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Recall (2018)
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[somber music] [dramatic electronic music] - [Marco] He's got stuff going all across his face. It makes me sick. Sick. - Not for nothing. I'm no Giorgio Armani, but where the fuck did you get that shirt? - What do you mean, what's wrong with my shirt? [laughing] - It's a fucking J.C. Penneys. - J.C. Penney? - No shit. - Fucking JC losers. What, d'you fucking rob a homeless woman? [laughter] - [Mob Goon] Did you trim? - I don't believe this guy. What's next, Velcro shoes? They're gonna [loud ripping] like that? - Unbelievable. - Fucking your mom fucking dresses you? - All right, all right, all right. - I swear to God, sometimes, I wanna fucking smack you right upside the head, you know? Today it's the shirt, tomorrow it's fucking Velcro shoes. [laughter] You look like a fucking homeless woman. [siren blaring] [jazz music playing] You've got this look to you, the shirt, the stupid napkin in your chest. - [Marco] You always make fun of my shirt, it looks good. - [Bruno] I wouldn't even wipe my ass with that shirt, I wouldn't even wipe my fucking ass with that shirt, you know that? - Fuck off, come on. - I swear to God, sometimes, there's something about you, I wanna fucking smack you right upside the head. You look like an idiot. - Enough, all right. [laughter] - [Bruno] Velcro shoes, what is it, your fucking Velcro shoes? - No, he's got boots. - I got boots on. - [Mob Goon] A lot of money for J.C. Penneys. - Anyway. Boys. - Nothing wrong with my shirt. [glass clanging] - A lot of money for J. C. Penneys. - Oh my goodness. A lot of money. - I'd like to say a few words. Sal, thank you for welcoming me into your family. You've always been like a brother to me. - So is everything set? - Yeah, but I need to know how much. You didn't exactly tell me on the phone and... I'm not risking my probation for something small. - Trust me, it's big. - How big we talking? - It's buy an island kind of big. Only issue is, I think we're gonna need another person. - What? Alex, that wasn't part of our plan and you know that. This is the same shit that fucked me up last time, you keep on doing this, you can't-- - Babe, babe, relax. We'll never have to work again if we pull this off. Look, you said you wanted to be done with all this low level shit, well, here's your chance. - So a toast to you. Salut. - [Together] Salut. - Please, please, sit down. Tomorrow is a new day for the Vertucci family. You're here in this room with me because you all made sacrifices. Took a lot of sweat and blood to get where we are, and I always reward loyalty. [in Italian] I take care of my family. 2 million dollars, let that sink in. For one coke deal. One. So let's be clear, there will not be any mistakes. Are we clear? Good. That's all for tonight. Vin, you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay, Unc. - Please don't tell me it's fucking Mikey. You know he hates me, he's the last person who's gonna help us out. - What do you want me to say, that I know 20 people I could call up? You're lucky I even know someone. I'm going to the washroom. [foreboding music] - Vin, come here. [sighing] - [Vinny] What? - You're my blood. I trust you with my business, I trust you with my life. If your father was still alive, he'd be very proud of you, you know that? - I know. I know that. - Aye, Vinny, Vinny, Vinny, I don't know what's going on, but I can't have you of all people dazing in and out. I gotta know I can count on you. - You can count on me, Unc. - Don't bullshit me. Is there something you wanna tell me? - I don't know, I mean, you think we can trust these guys? We've never dealt with them before. This thing is moving real quick. - Vinny, life is all about risks. Smart ones, stupid ones. I'm not a man to take stupid risks, and this deal will set our family up for life. - But Unc, it's $2 million of the family's money. We don't do business outside of the family. I just think maybe you should-- - I didn't ask what you think. Just stay strong and make sure everything is set up for tomorrow. - Yeah, but my dad-- - Zitto! This conversation is over. See you tomorrow night at midnight. Hey, I love you. [tense music] [car engine revving] - Hi stranger, where've you been? You don't love me anymore, huh? Why you stay away? So good to see you. [kiss smacking] - It's nice to see you too. I was just