Oh.
Hi.
Was that you in the news?
- The mayor? - Yeah, yeah.
A police officer was killed.
I-- We tried to stop that.
[Cobby] As a matter of fact, that guy shot me.
So, in all fairness, I'm also a victim. [mutters]
- You need to call 911. - [stammers]
Uh, look... [stammers] ...they're gonna arrest him, then they're gonna arrest me,
and neither of us are gonna make it to the fucking trial.
- He needs a doctor. - You're a doctor.
I just need you to take the bullet out, patch him up,
and we are on our way. We're gone.
If I did what you're asking, Rory, I would be-- I would be breaking the law.
What if I took you hostage?
- [scoffs] - No, I mean with your permission.
Like then officially, legally, you'd be my hostage,
and you have to do what I say.
He's really hurt.
- You won't hurt anyone? - No.
- You won't hurt yourself? - No.
And you will turn yourself in?
After I do what I gotta do, I will turn myself in.
And I am your hostage, we're clear?
- Great. All right, get in. - No, you have to say it, Rory.
Fine. You are my hostage.
Say you will kill me if I don't help you.
[stammers] I don't have a choice?
You have a choice.
You're making a choice.
You're a grown man. You're accountable for your decisions.
- You're making a decision right now. - Fine. I will--
I will kill you if you don't help me.
Good.
[Cobby] What the fuck kind of conversation is this?
You're gonna love him.
[both grunting]
[Rory pants] Okay.
[groans]
Oh, God, not the couch.
- On the table. - [Cobby grunting]
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. [sighs] - [grunts] Hang on, hang on.
- [Rory] All right. - [groans]
That lady a doctor?
[sighs] Yeah.
What kind of doctor?
Don't worry about it.
Hey... [pants] ...have you done this kind of thing before?
No, but I did junior residency
in the ER at Beth Israel if that's what you're asking.
What are you whispering about?
Honestly, gunshot wounds were my favorite. I like finding them.
Oh, good.
[sighs] Hi. How's your day going?
It's shot.
I'm Dr. Rivera.
- Do you mind if I take a look at you? - Have your way with me.
[groans]
Okay.
That's the hole.
[grunts]
You have a good energy.
He saved my life.
How did that make you feel when he did that?
Is that clean?
Yeah, pretty good.
Well, it must have been comforting
to have that kind of support in such a scary environment.
Tell me about that.
[crowd chanting] Miccelli's gotta go! Clean up crime!
[Miccelli] I've tried every combination of numbers I can think of.
[machinery whirring]
If they don't open up this safe now, I'm fucked.
And if I'm fucked, you think I'm gonna let anybody walk around this city unfucked?
They're sharpening up their knives to stick in my back, Alan!
[Alan] We just need t-time and-- and luck.
Luck? They're throwing us out, Alan.
[whirring stops]
- Anything? - Uh-uh.
[protestor] Miccelli's got to go!
They better get in that safe, Alan. For your sake, for mine, for everybody.
Yes, well, we're all operating on that assumption, sir.
Hey, Victoria, did they try 26 instead of 28?
Yes, sir. Uh-huh.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to the city of Boston?
You can't find one motherfucker to crack a motherfucking safe?
[groans] I saw the tarp, I thought somebody was gonna chop me up.
Still might.
Hey, look, you made a joke.
She left you a sweatshirt on the table.
We gotta go.
Did you get her phone?
She's all right. She's...
[Cobby sighs]
I mean, we made a deal.
[groans]
[knocking]
You just have to--
[sighs]
[person on phone] Squad car should be arriving any second now.
Am I gonna be disappointed? [sighs]
State police are willing to negotiate.
- [scoffs] - I told them that I was your hostage.
And that, also as your doctor, you are a credible 851,
which means that you have expressed
suicidal ideation with underlying mental health issues
and-and that you were pressed into participating in the robbery.
[sighs]
What are you feeling?
I'm disappointed.
- [Rivera] Hey, give me back my keys. - [Cobby] Thanks for the sweatshirt.
- Rory, this was the deal. - No. I said after I did what I had to do.
- I'm not gonna let you kill yourself... - Hurry up.
...or get yourself killed.
Oh, yeah, except you just told an army of angry cops where we are.
I did not. I called a major in the state police.
Rory, I counsel the state police. They wouldn't lie to me.
Did you hear that? You gotta think that's funny.
- [Rivera] They wanna negotiate. - They think we're cop killers.
- [Rivera] You are! - No, we're not.
That was the other guy.
They're gonna hunt us down like Regret.
You're gonna be directly responsible for us dying.
[Rivera] Excuse me? Excuse me, I saved your life.
Yeah. So someone else could kill us?
[breathes heavily] Ah, fuck.
- What is an 851? - That is not what I'm doing.
- [Cobby] You trying to kill yourself? - [Rivera] You gave me your word.
You gave me your word.
Nobody keeps their word. Are you trying to kill yourself?
Rory, you have to trust me.
No. I have to do what I have to do.
- I gotta make it right. - [sirens wailing in distance]
I said I was gonna do that, then I was gonna turn myself in.
I will keep my word.
Maybe I should drive.
- Get in the car. - Just considering everything--
- Get in the car. - All right. Fuck it.
Rory. [sighs]
[engine starts]
- What are you doing? - [sighs] I am not letting you die.
- I can't. - [sighs]
Things are getting better in here.
[sighs]
[tires squeal]
Oh, look, our negotiators.
- [sighs] You think this is funny? - [Cobby] It's not not funny.
[grunting]
- Go back, back, back, back. - [Rory] I'm trying to stop it.
[gasps]
["Downtown" plays on radio]
[breathes heavily]
[officer 1] Put your hands in the air.
Get out of the car.
Now!
- [engine revs] - [tires squeal]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
[tires squeal]
Wow. Those cops from Rhode Island?
Don't they have anything going on in their own state?
How'd they get here so fast?
First on the scene.
I guess if you're the smallest state, you got nothing to do.
Rory, you are driving recklessly.
I'm in the middle of a high-speed car chase.
Think about the progress we were making.
Think about the person you wanted to be.
What kind of person did you want to be?
- Ask yourself. - Please change the song.
Rory, ask yourself how any of this is helping you.
- [Cobby] Is this your playlist? - Please change the song.
- [Rivera] I didn't pick it! - [Cobby] Okay.
[all speak indistinctly]
[Cobby] Usually the driver picks the song.
Punch a button. I don't care. Just change it.
There you go.
["Baby Please Don't Go" plays on radio]
- [Rivera] Rory, you're in crisis. - [Rory] No, I'm not.
The situation is a crisis. I'm fine.
[Cobby] Wow. Look at all those negotiators over there.
They look like they're ready to make a deal.
Rory, you are betraying everything you have ever told me you wanted to be.
What did you want to be? Oh, you're a shrink, huh?
Oh, my Christ, my fucking Lord.
You got a shrink?
I thought you operated on me. You're not even a real doctor.
- What? - Bro, you wanna kill yourself?
Hey, where are you from?
- I'm from Lynn. - Oh, yeah. That makes sense.
[Rivera] What does that mean?
[Cobby] You're from Lynn? The city of sin?
- Yeah, I'm from Lynn. Where are you from? - I dated a girl from Lynn.
I liked you better when you were crying.
How are you a psychiatrist and you make fun of people for crying?
- I was not-- - Which I didn't even do.
I'm not making fun of anyone. I was talking to you because--
Why you pay somebody to make fun of you for crying?
[Rivera] You're not my patient, and you're being disrespectful.
You know what? Just drive us off the bridge. Take us all out.
I wouldn't want to be shamed for expressing feelings.
[pilot 1] Cut him off on the other side. Cut him off!
[Cobby grunts]
Rory, you have to stop. You have to face your problems.
Yeah, I'm gonna lobby for not stopping the car.
Those are Vermont State Troopers.
They're all goddamn leaning on us, following us...
- Hey, which way? - [stammers] Take 93.
[Rory] Ninety-- Ninety-three?
[police radio] All units, be aware.
The suspect's vehicle has entered the tunnel.
- [pilot 2] Coming up on the right. - [pilot 1] Cut him off!
Uh-oh! Shit.
If we survive this, would you consider having a cup of coffee with me?
Do not fuck with me.
Is that a no?
[horn honking]
[tires squeal]
Go, go, go, go, go.
- What is wrong with you? - Go back to fucking Vermont!
[arguing, clamoring]
- [Rory] I think we're good. - Hey, go to Quincy.
- [Rory] Huh? - Quincy. Quincy. Quincy. Quincy.
Right there.
Go to my bar.
Wait, you own a bar?
Why is that so hard for everyone to believe?
For the purpose of my insurance claim,
I'd like you to make sure the car is totaled.
- Yeah. - You're probably good.
[Rory] Think we got you covered.
[panting]
[door opens]
Time to go.
[Mr. B] Thirty fucking years in this business.
I can't believe I'm running to Canada 'cause of Cobby fucking Murphy.
He cannot keep his big fucking mouth shut.
Except when he did for us in Walpole.
What do you think he's gonna do when Toomey catches him?
- Oh, he'll roll on us for sure. - Yeah, you bet your ass he'll roll on us.
He'll sing like Billie fucking Holliday.
This cabin is not far enough.
[Richie] Well, I love maple syrup.
Neil Young.
Ice hockey.
Walking around outside.
Can you love all that in fucking French?
- [Richie speaks French] - [Mr. B speaks French] What?
Au revoir.
[Rory] What-- What the hell?
- [Cobby] That works. - [sighs]
- You gotta go in and around to the right. - Yeah, perfect.
- [straining] Another crime. [grunts] - [Cobby] Yeah, you're on a roll.
[Rory] You didn't tell me it was a bathroom.
- It's a bathroom. - [Rory grunts] Fuck.
- [chuckles] - [toilet water splashes]
Um, this man, Mr. Kelly, why wouldn't he call the cops on you immediately?
'Cause I'm like the son he never had.
Son he never had or never wanted?
You know, you don't seem like a doctor to me.
Well, are you bleeding to death?
That's a good point. But so, what do you do?
Can you prescribe medication or you just, like, talk Rory off a ledge once a week?
You really think I'm gonna talk to you about confidential patients?
Nah, but I'm just saying, like, don't these guys need real treatment?
Can't see a whole village of helpless little kids
get annihilated by a SCUD missile or whatever and then be like,
"Oh, tell me about your childhood, and you'll be fine."
Okay, first of all, you're an idiot.
Second of all, Rory receives excellent treatment.
And lastly, I have an MD, which is what you need to prescribe medication.
Okay. I did not know that.
[sighs] Thank God.
[sighs]
[Cobby sighs]
[door closes]
If I was your patient, you think you could figure me out?
[Rivera] You wouldn't be my patient.
I'm just saying, if you had to though, or whatever.
[sighs] There's no "have to." I keep healthy boundaries.
Oh, yeah.
