[ominous music playing]
[machine gun firing]
[explosion]
[machine gun firing]
[footsteps pounding]
[man gasping]
[watch ticking]
[heart beating]
[pensive music playing]
[sighs]
[buzzing]
[burner lights]
[pensive music continues]
[sighs]
[music turns ominous]
[sirens wailing distantly]
[woman 1 over PA] Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 492 to New York is delayed.
Please report to Gate 11. Thank you.
[woman 2] Early bird gets the worm?
[Peter] Well, if the worm is delayed by two hours,
then the early bird gets to sneak in a nap.
[woman 2] Anything else?
Uh...
["Jukai" playing]
Hm. Look at this.
Anything unicorn.
♪ A long life ♪
♪ Cutting through a hundred stars... ♪
["Jukai" continues indistinctly over car radio]
[airplane soars overhead]
♪ Change your mind... ♪
[engine stops]
[crickets chirping]
[ominous music playing]
- [music turns tense] - [man grunts]
- [gun cocks] - [man] Shh.
[yelling]
[grunting]
[yells]
[grunts]
[yells]
[yelling]
[ominous music playing]
[grunting and coughing]
[yells]
[groans]
[Peter breathing heavily]
[tense music playing]
[man groans]
[man coughing]
[cell phone keypad beeping]
[line dialing]
[woman] 911. What's your emergency?
Hello? 911. Is anyone there?
Hello?
[girl 1] "They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all."
If I am well-oiled, I shall soon be right again.
"You will find an oilcan on a shelf in my cottage."
[teacher] Next.
[girl 2] "Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oilcan,
and then she returned and asked anxiously, 'Where are your joints?'
'Oil my neck first, ' replied the Tin Woodman."
[teacher] Next.
[children giggling]
[girl 3] She never, ever talks.
[teacher] Class, that's enough.
Next.
[boy 1] "Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage..."
Hey.
- [teacher] Mr. Stanton? - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- We're in the middle of class. - I know. Pack your stuff up. We gotta go.
- Mr. Stanton. - [Peter] One second. I'm so sorry.
- Come on. You gotta go. - You can't just take her out of the class.
Next time, I'll call.
- Mr. Stanton, please. - Sorry about that.
- It's okay, class. Mr. Stanton. - All right. All right.
[Peter] Hey.
I was thinking, we never take trips.
Why don't we leave the city, you know?
Get out there, get some fresh air in our lungs.
Little father-daughter trip. Hop in. Come on.
["Summer Somewhere" playing on radio]
♪ Gotta be summer somewhere I want a hidden treasure, the big stash ♪
♪ I jump in Make a big splash... ♪
Milky, I need you to call me back, bro. What the fuck?
All right? Call, text, whatever. I'm on the road for a little while.
[upbeat pop music playing over store speakers]
[pop music playing on radio]
♪ I'll be there to save you Just call me, oh, baby ♪
♪ Wherever you go... ♪
Ugh. What, do people in this town hate music?
[radio stations changing]
- ["The Passenger" playing on radio] - Oh, here we go.
Here's some of your dad's music from when he was a kid.
♪ And everything was made for you and me ♪
♪ It all was made for you and me ♪
♪ It just belongs to you and me... ♪
♪ So let's take a ride And see what's mine ♪
[ship horn blows]
♪ Singing la, la, la, la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la-la-la-la, la, la ♪
♪ Oh, the passenger ♪
♪ He rides and he rides ♪
♪ He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye ♪
[song fades]
[Pappi gasping]
[grunts]
[gasping]
[ticking]
[buzzing]
[burner lights]
[pensive music playing]
[horn honks]
Looks like you.
[chuckles]
Meet your grandfather.
I'm starving.
What's he got in here?
It's delicious.
Isn't that delicious? That good? Yeah.
Ooh! You can't find food like this in the city.
Probably got this from a chicken down the road, yeah?
He probably knows the chicken's name.
You're a limo driver?
Am I driving a limo? Yes.
Am I a limo driver?
No. No.
No, I was actually starting a business...
driving limos, and, uh, I bought four at auction.
When I went to pick them up,
they were these '90s pieces of shit you saw, right?
You know, worn-out leather, no TV. It's like, "How am I gonna rent these?"
I can't rent them out. I couldn't, right? So I call the guy, and I'm like:
"Listen, this is not what I ordered from the catalog."