in the area, thought I'd come say hi. - How you been? - I been okay. I been good. - Hey, come and sit, let's chat. Business sucks. I got time coming out of my ass. Let's sit, chat, catch up. Sit down. - I can't, I can't, I got, I got, I got stuff I gotta do. But next time, I promise. - How's that girl of yours, how's Nicole? You still together? What's going on? - Yeah, we're still together. You know, just kinda dealing with some stuff, you know? - Oh, what kinda stuff? - I just found out we're having a kid. [gasping] [laughter] - Ah you? A kid? The kid's having a kid? - Yeah. - I don't believe it. Congratulations, that's wonderful. - Kind of a lot to handle right now. - Sure, that's life. You grow up, [laughter] you have babies. - Yeah. - [Tony] You're gonna do great. Ah, you're gonna be fine. [knocking] - Mikey, come on. - Okay, what do you want, Dale? - I need your help. - I'm not interested. - Just hear me out. - Here we go again. - Wait, this time it's different. - Yeah, right. You always say that, and yet it's always the same. - Last time didn't go exactly as planned, okay? Shit happens. Okay, anyway, not enough time to explain. Tomorrow night, one move, $2 million. Enough money for the rest of our lives. [beeping] [dog barking] [tense music] Mikey, at least let me explain. - The more you explain, the worse it always sounds, and like I said, I'm not interested. - Look, we've been watching these guys for a while now, trust me on this one. - We? Who the fuck's "we"? - Me and Alex, but I called you because I know that you-- - Wait a second. Alex? The fucking waitress you're seeing from that restaurant? Wow, you fucking called me up to rob the local mafia? - Well, no, not exactly. - Look, if I really wanted to kill myself, which, trust me, Dale, there are days, I'd just fucking overdose. It'd be a lot simpler and most importantly, it wouldn't be with you. - Whoa, relax. When did you start caring whose money it was? - Um, I don't know, when it became the mob's fucking money. - Look Mikey, I really need you on this one. I can't do it without you. This is what I thought brothers were for. - Step-brothers. I'm tired, really tired, of always helping you out. I said I was done. What part of that don't you understand? - All right, you don't wanna do it for me, that's fine. Do it for yourself, Mikey. Split the profit, go our separate ways, you'll never have to hear from me again, and who knows, it could be that fresh start you've always been talking about. I mean, I don't see you in years, and you come to me for help, and I help you out. So in a way, you kinda owe me. - Owe you? Owe you? I don't owe you fuck all, Dale. You know, you're even lucky I'm fucking here right now listening to this bullshit. All those stupid fucking jobs I did for you. I was finally starting to move on, then I fucking called you, now look at me. I can't fucking sleep. [banging] I got this shitty fucking car, and it's because of you that I'm hopped up on drugs all the time. Do I look happy to you? No. So no, Dale, I don't owe you shit. - Look, I know it's none of my business, but you never told me what happened. - I don't remember it all, Dale. And you're right, it is none of your fucking business, because you're the last person in the fucking world I would tell anything important to. - Sorry for caring. - You don't care about anybody but yourself. It's all about Dale, fucking Dale, Dale, Dale. [sighing] - Look, I know I screwed up a lot in the past, and who knows, maybe this job will be the best thing that has ever happened to you. It's $2 million. Please just think about it. - [Mikey] Fine. [tense music] Okay, Dale, let's get to the fucking point, what's the job? - Okay, so you know that black gang, the Suits, right? From what I know is that they're having a large coke deal with the mob so-- - I'm sorry, what? - Having a large coke deal with the mob. - Yeah, Dale, I fucking heard that part. I'm talking about the fucking Suits. What, you just chose to leave that part out? - I didn't think it was important. - You didn't think that was important? [sighing] - Hey, hey come on. Okay, I should have mentioned it. - Screw you. - You just can't leave, I need your help. I thought this would help you out. - Help me? How the fuck does this help me out? What, are you fucking kidding me? First you tell me we're fucking robbing the mob, and now you're telling me the fucking Suits are involved, are you fucking hearing yourself? - Yeah, I thought this would help you out, what's your problem? [laughing] - My problem? You're my fucking problem, you are always my fucking problem. We are not fucking friends. Why do you think I left? Yeah, thought so. You know, nothing ever changes with you. See you round. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I fucked up last time. What else can I say? - Dale, I don't wanna talk about it, okay? - Look Mikey, I know we're not close, but we're still family. I called you because I needed you, and if you don't wanna help me, fine, walk out the door. But then it's my life on the line. - Fine. Fine. But we're done after this. And from now on, you're going to fucking tell me everything. - Okay. - Good. I'm gonna get my drink. - Yeah, like how you tell me everything. - What was that? Dale, I fucking tell you everything I fucking want to tell you, that's it. The rest is none of your fucking business. - Well, I'm sorry that you can't fucking remember. Maybe if you talk about it, you'd be able to. - Oh, so now you're my fucking psychiatrist? Well, this night just keeps getting better. Is there anything else you'd like to say? - No I just thought, like-- - Oh, oh, oh, you just thought, oh wow, now you know what it feels like to fucking think. - Well, sorry that all I know was that you were in some type of accident and she's not around anymore. What's that mean? What, you guys break up? She broke up with you. Wow, I fucking knew it. That's why you're acting like such a dick all the time. - Excuse me? - Yeah, you heard me, just 'cause she dumped your ass doesn't mean you have to act like a dick all the time. It's been a fucking year, Mikey, move on man. - [Mikey] Don't fucking touch me. - Hey! You guys wanna get rough, you get the fuck out of my bar. Buy a drink or get the fuck out. - Yo Mikey, you need to chill. - Don't ever fucking talk about her again. - Okay. - Because you have no idea what I've been through. - I'm sorry. - I need a cigarette. - Girl problems. - That's why I leave mine at home. - [Dale] Can I have two beers? - Yeah, sure. [somber music] - Hey, sorry, we're just closing up right now. - Sorry, um, I was really hoping I could get something for my girlfriend. - Wait, Nicole, right? - Yeah. - You're looking at engagement rings. Yeah, you know what? Okay, I think I got a minute for you, do you wanna come over here? Is there anything you were looking at that caught your eye? - That one, can I see that one? - This one right here? - Yeah. - This one is so pretty. Okay, let's see your hand. Here you go. There you go. This ring is so pretty. - She's gonna love it, she's gonna love it. It's, er, a bit more than I can spend. - For you today. How's that? - It's still too expensive. Do you have anything a little bit more reasonable? - Just of all the engagement rings, this is one of the lowest. I'm so sorry. - It's fine, thanks, thanks for your time. - You know what though? Wait a minute, I have an idea. I might have something else for you. Yeah, it's still here. It's a little bit different 'cause it's not an engagement ring, but it's a wedding band. It's still very special, very pretty. Just it's not about the diamonds and the money. Right? It's the thought that counts. [sighing] [somber music] - Another sex tape, man. - Let's go! - [Marco] It's locked! [laughter] - It's locked! [laughter] Lift, you pussy! Come on, there we go. - [sighing] There's so much stuff here, it's gonna take us forever. Here. - Us? [laughter] No us. Let's go, princess, out of the fucking truck, come on. Unload the truck. [laughter] - I do everything around here. Imagine me at the MTV Awards Next to Kanye laughing at a year ago Imagine Dr. Dre saying fuck the cops Rick Ross used to be one now they give him props The rap game is upside down And now I'm writing letters to you Trying to figure this out Eazy-E fucked with Mexicans 2Pac mentioned us I bet that in Compton you lived next to us So why the fuck can't we get in I got stories gangs and drug [foreboding music] - Can I help you? - Yeah, you gotta be this tall to talk to me. - Oh, you must be looking for my dick then. - Right, Mr. Vertucci. - Mr. Vertucci? Ah, what about him? Hm, hm, hm? - Welcome Mr., um? - Tyson. Call me Tyson. My uncle just wants to make sure everything is ready. You know we're good on our end. - Oh yes, everything'll be ready for tonight, I'm a man of my word. - Good. My uncle is very excited