Like running around with a couple lowlifes,
- pretending to be a hostage? - [Rivera] You're not a lowlife, Rory.
As soon as this Mr. Kelly guy gets here,
we just take whatever help he can give us.
Rory--
And then I'm gonna do what I gotta do, and then I turn myself in.
I guess I'll go down to Bolivia all by myself.
[Cobby] Is that Mr. Kelly?
Does Mr. Kelly drive a tank?
[whispers] Oh, shit.
[smacks lips]
[whispers] Fuck.
Get-Get-Get-Get-- Get down. Get down.
- Where? Where? - [Cobby] Jesus Christ.
[Cobby sighs, grunts]
[breathes heavily]
Tell me about those healthy boundaries.
I'm doing my job. I'm here for Rory.
[breathes heavily]
Did you lose a patient? Is that it?
Be quiet.
Ah, yeah.
- No, I get it. - You don't know anything.
- These guys see so many things. - Stop talking.
- They come back here, they lose hope. - You run your mouth so much.
- No one's around to help. - I don't understand how you survived
- as long as you have. - I'm not running my mouth.
[shushes] Be quiet. Quiet.
Let me ask you a question.
What's wrong with me?
No, I'm serious. I really wanna know.
[sighs] Adult disinhibited social engagement disorder.
Probably stemming from an early childhood disrupted attachment complex.
You feel abandoned by people.
Nah, that's not it.
You're more comfortable feeling abandoned and alone.
When someone tells you the truth, you talk so you don't have to hear it.
You know, I'm starting to understand why so many of your patients shoot themselves.
Cobby, if you want a friend, be a friend.
Hello, Frank. How are you doing?
[door opens]
[creaking]
I think it's the cops.
Tell Cobby to get his ass up here.
You whipped up a shit storm for yourself now, kid.
Oh, Mr. K-- [inhales sharply, sighs]
Would you excuse us, John?
Sure thing, Frank, I'll step out.
Place is yours.
[Francis] I'll try not to make a mess.
You do whatever you want, Frank.
I got insurance.
Well, I hope you got insurance on your beach house too.
I tried to help you, Cobby.
God knows I tried.
Sit.
I have a gun.
You're going to shoot someone with it?
No.
[sighs]
Sorry.
You ever committed a crime before?
Not a felony.
[clears throat] Sir, if I can speak on behalf of these two men--
No, you may not.
Who are you?
- She's our hostage. - She's our psychiatrist.
I'm not your psychiatrist.
You're underpaid.
Yeah, no shit.
So, this is it? We're under arrest?
I don't think he's here to arrest us.
Where is it?
Where is what?
He's talking about this.
Let me ask you something.
Why would a mayor care so much about this that he sends someone like you to get it?
It's not my business.
Which means it's definitely not your business.
Look, lady. You walk out with me.
But I'm their hostage.
And I'm saving you.
Hands on the bar when the C-11 wagon boys come in here.
They're armed, and they drink a lot of coffee.
[police radio chatter]
- [officer 1] They're not going anywhere. - [officer 2] Move, move, move.
- Back off. - You back off.
Let Boston PD handle this.
- [sighs] - The fuck are you doing?
He said hands on the bar. I'm putting my hands on the fucking bar.
[chuckles] You don't smell it?
Smell what?
- [Cobby chuckles] - [sniffs] Oh.
Oh, shit.
[officer 4] What are we waiting for?
Did we miss it?
Go, go, go!
[people exclaim, clamoring]
[officer 1] Get the Quincy fire department here.
[sirens wail]
Must be a fire someplace.
Big one.
Like a five-alarm.
What do we do now?
We're going to Montreal.
- Montreal? - Yeah, Montreal.
We'll be safe there.
Okay. Why?
It's in Canada.
Yeah, no, I know where it is. But...
Do you know someone there?
Nah.
How are we gonna get there?
Take the highway.
- Just follow the signs. - With everyone chasing us?
How are we gonna cross the border?
I don't know, guy.
We're gonna fucking park at Niagara Falls, and we're gonna hike across.
It's like negative 50 up there.
There's like 20 feet of snow.
Dead of winter?
You need a fucking dogsled and a pack of huskies to get across the border.
You gonna walk across in sneakers?
- Have you ever been to Montreal? - No, I haven't been to Montreal.
What difference does that make?
[Rory] Montreal's a terrible idea.
- Montreal's a terrible idea? - [Rory] Terrible.
Yeah, Montreal's a terrible idea.
[scoffs]
Ev-- So everybody's wrong about Montreal.
You ever robbed a bank?
[Cobby] What?
Rob a bank.
You're not robbing a bank.
I need the money.
How are you gonna rob a bank?
- How? - [Cobby] Yeah.
Walk in. Put a mask on.
Put the mask on after y-you walk in?
- [stammers] - Or before?
- [stammers] Before. - [bell rings]
What about the armed guards?
What about the time lock on the vault?
What about the fact they don't have more than two grand in any of the drawers?
Never mind the big safe.
You just gonna get shot for nothing.
Robbing a bank is a terrible idea. We're going to Montreal.
Montreal solves none of my problems. None.
Yeah, well, I'm not going back to jail again.
Have fun in Montreal.
Have fun robbing a bank.
["93 CELSIUS" plays on radio]
18, 13, 87, 18, 20, 26, 71, 29, 80.
Those are the numbers on the mayor's bracelet.
You want $32,480?
Yeah.
[chanting] Miccelli's gotta go!
Twenty-five years of kickbacks and bribes.
The mayor's probably sitting on more cash than the Shah of Iran.
You send Frank Toomey to get your bracelet,
you better believe it's worth something.
Those numbers are the combination to his safe,
and the safe's in his office, and that's why he ain't leaving.
So, you're saying you wanna rob the mayor again?
I'm not saying it went so well the first time, but...
but they would never think we'd be dumb enough to do it again.
[Miccelli] Everyone's going to fucking jail unless we get it out of here.
Just get that fucking safe onto the fucking dolly
and get it out of this office!
Mayor won't forget you, Frank.
- Put your asses into it, guys. - [Alan] I got it, sir.
- [Miccelli] You goddamn pussies! - [Alan] I got it!
- [door closes] - [sighs]
[protesters chanting] Clean up crime!
[chanting] Miccelli's gotta go!
[chanting] Clean up crime!
[radio chatter]
[Cobby] You think they keep the keys in these things?
We came here for suits. Now you wanna take the fucking truck?
Don't you think it would be fun to steal a fire truck?
- [Cobby] Fire department. - [Rory] Boston Fire.
- Boston Fire Department. - [Rory] Boston Fire.
Boston Fire.
[Rory] Do you know where that goes?
[grunts] Yeah, it goes in here, it goes across there, and up.
Yeah, but up where? How do you know?
It goes in the building.
Believe me, it goes-- it goes somewhere.
[explosion]
Alan, this is my retirement plan right there.
- Okay. Yeah. - Huh, huh, huh?
You feel it, baby? You feel it?
- [fire alarm] Fire reported. - [Miccelli] What the fuck?
- Please evacuate the building. - Evacuate?
[crowd screaming, clamoring]
Go that way! Come on! Come on!
It worked.
Feel how heavy these boots are?
If you say Montreal again, I swear to God, I'll kill us both.
[Cobby] Just saying. My toes are toasty.
[fire alarm] Fire has been reported in the building.
[knocking]
- This is not a drill, sir. - Shit!
[fire alarm] Please evacuate the building now.
I need to evacuate you and all staff to safety.
Can you give me a minute? [sighs]
Sir, please, I'm just doing my job.
[groaning]
- Jesus Christ. - [fire marshal] Now, sir!
What the fuck is going on over here?
- Sir! Right now! We gotta go right now! - [groaning] Get your hands off me!
- I'm the fucking mayor. You can't-- - Let's go! Right now, sir! Right now!
Let's go! Come on!
Where are you going? Hey!
Building's on fire!
- Don't you leave without it, Alan. - [fire marshal groans] Right now, sir!
Stay safe, Alan.
Building's on fire.
[crowd clamoring]
- I think firemen take the stairs. - Huh?
Firemen take the stairs.
Hey!
What the fuck are you two doing?
Hey!
Taking the stairs like everyone else.
Don't you walk away from me!
[Cobby] We're good. We're good. Relax!
[firefighter] Hey!
- [Rory] Hurry up. - Hurry up? I got shot today, bro.
Hey!
- [grunts] This guy. Fuck. - Fuck off!
Excuse me?
[Cobby] Give me a fucking break, guy. We-We're fighting the fire here.
[Miccelli arguing]
Turn around! What am I supposed to do?
What the fuck is this? I'm gonna have your job-- [muttering]
I do not have a choice.
Hey! Where are you going?
Stay the fuck out of my office!
- [firefighter] Hey! - Fuck off!
Hey, what did you just say to me?
Don't you walk away from me!
What do you think this is?
- Stop! Right now! - [Cobby] He's not gonna let up.
- [Cobby] Go, go, go, go, go, go! - Don't you close that door!
Don't you fuck-- [grunts]
- [grunts, groans] - [knocking]
- [Cobby] Huh? - [Rory] Jesus Christ.
- This fucking guy. - [Cobby] Un-fucking-believable.
[banging]
[grunting]
Oh, come on!
Does everybody in this town have to be a fucking hero?
I'm not a hero.
- [banging continues] - Hey, stop it! Stop it!
We got a hostage, and he's about to go over a balcony!
What are you doing?
I'm buying time.
This was a robbery.
We were getting four to seven.
Now we're getting twenty years for kidnapping.
There was an ax coming through the door.
I was improvising.
Worse than that, this is a federal building.
Yeah, Homeland Security Act is activated. No custodial limit for terrorists.
They'll have gone to red. Shoot to kill.
Plus... [groans] ...I-I-I'm a government employee.
So, that triggers a whole suite of responses.
You triggered a suite of responses.
- [sirens blaring] - [radio chatter]
Well, the water stopped.
[Cobby] They're getting the negotiator.
- They're not getting a-- - [phone rings]
That's probably the negotiator.
That's a really big safe.
[person 1] Oh, shit. What an afternoon.
What's going on?
[person 2] There's a big fire at city hall.
[person 3] Yeah. Thank goodness those sprinklers actually work, yeah?
[person 4] It's chaos over there.
I'll have this to go.
Who's in charge here?
Hey!
Who's in charge here?
[officer 1] Mr. Mayor!
We got a rapidly-evolving security situation.
You got snipers?
[officer 1] Sir, getting set up now.
It-It's very-- It's very simple, okay?
You take out the bad guys, I give you a fucking parade.
[officers chattering]
[officer 2] Use your head, fellas. Let's take 'em down.
Seventy-one,
twenty-nine...
Eighty.
[Rory] Oh, my God.
- Yeah. - No way.
[Alan] Wait, wait. What?
Holy shit.
You said your share was 32,480?
More or less.
Excuse me. Officer.
Officer!
I wanna make a deal and turn state's.
Not now, Alan.