And he just takes the bill of sale and he's like:
"You can just go kiss your own ass."
Anyway, long story long...
this world is full of lowlifes, man.
Everybody's just out there trying to stab that knife in your back.
So, what do I say?
If you want something in life, you gotta go take it.
Right, baby girl?
So... I did.
I got this business opportunity came my way,
and soon someone's gonna be driving us around, huh?
- [cell phone buzzing] - [chuckles] Mm.
Speaking of...
Milky, hey. Hold on for a second.
Uh-huh.
- Milky, that's... That's... - [pensive music playing]
Yes. No, tell him he can have the whole thing.
I don't give a shit.
I wanna unload it all. No, I don't wanna keep it.
Okay, so... All right. No, I'll come back to the city right now.
Drop me a pin and I'll come back.
All right. Okay. I'll call you back. Bye.
[music fades]
Fuck, yeah!
So I gotta go back to the city to do some work,
and I figured that, you know, I would just zip on back there myself,
and you guys can hang out for a while
and get to know each other a little better, right?
How's that sound? Okay. Hey, hey, hey.
Let's calm down, all right?
This is very, very important business.
Goddamn it. Shit!
Okay, enough.
I make the rules. I'm your father, and if I say you're gonna stay here,
you're gonna stay here with him.
She's fine.
Kids, huh?
Oh, wait.
You wouldn't know.
["Wouldn't It Be Nice" playing]
♪ Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? ♪
♪ Then we wouldn't have to wait so long ♪
♪ And wouldn't it be nice To live together ♪
♪ In the kind of world Where we belong...? ♪
[Peter] Probably wondering how I found you.
Found a letter in Mom's old stuff.
I've actually known where you were for years.
She can't stay.
Why?
It's just gonna be, like, for a day.
You'll barely notice her.
Jesus. What's the problem?
Find somebody else.
You think that if there was any... Literally anybody else,
that I wouldn't have gone to them before you?
- Okay. Listen. - [Pappi exhales slowly]
I just need this one thing from you.
Just this one thing,
and then you're never gonna hear from us again.
Okay?
[Pappi exhales slowly]
Okay.
[pensive music playing]
It's gonna be different.
I know I said that before, but this time, it's real.
You don't believe me, do you?
You can believe me this time.
This time, I promise, it's gonna be different.
Okay?
[music fades]
I'll be back before you guys can form a lasting bond.
[Pappi] Hey.
What's her name?
Delfi.
[car door opens, then closes]
[engine starts]
[R&B music playing indistinctly over radio]
[Pappi] You don't say very much, do you?
Well, you're gonna make some man very happy one day.
[rings]
[grunts] Damn it!
Just stay out of my way, all right?
Stop eating all the goddamn profits.
What's the matter with you? You wanna be blind as well as mute?
Here. Put these on.
Can you see?
Good.
Get over there.
[pensive music playing]
[squeaking]
[gasps]
Come on, Saint Francis.
Give me.
You one of those bleeding hearts, huh?
Well...
let me be the first to break it to you, kid.
You can't save them all.
Damn.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Deliveries.
Let's go.
[engine starts]
What now?
Listen, brat, I'm a grown man, okay?
No. No. No.
Fine. Fine. Jesus Christ.
[pensive music playing]
[music fades]
[crickets chirping]
Quit staring at me.
It's late.
Go to sleep.
[Pappi groaning and whimpering]
[gasping]
[watch ticking]
[ominous music playing]
["Illegal" playing distantly over stereo]
♪ I always been the type of woman Get her heart broken ♪
♪ I always give too much And end up tripping up ♪
♪ It isn't passion If we aren't going hard ♪
♪ And it doesn't save me if I was drifting If it doesn't... ♪
[ominous music continues]
Morning, Pete.
Can I call you Pete?
[Vic] Do you know why I'm here?
And yet here I am.
A total stranger sitting in your kitchen.
Do you know who the Merchant is?
Good.
There was these guys. Fucking Nazi tattoos.
Everybody killed each other.
I didn't know who it belonged to.
Okay? The bag.
You can have it. It's yours, okay? I don't want it.
Well, thanks, Pete.
I had a feeling you'd be a reasonable bloke.
[sniffles] It's just an honest mistake, right?
No harm, no foul.
- [punch thuds] - [Peter groans] Fuck!
