One Day as a Lion

They told me, but I had no idea.

Lulu?

It's Lola.

Well, who gives a shit? I'm paying you to sit down?

There's no one here.

Oh, you want to be a smart ass. Get up.

Come on, sweetheart. Get to work. Time's money.

Get back there and batter them calf fries.

When you're done with that, wrap some silverware.

Plenty of work to do.

Gotta tell you goddamn kids everything.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ.

- Is it done? - No, it's not done.

The guy just pulled up on a fucking horse.

So?

So you can't kill a guy on a horse!

Well, is he still on the horse?

No, he just went inside the place.

Great. Problem solved.

Think about your kid, do what you gotta do,

and call me when it's done.

Look, Dom, hold on.

No, Dom. Hello? Dom?

Fuck!

- First day, darling? - Yes, sir.

- What happened to Flo? - Flo passed.

Poor Flo.

Thirteen years been with me.

- Lulu... - Still Lola.

Coffee for Mr. Boggs, if you're not too busy.

Make it quick.

All right.

Okay.

Let's go. Let's go.

Thank you, ma'am.

Would it be okay if I use the bathroom?

Some piece of tail, huh?

I think that girl belongs to The Black Widow.

Come again?

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

Can I help you?

Look, I don't want to hurt you, Walter.

Okay?

Excuse me?

You owe Pauly Russo a lot of money.

And you are?

I work... Well, I don't work for Pauly.

I know Dom really well, and he works for Pauly.

Do you know Dom? It doesn't matter.

Look, I don't want to do this. I really don't, okay?

So if you could just pay Pauly the money that you owe him...

If you could just do that, everything will be cool

and no one has to get killed or anything crazy like that, okay?

Coffee?

He's not staying.

Okay.

What do you say, Walter?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Hey! You!

Is that guy dead?

- Would you like me to check? - Yes, please.

- Looks pretty dead. - Oh, shit.

What? What shit?

You gotta come with me. I'm really sorry but you gotta come with me.

- What? - You heard me. Come on, now. Go.

Fuck. Come on.

Lola.

What'd you just say to me? What'd you just say to me?

- My name. - Your name?

Give me the keys. Where the fuck...

I got the keys. Give me your phone.

- Why? - Because I have a gun and I said so.

That's why. Give me your fucking phone. Now. Now. Now.

Why did you do that?

Stop asking me questions. Do what you're told.

Don't move, okay? Stay put. You hear me?

Nod your head. Stay put. Okay?

It's not fucking funny.

Please, come on, come on, come on.

- Are we good? - I fucked up, Dom.

Jesus Christ, Jackie. What did you do?

- He got away. - How is that possible?

You guys didn't tell me that he'd have a gun.

What difference does it make?

What difference does it make? What kind of a question is that?

Guns kill people, Dom.

You see this, Jackie? This!

This is why I don't stand up for you.

I'm sorry. Stand up for me?

Yeah, you come to me, "I have a problem. I need help."

Every fucking time, it's an unmitigated disaster.

Fuck you. When did I ever ask you for shit?

Twenty-five fucking years, I ask you for something?

Yes, actually. You did.

All you had to do is take a dive in the second round.

What do you do?

You fucking knock the guy out in the second round!

Okay. All right, all right. That guy was a bum, okay?

He was a bum, and I barely touched him.

That was very long time ago.

Jackie, I'm done fucking with you.

Just tell me what happened.

- I think I killed the cook. - The who?

I-I might have accidentally mentioned Pauly's name

to the cowboy guy before he got away.

Jackie, where are you right now?

Where are you right fucking now?

Jackie? Jackie?

Fuck.

Lola?

Fuck!

Fuck. Stop! Fucking stop!

I'm not gonna fucking hit you back, now stop!

- Fuck you! - Stop.

Fuck you!

Fuck! Stop!

Fuck! Draw. Fucking stop!

- Okay? No more running. - Fine.

Do you promise?

You might be the worst criminal in the history of the sport.

- I am not a criminal. - Clearly.

I'm not. I swear to God, this isn't me.

I only agreed to kill that guy Walter because my kid's in jail.

I need the money to get him a lawyer.

You agreed to kill someone so that your kid could have a lawyer?

Yeah.

Are you stupid?

Welcome to the jungle, motherfuckers.

You don't eat. You don't sleep.

You can't even shit without my permission.

I don't give a fuck if your eyes pop out and your face turns red.

But you don't have to worry about that, do you...

chocolate drop?

Who'd you sell crack to?

Your sister? Your aunt? Your baby mama?

I bet you think you and me are the same.

Best believe I'll bust your black ass

just as quick as I'd bust that white bread cracker standing next to you.

And who the fuck are you supposed to be?

What's your fucking name?

Billy Powers.

Billy Powers...

Welcome to the jungle, motherfucker.

What the fuck are you telling me right now?

- I'm not really sure, Pauly. - Why is that?

I guess because I'm short on information.

- You're short? - On information, yeah.

Well, I need you not to be, Dom.

I can't even fucking repeat that.

I'll find out what happened.

Well, that's good. That's really fucking good.

- Yeah. - This?

- Not good, Dom. - I know that.

Well, it's good you fucking know. That's good.

I hope you also know that this is on you.

This is your fucking fault.

Go. Go fucking take care of it.

You give me fucking agita.

Sorry, was that cook a friend of yours?

What happened?

If it's okay with you, maybe we can skip the pleasantries.

I've been kidnapped, I'm walking back to the car.

Let's just leave it at that.

You don't have to put your hands up. That's great.

- This is obviously an awkward situation. - Yes.

Well, I figured maybe if I knew a thing or two about you,

- it wouldn't have to be-- Right. - It won't be awkward. Okay.

I'm Lola. I've said that already.

I moved to Costa Rica a few years ago to open an acting school

because living here reminded me of two things...

failure and trauma. Anything else?

You--

You opened an acting school in Costa Rica?

- It didn't work out. - That's shocking.

I'm sorry about all this.

Okay.

Wasn't your car right here?

Fuck, I give up.

Just fuck it all, man! Just fucking... fuck!

Are you fucking crying?

- I'm really not a criminal. - Yeah.

- I'm getting that. - I'm trying to do right by my son.

That's all I'm trying to do.

This poor fucking kid never had a chance.

You think I'm an asshole? You should meet his mother.

If you want to run now, or walk, or whatever,

I'm not gonna hold it against you,

so you can go ahead.

Well, are you just gonna sit there?

No, I'm either currently wanted for murder, or I'm...

Yeah, I'm gonna be murdered by the guys who hired me

to murder the guy I did not murder.

So, yeah, sitting here seems-- seems like the move.

You got any better ideas? I'll take any suggestions.

Maybe I can help you.

- Are you fucking with me? - No, I wouldn't do that.

You're a big scary man with a gun.