Black Rabbit

- All right, here we go. - What the fuck. What are we doin'?

What the fuck are we doin'? I just quit my job. It was a good job.

Which you hated. Just keep drinking. You might even need shots.

Why aren't you worried? Right? Ten years. We just signed a ten-year lease.

- $30,000 a month. - We're gonna be fine.

- It's ten years. - It's not a prison sentence, you know?

We don't have a chef.

Or a bartender. Don't hear me whining like a fuckin' bitch. Shut up.

Maybe… maybe what I do, I just… I convince him to pay the deposit back.

God, you're so inspiring. It's like you never say die. You know?

I'm gonna get you hammered. Anna, can we please have some shots?

Who's paying, Vince?

- This guy. - Yeah. In the red hat.

Listen. Listen to me.

So you, like, design music videos?

Yeah, I've done a few. I did that one.

For him?

Yeah. You like him?

Sure, yeah.

The last album was better than this one.

Do you like my music?

Yeah, I do.

- Really? - Yeah.

Cool.

What was his name? Sebastian or somethin'?

We get him to run the door. That guy, the eye on him…

Have you ever seen his girlfriend?

I cannot believe you've never tried one of these by the way.

- You have to get me her number. - Anna, who's your chef here?

- I don't think you're her type. - She's dead?

She doesn't have a pulse? Can you bring her out?

I'll be on my best behavior. I'd love to talk to her. Please?

- Thank you. - Holy shit.

Right? Did you put the wedge on it? The… the lemon wedge?

Yeah.

- Unbelievable. - Really, really good.

Yeah, man. That can wait.

Hey. Want a beer?

- No. - Come on.

- Some friends of mine wanna meet. - Really? Friends of yours?

- Yeah. - No.

Please, please, please, come on.

Please… Tony, can you take over here for a minute?

I knew following you was gonna pay off.

My god, anything. Anything you want, top of the line, you just ask me.

- Anything. What do you want? - Anything?

- What do… yes! - The whole fucking menu is mine.

- Yes. - I get to choose the whole thing?

Whatever… absolutely. Your people, your menu, your ideas.

- Your imagination. - Fuck.

You gotta see the place. What estelle's gonna do, it's gonna blow your mind.

Man, you don't…

- You don't even know me. - I can tell.

- Really? - I'm so good at this. I got a s…

I… I believe in you. I can see it.

- I can see you are gonna be fucking great. - Fuck.

I love you, man.

- I love you. - You're fucking crazy!

No, no, no, that's my brother.

"Call him."

- "He doesn't have to know it was you." - I'll know.

Fuck. I called it off. I called it off.

"Neither one of them listened to us."

"Does that surprise you?"

"You can tell yourself you didn't have a choice."

I call him…

I give him to you…

Gen, my family…

They're off limits.

"Call him."

Hey, Jake.

Yeah.

Is it true about Wes?

Yeah.

Fuck.

Yeah, I know.

Where are you, vin?

I'm leaving.

I'm on my way to the plank, and then…

… then I'm gone.

How's gen? You got her?

Yeah. Yeah.

She'll be fine.

She's safe?

Thank you, buddy.

This is me.

It's my train. I gotta go.

Hey.

Hey. Bye, vin.

I'm sorry I got you into this, buddy.

I'll see ya.

Not this time.

Now you let her go.

Hey.

I meant what I said. Don't fuck him.

Don't.

At the tone, please record your message.

Vin, call me back.

Do not go to the plank. Do you hear? Do not go to the plank.

They're comin' for you. They're comin'.

Jake, I'm sorry.

I told you. I told you to go to val.

- I know. - Go to her now.

- Go to her now. - I will.

You should've fucking listened to me! Fuck.

Come on!

Fuckin' move! Hey!

Come on!

Go, you fucker!

Matt?

Matt?

Come on.

Shit! Sorry.

- Fuck. Sorry. - Damn.

- What the fuck, man? - Sorry. I'm sorry.

- My god! You almost killed me, man. - Did you not hear me yellin' your name?

… holy crap.

I'm so sorry.

Don't do that.

Well, fuckin'… I'm yellin' your name. Look what I got.

- I didn't fucking hear you. - Got those car keys?

Give me those car keys. Thank you.

Yo, no, no. Back up. Easy, Vince. Easy.

All the way to the fuckin' bar. All the way to the bar.

That's right. Keep goin'.

Have a seat in that fuckin' chair right there.

Sit down.

You didn't need to do that.

He said, "yeah, I know."

Whatever you heard, I didn't have any choice.

He doesn't care.

Fuckin' hell.

Yeah, you. You!

Fuckin' asshole.

My brother tell you I was here?

He says do you know why it was him your mother called that night

to clean up your mess?

He says, "did you know that we were close?"

Hey, man, if he's gonna tell me that he fucked my mom,

can you tell him to just skip that? That can't be my last thing.

He says, "you were always funny."

"Never took anything seriously."

"Neither did junior."

"You two have a lot in common".

He says, "do you know what I did with your father?"

"I brought him here, and I tossed him down those back stairs."

"Just another drunk takin' a tumble."

Can I have one last drink? Can you ask him if I can have one last drink?

Can I have one last drink? One last drink and one line?

Can I have one… one pop, one bump?

I just go out my way, you know, and then I won't fight it.

Please?

"What do you want?"

Thank you.

Black label.

Black label down at the end of the bar. Thank you.

Black label.

You lucky fuck.

Thank you. You got a… you have a card and a bill?

You want one of these?

- Sure. A little one. - Thanks for doing this.

I can't believe he's fucking allowing this. Jesus.

You know, I couldn't give a shit about your family tree,

but junior was like my brother.

So when he's done with you,

I'm gonna go after Jake.

Vin!

Get the fuck in!

Jesus!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Drive!

Asshole!

- You fuckin' rat. - Rat?

- You sold me out. - You calling me a rat?

Yeah. What the fuck else could I call you? You sold me out, right?

He was gonna kill gen.

What? You were supposed to get her out of town.

- She's still here? - I told her to go. She wouldn't leave.

Jesus. Thanks for fuckin' nothing. Unbeliev…

- That just cost you this car. Pull over. - Fuck off. What did you want me to do?

The one goddamn thing I asked you to do!

They had a gun pointed at her head, vin.

Says who? Pull the fucking car over. I'm takin' it.

Trying to call the cops on me?

Fuck off. I'm trying to help, you idiot!

- Fucking idiot. - Pull the fucking car over, Jake.

- Fucking idiot. - Pull it over. Pull it over.

- There! - Get the fuck outta the car.

- You listening? - Get out.

You fucking listening me?

- Get outta the goddamn car. - I told her to go.

- What difference would it have made? - Get out… I'll fucking…

Right? They're gonna come for her.

She's still in the firing line because of you. Fuck you.

- Get the fuck... - get outta the car!

Get outta the fucking car! Get the fuck out.

- Get the fuck off my suit. - Get the fuck out.

Fucker.

Give me the keys. Where are the fucking keys?

- I got the keys. - Give me the keys.