(epic orchestral music)
(metal grinding)
(epic music)
(camera clicks) (film reel ticking)
(waves crashing) (gulls cawing)
(light country music) (birds chirping)
♪ Heist ♪
- [DJ 1] Dude, crazy story this morning.
- [DJ 2] Gotta hear it. - [DJ 1] All right.
- ♪ Heist ♪
- [DJ's] Heist in the news.
-This one comes in from Dino.
Shout out to Dino.
- [DJ 2] Dino's my man.
- [DJ 1] Headline reads-
"armored truck kills money
on Texas freeway, sparking cash grab frenzy."
- [DJ 2] Feels awesome.
- [DJ 1] Here we go.
"An armored truck dropped loads
of cash onto the Dallas Thornton Freeway,
causing a major traffic jam .
Motorists hopped out of their autos, scooping up the bills.
Authorities say drivers need to return the money
or face possible criminal charges."
- [DJ 2] I saw this on Tic-Tac.
People running around the freeway yanking cash.
- [DJ 1] Awesome, I mean, I know I'd do it.
- [DJ 2] And filming themselves.
- [DJ 1] Smart.
(upbeat country music)
(upbeat country music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(birds chirping)
(birds squawking)
(upbeat music continues)
(indistinct talking on radio)
-[Meteorologist] According to the National Weather Service...
(alarm beeping)
- ... of revised river forecast
for lower Tallapoosa and Alabama Rivers.
- Hey there, I'm meteorologist Dick Duchie
here with a look at your First Alert Forecast.
Get ready for a- (alarm clicks off)
(pills rattling)
(rattling continues)
(James sighs)
(light dramatic music)
(bottles thudding)
(alcohol sloshing)
(guzzling alcohol)
(light music)
(bottle clatters)
- I feel like I failed my wife.
I feel like I failed my kids.
I kept telling myself that I didn't have a problem,
but when I woke up in my daughter's room
with holes punched in her walls,
that's when I finally realized how deep I was.
It didn't matter though.
My wife already packed the car two hours before I woke up.
I don't even know where they are anymore. (cries)
- Thanks for sharing.
I mean, that's what the bottle does to us, right?
It makes you a liar.
You become your worst self and worst version of ourselves.
That's the hardest part, I think,
admitting what you've become.
I know it took me a long, long time to admit that.
I know that if it wasn't for this group and, and my, my son,
I'd be at the bottom of a glass somewhere.
That's, that's without question, so...
(chairs rustling)
- Hey, um...
Sorry for losing it back there.
Not a good first impression.
- Please.
My first meeting I was rocking
in a fetal position for hours.
It gets better.
(truck horn beeping)
That's me.
Keep coming back.
- Okay.
(horn honks)
- Come on.
- Settle down.
Just making sure you heard me.
You know how old people's hearing is, huh?
- Well I'll tell you what, maybe if you keep smarting off,
the horn won't be the only thing screaming.
- Okay, settle down or you're not getting your lunch.
- Go, go, go.
Let's go.
(upbeat country music)
So, uh, what's on Sarah's menu today?
- Peanut butter and pickles.
- Ooh.
How much longer you gonna be able to stay on this diet?
- Honestly, it's not as bad as you think.
- Yeah, it is.
(engine rumbling)
- Look, you can judge me all you want,
but all the books say that the more we do together,
the more it's like we're both pregnant.
- Ha! - Which, it's
it's a good thing, I think.
Speaking of which, actually,
Sarah said she didn't get your RSVP for the baby shower.
Sent them out a week ago.
I, I told her they probably got lost in the mail.
So, did it get lost in the mail?
- I don't know.
- Dad, is everything okay?
- Yeah.
(upbeat country music continues)
- No, I, I know, I know.
I was thinking about her last night too.
- Sarah would go over baby names
and this one's gonna be a boy,
but she really wants the next one to be a girl.
So you throw out the name Trisha,
that's a possibility down the line.
And I dunno, I wasn't sure how you'd take that.
(woman laughs) (ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
- Good name.
- Yeah.
Well, hey, six years sober today, big guy. Huh?