to do business with you, Mr. Vertucci. You know, we usually don't sell outside. - I respect that. We usually don't do business outside either. - Fair enough. You're familiar with our product, right? - Word's out that it's the best, and I trust my sources. - [Tyson] That's good, but I'm here to make sure everything runs smoothly, so give her a try. - Funny guy. It's not bad. - There's your approval. Bruno's got a nose for that kind of thing. So, all thousands? - That'd be great. We'll see you tonight, Mr. Vertucci. - Tonight. - [Tyson] All right. - Seriously? - Another sex tape, man. - What am I supposed to do with this, huh? This guy, he keeps making bad decision after bad decision, and I'm supposed to what? Just stand around and take it? Huh? [clattering] Just go along with it? [sniffing] Nothing, Pops? All right, Dad, thanks again. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it. I got this one. [tense music] - Hey babe, I'm gonna have some water, do you want anything? Hey, come back to bed. I'm so excited we're gonna do this. Finally be able to go wherever, buy whatever we want. - Just do exactly what I told you to do, and we'll be fine, all right? Mikey's never let me down. He's never let me down. You'll be there, right? - Yeah. - Yeah? [sighing] - Really? What, you didn't know 11 came before 12? - Leave me alone, Mikey. - Fuck you. Get in the fucking car. Fucking idiot. [sniffing] Wait a second, are you fucking high? - What? - Are you fucking high right now? - No, I'm not high. - Well, you look fucking high. - I'm not high! Alexis is gonna meet me at the bar, we need to go, okay? Let's go. - I ain't going anywhere, this car ain't fucking moving. Dale, I tell you to do one goddamn fucking thing. The most basic of things, the thing that you said and you promised you wouldn't do. - Look, I'm not fucking high, okay? I'm nervous. - [Mikey] Nervous? - Look, I'm not gonna fuck this up, okay? I know how important this shit is. I can't believe you actually think I'd do that. - Well, it wouldn't surprise me, 'cause you've done some pretty fucking stupid things before, Dale, and this would seem appropriate. - Fuck you, okay? I'm not an idiot. I told you I was gonna lay off the shit, and I did. I'm just wired. - Mm-hmm. You know, you'd better not be fucking high right now, because if you are, I'm gone, I'll just fucking leave you there. There's no fucking way that I'm gonna get buried in a fucking ditch for you, and you better know that right now. - Hey, I don't tell you how to live your life so don't tell me how to live mine. Just drive the fucking car. - You know, I'm gonna be glad when this is done and I never have to see you again. [car engine revving] [tense music] - Why are you dropping me off here? The restaurant's a couple of blocks away, can you bring me any closer? - Why don't I just drive you to the front door, and then call them and let them know you're coming? Oh, and while we're at it, why don't we just politely ask them for the money? Get out. - Remember, there's not gonna be a lot of people watching the money, so just make sure you-- - Dale, I don't need you to worry about me, okay? I don't even know exactly how I'm going to do this yet, so the last thing I need to worry about is you doing something stupid. I'll be fine. - I'll see you later. You know what helps me when I'm nervous? Gum. You know, when you chew and... Okay. Oh, I brought you something, one sec. - Oh, what is it now, a chocolate bar? - [Dale] Mikey. - What the f... [laughter] - Found this in the back of my closet. I forgot I even owned it. I wore it for Halloween once I think. This way they don't see your face. [knocking] [tense music] [music intensifies] - [Val] Welcome to my restaurant, Mr. Jackson. - Please, call me Eddie, Mr. Vertucci, and the pleasure's all mine. I feel like this is the start of something great. - Yes it is. Everything's in order. Meanwhile, would you care for a drink? - Please, thank you. - Gentlemen, right this way. [muffled amiable chatting] Yes it does. - You could, uh, wait out here with me. - Touch me again and I will break your fucking hand. - [Vinny] Which one, this one or this one? - I'm getting tired of your shit, come on, let's go, right now! [shouting and clamoring] - [Eddie] Hey, hey, hey, everybody chill. Hey! [shouting] Hey, hey, he said it was cool, baby. We just trying to make some paper, okay? Everything all right? - You shut up, go lock the