- [punch thuds] - [yells] Fuck! Stop, stop, stop! No!
[grunts] Fuck! [sobs]
Why the fuck would you have to have a kid?
[Peter groaning and sobbing]
Why couldn't you have a cat?
I just have to go get it.
[whimpers] And then I'm gonna bring it right to you.
All you gotta do is go get it and bring it back.
- Yes! - Okay, shall we meet back here, then?
What time is good for you?
- [man grunts] - [groans]
Okay, enough. Enough. Enough. Enough.
Moment of truth, Pete.
[tense music playing]
You wanna see your little girl? Or do you want me to see your little girl?
[Peter whimpers] Okay.
Okay.
I have it.
Gonna pay for this?
Huh?
[groans]
[Peter] It's... over here.
[beeps]
Is this how he raised you?
[telephone ringing]
Clean that up.
Hello?
[Peter] Delfi...
She likes to put grapes in her cereal.
The red ones.
Not the green ones.
- Peter? - She's...
She's allergic to peanuts.
She hates getting her hair cut.
I promised her a tree house.
- [yells] Fucking shoot me! Shoot me! - [Vic] Motherfucker!
- Tell me what's happened... - [gunshot]
[static crackles]
Hello?
- [line beeping] - Hello?
[tense, pensive music playing]
Now, you tell me, what has your father done?
Get your things. We leave in five minutes.
[tense, pensive music continues]
It wasn't supposed to go down that way, sir.
You... You cocksucker! Are you fucking crazy?
Are you fucking nuts?
How fucking dare you, you motherfucker!
You fucking asshole!
[Vic] It got away from us.
But I'll take care of it.
I'll fix it. I'll fix it.
What are you, Merlin the fucking Magician?
How you gonna fix it?
We'll hit the Aryans.
I'll find his daughter.
She's only 8, so I don't think she'll be any sort of...
He was protecting her.
You should have kids, Vic.
You'd do anything for family.
You should find her.
[ominous music playing]
Good?
Good.
[Merchant] Okay.
Right, then. Well...
You know I depend on you, Vic.
Yeah, I know.
But you're just not family.
Find her.
[rap music playing distantly over stereo]
[sirens wailing distantly]
Hang on. Hang on.
[tense music playing]
Stay here.
I told you to stay outside, didn't I?
[sirens wailing distantly]
All right.
Just pack light.
["Illegal" playing distantly over stereo]
[Pappi] Excuse me.
[in French] Sorry, what?
You know my son?
[in English] You're Pete's dad?
[in French] Please, uh, I just want to know if he's doing okay?
I watch Delfi sometimes when he works late.
Drive her to school.
[in French] I have two children of my own, so...
And her mother?
[in English] When?
Two years ago.
[in French] How?
[in English] Her car was hit by an old lady having a heart attack.
Delfi was in the back seat.
Her mother wasn't wearing her seat belt and she...
She stopped talking that day.
Mm...
[in English] Can I leave her with you?
- I'm sorry? - I can pay you.
It's not about money.
I mean, she's your blood.
[pensive music playing]
[sirens wailing distantly]
[tense, pensive music playing]
Let's go.
[truck engine starts]
- [siren chirps] - [indistinct police radio chatter]
[woman speaking indistinctly]
[Petra] You say you heard a gunshot?
- [Pappi] .38 caliber, yeah. - [Petra] Was anyone shot?
[Pappi] I don't know.
Then how do you know your son was in danger?
Because I heard a gunshot.
- Was anything missing? - I doubt it.
Must be end of the month, huh? Gotta make quota. Work, work, work.
- Hey. - [officer] Come on, let's go.
Date of birth?
- 1983. - [keyboard clacking]
Um...
Spring. April.
Well, your son doesn't have a record.
Your son married?
I don't know.
Girlfriend?
I don't know.
Any friends? Acquaintances?
Pets?
[sighs] Are you sure he's even your son?
Sir?
There's really not much to go on here.
[Pappi] Let's go.
Hey. You said it was a .38 caliber, how'd you know that?
I told you. I heard it.
[pop music playing indistinctly over speakers]
[waitress] I see someone's enjoying their sundae.
And you're sure you don't need anything else?
Just the check, please.
[camera whirs]
Go pee.
I'm not stopping later.
[waitress] Whenever you're ready.
Okay, you finish up.
I'm gonna get the truck. Outside in five minutes.
