The Level

He's lying.

You think?

Everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie.

Well, what do you want to do?

What the fuck you mean "what I want to do?"

...Go cut off his fingers!

Hang on, I think I can make him talk.

Who gives a shit? I found the lighter.

Well...

Fine you want to make him talk, knock yourself out.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,

the only reason your not being chopped up

into little pieces right now is

because I convinced my man over there, you'd tell the truth.

So come on do me a solid, huh... the truth will set you free.

You think I don't know that, man?

I've known that ever since my Grandmother

was whipping it out of me

when I was growing up on the south side.

I been in this business long enough...

I done seen enough mother fuckers get there ass smoked to know

that at the end of the day the truth is all that matters.

Now I don't know if you actually give a shit

about somebody making some crank in some school bus,

or if you're just trying to figure out why everybody's dead.

All I can do is tell you what happened.

Packed everything? You took long enough.

Look, Eddie, I know you think

I am some sort of back stabbing whore...

you can trust me.

I gotta tell you something, Lexy, I don't believe in a lot of shit...

I believe in God, I believe in strength...

...I don't know why but I trust you.

I believe you.

I gotta tell you something ok...

What?

I lied.

Stop.

You know what we want to hear.

Why you talking about some hooker that gets her head blown off?

Cut his fucking fingers off!

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Hold the fuck up...

you know none of this shit would have happened

if Junior hadn't called us in the first place, let me start over.

Hello?

Yo, guess who this is...

You're on caller I.D. Junior.

Ahhh, yo, I didn't think your ass could read, Son!

Yo Check this out since you're feeling so fucking smart today

Inspector fucking Gadget, where the fuck is my dad?

I haven't seen him.

What you mean you haven't seen him?

He was supposed to call me, like an hour ago!

Oh, Oh! You know what? Come to think of it...

I still haven't seen him.

That's really funny, for a fucking retard.

Tell you what, find my dad

or I'm gonna make you clean my bathroom.

You know I changed that punks diaper once.

What's he want man?

Supposed to meet his dad an hour ago.

He didn't show.

Here you are sir.

Is this chicken?

Yes, sir that's chicken parmesan.

Why would you bring it to my table?

Because that is what you ordered sir.

You're telling me I don't know what I ordered.

Rocky...

Be easy

The whole ride over here, Eddie, what did I talk about?

Veal Parmesan

Veal Parmesan!

Now you're telling me I ordered chicken.

It says here that you ordered chicken, sir.

Oh really?

I will get you your veal.

Don't you know you're not supposed to yell at the waiter,

until after you get your food.

For all you know he's probably back

there rubbing out some special sauce for

your veal parm right now...

So the boss is missing huh?

Maybe I should call his driver, what's his name?

Chester.

Hey Chester what's up man? It's Eddie.

What do you want? What?

What the fuck you mean "What?"

Where's the Old Man at man?

Listen, this is bullshit!

I already told Junior I don't know where he is.

What's up?

I don't know.

Maybe we should check it out.

Yeah, let's get out of here man.

You know, I really don't hate working.

It pays the bills so I can take the kids to the game on Sunday.

Deal a little. Collect a little.

If Junior was asking me to make the fucking coffee,

I'd be cool with that.

Yeah, but he didn't ask you to get coffee, did he Eddie?

He asked me and Rock to look for his dad.

Our boss.

The Mother Fucking King shit of Youngstown.

And from the nervous tone in Chester's voice...

I knew this was going to be bad.

Eddie, you coming?

Fucking Junior.

He thinks he can just treat everyone like shit.

The only thing that punk ever did was squirt out his daddy's nut.

Life's a lottery baby. You and me bought losing tickets.

What are you doing?

I'm putting in hollow points.

I still have jackets in there from when I was at the range.

.45 with hollow points, blow your head right off.

What you got?

I got a gun. It's got bullets in it.

Jesus, look at this dump man.

What the hell is Al paying, minimum wage?

Look at this shit hole.

No! Ahh, Damn it!

Where's Al, Chester?

How the fuck should I know where he is?

He gave me the day off alright.

You know what... Where the fuck is Al?!

All right, all right I'll tell you whatever you want to know

just put the gun down alright.

Hey, take it easy man. Let's give the man a chance.

That's what I'm giving him, a chance to save his ass.

All right.

I drove Al out to this shack out in the woods all right.

He said something about somebody cooking up

some meth without his say so.

Fuck.

He goes inside and the whole fucking thing explodes.

You saying Al's dead?

There wasn't nothing I could fucking do about it,

you think I knew the place was booby-trapped?

What's up punk?

Where's my fucking Dad huh?

Where is my Dad

Fucker!

Ahh, Jesus!

If something happened to the Big A, shit's gonna hit the fan.

Let's you and me stay on the level.

The last thing we need, is for Junior to think

that we are into whatever shady shit's going on here alright?

Fuck! God Dammit!

He was just about to tell us when you got here.

Tell Junior what you told us.

Bikers? You ain't said shit about no bikers.

That's what I was trying to tell you, I tried to save him

Who the fuck are these guys?

I only sent him in there to protect him alright.

I'd take a bullet for that guy.

So what happened to these bikers?

Well, when it exploded they took off.

Come on man!

Look I know how it sounds, it sounds crazy.

I swear to God it's the truth alright.

This guy is lying.

Oh completely!

That chicken shit ain't gonna stand up to no bikers.

I think he and those bikers set my dad up.

Before we kill him I want to fuck him up.

I want to cut him up and I want to fucking hurt him

but we can't do it here

because the neighbors are gonna complain about the noise.

What Noise?

The blood curdling screams, Eddie.

Hold on. Wait a second.

We don't even know if there is a meth lab.

Dude, what are you saying?

I'm saying lets check the story out first.

You're so smart Eddie.

Somebody takes down the king; they're going to kill the soldiers.

Shit you know that better than anyone.

It's just the kind of situation where a lot of people get killed.

And I ain't one to be one of them. But for Junior that shit was personal.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Hey, Junior. Take it easy, hey easy!

Blood's getting all over the seats.

Hey Man I know.

I like Junior. But he's a hot head.

He's a hot head and somebody killed his pops.

He flipped the fuck out, what would you do?

Alright Chester, where's this frigging lab?

Head north on Route 26.

Holy Shit!

Mother fucker might have been telling the truth.

See, just like I told you. I wasn't lying.

He had me stop right here. And he get up out the car.

And he goes walking up along here around the far side.

And I stayed here at the car and then,

all the bikers come in from behind us, right there.

Someone killed my fucking dad.

Someone is gonna fucking pay for this shit.

Someone is gonna fucking pay for this!

Where the fuck is Chester at?!

Why the fuck isn't he in here right now?!