Come on.
She'd be proud of you, Dad.
(upbeat music continues)
- 59326.
- Yep.
- 57291.
(cases clattering)
- You do know how long your route is today, right?
You guys are doing the dead 10
and you're already late. As always.
Tell me, you really need to review all this stuff again?
- It's protocol, Frank.
- Protocol is to get this shit back in the truck
so I can get back to my clients, James.
- In a better mood than usual.
- 20248.
(cases clattering)
49826.
- [Casey] Got it.
(metal rattling)
- Pull that. - Yeah.
- Fucking hot box in here.
Shit.
It's not even noon and it's this hot.
This thing work?
(tapping thermometer)
(Casey exhales)
Oh my god.
The hell's that guy hauling?
- It's not our business.
- All right. (cases thudding)
I got it, I got it.
(Casey grunts)
(case thuds) - You okay?
- [Casey] Oh fuck.
- [James] You all right? - No, no, no, no, no, no.
I dropped a fucking pen.
Fuck. - What do you mean a pen?
- A pen light.
Sarah gave me this light with my name on it specifically
'cause I'm always losing shit in this fucking truck.
- Let's go.
Come on.
- (groans) Fuck it.
Fuck it, let's go.
Okay, it's fine.
- Look, I don't know what's in there,
but if we break it, we buy it.
- I got it. - You understand that?
- Yeah, I got it.
- Look, can you just don't tell Sarah about this, okay
'cause then she's gonna start worrying about
me losing my gun next
and it's gonna turn into a whole thing.
- What, what is the real issue here?
- There's no issue, I just don't want her to stress
until the baby comes.
- About a pen?
- Yeah, it's gonna stress her out.
- Little words of wisdom.
Your stress starts when that baby pops its head out.
You got that? - Dad, please.
- Fine.
I will not tell Sarah that you lost a pen light
with your little initials on it.
(door thuds) - Yeah.
Nothing more stress free than driving a cash truck
10 miles to bumfuck nowhere.
Beautiful, beautiful bumfuck nowhere.
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(door thuds) (upbeat rock music)
(upbeat rock music continues)
- Dad? You all right?
- Yeah.
(truck rattling)
- Fucking truck's falling apart.
- It's got a little bit of character to it.
(upbeat rock music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(upbeat rock music continues)
(indistinct chatter)
- Hey.
Am I gonna have to twist your arm
or are you gonna finally come over for dinner tonight?
- I, uh, I have to host a meeting tonight, I'm sorry.
(light music)
- You know you have an actual family outside that circle?
- Yeah, but not one that's gonna drive a truck
through the living room.
- Not yet anyways.
All right, look, the offer still stands. Okay?
Just come over whenever.
Just thought it'd be a good idea for you to
get away from your vices for a bit.
(light music continues)
- Case.
You want me to bring a pie or...
(light music continues)
(heavy rock music)
(heavy rock music continues)
- Careful with the C4? - Man, I, I know
it's unstable as fuck, man. - Well, everything's unstable.
- Speak for yourself.
(phone ringing)
- Yeah, you're late.
No, we're ready. Are you fucking ready?
Right.
Let's do it.
(heavy rock music continues)
(crickets chirping) (light music)
- Hey, except that it's the truth.
- No, it's not. No it's not.
- Uh, it's the truth.
First day, little Case on the job,
a little baby in his Kevlar vest.
Got his baby, new little id,
it's right off the press still hot,
carrying his first bag of money.
Big bag of money.
He's so nervous, he's, I would say raining sweat.
- He's exaggerating. - You left a trail
on the sidewalk, there's no question about this.
Anyway, back to the truth.
All jittery, like, somebody comes up beside him
and taps him on the shoulder just to ask the time.
He whips around like Dirty Harry right in the face
of 147-year-old woman.
- Okay, calm down.
She was probably in her fifties.
- Maybe 128.
- And I'm regretting inviting you to this dinner already.
- Oh, ah. I'm glad you did.
I needed a homecooked meal.
- Yep, and I needed a good laugh.
Well, cheers to 30 days on the job as a team.