Lunch is on you.
I know you're good for it.
[tense, pensive music playing]
[tense music playing]
That's my son.
Can I, uh...?
Can I have a moment, please?
Of course. Take your time.
- [door opens] - [music turns pensive]
[door closes]
Milky, I wanna unload the whole thing.
[music fades]
Your father wasn't in there.
Look, kid, I'm not gonna lie.
The chances he's alive are...
You know, until we see the body, we can't know for sure.
Hey.
Don't cry. Not yet.
You can cry when we're done.
["Pray" playing]
[engine starts]
[siren wailing distantly]
♪ You forgot... ♪
[Pappi] Hello, ladies.
- Hey, babe. You wanna go out? - How you doing?
Wonder if I can get some information.
Yeah, what do you want?
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Pray for me... ♪
- [sirens wailing] - [people clamoring]
Yes.
- Go down that shoreline. - Right.
First left.
Then straight.
♪ You forgot me ♪
♪ You don't see ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
[man coughing]
♪ You don't love me ♪
♪ You don't see it ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Pray for me ♪
♪ Pray for us ♪
- [man 1 yelling indistinctly] - [man 2 laughing]
What's this?
Why don't you take those dentures out and suck my dick?
[men chattering indistinctly]
♪ You don't love me ♪
♪ You don't see it... ♪
Oh! Oh, shit. No. Hey. Hey, man.
No, I'm... Oh, man.
I'm so sorry I said those mean things. I didn't mean it.
No. That was rude and I apologize.
You wanna share, man?
- You wanna share? - You know what it is, right?
Yeah, man, that's Nova.
Rolls-Royce of scag. No one can get any right now.
That makes you prom king.
Milky?
You know that name?
Oh, shit. Uh, you a cop?
I'm a baker.
[laughing]
What? A baker?
[laughing]
Oh, wait. No, no. Wait, wait, wait.
Hey, hey. Milky the drug dealer, right?
Yeah, no. I know him. I do, um...
At the park at Elm and Fifth. That's where he slings, man.
[man] Hey! Come on. Come on.
- [tense music playing] - [men chattering]
[thunder rumbling]
[thunder crashes]
- [man 1] Hey, baker. - [Pappi grunts]
[man 1] Where's the fucking pink shit? Huh?
[man 2] Stay the fuck down.
Is that your truck?
[man 2] That truck over there?
Fucking check it out.
Where's the pink shit?
- [tense music continues] - [Delfi breathing heavily]
Stay the fuck down.
[music intensifies]
- [bone cracks] - [man groans]
Open up.
Open the door.
It's me. Open the door.
[music fades]
Some things might happen.
Some things you don't wanna see.
When that happens, you put these down.
Turn your music all the way up, you understand?
[poignant, pensive music playing]
Good.
[woman] I just need a credit card to complete your booking.
I'll pay cash.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
We require a credit card to complete the booking.
Well, I don't have a credit card.
Okay. Mr. Selinsky. Am I saying that correctly?
Perfect.
[cartoon playing on TV]
[groans]
[door opens]
[faucet stops running]
What are you doing?
[poignant music playing]
It's okay. It's okay. I'm all right. I'm all right.
Look at these nails.
Nails trim.
No loose hairs. No baggy pants. No jewelry.
Don't wanna give them any advantage.
Understand?
[ominous music playing]
How old is he?
[man] Uh, I don't know. Maybe 18.
[Vic] What's his name?
I don't know what his real name was, Vic. Maybe Trevor or Trent.
Trevor.
Trent.
- Maybe 18. - [man breathing raggedly]
What a waste.
You know...
we killed this kid.
My guy pulled the trigger.
- But he's my responsibility. - [man sobs]
That kid...
was yours.
I don't know what you want me to say, Vic. You want me to say I killed him?
Fine, I killed him. I already told you everything I know, man.
I told you, it was fucking terror with those guys.
They're the ones who hit the airport, not me.
What about the pink?
Okay, look, this is gonna sound kind of fucked,
but there's talk of this guy, this old guy.
He's going around town with some of the pink.
He calls himself the Baker.
- The Baker? - Yeah.
- Who is this baker? - I don't know who the Baker is, Vic.
I swear. That's all I know.
Okay, please, please don't kill me.
Come on. Please don't kill me.
I need your help to send a message.
No, no, no! Don't!
