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[Gunshots]
Check the replay.
Slow-mo.
I told you that motherfucker
was scandalous.
Now we get
to break him off some.
He wouldn't have did it if he
didn't have somebody in Houston
to help him get that package.
I wanna know who it is.
Wickey, set it up for Saturday.
I wanna do it someplace way out,
where nobody is, off the track.
I got just the ticket, K.J.
[Grunting]
- Stay back.
- Shit!
Here! I stole
from Jesus Christ. I hid it!
Fifth floor, my apartment.
I never told. Here, take it.
Take it!
Save my soul!
Take it easy, we'll get ya out.
Come on!
Oh, forgive me, Jesus!
- We're tryin' to save your life!
- [Screaming]
God! Agh!
[Beeping]
[Beeping Continues]
[Fire Truck Horn Blowing]
Hey, Don, remember what
that old guy said about
burnin' in hell and all?
This envelope here.
I've been goin' through it,
fillin' out the report.
I think I figured out what
he meant. It's pretty wild.
"Orgill Brothers and Company.
Eugene Delong Employee I.D. Card."
Eugene Delong was
the old man. Read this.
"St. Louis Herald,
February rd, .
"Catholic Church
Looted And Vandalized.
"Thieves broke into
St. Anthony's Church
last night...
"and made off with a fortune
in religious articles.
Objects, most of which
were pure gold, were on
special exhibit from Europe."
It's gold, solid gold.
SweetJesus.
I think it was old Eugene
that robbed this church.
Shoot, I'd say there
ain't no question about it.
Wejust solved a crime,
a -year-old crime.
Wow, that's pretty wild.
Hey, Vince.
I think our ship
just come in.
This, my friend,
is a treasure map.
[Country]
[Don]
All I'm saying is, come Saturday
why not drive to East St. Louis,
find this factory
and take a look around?
I got a metal detector at home.
This buddy and I used to go
prospectin' with it.
We bring some tools.
We check out the floor.
If there ain't nothin' there,
it ain't no loss.
If there is, like I said,
why not?
Because it's crazy, Don.
We can't walk in a factory
and rip up their floor.
I already called information.
There ain't no listin'
for Orgill Brothers Company.
They're outta business.
Don, the deal is
the guy robbed a church.
Even if the stuff
was still there, we couldn't
just take it for ourselves.
Why not?
Statute of limitations
on burglary is what,
ten, fifteen years max.
Well, I mean, they
probably already collected
on the insurance anyhow.
You bet your ass
they did.
It's a million dollars
in gold, Vince.
It could be just layin' there
waitin' for us. This could be
the greatest thing we ever did.
Dd
I'm pretty sure we head south
once we get over the bridge.
That's East St. Louis
over there on the left.
Orgill Brothers should be
about a mile south of town.
South it is, pard'.
Hey, you tell your girl
where we're goin' today?
You kidding?
I don't want her to think
I'm completely nuts.
I told her we were goin'
on a department field exercise.
Oh, so it's serious
between you two, huh?
Weddin' bells?
Yeah, maybe.
We've been gettin' along
pretty good lately.
She's been real nice.
I hope you have
better luck than I did.
What happened with you two?
Just couldn't get along?
Yeah, I guess
that about explains it.
What the hell ya gonna do?
At least we didn't have kids.
Hey, remember what I said
about keepin' quiet...
if we score so
the I.R.S. Don't find out?
That goes double for Becky.
I don't want her gettin' her hands
on my share, not one thin dime.
[Don]
Don't look like nobody
lives there, does it?
I guess that figures.
We're about a mile
off the highway...
and close to two miles
outside of town.
That means if we find it,
we don't have to cut anybody in.
Let's see.
Old Eugene's map has got it
between these two others.
I'd make it that building
there with the fire escape.
Fifth floor, right?
Yeah.
That'd be where
those arch windows are.
Ain't gonna leave it
parked out here though.
Somebody comes along,
the vandal's gonna have
a field day with this thing.
Let's pull around back.
See if we can park
out of sight.
We'll have to cut through
the basement of that
buildin' back there.
But at least
the truck'll be safe.