fucking door. - [Tyson] Go lock the door, man. Go lock the door, man. - Hey, sorry man, he still has a lot to learn about respect. - It's fine, it's fine. - Restaurant's closed come on. - Yeah, yeah, we're leaving already. - Yeah, come on, come on. Hey, nice dress, sweetheart. - Oh man, it's party time. Hey, I want a drink because I met this girl and she gave me the best blow job. - Hey, get out, we're closed. - Wait, I want a drink! Wait! - Get out! [tense music] - Let's do this. It's locked. - Wow, you're a fucking idiot. The keys. - All right. [keys clanking] - Oh, my lord, let's go, come on. - All right, all right. Where do you put this thing, where's the hole? Where do you put it? - Press the button. - Oh, it's one of those fancy ones. [car beeping] - [Bruno] Let's go, let's go, let's go. [zip unzipping] - [Marco] All right. [laughter] [gasping] - [Bruno] That's fucking cash. All right, let's go, let's go. What are we, the fucking bank over here? Let's go! - [Marco] We've gotta count it first. - Yeah, we, no. You. - All right, I gotta count it, I gotta do everything myself, I know. - Jesus Christ. - Goddamn it. - Oh, fuck me. Can I ask you something? Why the fuck you trying to load a car with keys in your hands? The fuck's wrong with you? - What does it matter? Jesus, fuck off. - Fuck off? [laughter] The fucking valet parker grew a pair of balls on him, huh? - Look, you wanna help me or not? - Hey, you better watch your mouth, I'd take that comment more seriously if you didn't have those fucking keys in your hands. - All right. - Let's go. - You wanna be more serious? How about this? There, how you like that, huh? Geez, they're all wet. - Yeah, wet like your sister. Pick up the fucking money, let's go. - Hey, he with you? - What? - Is he with you? [muffled echoing] - Does it look like he is? - I don't know. Prove it. - [Tyson] Yo. [muffled echoing] [gunshots banging] [glass smashing] Motherfucker! - [Eddie] Ty, Ty, Ty, what's up? - [Tyson] This motherfucking guy tried to fucking shoot me! - Mr. Vertucci, what's going on? - I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Jackson. - Yo, this motherfucker ain't with us. - [Vinny] Yeah, well he ain't with us either. - Vertucci, I don't like this. - Excuse me? Are you saying I had something to do with this? - You tell me. - The fuck you standing there? Go check on my money. [music intensifying] - Hey, stop! Get the fuck outta that car! Get the fuck outta that car! You motherfucker, get that fuck outta that car motherfucker. I'm gonna fucking kill you, you motherfucker. You cock sucker! Fuck! Shit! - Who the fuck is this bitch? - Oh no, this fucking deal is done. I'm taking my money, you and these motherfuckers out. - Excuse me? What was that? - I gotta say it to you in Jamaican? - I'm not Jamaican, motherfucker, and I don't think you know who the fuck you dealing with. You ought to be real careful what you say to me. - I don't care if you're the reincarnation of Malcolm X, get the fuck out of my restaurant. [laughter] - He's a funny man, and very stupid. - Hey boss! Boss! Some fucking guy just peeled off with the money. - What? [gunshots banging] [yelling] [glass smashing] - [Dale] No, no, no, no, no, no. - [John] Come on, you little fucker! Let's go! - Okay, okay, okay. - [John] Motherfucker. - Take him to the fucking freezer. - [John] Get in there. [groaning] - [Val] Where's my fucking money? - [Dale] I don't know! [groaning] - Oh, you don't know. Where the fuck is my money? - [Dale] I don't know. - He's gonna refresh your memory. Where's my fucking money? - [Dale] I don't know! - Come on, refresh his fucking memory. [groaning] - Oh yeah, I'm so fucking tired of this game, okay? You're gonna tell me exactly where my fucking money is, all right? Huh? So, did you lose your voice, huh? Okay. [gunshot banging] - Ah! - Ha, next fucking time, I'm not gonna miss. Do you understand? - What? What? - I said-- [groaning] Okay, okay, listen, read my fucking lips. Read my lips! Do you count to three? Can you do that, huh? [groaning] I think you can. One, two... [phone ringing] - [John] Where is it? - Dale, finally you pick up. I got the money, you okay? - So it's you, huh? Who has my fucking money. Because of you and your friend here that my nephew's dead. This ends now. - [Dale] Mikey... [gunshot banging] Ah! - You fucking listening now, huh? Good, because not in your worst nightmare can you imagine what happens to people who