[grunting]
[Vic] Tell...
fucking...
everyone.
The Merchant wants what's his.
Now, if death to you and all you know and love...
isn't motivation enough...
10 G's...
to whoever finds this baker guy.
- Go on. - [knocking]
[thug] You heard him, get the fuck out of here! Go!
Go. Go. Get the fuck out!
Fuck me.
[gasping]
[ticking]
[pensive music playing]
In the truck, brat.
[Rispoli] Give them the honeymoon suite.
Possession.
Who tuned them up?
I don't know, some bullshit story about an old geezer who straight-up waxed them.
Witnesses?
Maybe a kid in a bread truck.
[keyboard clacking]
Rispoli...
find out who Peter Stanton's father is.
Who?
[tense, pensive music playing]
- [man] Looking for a bag. - Get the fuck out of here, man.
Now we wait.
[cell phone buzzing]
Yeah?
[Rispoli] Peter Stanton, born April 17th, 1983.
- I need the father. - Can't do it.
What do you mean, you can't?
It's redacted.
Who the fuck is this guy?
[tense, pensive music continues]
[sirens wailing distantly]
You stay in the truck, no matter what.
All right? You keep the doors locked until I get back.
Don't open them for anybody. Promise me.
[music fades]
[heavy metal music playing indistinctly over stereo]
[tense music playing]
[man 1] What?
[man 2] Don't take what?
- Where is it, man? - Yo, what the fuck?
- No stress. - The fuck?
[man 2] Look at me.
- Where, huh? - What? Back up, man.
What the fuck are you doing?
[man 2] You owe me that. You owe me that.
- How many times I gotta hold you? - [man 1] I didn't do shit.
[knocking on door]
Who is it?
[tense music continues]
The fuck?
- [Milky grunts] - [Pappi] Shh.
I'll do all the talking.
Shh. Shh.
There's $300 in that box out there. Tell me what I wanna know, it's all yours.
Who the fuck are you, bro?
- Where's Peter Stanton? - Who?
I don't know Peter, man.
He called you, three days ago.
You are so fucking dead, old man. I'm gonna fucking... [screams]
- Man, seriously. - Fuck!
[man 2] I told you.
[man 1] Fuck me.
[tense music playing]
I don't fucking know where he is, man! Fuck!
You got a lot of piercings, son, and I got a lot of time.
No! Wait, wait. Wait, listen. Okay, I know Pete, okay?
He buys weed off me some fucking times, and he buys E off me sometimes.
That's it, bro.
- Told you about this, right? - I mean, I... Okay, listen.
Listen, he called me, said he had a bunch of pink he wanted to move up.
I said I'd kick it up the ladder.
Up to who?
Sirko, my fucking supplier. He owns this nightclub called Lilly's.
A big guy, Ukrainian. Weird fucking teeth.
- [door opens] - [gasping]
- Goggles! - [yells]
[both grunting]
[Pappi and Delfi breathing heavily]
[music fades]
[ticking]
I said stay in the goddamn truck, didn't I?
You promised!
You could have been killed.
- [pensive music playing] - [sirens wailing distantly]
[engine stops]
We need to eat.
[pensive music continues]
[music turns poignant]
[Pappi] No.
You don't do that. Never again.
[tense music playing]
[Peter] That's my baby girl.
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
[pounding on door]
[pounding continues]
Hey.
Your lawn needs watering.
- You have to take care of these things. - Okay.
Hey.
Changed?
Um...
Last night, uh...
[Merchant] I heard, I heard. You were shaky.
Shaky isn't dependable, Vic.
[tense music playing]
I know what you do, it's hard.
Old men wage their little wars, but it's the young men who fight them.
You used to spoil for a fight, Vic.
But now, not so much.
We change.
What do you want now? Forgiveness?
No, I'm fine. [clears throat]
[Merchant] You look worried.
Worried about what?
What's already in the past?
What God might think?
Well, I'm pretty sure God's made up his mind about me.
Don't worry about the God who has already condemned you.
Worry about the man in your kitchen...
who has yet to make up his mind.
I need you dependable, Vic.
I'm dependable.
We'll see.
Your dad, he doesn't like mushrooms either.
One time, I guess your father was around your age...
I took him mushroom hunting.
I used to like that. Cleared my head.
[poignant music playing]
Anyway, I gave him this bell, you know,
like the kind you might put around a goat's neck,
and I says to him, "If you get lost, you ring the bell.