Kind of in the middle of something.
I want immunity from prosecution in exchange for full cooperation.
Twenty years of evidence.
Kickbacks, bribes, u-untraceable offshore bank accounts.
[sighs]
You know we're not cops, right?
We're not even firemen.
I want you to witness I cooperated as soon as I could.
Well done.
Fucking heroes everywhere.
[officer 1] Dude, is that the M82A1?
[officer 2] Fuck yeah, it is. They won't even let me use it at the range.
[laughs]
["Living after Midnight" playing]
Throw me a slice.
Throw me a beer, Joe.
[officer 3] Let's fuck them up.
[officer 4] What are we waiting for?
It's Waco out there.
[Rory] Hey, Bobby Orr signed this stick.
Yeah, that's probably fake. They're mostly fakes.
Yeah, I saw him play. Saw his last game.
- [Cobby] Yeah? - [Rory] Yeah.
How fucking old are you?
I-- I was, like, seven.
Bobby's knees were shot. He played like shit. But I was there.
Yeah, he told me not to forget it.
Bobby Orr told you don't forget his game?
No, no. Not Bobby Orr. My father took me.
[officer 1] Sierra team one has a clean shot.
Watch out!
- [grunts] - [Alan screams]
[officer 2] Light 'em up, boys! Let's go!
[grunting]
[Cobby] Shit.
Go, go! [grunting]
Out my fucking way!
Stop firing! SWAT team!
There's a hostage inside. Stop firing!
That's what I'm talking about!
[Cobby] Stay away from the window!
[all grunting]
[Cobby] Christ! [grunts] Fuck!
[officer 1] Stop firing. Stop fucking firing!
Shit! Jesus! Jesus!
- [Rory grunts] Are you hit? - [Cobby] Yes.
You are?
You mean gunshot?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Oh, fuck. Where?
Well, my arm hurts. I think it's-- I think it's a hit.
You already got hit in the arm.
I don't know, just give me a minute. I just landed.
Who gave the order to stop firing, huh?
I didn't give any fucking order.
[officer 2] Your lawyer's in there, sir.
- Who? Alan? Ah! - [officer 2] Yeah.
[officer 3] Negotiator's going in.
[officer 2] You know what to do?
- Yeah. - [radio chatter]
- [Cobby] Yeah. It's a gunshot. - Not a chance.
- It's a bullet wound. - There's no way.
What do you think it is? A charley horse?
You got a rip in your sweatshirt from crawling around on the floor.
Here's a solve for you. A needle and thread.
That's what fixes your problem.
Being the only guy who was shot today before, I think I would know.
No one got hit.
- What do you think that is? - It's not a gunshot.
- A guy takes a bullet for you. - You took a bullet for me?
You could have caught that on the couch when you came around the corner.
I got shot twice today, and I'd like to have it acknowledged.
Why do you think it's a gun--
- It's a scratch. - [knocking]
[Rory] Occupied.
Rory. Rory, it's me. Dr. Rivera.
I'm alone.
Hang on.
- Hi. - Hi.
[Rivera] Can I come in?
Hiya, Doc.
Are you guys okay?
Yeah. We're great.
Well, unfortunately, I got shot. Again.
He didn't get shot.
- Yes, I did. - You the negotiator?
Yes, I-I-I am.
Mayor's counsel, Alan Flynn. I'm, uh, cooperating.
Alan's our new hostage, but we don't like him more than you.
Hi, Alan.
I like that vest. You look nice.
What is going on, Rory?
I'm getting my $32,480.
[sighs]
How are you feeling?
Good. Fine.
This how this kind of thing normally goes?
Cobby, please don't interrupt.
But, no, normally the patient answers the question.
You have the money. You got what you wanted.
Does it feel like you thought it would?
I can take the money to your son. I'll put it under my bulletproof vest.
Walk out of here and take it to him.
You did it.
You can-- What was it? "Punch your ticket."
So, what are you feeling?
[inhales sharply]
I don't wanna die.
That took a lot of courage to say that.
I'm really proud of you.
Yes, Cobby.
I also don't wanna die.
That's good, Cobby.
I don't wanna die.
Alan, you're not a part of this.
Okay.
I'm ready to turn myself in.
Are you crazy? You turn yourself in, they'll kill you.
- You have to run. - [Alan chuckles]
Wait. All you've been saying, like, from the very beginning was--
Please, I've been saying that from the start.
Oh, what do you want me to say? I was-- I was wrong?
- [Cobby] Yes. I'd like that. - No, that's--
- I mean, is that so hard? - Okay. Yeah. Okay. I was wrong.
[sighs, scoffs] Fuck.
[snorts, sighs]
What?
I think I wanna go to Montreal.
[officer 1] Male and female subjects exiting the building.
[officer 2] Are they coming out?
Sir, yes, sir. They certainly are.
[officer 2] All right.
[crowd gasps]
[Cobby] It was good while it lasted.
[Rory] Fuck, that was heavy.
[sighs]
Not mine.
[police shouting, clamoring] Stop! Pull back! Stay back! Stay back!
[clamoring]
["Jump Around" playing]
Stop! Stop!
Clear, clear, clear!
- Hey! - Bye. Yep. We're firemen. Goodbye.
- Good night. - Holy shit.
- Holy shit! - Oh, my God.
What did I tell you? Huh? What did I tell you?
- You were not wrong. You were not wrong. - Is being firemen a good idea? Huh?
[Cobby] We're going to Montreal. Let's go.
- Let's go! - [Rory] Montreal. Montreal! Let's go!
Who's driving that fire truck?
They take one look at this fire truck, they're gonna let us right in.
Coming through. Move aside. Move aside.
American heroes coming through, please.
- How many miles to Montreal? - Three hundred, give or take.
How many miles to freedom? We're going to Montreal!
- Montreal. - We're going to Montreal in a fire truck!
There's nothing that's stopping this truck.
Nothing. Nothing!
Oh, fu-- Oh, shit. [grunts]
Car! Car! Car! Bro! Car! You're hitting the cars over here.
- Oh, shit! He's coming. - Come on. Go!
[Cobby] Go. Go. Go! Speed up! Speed up! Come on!
- I am. I am speeding up. I'm speeding up! - You're going slower!
- Put it in gear. - It's in gear.
- It's going as fast as it can. - Put it in another gear!
[Cobby exclaims] Push! Push!
- [groans] - [grunts] He's such an asshole.
- [Cobby] Speed up! Speed up! - I am! I am!
- Try to counter steer! - I am counter steering!
- Steer the other way! - I'm trying to counter steer!
- [grunting] - Fuck me!
[sighs]
[groans] Oh, shit!
- Your door. Your door. - [grunting]
- I can't get it-- It's jammed. - Your way. Open the door.
It's just a latch. It's a simple la--
[stammers] Oh, there he is.
[Francis] Hands up, motherfuckers.
Are you out of your fucking minds?
We are in treatment. Yeah.
Get out. Put your hands up against the truck.
Sir, I'm in possession of something
I think you're gonna find very interesting.
What?
May I put my hand into my pocket and pull it out?
This right here is 20 years of kickbacks and bribes.
Now, we would be willing to trade this to you for our freedom.
What I propose is that you put this in your pocket,
you turn around, and you walk away.
You never work another day in your life,
- and we're gone. That's it. - Gone. We're gone.
[gate slams]
[Cobby] Free health care, free dental work,
haircuts, men's groups, "de-licing."
You get your steps in.
Never lose your wallet.
Marriage.
[Rory] Already tried it.
[Cobby] Not to me.
Never have to pick out an outfit again.
Like Einstein.
Tell me that guy didn't know a thing or two.
[announcer] ...73 to Montreal is now ready to begin preliminary boarding at gate...
[officer 1] Mayor Miccelli?
[Miccelli] Who, me?
[assistant] Mr. Mayor, I would like to say
I am very supportive of your anti-corruption platform.
So, when we prosecute these two men from Quincy,
their lawyers, of course, will enter into evidence these hard drives
and the accounts listed on them,
which contain 100 million untraceable dollars.
So, we will be returning 100 million untraceable dollars to the state
that we could otherwise...
[photographer] Mr. Mayor, if you could look right here.
But, uh, Mr. Mayor, if we did not prosecute these two men,
then these drives would not be entered into evidence.
[shutter clicks]
All right, it's your lucky day. Out! Let's go.
Come on, buddy. Let's go, go, go, go.
Watch your head.
Down. You too. Let's go. Let's go. Here you go. Down.
Step and down, hold.
- [keys rattle] - [officer 1] Happy holidays, boys.
Courtesy of Mayor Choi's Second Chance program.
Hope you make the most of it.
[lock clicks]
Hey, we had some boots.
Yeah, those were returned to the fire department.
Yeah, but there were some, uh, personal effects inside the boots.
The cash? Yeah, we took that.
Much appreciated.
[Rory] I don't kn-- What just happened?
- What just-- What? - [Cobby] Keep walking. Just keep walking.
[Rory] So, we're just-- w-we're free?
- [Cobby] Yeah. - [Rory] We're free. Wow.
That Mark Choi, huh?
I told you. Hell of a candidate.
[Cobby] Oh, I gotta say, I didn't see that choice coming.
I see you, Choi.
Choi chose to count his change.
Never got you to laugh, did I?
Yeah, you did.
I don't remember you laughing.
- I laughed. - [Cobby] I made a lot of jokes.
- I don't remember you laughing at one. - [Rory] I did laugh.
When did you laugh?
Second time you got shot.
I swear to God.
["Something In The Air" plays]
[Cobby sighs]
[engine sputters]
- Hey. - What?
Uh, never mind.
- You be good. - [engine starts]
[Cobby] Yeah, you be good.
[device whirs, beeps]
[automated voice] No alcohol detected. Vehicle unlocked.
[stammers]
You're loitering.
Yeah, well, you know how to call the cops.
[players chattering]
[wind howling]
[horse blusters]
Whoa.
What the fuck?
["Downtown" plays]
[Mountie] Needed boots.
我無法談這件事
羅利,為何無法?
這樣說吧,我...很誠實地回顧了我的人生
事實是,我搞砸很多事,妳知道嗎?
我並不責怪任何人,也不自怨自艾
但那眞的是肺腑之言
我搞砸很多事
坦誠很好
你覺得你是如何搞砸那些事?
不重要,反正無法修補了
很重要
你想修補跟前妻的關係嗎?
不...她不會回來了
而且我不怪她,那是我的錯
那你兒子呢?
你為何不願意談?
你感到絕望嗎?
我沒事
聽著,衹是...我...
我無法回答某些問題,否則會害到妳
或者妳會叫我去住院,這樣就會害到我
你會傷害自己嗎?
今天不會
羅利,什麼意思?
聽著,我正在做該做的事
我正在做所有正確的事
而且我老早就知道情況不會好轉
於是我告訴自己
“若你一年後依舊有這種感覺
你就該自我了斷”
你何時醞釀出這個計畫?