- Cheers.
(glasses clinking)
- So how was the route today?
Any old lady try and knock over the truck?
- Okay, very funny, baby. Thank you.
No, no old ladies. No nothing.
Just, just nice and quiet.
- That's how me and the little guy like it.
- I, I don't know.
I, I'd kill for some action, honestly.
I mean, just one tweaker with a gun
so I have an excuse to pull my taser at least.
- You are gonna find that the best action is no action.
Trust me on that.
(light music continues)
- Jeremy really let out the waterworks this time, huh?
- First week's the hardest, you know that.
- Yeah, you know more than anyone.
Hey, you hang in there, brother.
Another year clear is another year to stumble.
- Right.
Thanks, Pete.
(engine rumbling)
- Hey, looks like you're moving slow today.
Frank's gonna be pissed.
- Always is.
(light music)
(door thuds)
So what's on the menu today?
- Turkey and fluff. (engine rumbling)
(light rock music)
(muffled talking)
- You're late again.
I needed these things outta here 10 minutes ago.
- There was traffic, Frank.
- I'll bet.
Come on, Brody, I don't have time for these excuses.
I have a bank full of people waiting for me.
- Why are there four cases?
Only says three here.
- What?
Why do you care?
Just haul the stuff.
- There are rules and protocols, Frank,
and this clipboard doesn't say anything about this case.
- The clipboard, yeah?
What does it say about me calling your boss
and telling him you're coming late to work
because you're going to AA meetings?
Maybe he doesn't know that you were kicked off
the force for being a drunk.
Listen, Brody, I hate to break it to you,
but you're not a cop anymore.
You're a mailman with a gun.
Just deliver the mail.
(light music)
(pen scratching)
(case thuds)
(upbeat country music)
(engine rumbling)
(upbeat music continues)
- Dad?
You're squeezing the wheel.
- It's gonna be okay, we got plenty of room back there.
- Except people get arrested.
We don't know what's in those cases.
It could be anything.
Could be laundered money, it could be unmarked bills,
we could be fencing something.
If it's not on the ledger, we don't take it.
It's my fault.
It's my responsibility.
Shoulda said no to that prick.
(engine rumbling)
- So, what you're saying is
this might not be a nice quiet ride.
- Let's try to make it one.
(birds chirping) (engine rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- Dad?
Dad? Hey.
Dad, what's going on?
(tense music)
(engine rumbling)
(tense music continues)
(wheels screeching)
(car horn beeps)
- Hold on.
(tense music continues)
(car thuds) - Shit!
What is going on?
(engine rumbling) (tense music continues)
(tires screeching) (car crashing)
Fuck!
(tires screeching) (tense music continues)
Man, where the hell did they come from?
- Case, call it in.
Call it in.
- Dispatch, this is Casey to dispatch.
We are getting robbed on Lincoln Road
and we need backup, do you hear me?
Do you copy?
They're not fucking answering.
- [James] Try another channel.
(engine rumbling)
(car crashes) - Shit!
(tires screeching) (car horn beeps)
(tense music continues)
Fuck!
(tense music continues)
- Hold on.
(tires screeching)
(engines revving)
- Fuck.
(tense music continues)
(tires continue screeching)
(engines revving)
(suspenseful music)
(radio static)
They're not fucking answering!
- Hello.
This is 432, this is Brody, 247, we have...
Hello?
- [Case] What happened? - We're being jammed,
we're being jammed.
(tense music continues)
- He's on the right!
(tires screeching)
-It's closed! (truck crashing)
(tense music continues)
- [James] What the hell is this guy doing?
(suspenseful music)
(tires screeching)
(light dramatic music)
- Dad?
(light dramatic music continues)
(engine rumbling)
(dramatic music continues)
(tires screeching)
(light dramatic music)
(gun bangs) (dramatic music)
(guns popping)
- Let's go!
(dramatic music continues)
(suspenseful music)
(metal clattering)
(explosion booms)
(ominous music)
(steam hissing)
(ominous music continues)
(James groans)
(James coughs)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Come on, come on.