Goddamn. You always
drive around packin'?
Like the man says,
"Don't leave home without it."
Especially when you
go to East St. Louis.
I figure Eugene's tenement's
just the other side
of that buildin' behind us.
All we gotta do is
find the fifth floor.
Vince, old buddy,
let's get rich.
Let's cut on
through here.
When I was a kid, I loved
breakin' in empty buildings
and goin' explorin'.
I always wanted
to find some lost
treasure or dead body...
or a ghost so I could get my
picture in the local paper.
"Local kid finds
JesseJames' gun."
Be a big hero.
Yes, sir, when I was ten,
I'd have thought this was
the greatest place on Earth.
When we find that gold,
it will be.
I'll tell you one thing,
guys that built this place
sure knew construction.
It's like the damn pyramids,
gonna outlast all of us.
Here, let's try
on up this way.
Careful, step's loose.
Man, this place
is really wild.
All these stairways
and passages.
No wonder old Eugene
had to draw himself a map.
[Indistinct Creaking]
Hey, you hear that?
What do you think it is?
Shh.
[Creaking Continues]
Behind this door.
[Creaking Continues]
Jesus Christ.
Oh, God, that stinks.
Oh, God, oh.
[Coughing]
What was that you
said about wantin'
to find a body?
What the hell
happened to his face?
Rats must have chewed it.
His hands too.
God, that's rank.
Look, poor bastard even had
his shoes on the wrong feet.
Yeah. Draft in here
is makin' the body swing.
Come on,
let's close this up.
I guess
we gotta report this.
We better find some
local cop and tell him...
Hey, bullshit.
This ain't none of our business.
East St. Louis cops can solve
their own damn cases.
How long you think that
guy's been hangin' there?
Couple of months maybe.
Maybe a little more.
Suicide, I figure.
Suicide? How do you
know it wasn't murder?
Nobody murders somebody
by hanging 'em.
Yeah, but people that kill
themselves like to be found.
They leave notes or somethin'.
What if it was murder?
You've been watching
too much TV, Vince.
You're beginnin'
to sound like Geraldo.
All I'm sayin' is,
I think we oughta report it.
Look, I didn't come all
the way up here to worry
about some old stiff...
who's probably
been dead for months.
You want to report it,
fine. But let's report
it on the way home.
I mean, the guy
ain't goin' anywhere.
Okay. Okay,
I guess you're right.
Damn right I'm right.
I'll tell ya something else
I'm right about.
This is the fifth floor
and behind that door...
that's where Eugene
stashed his gold.
What'd I tell you, Vince?
This vestibule must lead
to where the apartments were.
I'd say old Eugene knew
what he was talkin' about.
Hey, look at that.
Peep slot.
Old-fashioned security.
We're gonna find that gold.
I'm tellin' you
I can smell it.
All right now, here we are.
We're back from
the third window.
I'd make that one the third.
So maybe 'round there, huh?
Let's find out.
[Beeping]
[Beeping Increasing]
There it is, Vince.
I told ya.
Didn't I tell ya it
was gonna be here?
Stand back.
Go on. Go on.
Hit that thing.
Come on, Vince.
[Laughing]
I knew we was
gonna find it.
Come on!
Shit! Just some pipe
and an old junction box.
You know, we're probably gonna
find lots of this kind of stuff.
Maybe this is gonna take
longer than we thought.
I'm gonna keep scannin'
the floor. If I get
a signal, you dig it up.
If you see anything,
you let me know.
Okay.
Hey, how come
you get the easy job?
It's my metal detector.
Shi...
[Indistinct Rap]
Dd
Whose wheels, man?
I don't know.
I'm gonna drive
all around this place...
and I better not see any
more cars other than
Wickey's, right?
Why are you goin' off on me,
Goose? I don't know
whose car that is, all right?
Give me a break.
All right, Lucky.
Don't let this
be no okey-doke.
[Grunting]
Hey, Don,
find anything?
Just some more damn pipe.
I'm gonna check
on through there.
Yeah, you do that.
Don! Goddamn!
Get him off me.
Don.!
Freeze, asshole.
Don't shoot me!