大約一年前
羅利
你確定試過所有的方式了嗎?
還沒
《鬧事之徒》
(波瓦烘焙坊)
你是他媽的大人物,對吧?
你自以為很了不起嗎?
大嘴巴說我們要幹這一票?
你他媽的究竟在想什麼?
你在選舉前到處嚷嚷,會有什麼後果?
你要猜猜看嗎?
你會讓人起戒心 然後就他媽的沒人願意動手
所有人都怕得要命
現在,我完蛋了
因為我手中有一大票好康
是千載難逢的大好機會
現在卻找不到半個願意動手的人
因為你惹出這個爛攤子
- 我能解決 - 你他媽的要怎麼解決?
我有人手,是一整個團隊,我們會搞定
你跟在昆西市的怪咖清潔工合作
還把所有人搞得雞犬不寧
現在哪個他媽的正常人 會願意接下這份工作?
你要吹用力一點
- 好,我正在吹啦 - 就像吹氣球,嘴唇貼上去
吹氣球
未偵測到酒精,機車解鎖
寇比墨菲
- 你搞什麼? - 好了
立刻帶他回來
你在看什麼?快點,進屋去吧
寇比
下次你再來這裡,我就報警
(馬拉奇酒吧)
- 泰瑞,嘿 - 我嫑...
你要聽一個笑話嗎?
- 什麼? - 要嗎?
你要聽一個我今天聽見的笑話嗎? 泰瑞,你要聽另外一個嗎?
- 喂 - 喲,寇比墨菲在嗎?我是斯卡佛
寇比墨菲,叫寇比墨菲聽電話
等一下
你沒空聽笑話?
寇比
他媽的是怎樣?靠
什麼事?
你他媽的有什麼毛病?
你喜歡沃波爾監獄嗎?
你想回去蹲嗎?
跟你的朋友們胡搞瞎搞?
天啊,你別激動,凱利先生
- 喂 - 我有重要的工作給你
- 我在聽 - 若你要接,一小時後跟我見面
好的...再見
若是我想的那回事,你就把紙牌塞進屁眼
滾出我的酒吧
好啦
祝好運
跟你說
我創造自己的運氣
凱利先生
你今天有酒喝嗎?
(斯夸騰遊艇俱樂部)
(唐諾W.麥基雷廳)
你是布蘭妲的姪子?那個海軍陸戰隊員?
- 對 - 你現在從事哪一行?
我打磨地板
你是前科犯?
你他媽的是什麼意思?
什麼是什麼意思?
對,我坐過牢,但不准你貶低我,老兄
這是怎樣?他有什麼毛病?
他靠得住,口風很緊
對,我是他媽的職業替死鬼 斯卡佛,對吧?
嘿,我們有照顧你,好嗎?
對,混蛋,我在沃波爾蹲了兩、三年
- 你才待了十八個月 - 我多待了他媽的十八個月
天啊,我操
我幹這行幹了一輩子
出了問題衹能靠這種貨色解決?
根本是一群呆瓜...
一群...
你覺得很好笑嗎?
甜甜圈來了
現在,我假設
你們都知道大約一週之後
波士頓市會舉辦市長決選
各界一致預估米契利會連任
他每隔四年就會選贏
再四年...
加油
在選舉之夜的那場派對
會是最重要的政治獻金場合
光門票就要五百美元
米契利很傳統
酒吧衹収現金,一杯一百美元 不接受線上支付
不接受轉賬 不搞他媽的虛擬貨幣或網銀那一套
衹収現金
任何想搞官商勾結的人
都會帶著一個黑色袋子出席
而且這些錢都不會向麻州民主黨申報
所以派對在哪裡舉辦?
碼頭
現場會有很多錢 多到你們這些笨蛋數不清
而且錢會一直擺在那裡,白花花的
直到裝甲運鈔車在早上抵達
好,所以我們要搶劫市長
就是這個意思
多少錢?
衹要上工十五分鐘
你們每人能分到大約卅萬美元的一成
- 萬一現場有更多錢呢? - 你們就分更多
萬一錢比較少呢?
你們就分得比較少,這叫做抽成
我需要三萬兩千四百八十美元
我也需要卌公分的屌
但我要引述上帝對我說的話
“下輩子吧”
好的,很高興認識你們
你說你需要多少錢?
三萬兩千四百八十美元,不多不少
若你能分到更多錢呢?
你就留下吧
- 是嗎? - 對,但若比較少...
我懂,你無論如何都要拿到這筆錢
對
- 成交 - 成交
我能繼續說了嗎?
從水路過去
在碼頭下面把船綁好
從後方的樓梯走上去
應該會有四或五個人 已經在裡面整理環境之類的
廚房旁邊就是辦公室,錢在裡面
- 中大獎了 - 輕鬆搞定
然後你們悠哉地離開
小斯會把錢帶走
那我們就休想拿到錢了
聽著,好啦,坐下
好了,坐下
你他媽的再發表意見,我就把你丟進海裡
然後,你倆會被送回碼頭
若無其事地過日子
幾天之後,狄奇科先生會去拜訪你們
他就是狄奇科先生
之後,我們就後會無期
好,但萬一蔡贏得決選呢?
萬一什麼?
那位競選對手,蔡馬克
不沉湎過去,要展望未來
蔡,要選就選蔡
同樣的賤招
同樣的貪腐,我們已經屢見不鮮
- 他是很強勁的候選人 - 是啊,萬一他勝出呢?
- 那個中國佬不會贏的 - 聽著,你不必吼
我衹是說選舉的變數很多
你倆能讓我們單獨談一下嗎?
嘿,若你有錢,會買一座遊艇俱樂部嗎?
那種地方就像混球大本營,對吧?
嘿,這種事通常都是這樣搞嗎?
什麼意思?
就...這整件事
這是你第一次搶劫嗎?
我知道該怎麼做
現在轉行是否有點晚?你六十歲了吧?
我沒有要轉行
不然你他媽的是怎樣?
這是我必須做的事
一次就好
別又搞砸這件事
他們休想碰那些錢
當然了
你去除掉那個死傻蛋
我很樂意
(芬威球場)
過程非常複雜,所以要專心聽
- 我們要把船停在這裡 - 這是目前的圖示嗎?
沒錯
我們要把船停在這裡
綁好,然後從後面的樓梯上去
- 這是廚房平面圖... - 這是從房地產線上平臺抓下來的嗎?
我說話的時候,你能他媽的聽就好嗎?
你他媽的在做什麼?
做筆記
- 做筆記? - 對
- 把我們的犯罪陰謀寫下來嗎? - 有很多要記
六點零七分,早上第一個停靠點
這些人有帶武器,而且準備好逞英雄
意思是我們必須在六點零七分之前離開
六點零七分
以免他們其中一人決定大開殺戒
好的
車上的守衛攜帶一把四吋點卅八手槍
後車廂有另一把手槍
駕駛座還有一把十二口徑散彈槍
你認識這些人嗎?
- 什麼? - 你認識這些守衛嗎?
不,我不認識
所以你像絕地武士或尤達那樣無所不知?
我有做研究
碼頭的餐廳經理大衛威吉 五十五歲,有兩個孩子
跟兩隻拉布拉多犬,念過餐飲學校
在市中心的義式餐館工作過十年
一直都很孬,他絕對不可能礙事
是啊
絕對不可能
嘿,你他媽的給我閉嘴
你他媽的怎麼知道他會有何反應?
餐飲學校?你是認眞的嗎?
你告訴我們某人的工作背景
但我們是要搶劫一間餐廳
你搞得好像我們在演《天羅地網》
等這件事結束,你我要好好聊一聊
天才,你在想什麼?
沒想什麼
好,時間到了,準備好了嗎?
我還有一個問題,最後一個了...我保證
如果我發號施令,但他們不聽話呢?
你就說:“我有槍”
我會照辦
可以了...
(羅倫斯拉森溜冰場 麥克伊若桑尼中心)
嘿
小心點,小斯
你要開船是不是?
不了,你是船長
你似乎不會緊張
因為我本來就不緊張,六點零七分
你們都還好嗎?腦袋正常嗎?
你正常嗎?
不正常,但至少我有自知之明
- 他媽的怎麼回事?我們動不了 - 我們他媽的卡住了
- 快點搖晃這該死的船 - 嫑搖...
你這是在岩石上開船
我想讓我們脫困
快繼續搖啦
天啊,我們正在下沉
求救,爛人,求救,船長
- 我們正在下沉,船長 - 幹
我超想在冰冷的水裡游泳
喲,船上進了很多水
你的船長執照是在哪裡考到的? 我也想去上課
可以開船開到一半,就說
“下船用走的,男孩們”
至少現在是一月
所以,若我們搶不到錢
至少會罹患肺炎,也算賺到
你他媽的閉嘴,專心一點
汙水罷了,各位,走吧
階梯、面罩、門、廚房、爬到這一層
- 他媽的閉嘴,戴上面罩 - 威吉、保險箱、錢、六點零七分
- 三、二... - 六點零七分
等等...迅速問一下,最後一個問題
他媽的別問問題了
快點,進去廚房
- 動作快 - 給我趴下
把手機放在水槽裡,趴在地上...
慘了
幹
把他們綁起來啊
我們衹有六條束帶,天才
那就他媽的想點辦法
你他媽的在做什麼?
抱歉,是...我媽打來
拿走他們該死的手機
趴在地上,把手機放在水槽裡
趴在地上
好,就這麼辦,我的搭檔龍柏先生
會協助你們走進大型冷凍櫃
龍柏先生,你會傷害別人嗎?
什麼?
你喜歡傷害別人嗎?
我有槍
對,你有槍
但你不想開槍,對吧?
對,我完全不想開槍
深呼吸,站起來
把手機放在流理檯上
- 然後走進大型冷凍櫃,快點 - 大型冷凍櫃,把手機放在流理檯上
把手機放在流理檯上
帶走你們需要的東西 這裡有很多食物跟飲料
大家要和平相處,跳幾下開合跳
- 保持溫暖 - 一次一個,好
- 沒人會受傷 - 我以前當過洗碗工,老兄
眞是他媽的噩夢,我曾在廚房工作
- 就像有食物的男子更衣室 - 進去吧
嘿,這裡為何有這麼多人?
昨晚的慶祝活動還沒結束 大家都樂歪了,因為蔡贏了
挪一下,什麼?蔡馬克贏得選舉?
我以為他毫無勝算
米契利尚未承認敗選
外面還有很多人
- 搞什麼? - 嘿,蔡馬克
我說過他是很強的候選人
在哪裡?他媽的在哪裡?
原本錢超多的 我們已經請人連夜運走兩車了
把他媽的袋子裝滿
- 用什麼裝? - 他媽的裝滿就對了
你要用比較小的袋子嗎?
錢咧?
昨晚已經被載走了,因為有太多錢
- 等等,這裡沒錢嗎? - 對,他媽的沒錢
他媽的滾出去
幹
- 王八蛋,你用槍指著我嗎? - 嘿,別這樣,夠了...
