The Last Days of American Crime

You gotta thank me.

I went to five stations before I found one still selling diesel.

I know what you're thinking.

"Why did that stupid motherfucker go to all that trouble to find diesel?"

"Wouldn't regular have done the job?"

There's a reason.

It burns much slower.

Fuck you, man!

My boys find you, they're gonna fuck you up!

Careful now.

You gotta try harder to be my friend.

Your money's gone, Bricke.

And after what you did here today,

the Dumois family is never gonna stop hunting you.

Who told you?

Okay, okay.

Okay, man, okay! Okay!

Okay!

It was your boy.

What boy?

Johnny Dee.

He gave you up...

for one more taste.

Bad company you keep, man.

Hey, Bricke.

You don't have to do this, man.

Easy now.

Fuck you!

We don't know how much gasoline is on your lips...

to light up.

But there's enough in this tub.

So if you stay real still,

maybe this will burn itself out on your face.

Hey, Bricke!

Bricke, man!

You motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

The President himself has confirmed

that the US has indeed been involved

in the final stages of deploying the American Peace Initiative

across the country.

Yo, get your clothes off!

The API is described as a signal

that acts as a synaptic blocker,

making it impossible for anyone to perform an act

they know to be unlawful.

Once live, the API signal promises to influence criminal activity

on a national scale.

Have your documents ready.

No one will be allowed to pass without proper identification.

America, one week left to make your own choices.

One week before the government climbs into your head and takes the wheel.

In the face of it, most people just lay down and give up.

Others will still try anything to get out of this shit town.

Freedom, so close, just across the bridge. Canada.

But most people will die

before they ever see the red-and-white flag.

One year ago, Bricke and his crew were golden.

They hit banks hard and fast,

and they were damn good at it.

Bricke was their fearless leader.

But they didn't run this city.

That honor belonged to the Dumois crime family.

So long as the Dumois got their cut,

they left him alone.

Bricke's only weakness was his brother, Rory.

He was the heart of the group,

and he was about to do his first stretch in prison.

-To Rory! - Rory!

- - Rory!

Gotta keep your head down.

Keep to yourself. You're out in six months.

Would you relax? We're supposed to be celebrating.

In six months, I'll probably be running that joint.

Yeah?

Prison doesn't change you.

It shows you who you already are.

Don't play tough with me.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm tougher than you think,

so fuck you.

You listen to me.

We survive...

because we have each other.

Hey, I'm proud of you.

In Dallas, Texas, today,

one of the worst terrorist attacks on US soil.

The government had been working on the API signal in secret labs for years.

Now they decided it was time to start testing on the real world.

- - Thirty seconds!

It wasn't till six months ago that they got their first taste.

Dude.

We have a problem here.

We have to get out of here. Come on. Take the money!

Let's go.

- Go, go, go! -

Go! Go!

The government was learning,

tuning their little box of horrors,

playing Jesus with people's brains,

and we were all their guinea pigs.

The test was short, but it hit them hard enough

to understand that something was coming.

Something bad.

Bricke!

Bricke, Bricke, Bricke.

I got this.

Yeah, I'm talking to you, Bricke.

Where's my money?

Hmm?

Where's my money?

Bricke hid the money and lied, said he lost it.

Seven million.

Just enough to escape to Canada

before the Dumois got around to killing them all.

All right, everybody out. Come on.

Get the fuck out! Come on.

Move! All right. Come on, lady.

What's wrong, man?

It was a good plan until Rory killed himself in prison,

and Johnny Dee sold them out.

No money. Nowhere to go.

End of the line.

No one will be allowed to pass without proper identification.

Move in an orderly fashion.

I can't see him.

We've been here for an hour. Come on.

I told you I can't fucking see him.

-Fuck you, keep a lookout. -Yeah, fuck me.

-No, not fuck me. Actually, it's fuck you. -Shut up.

Jesus, where is this motherfucker?

-Wait, I think I see-- -

- -

- -

Hey, Bricke.

Remember the rules?

Come on, Bricke.

I mean, everything's just so upside down, right?

Well, look who's back.

A couple of Dumois have been sniffing around recently.

-You might not want to let them find you. -I know.

Joe Hickey...

our very own Dr. Kevorkian.

Thank you very much.

Sit down.

I need something from you.

It's something bad.

And fast.

Bad and fast.

I have things that'll hurt permanently to death,

if that's what you want.

Uh...

I got...

This is some Soviet shit,

and I'm not talking about bunny-hugging Perestroika bullshit.

I'm talking about basement-level, Soviet, melt-your-fucking-brain shit.

I don't know anyone who has survived the neurotoxin collateral damage.

It's lethal.

It's four grand,

and that's my cost.

Please tell me that this is not for your own use.

Prior to this, fights have been erupting all day

between pro-API nationalists and protesters.

A local state of emergency has been declared...

There are some women in the world who change the way the air is in a room.

There are some women in the world worth killing for...

and just a few worth dying for.

Police were forced to use tear gas

to try and disperse earlier crowds in which many arrests have been made.