(James grunts)
(both breathing heavily)
- [Smoke] Left door opening.
(ominous music continues)
(James breathes heavily)
(Casey gasps) - [James] You all right?
- Yeah.
(ominous music continues)
- [Smoke] On top, on top, they're armed!
(guns firing) (dramatic music)
- Listen to me.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Breathe, you can do this.
Both do three shots, tight grouping.
You go low, I go high.
(guns banging)
Wait for the reload.
(guns continue firing)
(suspenseful music)
Now!
(guns firing)
- I think I got him.
(gun bangs) (Casey groans)
(suspenseful music) (gun bangs)
- Guys, Viper!
Viper!
Motherfucker!
(guns firing)
(Casey groans)
- Motherfucker!
(gun bangs)
- Go!
(both groaning)
(guns continue firing)
(Casey groans)
(truck door thuds closed) (ominous music)
(Casey groans)
- I feel like there's like this fucking pulse in my leg.
- Jesus, armor piercing bullets
(Casey groans)
Hey, it went clean through, it went clean through.
Okay. - Does that mean
I'm gonna die? - Not if you calm down,
you're gonna slow your heart, you're gonna slow your heart.
Nice, deep breaths, ready?
- Yeah.
- Deep, even.
(birds chirping)
- [Smoke] Motherfucker!
You sold me on an easy pick.
- It was supposed to be an easy pick.
- Yeah, well, your easy pick just fucking shot me.
- You'll live.
- Okay. (Casey groans)
- That fucking stings. - Calm down.
Pressure.
Pressure, okay?
Hold this.
(suspenseful music)
- Hawk!
Viper and Hawk are down, man.
- Shit. - They're gone.
These assholes locked themselves in the truck.
(metal clattering)
- Fuck!
(metal clangs)
Breathe.
- Fuck, fuck.
What's that one for?
- Breathe.
That's it. (Casey groans)
Calm down, calm down.
Calm down.
- [Echo] Blow the fucking doors off.
- That won't happen.
- Why not?
Where's Match? - All over the bridge.
(Smoke grunts)
(Casey groans)
- Okay, okay, calm.
Okay. (Casey groans)
(both breathing heavily)
Just gotta hold till they, till they come.
Till they send backup.
- How? We don't have a radio or a phone.
(tense music)
- We got no service.
- How? We're not even that remote.
- They're using jammers.
Push down, push down. (Casey groans)
Okay.
These guys are pros.
(both panting)
- Dad.
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
(foot thuds) (tense music)
- Anybody home?
What we have here is a Murphy's Law situation.
You know what that is?
(tense music continues)
You're old enough to know what Murphy's law is right, James?
(tense music continues)
- You know my name.
- Research.
Hey, Casey, sorry you got pulled into this.
(tense music continues)
So, Murphy's Law is this:
if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.
At the worst possible time.
Like this fucking moment.
- So I guess you didn't plan on me sending
two of your boys up in smoke, huh?
- Correct.
- Hey, you know my name. What am I supposed to call you?
- So, now it's a chess match?
- [James] Looks like that.
- You can call me Rook.
- More like Pawn.
- Listen, don't waste time.
Come out now.
It's not your money, okay?
Your kid is shot, he's got what?
What do you got, Casey? Maybe four hours?
Be smart.
You come out now and we'll get you to a hospital,
you got my word.
Come on, be smart.
- Look, don't bullshit me, we both know
you didn't do this plan to keep two witnesses alive.
And if you could blow these doors open,
you wouldn't be here negotiating with me.
My guess is Plan A went up with your boys.
- Bad choice. (light dramatic music)
Let's go.
(light dramatic music continues)
(tense music)
(Casey sighs)
- Was that guy right?
- If we open the doors, we're dead.
- Okay.
Yeah, you're right.
I'll take the chance.
He said he's been following us, right?
He's seen our ledger.
We don't carry that much this early.
- This doesn't make sense.
The armor piercing rounds, cell jammers.
Seven paramilitary units fighting over a hundred grand is...
a 14 grand split.
(case rustling)
(light dramatic music)
Shit.
- What the fuck?
