Overrun

Yuri!

Yuri, come on!

Ah!

Yuri!

You're not going anywhere!

Going somewhere?

This wasn't the deal.

Ray was supposed to be here in person!

I'm sorry, I thought I made myself clear.

We represent Ray's interests.

Now, uh... key, please.

Ah, Yuri.

Ah!

No!

Didn't have to be that way.

Here.

Holy fuck!

If... if you kill me,

you're never going to get what you want.

You want to make a deal with Ray face to face?

Here's is your chance.

Hey, Tommy.

I got a whole box of them in the car for you.

Come on! Yeah!

Oh, yeah! Come on!

Hey!

Oh!

Whoo!

How you doing? All right.

- Hey, Ray. - How you doin', Bobby?

I thought you quit.

- I thought you quit. - I did.

Back on the floor. I got it from here.

Okay, Ray.

- You can't make me talk. - We'll see about that.

What do you two think you're doing?

I'm doing what you said.

What the fuck?

Did I say to kill anybody?

Maybe I did.

Sorry, pal.

This is all a big misunderstanding.

Perhaps I didn't make it clear I had no intention

of being present during the handoff.

We had a deal, the case in exchange for the money

that you lost gambling in my casino.

I'm a self-made man, Yuri, just like you.

You made it clear you wanted to leave your-your father out of this.

So I give you high marks for your...

gallant attempt at doing what's right.

I'm aware your father is not gonna make good on your gambling debts.

So I brought you here to renegotiate.

Man to man. Mano a mano.

So... I'm listening.

What?

What the fuck did he say?

He said you're a dead man.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am very much alive.

I'm not that easy to kill.

We're all friends here.

So I'm sure you're gonna tell me where the real case is.

You do that,

and I'll let you live to see another day.

Yeah.

Boka, Boka, Boka, Boka!

Basta, basta.

The case is in a safe in the mausoleum.

622 West Tomas Street.

See? That wasn't so hard, was it, huh?

Yeah?

I'm listening.

What's he saying now?

Even if we get past the men, we'll never get in the safe.

We'll see about that, won't we?

Dispose of the body, make it look like a robbery.

You said you'd let me go.

You misunderstood.

I said I would let you live for another day.

Get me Lombardi.

Let's have some fun, shall we?

- Hey, hey! - What? Shit.

Sorry.

Did I wake you again?

I mean,

who needs an alarm clock

when I have this every morning?

Yeah.

- What time's your shift today? - No.

- No, what? - No free food.

Who said anything about free food?

Reyna...

Besides, I can't make it to the restaurant today anyways.

I got some work to take care of.

Work?

I thought you were done with that shit.

You know Mom would be rolling in her grave if she knew you were still doing that type of work.

I know.

But just remember why I'm doing this, Reyna.

- Marcus... - Just...

Just don't.

I'm gonna go put some clothes on.

Jeez.

Is it just me?

I'm cold.

- Detectives. - Hey.

What do we got?

Male. Caucasian.

I gotta take this, I'm sorry.

- What? - I'm gonna be back in the car. You got this.

- Dobbs here. - This way.

I'm at the crime scene now...

The victim was found about five hours ago.

- I thought you quit those. - Oh. I haven't smoked for six months.

Doesn't count as long as you don't light the damn thing.

Yeah, right.

What do we got?

Oh, yeah, it's a run-of-the-mill mugging.

Poor sap got shot in the stomach.

But look, there's no blood. That's weird, right?

Oh, and look, there's-there's restraints on his wrists.

What do you think?

He was dumped, meatball.

Sorry.

Hey, excuse me.

- Hi, Officer... - Burke.

Burke. Yeah.

Can you take him to the pathologist

and get the DNA run for him? Thanks.

You got it, Detective.

Let's hope you do a better job than Detective Walsh here.

Walsh.

Smoke that, man, your mind's turned to mush.

Detective, we'll let you know what we find.

- Do you mind if I smoke? - I do.

Hey!

Is that your, uh, is that your pal Walsh over there?

- What'd he do now? - It's nothing.

Just Walsh being Walsh.

Don't ask, don't tell, okay.

I like the guy. He tries really hard, but...

just not good at it, like my pops.

That's not why I'm upset, though.

- No? - No.

Mikhail Zoltoff is over there.

Ah.

So immediately your mind goes into overdrive

and you jump and...

I mean, you've had that Ray Barren on your dart board for as long as I can remember.

Let me remind you, Blake, nothing sticks to that guy.

Not now, not last time...

What was the name of that girl last time? Rihanna?

- Reyna. - Reyna.

Ooh, she's a pretty girl.

Wonder what she's doing now.

Why don't you, uh, let this all go.

Take the file, you put it in a box on a shelf underneath a lot of other boxes

and you... you forget about it, all right?

Listen, I need your car.

It's nice and warm in here.

And I'm gonna need it for a little bit.

We don't need anymore manic spells from you, okay?

'Cause, buddy, you go kinda nuts.

Thanks for your help.

- Mr. Barren? - Yeah?

Keep an eye on table two.

Yes, boss.

Marcus, my boy, how are you?

What do you want?

Come on.

Is that the thanks I get for taking care of you

after the military fucked you up?

- What do you need, Ray? - I've got a job for you.

It's a little complicated, but nothing you can't handle.

I need you to bring me this... this case

that's locked in a safe.

I'm not a safe cracker, Ray.

You were an extraction specialist

with the Delta Force, weren't you?

I mean, if something needed to be retrieved using unconventional means,

you were the man to call.

At least you were.

By the way...

Marcus!

How's that lovely sister of yours?

- Don't fucking mention her. - Stop.

You're embarrassing yourself.

You... you act like your hands are clean, but they're not.

You act like the hero, because you're not.

You think I'm reasonable, but I'm not.

You work for me, that leaves nothing off the table.

- That includes your sister who I seem to remember... - Ray...

...laid with me once or twice on some table.

Well, should I ask Boka to go grab her?

Huh? Third time's the charm.

Just tell me where the fucking case is.

That's where things get complicated.

Of course they do.

- No way. - I told you,

- it's complicated. - It's suicide!

Or freedom. For you.