我操
你他媽的有什麼毛病?
你說過我他媽的穩贏
我說有誤差範圍
你去死吧
你必須承認敗選
- 死忠選民失控了 - 亞倫,你他媽的給我閉嘴
偉大的班傑明富蘭克林說過
“我們必須團結,因為若我們不合作
絕對就會一個個被弔死”
市長馬上會出來
請在他抵達時熱烈歡迎他
再四年
當那個吃全素又滴酒不沾的華裔美國人 進入我的辦公室
衹要他隨便算一下
我們就全都得去蹲苦牢
是右邊還左邊?
嘿,你確定他有兩隻拉布拉多犬嗎?
你說他一直都很孬
所以我在想他或許衹有一隻拉布拉多犬
這個地方跟地圖畫的完全不一樣
嘿,船長,你的研究會不會出錯了?
繼續說吧你,王八蛋
他絕對沒念過餐飲學校
- 筆記糊掉了 - 或許是念波士頓大學之類的
他媽的閉嘴
右轉,或許再右轉?
很好
市長先生,你好嗎?
小子,你有很多選擇,好嗎?
他媽的閉嘴,閉上你該死的臭嘴
所有人把口袋清空,動作快
快點啊,東西全都拿出來
- 他媽的別鬧,我們走 - 所有東西放進袋子
- 去拿他們的東西 - 別這樣,老兄
去拿他們的東西
珠寶之類的所有東西 全都放進袋子裡,快點
抱歉,放進袋子裡
- 把他的手錶放進袋子 - 喲,我們沒時間演這齣
拿走後面那個人的手錶
- 這是我老婆從鑽爾斯買給我的 - 放進袋子
好,你可以再買一衹
- 你他媽的在做什麼? - 謝謝,放進袋子
那是純金的嗎?
這個嗎?
- 這是我外公的 - 放進袋子
聽著,小子,你就當幫我一個忙...
放進他媽的袋子
請放進來
謝謝
- 我們走吧... - 快點
- 我們走 - 你他媽的在做什麼?
小子,你最好別這麼做
你他媽的別碰它
老兄,你在幹嘛?
我們走吧
他看見我他媽的臉了,他們全都看見了
- 解決這個小癟三,局長 - 我們走吧
你們知道自己惹上什麼麻煩了嗎?
- 說來聽聽 - 把槍放下,然後離開
你他媽的雙手嫑亂動
蠢蛋,若你對他開槍,會害死我們的
我們衹是在聊天,就這麼簡單
- 你轉身,我們就出去 - 我們立刻離開
- 把槍放下 - 嫑讓他離開這裡
- 動手,局長 - 把槍放下,離開這裡
喲,我們在後面被搶劫了
斃了他
天啊
快走...
該死
快走,你在做什麼?
慘了
我沒事
現在是六點零七分
你想拋下我嗎?
幹
抱歉,六點零七分了
哈囉
嘿
這些人從來不會他媽的遲到嗎?
把鑰匙給我
雙手舉高
(艾桑保全)
不...讓我開車
- 上車啦,我要開車 - 讓我開
讓我開車...快點上這該死的車
你又要拋下我嗎?對,你要離開我?
- 天啊 - 快點...
- 為何是你開車? - 你清楚得很...
我的兩條手臂都沒事,我有兩條正常手臂
你衹能用一條手臂開車
“六點零七分了,對不起...”
右轉...
快點...
等等,有車,小心
(波士頓警局)
你撞到他媽的警車了
他們還有更多輛
現在他們知道要追捕開裝甲運鈔車的人了
騎馬?他們以為我們是 搶劫火車之類的嗎?
小心...
要看路
- 我知道怎麼開車 - 慢一點
幹,慢一點?
拜託,我衹用一條手臂開車
那就讓我開吧,我們交換
好讓你把我踢出車外自生自滅 再也不回頭嗎?
- 雨刷... - 什麼?
沒有他媽的雨刷?你要幫忙嗎?
讓我來...
這是有兩條正常手臂的另一個好處
- 媽的 - 怎麼了?
- 繫上安全帶 - 什麼?
繫上安全帶
你幹嘛說悄悄話?
- 繫上就對了 - 你幹嘛說悄悄話?
- 快點繫上... - 搞什麼?
我靠
搞什麼?
- 快點... - 嘿,你在做什麼?
- 他媽的發生什麼事? - 後車廂有一個人
後車廂有一個人?
對,我認為後車廂有一個人
- 我覺得我們應該會... - 剛才你看見幾個人?
幾個什麼?
我們開走運鈔車時,你看見幾個守衛?
- 有一個人... - 我看見一個人
你在卸貨區有看到人嗎?
我不...我怎麼...
應該有兩個守衛,我衹看到一個
- 那... - 另一個人在哪裡?
或許這次衹有一個人
衹有一個人拿錢嗎?不可能
等等,所以你是說一個守衛進去拿錢
另一個則躲在後車廂
- 然後把自己鎖在裡面? - 對,我認為他們就是這麼做
- 我...這樣完全沒道理 - 我認為他們就是這麼做
我認為他們叫一個瘋子待在後車廂
給他一把上膛的手槍
跟他說無論誰開門,都要他媽的斃了對方
然後再頒給他英勇勳章
你得不到英勇勳章的,約翰
- 你搶過運鈔車嗎? - 沒有
聽著,我不認為他們會幹這種事
不然我為何在後車廂聽見碰撞聲?
我怎麼知道?或許有一大袋錢
那不是一袋錢
是他媽的約翰韋恩在後車廂跌跌撞撞
他一直待在裡面,等著轟爆我們的頭
雙手舉高走出來 否則我們就把車開入水中
你認為他就在後車廂等?
對,因為他沒考過州警考試
他就去找另一份可以帶槍的工作
然後殺死某人,成為英雄
哈囉,裡面有人嗎?
我覺得這樣問沒用
- 我認為裡面沒人 - 我們得逃走
- 裡面可能有很多錢 - 裡面根本沒有錢
我得親眼瞧瞧
你眞是他媽的不可理喻
就為了三萬兩千美元?
我們不能就呆坐在這裡
你會被爆頭
迅速看一下就好,像這樣...
重點不是技巧
眞是夠了
我要開了
好,準備好了嗎?
一、二...
- 等等... - 靠
我剛救了你他媽的一命
他聽得見我們說話 我們一數完,他就會開槍...
- 他根本不在裡面 - 然後你就會被爆頭
那就比手勢...
準備好了嗎?
一
二、三
- 你去死吧 - 媽的,夭壽
- 你中槍了嗎?他有射中你嗎? - 沒有...
我感覺子彈擦過我的頭,天啊...
- 我射中他了嗎? - 沒有,你射歪了,廢物
我沒死,我他媽的還沒死
你射歪了,你這個傻瓜
你有過當英雄的機會,但你他媽的射歪了
你們打開那道該死的門時
最好把槍準備好,小王八蛋
因為我會火力全開
- 我們也是,你死定了,約翰 - 我們也是 你死定了
操你媽
我要他媽的宰了這傢伙
我要他媽的宰了你
那就開門啊,硬漢
大家來對決
這是你生命中的最後三秒鐘,約翰
你生命中的最後三秒鐘
禱告吧
- 好,放馬過來 - 最後三秒鐘
一
你確定你眞的會嗎?
我來自昆西市
公立學校都有教要怎麼用接電發動車子
好的,你讓開
- 讓我開車 - 不,你讓開
我要開車,上車
該走了
你他媽的為何這麼愛開車?
不然你會拋下我
我他媽的為何會拋下你?
對,你休想再騙我一次,老兄
你連打檔都沒辦法
- 動了... - 打前進檔
所以你要我怎麼做?
(波瓦熟食,披薩)
我們搶劫市長,但過程不太順利
所以我得...我們得讓 來自昆西市的兩個廢物
他媽的人間蒸發,好嗎?
不留活口
我他媽的應該怎麼做?他們已經跑了
祝一天愉快
聯絡那個跟斯卡佛合作的神經病
另一個他媽的瘋子
誰?布奇?
叫他収拾殘局
是他跟斯卡佛害我們淪落到這步田地
他媽的廢物王八蛋
叫他找到他們
去拿錢
我要去我的小木屋
咱們別忘記我們搶了他媽的市長
(特種部隊)
是誰斃了警察局長?
這不勞你費心,法蘭西斯
讓在這裡工作的禽獸處理就好
我...
我是找你來籌組一支特種部隊
成員有誰?
衹有你,法蘭西斯
我外公的手鍊在混亂中搞丟了
一條手鍊?
希索納是愛家好男人
手鍊很有紀念意義
- 法蘭克,你瞭解吧? - 你要我怎麼做?
對,無論你平常怎麼做,法蘭克
這次就怎麼做
你需要我們提供任何東西嗎?
這些為何是我的問題?
你跟你的老闆當初根本不讓我加入這一票
因為你很無知,布奇
那你到底要我怎麼做?
你要我幫你做焦糖布丁之類的玩意嗎?
找到你的好兄弟聘請的那兩個人 然後將他們滅口
去哪裡找他們?
他們可能已經快到蒙特婁了
是一棟黃色的房子
你他媽的打給誰?
我要拿到錢
你要說什麼?
“沒有錢,你的朋友死了 但我還是要拿到我的五萬美元?”
說好了是三萬兩千四百八十美元
就是那一棟
我不知道該說什麼
畢先生會想宰了你
畢竟要収拾殘局之類的
瑞奇,你看起來是好人
但我會親手折斷你大肚腩下面的屌
然後丟進他媽的河裡
你沒必要說這種狠話
請嫑說得太詳細
(地板打磨員)
這是在開玩笑吧,喂?
嗨
我打來是為了一筆我今早下的訂單
出了問題
有什麼問題?
蛋糕都爛掉了
上面沒有蠟燭
某人...對該死的杯子蛋糕開槍
夠了,別再提什麼蛋糕了 他媽的發生什麼事?
聽著,斯卡佛死了,寇比中槍
我需要我的那份錢 而且你要他媽的解決這件事
好,你在哪裡?
索爾茲伯里海灘的瑞康巷 這裡衹有一棟黃色房子
別亂跑
我會派醫生過去
今天算你走運
這是凱利先生的家
凱利先生是誰?
他經營我的酒吧
你是酒吧老闆?
不,他才是老闆,我衹是去那邊喝酒
應該說是他的酒吧
(特種部隊)
咖啡
我聽說你朋友斯卡佛的事了
他生前很英俊嗎?
他的頭被轟掉,我看不出來
我衹負責做甜甜圈
其他事情一概不知
但你認識幾個笨蛋,對吧?
聽著,問題是有一件重要的東西 在碼頭的騷亂中遺失了
騷亂?