Don't shoot me!
Get up! Get up!
What the hell you doin'
jumpin' him like that?
I piss on him.
I thought
he was a crackhead
tryin'to steal my money.
Who are you? Talk.!
It's my money.!
It's all the money I got.!
What are you doin' here?
I live here.
What you think, dumb ass?
I've been hidin'
ever since you come.
What's your name?
Bradlee.
Guess what, Mr Bradlee?
You're trespassin' here.
You're full of shit.
Don't nobody own
these old buildings.
I got a good mind to take
you down and bust you.
Give me a break!
You ain't gonna
bust me for nothin'.
I oughta run your ass in.
I ain't gonna give you a break.
I'm gonna take you down.
[Bradlee]
Get your fuckin'hands off me, man.!
Get up!
As soon as I do,
I'm gonna kick your butt!
I'm gonna blow
your fuckin' head off!
You got no right to be messin...
Get in there!
Sit down!
You got no right to be
treatin' me like this!
Who do you think you are?
Now, cover him.
You know how to use this thing?
What are you askin' me for?
Do you know
how to use it?
Of course I know.
I was four fuckin' years
in the State Guard, but I
don't want any part of this.
You're already part of it.
Take it and keep him covered.
Take it!
Look, Don, he's just an old
tramp. I don't see why
we just can't let him go.
What, so he can come
back with the cops and a
whole bunch of his friends?
Hey, man, I ain't
goin' back to no cops.
I ain't goin' to no cops!
I don't care
what you're doin'here.
I don't know nothin;
- Cross your hands. Cross 'em!
- We're gettin' in awful deep.
I thought we agreed.
We found somebody here,
we cut 'em in on it.
I say he ain't
entitled to jack shit.
You wanna cut him into
your share, you go right away.
Share of what?
What you gray boys
cookin' up?
Keep your mouth shut, old man.
Now you listen to me,
Vince.
I got mortgage
payments on a house
I just got kicked out of,
plus my own rent money
which they just jacked up on me,
plus fuckin' taxes that get
higher every fuckin' year...
just so that guys
like him can keep eatin'
without doin' any work.
Now if that loot is here,
buddy, I want it.
And I'm not gonna share it
with some old bum.
[Clicking]
Look, I...
I don't like this at all.
But you don't have to worry,
'cause nobody's gonna hurt ya,
I promise.
What right you got
to come bustin' in here,
messin' with a man's shit
and fuck it all up?
Look what you done
to my floor.
How am I gonna live here?
Just look what you done.
I said I was sorry.
Look, I'll make it up to ya,
all right?
Here's bucks, okay?
bucks!
What, you gonna give me
a mule too? Fuck you.
Shit, if you don't want it,
I'll keep it.
We... Well.
Yeah, wait, I'll take it.
[Grunting]
[Indistinct Noise]
[Pick Pounding]
Don! Don!
Somebody's comin'!
[Indistinct Rap]
All right, he makes any noise,
you shut him up.
How am I supposed
to do that?
Oh, shit.
He's a tied-up old man.
How hard can it be?
Bust him in the face
if he gets outta hand.
Untie me and I'll bust you.
Don, I'm not gonna
duke out some crazy old man.
Christ!
Will you understand
the fuckin' situation here?
I understand fine.
I got two white
motherfuckers breakin'...
[Bradlee Muffled]
And you, I'm gonna go
through you like Ex-Lax.
[Muffled]
[Muffled]
Hey! Come back here!
Fuck you!
Hey, Don, this whole deal's
goin' south. Let's get
the hell outta here.
I'm not leavin' here
without that gold.
You stay here.
I'm gonna take a look around.
Anybody else live
in this building?
Come on, just shake
your head yes or no.
Shit, I gave
you bucks!
[Muffled]
Fuck you.
All right, he'll be
here any minute. Wickey
don't break his word.
He better or
I'm gonna kick your crippled
ass back down those stairs.
Hey, man, why don't you
relax, Goose? I'm just
tryin' to set things up.
[Indistinct Chatter]
He's right there.
Funny you picked up here.
This is where King James
keeps his stash at.
What you talkin' about?
