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and his stomach

actually dissolved.

You tell JP not to pay,

or you say anything wrong,

this is all going

down your throat.

- JP.

- Mikey?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, listen,

I got the money, okay.

Did they f***ing hurt you again?

Don't worry about me.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Just pay him and when this is over

we'll go play some video games.

On me.

- Ye... yeah, okay.

- Alright, that's enough.

Video games?

You were always a p*ssy.

Wait, why would he say that?

What did he say?

Video games.

He's trying to tell me something.

Like what?

- Sure you wanna do this?

- No.

I'm still stuck

on this arcade thing.

I don't think that meant anything, man.

- He said, "On me."

- Alright, where does that lead you?

Mikey used to always go

to an arcade after school.

And he'd throw quarters

to his friends sometimes too,

but he never gave me any.

Except this one time.

When my Uncle Rich

killed himself.

Came home from school and he'd

shot himself in the face.

Mikey he didn't want me to see,

so he gave me some quarters,

told me to go to the arcade.

Alright, so,

what does that mean?

I don't know. I...

I think he's trying to tell me,

something bad is gonna happen.

Like they're gonna kill him anyways,

just stay away.

F***ing-A, they're gonna kill you both.

Mikey, f***.

F***, f***, f***.

Eddie.

Mikey got out of his chair.

He's...

Look, he's passed out right now,

but he stabbed me

a bunch of times, man.

I'm bleeding pretty bad.

Okay, okay, yeah, yeah.

I'll tie him back up.

Yeah.

Money in a suitcase.

Bring it to 4150 South Street.

There will be a phone there

waiting there for you in Wendy's bag.

I'll tell you where to go next.

If we think you're

coming with cops,

we'll f***ing shoot you.

I wanna talk to him

one more time.

- No more stalling.

- Put him on the phone.

We already gave

you proof of life.

It's time to make the trade.

F*** you, put him on the phone.

You're worried about getting

stabbed by a little scrub,

meanwhile $350,000

almost walks out the f***ing door.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So, what do we do now?

What do we do?

We raise the stakes.

Don't talk, b*tch.

Drive.

- Come on.

- Dad, what's going on?

Alexis?

- Alexis?

- See what you made me do, Mikey?

If you'd just stayed in that chair,

none of this would have had to happen.

You're a dead man,

you mother f***er.

A f***ing dead man.

Alexis.

- No, no, no, let me go!

- It's gonna be alright.

Everything's going

to be alright.

JP Lindell.

I work for Eddie King.

Mister King would like to have lunch

with you today.

Yeah, what the f*** does

Eddie want to see me about?

He has a solution

to your problem.

Ronnie's Barbecue, 1:00 o'clock.

That's why it's lunch

at a public place.

See, he knows you can't touch him there.

- I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

- And you're gonna get life.

You can't do sh*t.

What does he want?

How the f*** should I know?

Just like you can't touch him,

he can't touch you.

- Not at Ronnie's.

- F***.

Hey, you made it.

Come on.

It's time to settle this.

You need to take this opportunity now

to free your brother, once and for all.

'Cause he ain't gonna make it

if you don't.

F*** you, Eddie.

Uncle Eddie, and there's no reason

for that kinda talk.

Didn't your mom teach you boys

to speak with distinction?

Now I'm here because a long time ago,

your brother and I were friends.

You were never friends.

You used him up.

You f***ed the bulk of his life

before he had a chance to live it.

What do you want?

Well, I heard about what

happened from some cops,

who all said to pay that money,

the 350 large.

You're worth a lot of money, JP.

You probably owe some

of that to your brother

for making sure

you stayed on track.

Yeah. I do.

What the f*** do you want?

Well, your brother

owes me his life.

I made him, he made you.

So I figure you owe me.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Well, with that kinda money,

you should pay some respects.

Some tribute.

You want me to just

hand over $350,000.

Two hundred

and we'll call it even.

Go f*** yourself,

I don't owe you sh*t.

You know the secret to making

a great Bloody Mary?

You gotta have the right

amount of Worcestershire

to the right amount of celery.

JP, Have you seen

your niece recently?

What did you say?

Yeah, your junkie niece,

what was her name?

Alexis?

I heard she went missing.

You know with Mikey tied up,

you're probably the only thing

that girl's got to a father.

So you might wanna

look into where she is.

What the f***

are you telling me?

Maybe check with her junkie friends.

Not that I wanna tell you

how to conduct your business

but she is a pretty little girl.

A little trashy for my taste.

A little young.

No, actually, she's a good age.

Are you threatening to hurt my niece

you f***ing piece of sh*t?

No.

I'm just encourage you to find out

where she is.

The street's a dangerous place.

Alright, look, I'll be at the back

of Bones Billiards tonight.

You ask for Luca

at the back door.

And you make sure that

you bring the money,

that your brother owes me,

and then you will fix this.

Alright, now I'm not

hungry but...

lunch is on me.

Alexis, it's your uncle, JP.

You gotta call me, okay.

As soon as you can,

I'm really worried about you.

Please, please call me.

Vicki!

Alexis!

Vicki?

Vicki?

Vicki? Vicki?

Oh, f***! Vicki?

Lizzie! Lizzie!

What's going on?

Quick, get a bucket.

Lizzie!

- Get a bucket.

- Okay.

Vicki, Vicki.

- Vicki.

- We gotta flush her out.

Okay, come on.

Wake up, come on.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Wake up. Okay, she's breathing.

Quick hurry.

There you go.

They took Alexis.

They're gonna kill her.

What are you doing?

JP, you can't just give it to them, okay?

The cops aren't going to stop them,

somebody has to.

And you're gonna stop them.

What are you going to do?

You're telling me the world wouldn't be

better off without Eddie King?

Oh, sh*t, come on.

He's not going to stop, Lizzie.

First it was Mikey, then Alexis.

Who's next, you, the baby?

- Let's just go.

- Go?

Yes, let's get outta here.

Leave the city.

- Go where?

- California?

- France, anywhere.

- And run? Hide?

No, this is my home.

This is our home.

Katrina didn't run us out;

neither will Eddie King.

I'm gonna get my brother back.

Have you lost your f***ing mind?

And what are

my options, run, hide?

It's a better option than

trying to kill Eddie King.

You want me to just

give him the money?

He still might kill you anyway.

He's always got muscle around him.

What are you going to do?

You gonna kill

three, four guys

just to get to him?

Yeah. You're right.

Hey, Sal.

Thanks for everything, huh?

Mikey!

They took Alexis.

You gotta get outta here.

If you gave him that money,

they were gonna

kill the both of us.

He will hunt us down if we run.

You know that.

Look, I tried to protect

you from all of this.

It's my turn

to protect you, big bro.

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