金手鍊
聽著,警探,我衹是烘焙師
除非這是正式偵訊,不然我要去忙了
瑞奇...拜託
一個警察被槍殺身亡
事發之後,我找上門
誰都別想阻止我查出眞相
法蘭克,你想怎麼做都行
他有這些可以喝
謝謝
是溫的
是啊,這又不是我家
- 讓我看看 - 輕一點
好痛
你在做什麼?
- 我要看另一邊 - 你在做什麼?
好...別動
我沒看見穿出傷
那要怎麼辦?
取出子彈
幹,好,動手吧
我才嫑碰那顆子彈
等等,我以為你曾是海軍陸戰隊員
對,我是技師
太好了
我們要等醫生來
那我就喝幾瓶溫啤酒,然後流血致死吧
凱利先生經營一間酒吧 我還以為他會有比較好喝的啤酒
這個人有一疊一元美鈔
搞什麼?
他們偷走某人的手鍊
它顯然有某種價値
好,若它有價値,我為何要交給你?
你知道你為何要交給我嗎?
因為你知道誰也想要它嗎?
他媽的法蘭克圖米
法蘭克圖...好,我瞭解,我會交給你
算你聰明,布奇
他媽的超聰明
我們開車的時候 你有看見追我們的那些馬嗎?
我一直想當牛仔
跟你聊天眞開心,對吧?
對
那你想當什麼?
當老師,為什麼? 我喜歡小孩,還能放暑假
我覺得我們越來越瞭解彼此了
待在海邊的房子裡 除了聊天還能做什麼?
不曉得,或許我會無視你
然後自己去海邊慢慢愜意地散步
好,去吧,我會躺在這裡流血致死
嘿,你笑過嗎?
沒有
你應該笑笑看
人生會整慘你,而你衹能笑
比方說,我這輩子做過最好的事
反正我快死了,所以我可以說
我做過最好的事,讓我入獄三年
那些該死的人
他們害我弟弟染上毒癮
然後叫他去搶劫
當然,過程出錯了
該死的斯卡佛在角落拋下他 他手中還拿著一袋錢
那可憐的小子已經犯案兩次
所以他會被判刑八到十年
但我們長得一模一樣
我就說是我幹的
他一定很感謝你
對,一定的
但他在我坐牢時死於吸毒過量
那你還幫他們搶劫?
很滑稽吧?
所以那三萬兩千美元是怎樣?
我需要這筆錢
對,但為何是三萬兩千四百八十美元整?
因為我見不到我兒子
你為何見不到你兒子?
律師費、撫養費付不出來、貸款、學費
還有二手曲棍球裝備貸款 加上一成的利息
相信我,我知道確切的數目是多少
但你還是可以見他啊
我無法直視他的眼睛
小孩子根本不在乎錢
我這輩子最美好的記憶
就是跟我弟弟在暴風雪中坐在階梯上
整條街都被冰雪覆蓋
城市變安靜,我們聆聽著 雪落在積雪上的聲音
一片寂靜,但比寂靜更美好
你看起來不像喜歡寂靜的人
我衹是說錢不重要
重要的是去看你兒子打曲棍球
- 什麼事? - 聽說你需要醫生
- 你是醫生? - 當然是
我是他的專科護理師
好的,等一下
嘿,喲,我覺得他們沒派醫生來
喂,爛咖
布奇,醫學院念得如何?
我為了那些混蛋出生入死,他們卻派你來
那些該死的贓物在哪裡?
讓他看他的戰利品
- 嘿,妳好嗎?還好 - 嘿,寇比,你好嗎?
搞什麼?這是脫衣舞孃賺的小費嗎?
裡面衹有幾千美元,沒有鉅款
布奇,裡面有一支上等的金錶 是鑽爾斯牌的
會很搭你的外套
靠,中大獎了,寇拉妮,妳瞧
見鬼了
好,你們兩個笨蛋都給我跪下
布奇,你在演哪齣?
這裡交給我,妳去外面等
哇,你是我的英雄,你知道嗎?
我知道妳是在... 妳都是怎麼說的?搞笑嗎?
- 搞笑 - 搞...給我他媽的滾出去
好,你別煩我,他媽的三小,你臭死了
操妳媽
我才操你媽
你倆都是聰明人,跪下
布奇,沒人會跪下
我他媽的說跪就跪
你倆給我他媽的跪下
拜託,你沒聞到嗎?他聞不到
現在這棟房子裡瀰漫著瓦斯
若你扣下扳機,我們全都會被炸成灰
你沒想清楚,這表示你也不能開槍
反正我快死了,沒差
把你的車鑰匙交出來
你們最好別開走我的車
去拿他的鑰匙
拿槍
你衹說要拿鑰匙
對,兩種都拿,手鍊也拿走
你一直都這麼聽話嗎?
布奇,你有夠蠢的
你不能殺我,而且我已經中槍了
你會搞砸整件事,你知道的吧?
或許會,但現在我要先搞死你,布奇
好的
幹...
剛才太不可思議了
嘿,新來的
你覺得跟著一個中槍的搭檔可以逃多遠?
- 聽說他們派出巡警... - 他們竟然相信你的鬼話
遠從佛蒙特來追捕你們
你不覺得那很好笑嗎?
你還好嗎?
- 不,我並不好 - 嘿,你沒事
你那裡的情況如何?
我快他媽的凍死了,油...用完了
我衹穿著他媽的睡褲跟拖鞋站在外面
在他媽的風雪裡劈柴,而且越來越冷
圖米來過
情況有多糟?
很糟
老天爺
你猜他要找誰?
瑞奇,你去死
那兩名來自昆西市的男子
他們拿走一件屬於市長的東西
而他眞的很想拿回來
但還有別的事
瑞奇,我要他媽的恐慌癥發作了
你快點把他媽的話說完
我們沒有從中拿到任何錢
該死的王八蛋
可惡
你開一輛贓車回波士頓?
天啊,你一定是瘋了
剛才有一度好祥和又安靜
我眞的以為你死了
現在,我得完成這件事
完成什麼事?
你他媽的要做什麼?
妳從不跟我談...
我有話跟妳說,是急事
- 我正在看診 - 對,不好意思
妳有醫學博士學位,對吧?
嘿,兄弟...
- 沒事的... - 沒關係,羅利,你去外面等
現在我眞的很需要妳,醫生
去外面等
- 眞抱歉 - 沒關係
這是急事
他的肩膀中槍
子彈還在裡面
嗨
新聞報的人就是你嗎?
- 搶劫市長? - 對...
一個警察死了
我...我們試過要阻止
其實就是那個人對我開槍
所以平心而論,我也是受害者
你必須報警
聽著,他們會先逮捕他,再逮捕我
然後我倆在他媽的受審前就會被滅口
- 他需要看醫生 - 妳就是醫生
我衹需要妳取出子彈,幫他包紮
然後我們就會離開,一去不回
羅利,若我照做的話,我會犯法
若我抓妳當人質呢?
不,若妳同意的話
那麼依法而言,妳就成為我的人質
妳必須聽我的話
他眞的受了重傷
- 你不會傷害任何人嗎? - 不會
- 你不會傷害自己嗎? - 不會
而且你會自首?
在我做完該做的事之後,我就會自首
而且我是你的人質,就這麼說定了?
- 太好了,好的,上車吧 - 不,羅利,你必須說出口
好,妳是我的人質
說若我不幫你,你就會殺了我
我沒有選擇嗎?
你有選擇
你正在做選擇
你是成年人,必須對自己的決定負責
- 你正在做決定 - 好,我會...
若妳不幫我,我就會殺了妳
很好
這是什麼他媽的鬼對話?
妳會喜歡他的
好的
天啊,別躺在沙發上
躺桌上
- 等等... - 等一下...
好了
那個女的是醫生?
- 對 - 怎樣的醫生?
你別擔心
嘿,妳動過這種手術嗎?
沒有,但我當過初級住院醫生
在貝絲以色列醫院的急診室 若你想知道的話
你們在講什麼悄悄話?
老實說,我最喜歡槍傷,我喜歡找出傷口
很好
嗨,你今天還好嗎?
不太好
我是里維拉醫生
- 我能幫你做檢查嗎? - 請便
好的
傷口就是這裡
妳有正能量
他救了我一命
他救你的時候,你有什麼感覺?
那乾淨嗎?
是啊,挺好的
這樣一定很讓人欣慰
在如此可怕的環境中獲得那種支持
跟我談一談吧
米契利必須下臺,掃蕩犯罪
(米契利立刻下臺)
我試過想得到的所有密碼組合
若他們現在打不開保險箱,我就完蛋了
若我完蛋 你覺得我會讓其他人全身而退嗎?
他們全都對我磨刀霍霍,亞倫
我們衹需要時間跟...運氣
運氣?他們要趕我們下臺,亞倫
- 有進展嗎? - 沒有
米契利必須下臺
他們最好打開那個保險箱,亞倫 這樣對你、我跟大家都好
對,我們都有同感,先生
嘿,維多利亞,他們試過廿六而非廿八嗎?
對,先生,試過了
天啊,波士頓是怎麼了?
找不到一個開得了保險箱的人嗎?
我看見防水布,以為有人要把我分屍
還是有可能
嘿,聽聽,你開玩笑了
她在桌上留了一件運動衫給你
我們得走了
你拿了她的手機嗎?
我信得過她,她...
畢竟我們說好了
你衹需要...
警車應該馬上就到
我會失望嗎?
州警願意談判
我跟他們說我是你的人質
而且,身為你的醫生,你是典型的八五一
意思是你表達出
自殺念頭,還有潛在的心理健康問題
而且你是被迫參與搶案
你現在感覺如何?
我感覺失望
- 嘿,鑰匙還我 - 謝謝妳的運動衫
- 羅利,我們講好了 - 不,我說我要先完成該做的事
- 我不會讓你自殺... - 快點
或被殺
對 但妳剛告訴一群憤怒的警察我們在這裡
(達特茅斯)
並沒有,我是打給州警隊的警司
羅利,我擔任州警的諮商師 他們不會欺騙我
你聽見了嗎?太好笑了
- 他們要談判 - 他們認為我們是殺警兇手
- 本來就是 - 不,我們不是
另一個人才是
他們會追捕我們到天涯海角
我們死掉都是妳害的
你說什麼?不好意思,我救了你一命耶
對,好讓別人殺死我們嗎?
幹
- 什麼是八五一? - 這不是我的意圖
- 你想自殺嗎? - 你答應過我
妳也答應過我
結果沒人守信用,你想自殺嗎?
羅利,你必須信任我
不,我必須做該做的事
我得彌補錯誤
我說過我會這麼做,然後我就會去自首
我會信守承諾
或許應該讓我開車
- 上車 - 畢竟發生這些事...
- 上車 - 好啦,幹
羅利
- 妳在做什麼? - 我不會讓你死
我辦不到
氣氛變融洽了
看喔,我們的談判人員來了
- 你覺得很好笑嗎? - 不會不好笑
- 倒車... - 我想停車
(《市中心》,佩圖拉克拉克)
雙手舉高
下車
動作快
快點...