It's right over there
in the air vent.
Don't be bullshittin' me.
Man, I ain't.
I'll go get it for you.
Yo, whoa, what's up?
You think I'm stupid, Lucky?
You think I'm gonna let you
walk over there, put your hand
and pull a piece out on me?
Yo, Wickey, keep your snake ass
where I can see ya, all right?
[Screaming]
- [Screaming]
- Goose!
Don't you be gettin'
outta hand now.
Lucky's just got a real
nasty sense of humor.
Yo, Goose, I think you need to
leave my little brother alone.
Come here.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm cool.
Turns out the other night
you wasn't alone. Remember
the other night, Goose?
One of my boys got killed.
K.J.'s right.
Video never lies,
Goose.
I was there the whole time
tapin'your punk ass.
I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
Ain't that amazing? Now
the nigger don't know nothin'.
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing, Beeping]
What's up? Yo, Marvin,
I can't talk right now.
We're gonna handle that
business, but not right now.
I'm in the middle of somethin'.
Call me back, man.
Yeah, later.
What the hell's
goin' on up there?
Where's Don?
Y'all makin' a big mistake.
I don't know nothin'
about nobody gettin' offed.
I don't think so, bitch.
You're the one made
the mistake, motherfucker.
[Goose]
Hey, KJ., you got
to slow this shit down.
This situation does
have an explanation.
Now, who you
been workin' for, man?
Who you sold us out to, punk?
Why are you
sweatin' me, man, huh?
You can kiss my black ass.
Now get on your little
phone and run tell that.
[KJ.]
You ain't gonna make
this easy, huh?
[Goose] No,
this ain't gonna be easy.
Yo, Cletus, let's show
this man your shoes.
Be real fucked up
if he had to use 'em on you.
Stomp a mud hole on that
ugly-ass face of yours.
[Growling]
[Screaming]
Goddamn.
Hey, motherfucker!
What the fuck you doin'?
I said, what you doin'?
Nothin'.
Cool, it works.
Watch out, man, watch out.
I thought...
You thought what?
I saw... I saw
your friend fall.
Nigger wasn't my friend.
Who are you, man?
What you doin' here?
Huh?
What the fuck you
lookin' at me for?
The man asked you
a question. What the
hell are you doin' here?
Nothin', I'm just here.
I'm not lookin' for trouble.
Is that right?
You fuckin' with us,
white boy?
No, man, like I said,
I'm not lookin' for trouble.
Bullshit.!
I'm gonna ask one more time.
What the fuck you doin'?
He's spying.
I'm not spyin'.
I don't wanna get in the
middle of no big gang hassle.
Gang? You think we're
some big punk-ass gang?
I'm a businessman.
These are my associates.
Whatever you say, man,
no problem.
Back off!
All of ya!
Get outta here, or I'll
blow his fuckin'head off!
Don! Don!
Come on!
[Don]
Back off! You clear outta
here, or I'll kill him.!
I swear I will!
[Indistinct Shouting]
K.J.!
Hurry, Don!
Come on, man!
Make a run for it!
I mean it, man!
Back off!
Don't shoot!
He's got Lucky, man!
Don't shoot!
[Gunfire]
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Hold your fire!
I'll blow his head off!
[KJ.]
Stop.! Stop shootin; man.!
Stop shootin;!
Fuck!
Don.!
Jesus Christ.!
We gotta get out.
The fire escape,
the window. Go!
Savon, go downstairs.
Make sure nobody's tryin'
to get out the window.
All right.
[KJ.]
Calm down. No more shootin;
What you want?
Come on, stand up.
Have you got a weapon?
Huh?
I ain't got nothin'!
You got a weapon?
I ain't got nothin'!
Huh?
Don't fuck with me, man.
I ain't got shit.
Yeah, what's this?
[Beeping, Ringing]
[Ringing]
Yo, Savon?
Yeah?
What was that?
That was me.
I blasted at him
tryin' to come down
the fire escape.
Get him?
Nah.
All right, stay posted
down there. No more
shootin' unless I tell ya.
I don't wanna spook 'em
any more than they already are.
All right, all right.