- It's millions.
That's a whole lot of gold.
- Who does it belong to?
(gold clinking)
- It's millions.
That signia?
It's cartel.
I saw that on the force.
Okay, now we know.
(air hissing)
- What is that?
(dramatic music)
(air continues hissing)
- Tear gas?
(dramatic music continues)
(both coughing)
- Close your eyes.
(door thuds)
(air continues hissing)
(Casey gags)
(both coughing)
- The case, Dad.
Use the cases, us the foam in the case.
Hook it up.
Plug up all the vents.
(air continues hissing)
(both groaning)
(both coughing)
- It's still coming in.
- That rent-a-cop's some tough son of a bitch
to take that much gas.
- We're outta foam, Dad.
(both coughing)
(Casey coughs)
(light dramatic music continues)
(case thudding)
(both groaning)
- Think there's a chance that they just scorched
their lungs and passed out.
- Hey, Rook. That all you got?
Stay calm. A little gas?
- These fuckers must have plugged up the holes.
God...
This is a fucking shitshow.
(fist thuds) Hey!
James, you wanna know what a steel can
plus a bayou heat equals?
Two wannabe cops roasted by sundown!
- [James] Oh, by the way, I found the gold.
- Son of a bitch.
- Just wondering when you try to fence that
to some gang in Mexico, what's gonna happen
when they find out that it's cartel?
Think about that?
- James, James, listen!
You touch a coin in that fucking case,
and I promise you and your kid are gonna go down real hard.
- [James] Then I guess you better move fast.
(light dramatic music)
- Get the drill.
Get the drill!
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
♪ Where we met be ♪
♪ Water let the... ♪
- Cut that shit out!
- What is your problem, man?
- Your voice, Tex.
Keep it in your mouth.
This goddamn world's ugly enough as it is.
- You could've made me slip a wing nut,
and then where'd we be?
- How much longer?
- Well, Mama always said you can get it done faster
or you can get it done right.
- Yeah?
Well, if you don't crack that truck open soon
I'm gonna crack you open.
(tense music)
Fucking shitshow.
- Asshole.
Just saying, I managed to sing at the 44 Club.
What do you listen to, Warrant?
Fucking Marilyn Manson?
Shit.
- Yeah, the heat's getting to him.
Couple more hours out here and he's gonna turn on us.
- No, he'll be all right.
- Bullshit, Rook.
- He'll be all right, relax.
- That's bullshit.
He is this close to going postal
because the last score didn't go like this.
You sold us on a snatch and grab.
Throw some fireworks at the door, tase the drivers
and then book it to Mexico.
- You don't have the stomach for this,
then leave while you can.
[Rook] Let's go!
(Casey sighs)
- Sarah would be pissed if she saw this scar.
I mean, they say chicks dig scars,
but this is fucking crazy.
- Let's just get you back to Sarah now, okay?
We gotta clean that out, it's festering.
- Here.
- No, it's an infection,
we have to take care of that infection.
We're gonna need some alcohol.
- I don't mean to tempt you, Dad,
but I would kill for some moonshine right now.
- What about vodka?
- That would work too, but I don't think there's
gonna be any vodka in here. - I got a thermos
full of vodka.
(birds chirping)
- It's gonna be all right.
Calm down, all right?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- [Smoke] Sure .
- Fucking lunatic.
(birds continue chirping)
- Dad, you've been drinking again.
- I never, I never really stopped.
I...
I tried, I, I did, I just...
You know, I filled that thermos every day,
and I'd go tell addicts to keep clean and I was...
- All this time you've just been lying to me?
(James sighs) (light music)
- I tried.
Your mother and I just, you, you wouldn't understand.
- Don't say that, don't say...
I remember more than you know.
(woman singing with guitar)
(woman singing with guitar continues)
- This is so humiliating.
- What?
Kidding me?
These people, they'd give the right arm to be able
to camp next to a gator's nest.
Your left ankle. - Oh.
- Your elbow. - Elbow.
- [James] Your wife.
- Hey! (laughs)
Well, most people aren't stuffed in a cop car.
We look like criminals.