哇,那些警察是從羅德島來嗎?
他們在那個州都沒事幹嗎?
他們怎麼這麼快就來了?
率先抵達現場耶
我猜若你住在小州,就會沒事幹
羅利,你開車太莽撞了
我正在進行飛車追逐
思考一下你進步了多少
思考一下你想成為怎樣的人
你想成為怎樣的人?
- 問問自己吧 - 請換一首歌
羅利,你捫心自問 這樣做對你有什麼好處?
- 這是妳的播放清單嗎? - 請換一首歌
- 歌又不是我選的 - 好
通常是由駕駛選歌
隨便按一個鈕吧,我不在乎,換歌就對了
這樣就對了
- 羅利,你陷入危機 - 並沒有
這個情況是危機,但我好得很
哇,看看那邊的談判人員
他們看起來準備好談條件了
羅利,你跟我說過你想成為怎樣的人 而你完全沒做到
你想成為怎樣的人? 妳是精神科醫生,對吧?
天啊,老天爺
你看精神科醫生?
妳還替我動手術,妳根本不是眞正的醫生
- 什麼? - 老兄,你想自殺嗎?
嘿,妳是哪裡人?
- 我來自林恩市 - 是喔,難怪
什麼意思?
妳來自罪惡之城林恩市?
- 對,我來自林恩市,你呢? - 我曾和一個林恩市的女孩交往
你哭的時候比較討喜
妳是精神科醫生,卻嘲笑別人哭?
- 我沒有... - 我根本沒哭
我沒有嘲笑任何人,我跟你說話是因為...
你為何要付錢給一個嘲笑你哭的人?
你不是我的病人,而且你太不尊重我了
跟你說,你載著所有人衝下橋吧 大家同歸於盡
我不想因為表達感情而受到羞辱
從另外一邊攔截他,攔截他
羅利,你必須停車 你必須面對自己的問題
好,我贊成嫑停車
那些是佛蒙特州州警
他們全都緊追不捨...
- 嘿,要怎麼走? - 走九十三號公路
九十三號?
所有單位註意
嫌犯車輛已經進入隧道
- 從右邊攔截 - 攔截他
媽的
若我們活下來 妳願意跟我喝一杯咖啡嗎?
別惹我
意思是不願意嗎?
快點...
(伍斯特市警局)
- 你有什麼毛病? - 滾回該死的佛蒙特州吧
- 我們甩掉警察了 - 嘿,去昆西市
- 什麼? - 昆西市...
往那個方向
去我的酒吧
等等,你是酒吧老闆?
為何所有人都覺得難以置信?
為了能拿到保險理賠
你務必要把我的車子撞毀
- 好 - 妳應該可以拿到錢
妳不用擔心
該走了
我在這行幹了他媽的卅年
我不敢相信我得逃去加拿大 而且都是該死的寇比墨菲害的
他就是他媽的閉不了嘴
但他在沃波爾替我們擔罪時什麼都沒說
你認為圖米逮到他之後,他會怎麼做?
- 他絕對會把我們供出來 - 對,這還用說
他肯定會昭告天下
這間小木屋居然還不夠遠
我愛楓糖漿
尼爾楊
冰球
在外面散步
你喜歡全都用他媽的法語嗎?
什麼?
再見
搞...什麼?
行了
- 你進去之後往右邊 - 好,沒問題
- 罪加一等 - 對,你乘勝追擊
你沒跟我說這是廁所
- 這是廁所 - 幹
這位凱利先生為何不立刻報警抓你?
因為我就像他從沒有過的兒子
他從沒有過,或從來不想要?
我覺得妳不像醫生
你要流血致死了嗎?
有道理,所以妳都怎麼做?
妳可以開藥嗎? 或衹是每週一次勸羅利嫑自殺?
你當眞認為 我會跟你談論病人的機密資料嗎?
不,我的意思是 這些人不需要眞正的治療嗎?
我無法想像一群無助的小孩
被飛毛腿飛彈之類的東西滅村,然後妳說
“噢,跟我談談你的童年 談完就沒事了”
好的,第一,你是傻瓜
第二,羅利有受到絕佳的治療
最後,我有醫學博士學位 所以有開藥資格
好的,長知識了
感謝上帝
若我是妳的病人,妳覺得妳能看透我嗎?
你不會是我的病人
我衹是說,若妳必須治療我之類的
沒有“必須”這種事,我都維持專業的界線
對
例如跟兩個癟三逃亡
- 假裝是人質嗎? - 你不是癟三,羅利
等這位凱利先生一來
我們就接受他提供的任何協助
羅利...
然後我會去做該做的事,接下來就去自首
看來我衹好自己去玻利維亞了
(特種部隊)
那是凱利先生嗎?
凱利先生開坦克車嗎?
(波士頓警局)
該死
幹
下去...
- 去哪裡? - 天啊
跟我談談那些專業的界線
我正在做我的工作,我是為了羅利好
是因為妳失去過病人嗎?
住嘴
就是
- 不,我懂 - 你什麼都不懂
- 他們經歷過很多事 - 別再說話了
- 他們回來這裡,失去希望 - 你的話太多了
- 沒人幫助他們 - 我不懂你為何
- 可以活這麼久 - 我的話並不多
安靜...
問妳一個問題
我有什麼毛病?
不,我是認眞的,我眞的想知道
成年失抑制型社會參與障礙癥
有可能是源於早期童年中斷依附情結
你感覺被別人拋棄
不,不是這樣的
被拋棄與孤單的感覺,讓你比較自在
當別人告訴你眞相,你就跟著講話 才不必聽見眞相
我開始瞭解妳為何有這麼多病人舉槍自盡
寇比,若你想要朋友,就要當個好朋友
哈囉,法蘭克,你好嗎?
應該是警察
叫寇比給我上來
你惹了大麻煩,小子
好的,凱...
約翰,你能讓我們單獨談談嗎?
沒問題,法蘭克,我出去
這裡交給你了
我會儘量嫑弄得一團亂
你想怎樣都行,法蘭克
我有保險
希望你海邊的房子也有保險
我試著幫你,寇比
我眞的試過
坐下
我有槍
你要對某人開槍嗎?
嫑
抱歉
你犯罪過嗎?
沒犯過重罪
先生,若我能替這兩位說句話...
不,妳不能
妳是誰?
- 她是我們的人質 - 她是我們的精神科醫生
我不是你的精神科醫生
妳収的錢太少了
是啊,這還用說
所以,就這樣?我們被逮捕了嗎?
我不認為他是來逮捕我們
在哪裡?
什麼在哪裡?
他是指這個
讓我問你一件事
市長為何如此在乎這玩意 還派你這樣的人來取回?
這不關我的事
所以也絕對不關你的事
聽著,女士,妳要跟我離開這裡
但我是他們的人質
而我要救妳
車上的人馬衝進來的時候 雙手放在吧檯上
他們有武器,而且喝很多咖啡
- 他們插翅難飛了 - 快點...
- 退後 - 你才退後
讓波士頓警局處理這件事
你他媽的在做什麼?
他說把雙手放在吧檯上 所以我把雙手放在該死的吧檯上
你沒聞到嗎?
聞到什麼?
靠
你在等什麼?
我們錯過了嗎?
上...
叫昆西市消防隊過來
一定是有地方失火了
而且是大火
燒很旺那種
我們現在該怎麼辦?
我們要去蒙特婁
- 蒙特婁? - 對,蒙特婁
我們在那裡會很安全
好,為什麼?
因為在加拿大
對,我知道在加拿大,但...
你在那裡有認識的人嗎?
沒有
我們要怎麼去?
走高速公路
- 跟著路標就好 - 而且後方有一堆追兵?
我們要如何通過邊境?
我不知道,老兄
我們要他媽的把車停在尼加拉瀑布 然後走路通過邊境
那裡超冷的
積雪很深
這是隆冬時期耶
你得靠一群 他媽的哈士奇拉雪橇才能通過邊境
你想穿球鞋走過去嗎?
- 你去過蒙特婁嗎? - 不,我沒去過蒙特婁
這有差嗎?
去蒙特婁是爛主意
- 去蒙特婁是爛主意? - 爛透了
對,去蒙特婁是爛主意
所以...大家都誤會蒙特婁了
你搶過銀行嗎?
什麼?
搶銀行
你不能搶銀行
我需要錢
你要怎麼搶銀行?
- 怎麼搶? - 對
走進去,戴上面罩
在你走進去之後戴上面罩嗎?
還是要先戴?
先戴
你如何應付那些持械警衛?
如何打開金庫的時間鎖?
你知道他們在抽屜裡 都不會放超過兩千美元嗎?
別肖想那個大保險箱了
你衹會白白中槍
搶銀行是爛主意,我們要去蒙特婁
去蒙特婁無法解決我的任何問題 完全無法
好,反正我嫑再回去坐牢
祝你在蒙特婁玩得開心
祝你搶銀行搶得開心
(移民讓美國偉大)
(我的錢,米契利)
十八、十三、八十七、十八、廿、廿六、七十一、廿九、八十
那些是市長手鍊上的數字
你要三萬兩千四百八十美元嗎?
對
(新波士頓,新市長)
(蔡馬克當市長)
米契利必須下臺
(波士頓市政廳)
廿五年的回扣與賄賂
市長的錢可能比伊朗國王還多
他派法蘭克圖米來拿回手鍊
想必是認為它價値連城
那些數字是他保險箱的密碼
而保險箱在他的辦公室裡 難怪他不肯離開
所以你要再搶市長一次嗎?
第一次的過程不太順利,但...
他們絕對料不到我們會笨到再次行搶
若我們無法把保險箱拿走 大家都等著他媽的坐牢吧
把那個該死的保險箱放上推車
然後運出這間辦公室
市長不會虧待你的,法蘭克
- 各位,認眞一點 - 到手了,先生
- 一群廢物 - 在我這裡
掃蕩犯罪
(帶回民主)
(掃蕩波士頓)
米契利必須下臺
掃蕩犯罪
(波士頓消防隊)
你認為他們會把鑰匙留在車上嗎?
我們是來偷消防衣 現在你連他媽的消防車也要偷?
你不覺得偷消防車會很好玩嗎?
- 消防隊 - 波士頓消防隊
- 波士頓消防隊
波士頓消防隊
你知道那通往哪裡嗎?
知道,從這裡經過那裡,然後往上
對,但上去哪裡?你怎知?
會通往大樓
相信我,它...會通往某處
亞倫,這就是我的退休金
- 好的,對 - 對吧?
寶貝,你能感受到嗎?
- 發生火災 - 搞什麼?
- 請疏散整棟大樓 - 疏散?
走那邊,快點...
奏效了
你感覺到這雙靴子多厚重了嗎?
你再提蒙特婁一次 我發誓我會跟你同歸於盡
我說說而已,我的腳趾好溫暖
本棟大樓發生火警
- 這不是演習,先生 - 靠
請立刻疏散整棟大樓
我需要將你與所有人員疏散到安全的地方
可以等我一下嗎?