Shit.
Goddamn it, Vince.
Why didn't you stay put
like I said?
'Cause I thought
you were in trouble, that's why.
Where the hell did you
go all that time? Shit!
All right, Cletus, Wickey,
let's try this door.
They got Lucky in there.
They're probably tryin'
to get out the back way.
[Wickey]
All right, cool.
Come on.
[Phone Ringing]
Shit!
[Ringing Continues]
Now back off, all of ya!
You come any closer,
he's a dead man!
Go on, get back.
Get back.
[Ringing continues]
Yeah? Marvin, goddamn it!
This ain't the time!
I got some problems right now.
Yeah, we're gonna handle
business on that package.
But I gotta get back
with your ass.
Wickey, you know your way around
here. Any other way out beside
the door and fire escape?
Hell, no. There
ain't no other way out.
All right, check this out.
Cletus, go downstairs.
Get rid of Goose's body.
Then go to the car,
get the M- . But go out
the same way we came in.
I don't want nobody to see us,
all right? Go on, man,
get the fuck out.
Yo, hey in there,
how do we know Lucky's okay?
Tell him.
Hey, man, I'm cool,
but this motherfucker's crazy.
Don't worry about it, man.
We're gonna get you outta there.
Check his fanny pack
down on the floor.
See if he's got a gun.
I told you
I ain't strapped.
Shut up.
Anything?
Don, this guy's
some kind of dope addict.
Figures!
All right, cut me
two six-foot lengths
of that rope in my bag.
Come on, move.
Wickey, go down there,
use Savon's phone.
Call up Luther, Moon
and Davis and tell 'em to get
their ass over here right now.
- You got it.
- Yo, also call up Raymond.
Tell him I need some
of that goddamn heavy
artillery he's got.
Raymond?
You sure you want him
in on this?
Yeah, goddamn it! Don't give
me no more fuckin' shit.
Get that goddamn camera
outta my face.
Von, give me your phone.
For what?
K.J. Wants Raymond here.
Finally got some guns
comin' up here.
Shit's gettin' hectic.
[Beeping]
Figure they're the police
up there, man?
Ain't got no fuckin' idea.
Hello, Raymond?
Your name is Lucky, huh?
I ain't talkin' to you.
I ain't tellin' you shit.
[Don]
Fine. Vince.
How many did you see out there?
Five. Tie his arm
to that door.
There's gonna be
more than that...
'cause my big brotherJames
down there, fool,
he's a king around here.
He'll spread the word.
Your big brother, huh?
That's right. Let me tell
you white boys somethin'.
You don't let me go,
he's gonna fry your
motherfuckin' asses.
I thought you
weren't talkin'.
Hey, James, we got
your kid brother tied
spread-eagle against this door.
That means anybody
shoots at the door,
they're gonna kill him.
Anybody tries to break it down,
they're gonna rip his arms
outta their sockets. Got that?
I hear ya.
Just don't do anything
stupid in there.
You gotta tell us, Bradlee, is
there another way outta here?
I don't gotta tell you shit.
Goddamn it.
Don, these bars
are pretty solid.
Hey, Vince.
Over here.
Vince, that catwalk there
goes out to another building.
If we can get to it, there's
gotta be another stairway in
there. We can get to the truck.
Yo, Cletus, go on top.
Keep it secure.
I wanna keep 'em boxed in.
Go, man.
Come on, go.
[Don]
Careful.
Okay.
[Crashing]
- Yo, Lucky! Y'all right?
- Yeah, man, I'm all right.
Shit!
Fuck that plan.
Them motherfuckers
still alive in there?
Yeah!
How many in there with ya?
There's three,
but one of'em was tied...
He can't talk right now!
Yo, man.
Listen, man.
We don't want no trouble.
We just want my brother back.
Just let him out.
Why don't you come out?
We could discuss this.
You just bring the cops.
We'll discuss it with them!
They're drug dealers.
They just threw a guy off the roof.
They ain't gonna call the cops.
Yo, man, that ain't
necessary. All we want
is my brother back, man.
- All we want is Lucky, man!
- Find me a rag.