fuck with my business. Okay, this is really simple. You're gonna come here, and you're gonna come here now with my money, 'cause if you don't, he dies, then you're next, and we will find you in a blink, whatever the fuck your name is, and I really hope that you know how to do the right thing, yeah, I think you will. Your fucking friend here has 10 minutes, his life is in your fucking hands. [phone beeping] I hope your friend knows how to do the right thing, 'cause if not, you're gonna end up on that fucking hook, okay, you fucking piece of shit. Fuck! Nobody fucks with me, nobody! [tense music] [thudding] [groaning] [phone beeping] [groaning] [phone ringing] - Looks like you made the right choice, kid. Your friend here is gonna be very thankful. - Look, you want your money, then you can meet me at the pier. - Excuse me, yeah, hey, you know what, that's really, really cute, but it's not the way [coughing] it works, kid. - Well, that's how it works for me. So you want your money, that's my offer, take it or leave it. [dial tone ringing] - [Val] Go get my fucking money. [coughing] [somber music] [vomiting] [water running] - Good morning. - Good morning. You're up early. - [Mikey] Yeah, I thought I'd try to make you some breakfast. - I see that. [laughter] - Well, I tried. I'll get better. - Thank you. - Don't thank me just yet, you gotta try some. Oop, it's in my hand. Here you go. Crunchy. That's bad. No. [laughter] Okay. Funny. [laughter] - I appreciate the thought. Maybe we could go out? - Yeah, we should do that. [tense music] [phone beeping] [phone ringing] - Hey boss, we got a problem. There's nobody here. - What? - There's nobody here, no car, nothing. He's not here. What do you want me to do? - Give that kid a couple more minutes, and get your ass back here. Clean up this mess, and then we'll track down my fucking money. If your friend don't show up in 10 fucking seconds, it is game over, you got it? [door opening] - Whoa, whoa, Jesus. - I can't believe this shit. I want the rest of my money, find that fucking car. - Boss, the car's parked just a few spots down from here. - What? Okay, if you don't find that kid, you're next. - We don't know anything, we don't know what he looks like, we don't know anything about him. [phone beeping] [phone ringing] - Fuck! [screaming] - [Mikey] I'm gone, I'll just fucking leave you there. - Hey, you ready? - [Mikey] I'm gonna be glad when this is done and I never have to see you again. [tense music] - Move, move. Which one? Which one? Let's go. You fucking move, you die. Good luck, kid. [tense music] - [Dale Voiceover] I'm sorry that you can't, that you can't fucking remember. I found this in the back of my closet, in the back of my closet. You never told me what happened. You never told me what happened. It's been a fucking year, Mikey, move on. [glass smashing] [sniffing] You never told me what happened. Never told me what happened. Told me what happened. Well I'm sorry that you can't fucking remember, you can't fucking remember, can't fucking remember. This way they don't see your face. This way they don't see your face. They don't see your face. I'm sorry that all I know os that there was some accident was some accident and she's not even around anymore. [gunshot banging] You never told me what happened. I found this in the back of my closet. Found this in the back of my closet. The back of my closet. Well, I'm sorry that you can't fucking remember. That you can't fucking remember. This way they won't see your face. You've gotta get over it. Some accident, and she's not even around anymore. Some accident, and she's not even around anymore. Some accident, and she's not even around anymore. [music intensifies] - [John] Get up! Hey man, I'm not fucking around, what the fuck is this? I'm not fucking around, get up, get up! [somber music] Where is he? - I don't know. - [John] I'm fucking sick of this. - [Dale Voiceover] I know we're not close, but we're still family. - I don't know. [gunshot banging] - [Jeweler] It's not about the diamonds and the money, it's the thought that counts. - [Dale] Hey Mikey, Mikey. I found this in the back of my closet. I forgot I even owned it. This way they don't see your face. - A kid? The kid's having a kid? I don't believe it, congratulations, that's wonderful. [gunshot banging] [somber music] [gunshot banging] [somber music] [tense music] |
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