先生,拜託,請別刁難我
- 天啊 - 立刻離開,先生
這裡他媽的發生什麼事?
- 先生,我們必須立刻離開 - 別碰我
- 我是他媽的市長,你不能... - 快走,先生,立刻離開...
走吧,快點
你要去哪裡?嘿
這棟大樓失火了
- 別讓它離開你的視線,亞倫 - 先生,立刻離開
好好保管它,亞倫
這棟大樓失火了
- 消防隊員好像都爬樓梯 - 什麼?
消防隊員都爬樓梯
嘿
你倆他媽的在做什麼?
嘿
跟別人一樣爬樓梯
你們別走
我們沒事...別緊張
嘿
- 快點 - 快點?老兄,今天我中槍了耶
嘿
- 這傢伙眞討厭 - 滾開
你說什麼?
你別煩我了,我們...正在救火
回去,我該怎麼做?
這他媽的是怎樣?我要把你撤職...
我別無選擇
嘿,你們要去哪裡?
離我的辦公室遠一點
- 嘿 - 滾開
嘿,你跟我說什麼?
你們不准走
你們搞不清楚狀況嗎?
- 立刻停下來 - 他不會讓我們上去的
- 快點... - 不准關門
你們不准...
- 啊 - 老天爺
- 討厭鬼 - 他媽的眞難纏
別這樣
這座城裡的所有人都想當他媽的英雄嗎?
我不是英雄
嘿,住手...
我們手上有人質 而且他即將從陽臺摔下去
你在做什麼?
我在爭取時間
這原本是搶劫
衹會坐牢四到七年
現在我們會因為綁架坐牢廿年
有人用斧頭砍門
我這叫臨機應變
更糟的是,這是一座聯邦大樓
對,國土安全法已經啟動 恐怖份子沒有羈押限制
他們被列為最高警戒,格殺勿論
何況我是政府僱員
所以,那會引發全新的因應手段
你引發了全新的因應手段
水停了
他們找來談判人員
他們才沒找...
可能是談判人員打來的
那個保險箱好大
靠,這個下午還眞不平靜
發生什麼事?
市政廳發生大火
是啊,幸好那些灑水器沒故障,對吧?
那裡亂成一團
這杯外帶
(佛蒙特州警局)
(波士頓市資產管理部)
這裡由誰負責?
嘿
這裡由誰負責?
市長先生
目前的情況正迅速惡化
狙擊手來了嗎?
先生,他們正在各就各位
整件事非常簡單,好嗎?
你殺死那些壞人,我就他媽的表揚你
動動腦,各位,將他們一舉成擒
七十一
廿九
八十
(史丹霍茲保險箱)
天啊
- 好耶 - 不會吧
等等...什麼?
夭壽
你說你那份是三萬兩千四百八十美元嗎?
差不多
借過,警員
警員
我要談條件,轉為檢方的證人
現在別吵,亞倫
我正在忙
我會全面合作,交換法律豁免權
(瑪莎葡萄園,默特爾海灘)
裡面有廿年來的證據
回扣、賄款、無法追蹤的離岸賬戶
你知道我們不是警察吧?
我們甚至不是消防員
我要你們見證我很快就願意合作
厲害喔
他媽的到處都是英雄
老兄,那是巴雷特M82A1嗎?
對,沒錯,靶場的人還不准我用咧
給我一瓶啤酒,傑夫
給我一瓶啤酒,喬
把他們打成蜂窩吧
我們在等什麼?
外面被一堆警察包圍
嘿,巴比歐爾在這根球棍上簽名
那可能是偽造的,幾乎都是假的
我看過他打球,我有看他的最後一場比賽
- 是喔? - 對
你他媽的究竟多老?
當時我七歲
巴比的膝蓋受傷 表現得超差,但我在現場
對,他叫我別忘記那場比賽
巴比歐爾叫你別忘記他的比賽?
不...不是巴比歐爾,是我爸帶我去
西拉一隊已經瞄準目標
小心
弟兄們,射爆他們,動手吧
媽的
快逃...
他媽的別擋路
停火,特警隊
裡面有人質,停火
這樣才像話
嫑靠近窗戶
天啊,幹
停火,他媽的停火
靠,天啊...
- 你被射中了嗎? - 對
是喔?
你是指被槍射中嗎?
- 對 - 是啊
幹,哪裡中槍?
我的手臂痛,我認為應該是...中槍了
你的手臂之前就中槍了
不曉得,給我一點時間,我才剛躺下
是誰下令停火的?
我他媽的沒下命令
你的律師在裡面,先生
- 誰?亞倫嗎? - 對
談判人員要進去了
你知道該怎麼做嗎?
對
- 對,我中槍了 - 不可能
- 是子彈造成的傷口 - 不可能
不然你覺得是怎樣?手臂痙攣嗎?
你在地上爬的時候,把運動衫磨破了
告訴你應該怎麼做,用針線
就能解決你的問題了
我今天稍早才中過一槍 我知道中槍是什麼感覺
沒人中槍
- 你認為這是什麼? - 這不是槍傷
- 有人替你擋子彈 - 你替我擋子彈?
可能是從角落爬過來的時候 被沙發磨破的
今天我中槍兩次,嫑否定我
你為何覺得是槍...
這是擦傷
有人
羅利...是我,里維拉醫生
我一個人來
等一下
- 嗨 - 嗨
我能進去嗎?
妳好,醫生
你們還好嗎?
對,我們好得很
很不幸,我又中槍了
他沒中槍
- 我有中槍 - 妳就是談判人員?
對,我就是
我是市長的律師亞倫弗林,我願意合作
亞倫是我們的新人質,但我們比較喜歡妳
嗨,亞倫
我喜歡那件背心,妳穿很美
羅利,發生什麼事?
我要拿到我的三萬兩千四百八十美元
你感覺如何?
很好,不錯
你們通常都是這樣進行療程嗎?
寇比,請嫑插嘴
但不是,通常病人會回答問題
你拿到錢,得償所願了
這跟你想像的一樣嗎?
我能把錢拿給你兒子 我會放在我的防彈背心裡
然後走出去交給他
你成功了
你可以...該怎麼說?“功成身退”了
所以,你感覺如何?
我不想死
說出這句話需要很大的勇氣
我眞的以你為榮
請說,寇比
我也不想死
很好,寇比
我不想死
亞倫,你嫑亂入
好吧
我準備自首了
你瘋了嗎?若你自首,他們會殺了你
你必須逃跑
等等,妳打從一開始就說...
拜託,我一開始就這樣說
不然你要我說什麼?說我錯了嗎?
- 對,這樣很好 - 不,這...
- 認錯很難嗎? - 好啦...我錯了
幹
怎麼了?
我要去蒙特婁
男性與女性目標正在離開大樓
他們要出來了嗎?
是的,先生,他們要出來了
好的
歡樂時光過得特別快
幹,剛才好沉重
不是我的
停下來,退後...
停下來...
過去...
- 嘿 - 再見,對,我們是消防隊員,再見
- 晚安 - 夭壽
- 天啊
我是怎麼跟你說的?我怎麼說?
- 你沒說錯 - 假扮消防隊員是不是好主意?
我們要去蒙特婁,走吧
- 走吧 - 蒙特婁...我們走吧
是誰在開消防車?
他們看到這輛消防車,就會讓我們進去
借過,別擋路...
美國英雄要通過,請讓開
- 距離蒙特婁還有多遠? - 大約五百公里
距離自由還有多遠?我們要去蒙特婁
- 蒙特婁 - 我們要開消防車去蒙特婁
誰都別想阻止這輛消防車
誰都別想...
幹...糟糕
有車...老兄,你撞到路邊的車了
- 媽的,他來了 - 快點,衝啊
快點...加速...
- 我正在加速... - 你越開越慢
- 打前進檔 - 我正在前進
- 無法更快了 - 那就換檔
衝啊...
他眞是王八蛋
- 加速... - 我正在加速...
- 試著逆操舵 - 我正在逆操舵
- 往另一邊開 - 我要逆操舵
我操
媽的
你的門...
- 我打不開,卡住了 - 從你那邊下去,把門打開
因為上鎖了,很簡單的鎖...
他來了
你們兩個三小雙手舉高
你們他媽的腦袋有洞嗎?
我們有接受心理治療,對
下車,雙手扶在消防車上
先生,我的身上有一樣東西
或許會讓你深感興趣
是什麼?
我可以把手放進口袋裡,然後拿出來嗎?
這玩意裡有廿年的回扣與賄款
現在,我們願意拿它交換我們的自由
我提議你把這放進口袋
然後轉身離開
從此之後再也不必工作
- 然後我們一走了之,就這樣 - 一走了之,永不回頭
免費健保、看牙
剪頭髮、男性團體、“除蝨”
每天規律運動
再也不會弄丟錢包
還有婚姻
我結過婚了
我不適合婚姻
再也不必挑選衣服
就像愛因斯坦
那個傢伙滿有智慧的
往蒙特婁的班機現在準備登機...
米契利市長
誰?我嗎?
(喬瑟夫米契利，一百八十公分，一百零八公斤，波士頓警局)
市長先生,我要說
我非常支持你的反貪腐立場
因此,當我們起訴 這兩名來自昆西市的男子
他們的律師想必會將這些硬碟列為證物
以及裡面的賬戶
包含無法追蹤的一億美元
因此,我們會將這無法追蹤的一億美元 還給州政府
否則我們就...
市長先生,請你看這裡
但是市長先生,若我們不起訴這兩人
這些硬碟就不會被列為證物
好,今天算你們走運,出去吧,快點
快點,兄弟,走吧...
小心頭
下去,你也是,快點...下去
走下車,別動
佳節愉快,男孩們
多虧蔡市長的更生計畫
希望你們能善加利用
嘿,我們原本有靴子
它們被歸還給消防隊了
好,但靴子裡有一些私人物品
現金嗎?對,我們拿走了
感謝
我不知...發生什麼事?
- 剛才...是怎樣? - 繼續走,繼續走就對了
所以我們...自由了?
- 對 - 我們自由了,哇
是蔡馬克的功勞,對吧?
我說過,他是很強勁的候選人
我得說我沒料到會有這種結果
我挺你,蔡
蔡選擇改變
我完全無法逗你笑,對吧?
你有逗我笑過啊
我不記得你笑過
- 我有笑 - 我說過很多笑話
- 我不記得有哪個讓你笑過 - 我有笑
你是什麼時候笑的?
你第二次中槍的時候
眞是夠了
- 嘿 - 幹嘛?
沒事
你別惹事
對,你也別惹事
未偵測到酒精,機車解鎖
你在我家門口徘徊
妳儘管報警吧
(少年選拔布魯瑟隊,二零一四年至二零一五年冠軍聯賽)
(年齡:十一歲至十二歲)
哇
這是怎麽回事?
他們應該穿靴子