You heard him. As long as
you got me, they're gonna be
on your asses like glue.
They already got the place
surrounded, and my brothers
will be here with more soldiers.
Yeah? As long as
we got you, they ain't gonna
be shootin' at us, are they?
I ain't scared of shit.
You know why?
I've been through three drive-bys,
and I ain't never been hit.
Bullets just go around me.
That's why they call me Lucky.
Lucky! Motherfucker.
Look, all they want
is the kid.
Now they know we got a gun.
Maybe if we let him go,
they'll back off!
Damn it, Vince.
They want us dead.
We're witnesses.
As long as he's alive,
we got a chance.
If we let him go, they're
gonna kill us for sure.
[Honking]
[Indistinct Rap]
It's about time
you guys got here.
So, what's up?
You got a problem?
Yeah, we got a problem.
Shit, three more.
Makes eight of'em.
We're screwed, Don.
[Footsteps]
Hey, yo, K.J.,
Man, what's up?
Three white motherfuckers,
they got my kid brother in there.
Three?
I didn't see but two.
Lucky said there was three.
You get Raymond?
Yeah, man, he'll be here.
White motherfuckers?
Down here?
Who are they, the man?
Hell, no. They just asked me
for cops. If they want cops,
they can't be cops.
[Grunting]
Damn it!
Shit.
Let me try that Halligan.
[Don]
Come on. Here we go.
All right.
[Grunting]
You fucker!
[Grunting]
[Indistinct Rap]
Shit, another one.
Looks like
some fuckin' pimp.
Leave me alone I got posse
bust the bets
You better watch me
I gotta do what I gotta do
So who the hell is you to
tell me how my song is wrong
You don't know
[Beeping]
Yo, Wickey, this is Raymond.
Where do you want me to park?
What do you
think's goin' on?
Nothin' good.
[Laughing]
I think I finally figured out...
how you boys are gonna
get a chance to get outta here.
Body bags!
[Laughing]
[Savon]
Oh, shit. Pussy in the trunk.
[KJ.]
Raymond's good for somethin;
All right. This shit here
takes out a rat's ass
at yards.
Shit, I'll take that. I was
a sharpshooter in the army.
You don't look like
no sharpshooter.
I was the best in my company.
Ease back, motherfuckers.
This is mine.
You know what I'm sayin'?
[Raymond]
Go, Wickey, dive in there.
I don't need no big-ass gun.
Mess up my suit. This right
here will do me just fine.
[Raymond Laughing]
All right, all right,
Mr Leader Man.
What's your plan?
Come on over here.
Them country motherfuckers
was cryin' about the police, right?
They want cops?
Give 'em cops.
[Raymond Laughing]
Yeah.!
[Video Man]
Hello, Officer Friend.
How are you?
Hold it, hold it.
Hold it.
This ain't gettin' us anywhere.
This place is
too goddamn secure.
At least the good news is,
they can't get in either.
That means we just sit tight
and wait 'til the cops show up.
[Laughing]
[Laughing]
What are you
laughin' about?
Who's gonna call the cops,
the pigeons or the rats?
What about a patrol car?
Don't patrol cars come
around here?
Think they'd throw a guy off the
roof in broad daylight if there
was a chance cops would come?
Cops ain't comin' by, Vince.
We're on our own here.
We got shells.
I'm gonna take .
You're gonna take .
That way whoever's
got the gun can reload.
Listen, I got an idea.
Why don't we bust down
through this floor...
and drop down to the
apartment right below us?
That ain't gonna work.
If the layout's the same
as it is up here,
we're gonna be stuck
without our hostage.
We'll be dead meat.
Bradlee, you ever been
down to the fourth floor?
Is there a back stairway?
Fuck you.
[Door Opening]
Anything happen?
No, all quiet, K.J.
Go downstairs, help 'em out.
Tell Wickey to call me up
when he gets it set up.
Is this gonna work?
It better.
I'm gettin' tired of this.
[Footsteps]
Man, those are some
weird, fuckin' footsteps.
What is that?
Spikes. One of the guys
was wearin' baseball shoes.
Big son of a bitch.
[Phone Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
Yeah?