- I think this is sweet.
I think I'm riding shotgun into a raid.
- My man Case.
See? Respects the old man's job.
Somebody does in this car.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Mother has a total disrespect for the law.
- [Trisha] Oh, it's dark as pitch out there.
- It is, there's no lights.
(engine rumbling)
(tires screeching)
That maniac.
- You're off duty.
- They can kill somebody.
- Dad, come on. - Look at him.
- Okay, you are off duty.
- I gotta talk to him, he's gotta slow down.
(sirens wailing) It's okay.
- Babe. - Two minutes, come on now.
(sirens continue wailing)
Hand me my gun?
Please. - No.
(glove compartment thuds)
Seriously? - He can hurt somebody.
(sirens continue wailing)
(suspenseful music)
All right, stay in the car.
(door thuds)
(suspenseful music)
License and registration.
- You don't look like a cop.
- License and registration, kid.
(crickets chirping)
You're going 100 in a 50, you aware of that?
- Yes sir. It won't happen again.
- Yeah?
See, I was in a good mood because I'm taking
my family camping and then I got in a bad mood
when you rocketed past us.
I wanna get in a good mood again.
So, Mr. Corey Marshon, if I find out
that you're going two miles over the speed limit anywhere
in this county, I'm taking you to jail.
Do you understand that?
- Yes, sir. - Slow down.
(crickets chirping)
(engine rumbling)
(door thuds)
We're on the move.
What?
- You said you wouldn't do this.
- It was a little stop, it's over.
He was driving a hundred miles an hour, he'd kill somebody.
- Dad, really?
- All right.
No more cop, I promise.
(crickets chirping)
Sorry.
(truck horn blares) (car crashing)
(sirens wailing) (muffled talking)
- [Dispatch] Yes, engine five is arriving.
(suspenseful music)
Dispatch requesting medvac at scene.
(sirens continue wailing) (somber music)
- Sir, are you okay?
Sir?
Guys, I need you to come down here.
Ma'am, can you hear me?
(muffled police radio chatter)
(sirens continue wailing)
(somber music continues)
-[Firefighter 2] You go on the other side.
-[Firefighter 1] Ma'am, are you all right ?
(somber music continues)
(helicopter whirring)
- I hated you.
I wished it was you.
I wished it was you instead of her.
I was so angry.
I must've went through 15 pillows I punched 'em so hard.
And we told you, Dad.
We told you not to stop, just keep driving,
but you just had to turn on those lights.
Just had to turn on those lights.
But you didn't drive that truck into Mom.
And you need to stop punishing yourself
for something that you had no control over.
She wouldn't want that.
I think it's just, it hurts,
it hurts to admit she's gone because of a stupid accident.
- We gotta move and we gotta this thermos.
(tense music)
(drill whirring)
(tense music continues)
(drill continues whirring)
Just gotta find something we can get through that latch.
(drill continues whirring)
(metal clinks)
(tense music continues)
(drill continues whirring)
(metal clatters)
(James grunts)
Over there.
No, turn your head.
There's still gas in that, get back.
(drill continues whirring)
(metal clinking)
(metal clatters)
-[Rook] Okay.
Keep it going.
(metal clinking)
(James groans)
- More. More.
(Casey groans)
(Casey grunts)
- Okay, all right.
(metal clattering)
- That does not look good.
(drill continues whirring)
- [Smoke] This is taking forever.
- I don't think he's bluffing.
Those doors look like they're about to pop already.
- How many bullets you got?
- Dropped my gun on the bridge,
all I got left is a bug zapper.
Here.
(drill continues whirring)
(sparks zapping)
- We can make these tasers work I think,
then we cut it to two.
- Yeah, yeah, just two heavily armed pros
with armor-piercing bullets.
I'm sure our bare hands are more than enough against that.
What are you doing?
- Unless... (light dramatic music)
We got a lighter and some high-proof alcohol.
Let's even the odds.
- Dad, a Molotov in this tight space, I mean, it's suicide.
My leg's covered in that stuff.
One little mistake and we'll all go up.
- Now let's get some air.