I'll come find you."
So, anyway, I set off into the woods...
man, it must have been my lucky day,
'cause I'm finding mushroom after mushroom.
I'm filling my bag, and all of a sudden, I realize,
I don't see your father anywhere.
So I started calling out his name.
Nothing.
So now I start retracing my steps.
Nothing.
Now I'm starting to imagine
having to tell your grandmother I lost our kid in the woods.
Anyway, I get back to where we started, and there he is.
Just sitting there, playing with some lizard he found.
And I was so relieved, I forgot how furious I was,
but I said to him, "Why didn't you ring the bell?"
You know what he said?
"I wasn't lost."
Anyway...
he doesn't like mushrooms either.
[music fades]
[Pappi] "It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that moment,
for it would have beat loud and fast from terror.
But being only tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid."
[electronic dance music blaring over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
[electronic dance music blaring over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
[woman] What do you need?
[speaks in Ukrainian]
[woman] Right away.
Cheers.
[speaks in Ukrainian]
[in English] Motherfucker.
[in Ukrainian] Where's Blazi?
[in Ukrainian] He's not feeling well. I'm taking his place tonight.
Where in Ukraine are you from?
Kopyshche.
[speaks in Ukrainian]
That's in the East?
North. By the Belarus border.
[door lock clicks]
- [intense music playing] - [both grunting]
[in English] Who the fuck are you?
[in English] I'm looking for my son.
[tense music playing]
Who the fuck is your son?
So you're the old man.
"The Baker."
There is 10 grand bounty on your head.
And you're the guy that's gonna collect it, right?
I will not kill you for money.
[grunting]
[yells]
[Pappi grunts]
[groans]
Where's my son?
Your son is dead.
[gasping and groaning]
You've seen his body?
I helped to bury him.
Who killed him?
Your son killed himself.
[yells]
[intense music playing]
[yells in Ukrainian]
[Sirko gurgling]
[music fades]
We're done here.
It's over.
What?
[sobbing softly]
Chances he's alive are...
I don't know.
It's over.
Hey. Hey.
- Hey! - [grunting]
Hey, calm down. Calm down.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Look at me.
You see this? You see this long hand? See how slow and steady it moves?
Watch it. Watch it.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
[watch ticking]
- Breathe. Breathe. - [sobbing]
Look at the long hand.
Look at it. Look at it.
You're okay.
Good girl.
[poignant, pensive music playing]
We gotta leave in the morning.
Bright and early.
Do you recall anything?
- [man] I didn't see it. - Yeah.
[man] Just shots, like, pop, pop.
[pensive music playing]
- [Petra] You see that? - [Rispoli] Yep.
- That's Sirko, 1:14 a.m. - Mm-hm.
Four minutes later.
I ran this frame by frame a few times. No clear face shot.
He knew where the cameras were.
- Let me know if you find anything else. - Yeah.
[ominous music playing]
[camera clicks]
- [keypad clacking] - [message sends]
[cell phone buzzes]
[music fades]
[birds singing]
[groaning]
Your grandmother's name was Delphi. Did you know that?
You also have her tight way of smiling.
[poignant music playing]
Let's go home.
Okay.
Hey, you pack up.
[grunting]
I'm gonna go around the corner. Get some stuff for the road.
Maybe some real coffee.
You want some?
[music fades]
[tense music playing]
[cell phone beeping]
Hey. I think I just found your baker.
[Misha] Have you seen this guy?
[elevator chimes]
- [elevator chimes] - [tense music continues]
- [knocking on door] - [gasps]
- Anything? - No, clear.
[whistles] Got something.
Fuck. Go!
Go!
[tense music continues]
[Rick] Open the door!
- [horn honking] - Open the door! Hey!
[honking continues]
[Rick] Open the door! Hey!
[Misha] Hey. Come on!
[whimpering]
- [gunshot] - [groaning]
[intense music playing]
[gunshots]
[Misha grunting]
[gunshots]
[gun clicks]
[knife clanks]
[Misha grunting]
[neck snaps]
[music stops]
[Pappi] Hey, brat.
Not yet.
[groans]
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
Give me the line and the hook, please.
Now, there's a...
[winces]
A giant oak tree...
behind the bakery.
Make a beautiful tree house.
[tense music playing]
What? What is it?