[Video Man]
Savon, what up, man?
Shit, we're ready.
Let's just do it.
They're gettin' close.
This shit's got me pissed off.
Man, this is stupid.
[KJ.]
Got everything goin'good,
then two stupid-ass honkies...
come up in here
and fuck up everything over
some dumb nigger named Goose...
that nobody gives
a fuck about dead or alive.
Only thing keepin'
'em alive's my brother.
Savon said that's
a bunch of bullshit.
Says you and Lucky
ain't even got the same pops.
He's my brother, man.
I been takin' care of him ever
since he was born and I was .
All right, man.
We hot, we goin'.
[Siren Wailing]
Stop, this is the police!
Stop! You there!
Nigger! Freeze!
Fucker! Spread your legs!
Spread 'em!
Take it easy, man.
Gotta make this shit
look real, man.
Where you got the dope,
boy?
Don, there's a cop
out there!
[Cocking]
Help! Hey, Don!
Get me out!
Someone come back here!
Come back!
Get me outta this cha...
Shit. Come on.
Go.! Go.!
Fuckers, move.!
Go!
Go!
Go, man!
[Gunfire]
Get me the fuck outta here!
[Muffled Shouting]
Shit. They got Davis.
Fuck!
[Bradlee]
Come here, you two idiots.!
Come over here.!
Bring your asses in here
right now! Move! Move!
Get me off this damn floor.!
Come on, get me up offhere.!
What the hell?
Move it, both of ya!
Hurry up!
What the fuck you tryin'
to do, get me killed?
I thought he was a cop.
You stupid peckerwood.
You'd fall for that shit?
He was wearin' a uniform!
You're just a stupid,
dumb-ass redneck!
You shut your goddamn mouth,
you black son of a bitch.
Black son of a bitch?
Fuck you! Kiss my black ass.
Goddamn...
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Vince!
If he doesn't shut up,
I'm gonna shut him up.
Man, what the fuck was that
bullshit goin' on over there?
I told you not to shoot
'til you got a clean shot.
You got Davis killed.
Fuck that.
It wasn't my fault. It was
that motherfuckin' Luther!
It was both you
dumb motherfuckers.
Okay, we fucked up.
But you fucked up too.
Ain't none of your shit
worked all day.
The point is,
what you gonna do now?
I'm gonna go up under them
so they don't dig no tunnel.
You need to go
get rid of Davis'body.
I ain't the garbage man.
Moon, go get rid of him.
Bullshit. That ain't
my motherfuckin'job.
No, Moon, go do it.
At least I know the
shit'll get done right.
Now you, you keep this
trigger-happy shit up, you're
gonna get all of us killed.
I don't know how.
I ain't the leader.
[Beeping]
I'm not gettin' anything.
It's not gonna work. There
ain't no apartments up there.
It's just attic.
No pipes, no plumbin'.
And I don't remember seein'
no metal on the floor.
Yeah, but shit,
tryin' to pick up metal cleats?
[Beeping]
Nothin' here.
I'm goin', Vince.
Wait a second,
let's stick to the plan.
I'm goin'.
If he's down by
that window, he can
still get a shot at you.
Just let me keep scannin'
the floor 'til I find him.
That way we'll be sure.
All right.
Find him, will ya?
What are you guys doin' now?
Where'd you get all this shit from?
- Anything yet?
- No, nothing.
Man, you know I'm gonna be
there. Raymond ain't gonna
let you down. What you need?
- Yo, Raymond?
- Hang on a second, man.
I need you to do some
recon for me. Figure out
how them fools got here.
- I know they didn't walk.
- I ain't got time to be playin' army...
with you trigger-happy motherfuckers.
I got business to take care of.
Yo, cancel it.
You're workin' for me now.
I'm hirin' you
for the rest of the day.
What the fuck you waitin' on?
Get to work, motherfucker.
Yo, we're gonna have to
reschedule that thing.
[Beeping Increasing]
I got him!
- Whereabouts?
- Right over here.
All right, I'm goin'.
Wait a second.
He's movin'.
[Beeping Increasing]
Jesus Christ.
Give me that.