A Dangerous Man

- Hey, babe, it's me. - Hey, baby doll.

Yeah, I am in the car already. Are you on your way?

Yep, I am almost there.

OK. I will see you soon.

- I love you, babe. - I love you too.

Out of the fucking car, bitch. Now.

Shane?

Shane.

You OK?

Come back, I am going to kill you, bitch. No. Shane? Don't leave me.

You hunted him down,

just like you used to hunt down the enemy on the battlefield.

You're a trained killer who went after the stupid son of a bitch

who went after your wife. Admit it.

Shane.

I don't know what you're talking about. You got the wrong man.

That's bullshit. We checked your past.

You were Special Forces. Someone took this guy apart.

Look at you. Now you're just a murderer.

What the hell happened to you?

The guy carjacked my wife. I chased him off.

It doesn't mean I killed him.

You're going away for a long time, tough guy.

- Yeah, where he's at. - Come on, bitch.

- Yo, what's up, man? - Son of a bitch.

I am sorry, so very sorry.

I know I promised to wait for you, but I can't wait any longer.

It's been 6 years, I need to move on.

I need to get my life back.

I love you so much, Shane.

Get out of here, Daniels. Big day's tomorrow.

Counsel, I take it that you're ready?

We are, Your Honor. I believe you have our recommendation in front of you?

As you have read, the prosecution has filed for a dismissal of charges

against my client, and, because of that, we will expect certain details

to be included in the record when his record is expunged.

And what are those?

That a weapon, one that matches the ballistics profile

of the one used in the initial murder,

was recovered in the possession of another subject.

That the DNA of said subject matches the DNA that was recovered

in the initial murder investigation.

All of this was brought to light with the help of Project Innocence.

And that DNA was never admitted into the original trial?

OK. I find sufficient evidence to support a dismissal

of any and all charges against the defendant.

Also, the state will award Mr. Daniels $300,000.

$50,000 for each year Mr. Daniels was erroneously incarcerated.

I trust you are satisfied with that, Mr. Daniels?

Your Honor, I gave 14 years of my life to the military,

6 years hard time in a federal penitentiary.

I don't know why you people think that money can replace a life.

There are no words to describe what it's like when you're

an innocent man in prison, sitting there and waiting and hoping and praying

that this day will come.

I don't believe that money can buy back

my name, my reputation,

my wife, my family, and all that I lost.

Mr. Daniels, the court recognizes your grief

and we sympathize with your loss...

I don't want your money. I want my life back.

Take him to the safe house.

A nice lady like you needs a nice car like this.

Come on, I will take you for a ride.

Come on, get in.

This car's worth more than you can trade. Look here, it's a great deal.

Tonight, right now. Get in.

You should shut your mouth for one fucking second and listen.

That's why you're slipping, dawg.

Yo. Want to buy some wheels?

Naw, man, you know... I don't know, how much?

How much? For this classic car?

Tell you what: I like your face, so...

- How about everything you got? - Everything I have got?

Look, man, you want to jack me? Is that it?

- Yeah, that's it. - Let me tell you something.

I just got out of prison for something I didn't do, and, before that,

I used to, like, you know, study real hard

and learned all kinds of different ways to kill motherfuckers just like you.

This motherfucker talking shit.

So let me go. Just let me go on by, or I will fuck you up ugly.

- "Fuck you up ugly," he says. - Both of us?

Tell me something. What's that mean, "Fuck you up ugly?"

It means your mama won't recognize you in your coffin.

Talking about my mama? Hand it over, motherfucker.

Put that shit away, boy, before somebody gets hurt.

Now count to 100, and get some help for those 2 fools.

- I am taking this car, bitch. - Bring it, motherfucker.

20, 21, 22...

What is this shit?

Come on.

OK, just pick a station, man. My ears are throwing up.

Just relax, man. I am just trying to find a good station.

Listen to DJ, man.

Look, I got to take a leak, Sergey. Pull over, man.

- Are you serious? - I am serious.

Man... You have always got to take a squirt, man.

- Dude, slow down, man. That was a cop. - Yeah. Yeah, I saw him.

Man, you better throw that out. We got an open container issue here.

Open con... We got a stolen car issue here, man.

I hope they did a good job on the VIN.

That's true. He's probably hammering a donut, anyway.

He didn't even look up when we passed.

Let me toss the rest of the empties out when we get to the rest stop, all right?

- Yeah. - I got to take a squirt. Come on.

Just pull over, man. There's a rest stop ahead.

Take a right. Take a right here.

I love you so much, Shane.

I am sure. Well, we won't talk, we won't talk.

No problem. Got that for you.

- You should go pee. - That's what I am going to do.

- Go put those in a can. - Yeah, I will do that.

Damn. You're luck... lucky I don't throw the glass one at you.

We have a 629, 2 males down, liquor store on Hastings.

Unit 5, please respond.

Potential suspects in black 300. Will approach.

Driver's license and registration?

No English. Sorry.

You? You speak English?

OK, get out.

Put your hands on the car.

Drop your keys and put your hands on the car.

Step off to the side.

Take a step to the side.

Whose car?

What's in the trunk?

You don't understand?

You can't tell me whose car it is or what's in the trunk?

What's this?

Shirt.

Shirt? What, clothes?

want to hurry, before that cop decides to mess with us, too?

Coming.

Fuck.

Please... just go. Take the car and go.

Can't do that, man. You'd call back up.

Here, take my radio.

Take my radio.

- Holy shit. - Please. Please...

Shit.

- Run, man. - Markov.

- Please... - Who's in charge now?

Come on. Come on, buddy.

Come on.

Shoot this motherfucker.

What the hell? Hey.

Take it easy. I am the good guy.

You're just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Man. Shitload of cash in here. Did you know that?

What do you want to do now?

- Is that car of yours drivable? - Yeah, more or less.

Go start it up.

Holy fuck. There's a body in here, man. Get the car started now.

Now.

Who's this? Is she dead?

No.

Hurry. We have got company.

OK, go.

Fuck.

What's your name?

Tia.

Where am I?

We're just going up the road.

We found you in the trunk of a car.

What?

I was... I was with my friends.

What about all that cash?

I don't know.

I went to a meeting...

...with a man about an immigration issue.

Take it easy. You have been drugged. It will probably wear off soon.

My fr...

My friends...

I think... I think they...

I think...

I think they killed them.

She's out again.

Look, do you have any idea what's going on here?

Just get us to the next town. That sign back there says Bellingham in 50.

Well, I live in East Bellingham.

What the hell do I tell the cops if I am stopped?

Do you have any idea who these people were that were shooting at us?

I mean, for that matter, who are you?

I don't think it really matters anymore.

After you drop me off, just tell the cops whatever you want.

Just give me a few hours to get into the wind.

Well, my father'd disown me if I spoke to the cops,

especially the ones from Bellingham.

Is your father a gangster or something? Ex-con?

Well, it's like I said, my father's not exactly an upstanding citizen.

He sells cars that aren't necessarily for sale, if you know what I mean.

I could relate to that.

Hey. Welcome back.

I wouldn't do that if I were you. We're going about 70 miles an hour.

It's OK. We saved you from those guys back there. We don't mean you any harm.

What do you mean "we", white boy?

OK, technically, he did. I did drive the car, though.

Are you going with him? Is she going with you?

My advice is just drop her off at the first cop-shop.

- No. I can't go to the local police. - No? Why's that?