[woman] Body temp, 103. BP, 80 over 60 and dropping steady.
[man] Let's get that wound cleaned up.
Nurse Gibbs, get her out of here.
Come with me. Come on.
- [Delfi yelling] - It's okay. It's gonna be okay.
- [sirens wailing] - [indistinct police radio chatter]
[Rispoli] VIN number's been chiseled off.
Plates?
Yeah, registered to a Donald Gilroy.
So, what do we have on this Gilroy?
Well, that's just it.
Donald Gilroy died 26 years ago.
[woman over radio] All units, we got a 911 call.
Older white male, matches the description of the double homicide,
at Palm County General.
Sixth floor.
[cell phone buzzes]
[woman over PA] Dr. Forsee, Proctology, please.
Dr. Forsee to Proctology.
[EKG beeping]
[Pappi] Hey, brat.
Ow, ow, ow.
Take it easy, take it easy.
You're not hurt?
Ah.
Good girl.
[tender music playing]
Hey, you must be pretty hungry, huh?
What'd they do with my pants?
Okay, take some money from the pocket and go get us both a chocolate bar.
No peanuts.
[music turns ominous]
[woman over PA] Dr. Singh, call 307. Dr. Singh, call 307.
[siren wailing]
I know you. You're with him, right?
The Baker?
I need to see him. It's important.
Can you help me?
[chuckles] Good girl.
[tense music playing]
[door handle clicks]
Looking for an old guy with a little girl.
[woman over PA] Dr. Carter to Admitting, please.
Dr. Carter to Admitting.
Good girl.
[medical device beeping]
[EKG beeping]
Fuck!
[tense music continues]
Freeze!
[intense music playing]
[woman over PA] Attention, code gray, sixth floor.
[alarm blaring]
[door opens]
Stop.
Old man, stab wound.
- 607. - 607.
[alarm continues blaring]
[woman over PA] Attention, code gray, sixth floor.
Code gray, sixth floor.
- Down this way. - Got it.
[cell phone buzzing]
[tense, pensive music playing]
Do you know how to send a message back?
[music fades]
[ominous music playing]
- [gunshot] - [car alarm blaring]
[alarm continues blaring]
[alarm chirps, then stops]
[tense music playing]
You sure you know how to handle that thing?
You mean, the Beretta M9?
Short recoil, 15-round, staggered mag, semiautomatic 9 mm?
Pistol of choice for the U.S. military from Kosovo to the Afghan mountains...
and most recently used to murder my son?
Yeah.
I do.
[haunting and somber "Wouldn't It Be Nice" playing]
Take me to him.
♪ Wouldn't it be nice ♪
♪ If we could wake up ♪
♪ In the morning ♪
♪ When the day is new? ♪
♪ After having spent the day together ♪
You stay.
♪ Hold each other ♪
Hey.
♪ Close the whole night through ♪
Promise.
♪ Wouldn't it be nice? ♪
[somber, poignant music playing]
On your knees.
Wherever you go...
the Merchant will find you.
Merchant?
You know, for what it's worth...
your boy died thinking not about himself...
but about his little girl.
That she liked green grapes.
And how they were gonna make a tree house together.
Just pull it.
- [gunshot] - [gasps]
[grunting and groaning]
[gasps, then coughs]
You can cry now.
[voice breaks] It's okay to cry now.
[Delfi sobs]
[music turns ominous]
[music fades]
[thug] Give me that. Arms up.
Enough of that. All right.
Bring us some tea.
Butcher becomes the Baker.
Some things change, some don't.
I thought you were dead.
I was.
What your son did, what you have done, has cost me.
Cost me more.
Go.
[pop music playing indistinctly over speakers]
[woman speaking indistinctly over PA]
["The Passenger" playing over speakers]
I like this song.
♪ I am a passenger ♪
♪ And I ride and I ride ♪
♪ I ride through the city's backsides ♪
♪ I see the stars come out of the sky ♪
♪ Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky ♪
♪ You know it looks so good tonight ♪
♪ I am the passenger ♪
♪ I stay under glass ♪
♪ I look through my window so bright ♪
♪ I see the stars come out tonight ♪
♪ I see the bright and hollow sky ♪
♪ Over the city's ripping sky And everything looks good tonight ♪
[gun cocks]
- [gunshot] - [song stops]
[somber, pensive music playing]
[tense music playing]