(tense music)
Can you make it?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Come on.
(Casey groans)
- She's gonna crack any second!
(drill continues whirring)
(tense music continues)
[Smoke] It's gonna crack any second!
- Stop! Stop!
Please!
[Casey] Please stop, I can't take this anymore!
- [Rook] Cut it.
What'd you say?
- [Casey] I can't take it anymore.
I'll come out, okay?
I'll come out.
I need to get to a hospital.
Just take me to a hospital, please.
(metal screeches)
- [Smoke] The kid's doing an act.
- [Casey] Please, stop.
(suspenseful music)
Take me to a hospital, please.
- [Rook] All right.
- What do we do?
- The kid's doing an act.
Don't you go soft belly on me now.
- This is not your show, you get it?
Are we clear on that?
- You're gonna let these two fuckers out?
Keep that shit going!
Now!
- Our time doubles with a homicide,
so we're gonna try every chance we can.
Work with me, man.
(suspenseful music)
Checkmate, James.
There's only one way outta this thing
where you're still breathing.
Hey Casey, three seconds to open up the door.
(suspenseful music)
One.
Two.
Three!
Go get the C4 in the van, go on.
(fire whooshes) (Tex screams)
(dramatic music)
(Tex screams) (dramatic music continues)
(taser zapping) (Smoke groans)
(gun bangs) (James groans)
- [James] Holy fuck. (fire whooshing)
(light dramatic music)
- [Casey] Come on!
(gun bangs)
- Don't miss your chance, 'cause it's closing.
Closing fast.
Come on, kid, don't be stupid.
You can still walk away with your life,
you just gotta open up.
- What about my dad?
- He's already marked his grave,
don't bring yourself down with him.
- You know, I'd like to trust you,
but let's face it, besides everything else,
you're all really bad fucking liars.
- Open the fucking hatch!
We're gonna get in there one way or the other,
that I can promise you.
(ominous music)
(Smoke groans)
- Motherfuckers, you fucking amateurs!
(gun banging)
- Have you lost your fucking mind!
- These two are dead!
- If you keep firing with that impact blast,
you're gonna tear through us first!
- Yeah, you know, you really are the motherfucker
of all jinxes, do you know that?
Who did the scouting? - I did,
you psychotic asshole.
I'm the only reason you know about this score!
- Oh, yeah, and this job has been a fucking disaster!
(gun clicks)
- Ask yourself what you want more,
the money or a bullet in your head.
- Our demo guy's all over the bridge,
our driller's toast and this little bitch
won't even let me smoke these two rent-a-cops.
You better come up with something,
you cocksucking bastard.
- Is that a threat?
- How long have we known each other, huh?
A dozen years?
That's not a threat, my friend.
Call it a forewarning.
(Echo coughs)
- You all right? - Yeah. Yeah.
- Let's get this thing over with.
- This fucking guy.
- Are you hit?
- [Casey] I don't think so.
- Thank god that guy can't shoot for shit.
(hand thuds)
- All good in there?
Tensions are running high.
You might say we're at a stalemate.
Agreed?
- What do you want?
- What do I want?
If I had guys like you on my side,
this job would've been over hours ago.
There's only one way out, Casey.
Don't take too long.
(light dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
- It's getting hotter in here.
We're gonna be cooking in another hour.
Drink it.
- I'm fine.
- I'm not asking.
Come on.
(light dramatic music continues)
(water sloshing)
Do you believe in miracles?
- No.
There's good luck and there's bad luck, that's it.
- Finish it then.
- Case.
Thank you.
(light dramatic music continues)
(birds chirping)
(light dramatic music continues)
(frogs croaking)
- Yeah, it'll cool off.
- Radio's still silent.
- How long do you think it'll stay that way?
- Well it's a hail-fucking-Mary miracle
we haven't been picked up yet.
I say we move.
- And do what?
- Ram that truck off the bridge.
- Yeah. - Those doors will
bust open easy.
- Just lose the gold in the river, yeah.
- Depending on the depth, yeah.
I mean, I can swim.
Can you, Jinx?
- Hey, they're gonna run out of air soon enough, okay?
- That old man would be dead if you didn't pull your shot.
Part of me thinks you want him to live.
- It's the last fucking time with this guy.
It's the last time.
(birds chirping)
- We never had problems like this when it was just us.
- We never went after this much fucking money.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- We never lost anyone before either.
I say we drop the whole lot, take the gold for ourselves.
(light dramatic music)
- Can you move your toes?
(Casey groans)
- Yeah, yeah.
- That's good.
Case...
I'm sorry.
You were right.
I haven't been there for you and,
I mean, I should have been.
You were for me, and you coulda cut out
at any time, you didn't.
- What kind of dad would I be if I did that?
Hey.
If we do get outta here, you gotta stick around,
be a grandpa for a little bit.
I know these last six years were a lie, but
I need these next six months to be straight.
Can you do that?
- Yeah.
I promise you.
- What the fuck is it gonna take to break these two?
- They will soon.
- (chuckles) When?
When the APB's out on us?
Come on, let's waste these assholes now.
- Soon.
- You really want sirens on our ass
to the border, don't you?
- You know, we could find a different score
that doesn't involve murder.
- You are a fucking piece of work, you know that?
You're gonna back out now, hmm?
And you.
You, my friend, have lost it.
- The plan was, and is, they don't die.
- After everything that's happened.
- I'm not bringing any more fucking heat,
what's with you?
You going crazy?
- I'm gonna get that gold no matter what.
(suspenseful music)
(static buzzing)
(gun bangs) (dramatic music)
- Now what?
(dramatic music continues)
- This is my show now.
(suspenseful music)
My way now.
(suspenseful music) (tires screeching)
(James grunts)
(dramatic music) (tires squealing)
- [Casey] These guys are fucking crazy.
- They're gonna push us off the bridge.
(tense music)
(engine revving)
Don't move.
(engine revs) (tires squealing)
(tense music continues)
(air hissing)
(liquid dripping)
(suspenseful music)
(Smoke yells) (can clattering)
(explosion booms) (dramatic music)
(water splashing)
(Casey groans)
(somber music)
(water splashing)
(somber music continues)
(both grunting)
(somber music continues)
- Hold on!
(Casey groans)
(water bubbling) (ethereal music)
(water splashing)
(James groans)
(water splashing)
(ethereal music continues)
(both groaning)
Stop, stop, stop!
Listen to me, listen to me.
You did everything you could, okay?
We're both gonna die if you stay here.
Just go.
We're both gonna die, just go.
(Casey groans)
(James grunts)
(water splashing)
Dad, I can't.
I can't, just go, just go.
(James grunting) (Casey groans)
(water bubbling)
(emotional music continues)
(water splashing)
(water bubbling)
(emotional music continues)
(water splashing)
(emotional music continues)
Dad.
(emotional music continues)
(both grunting)
(water splashing)
(emotional music continues)
(James grunts)
- Come on.
(both groaning)
(both panting)
Let me catch my breath, and then I'll get you home.
I'll get you home.
(water splashing) (Smoke yells)
(dramatic music)
(fist thuds) (water splashing)
(dramatic music continues)
(water splashing)
(suspenseful music)
(gun bangs)
(water splashing)
(water trickling)
(light country music)
(water splashing)
(light country music continues)
Come on.
(Casey groans)
(light country music continues)
Lean on it for a sec.
Sit down. - You're survivors.
- What are you gonna do now, huh?
What are you gonna do?
- I'm not a killer.
Not in my nature.
I'm done.
- What does that mean?
- It means what it means, James.
- What are you asking?
- When those cops show up in a minute, I was never here.
- You're aware I was a cop, right?
- Ain't nobody's perfect.
- You all right with that, Case?
(Casey breathes heavily)
- Thanks.
(light country music continues)
(blues music playing)
(blues music continues)
- Drive. (engine rumbling)
- Come on.
(blues music continues)
(sirens wailing)
(helicopter whirring)
(birds chirping)
(light rock music)
(rock music continues)
(light dramatic music)
(light dramatic music continues)
(music ends)