Girl With a Gun (2023) Movie Script
1
(arrows whooshing)
(upbeat music)
(gunshots)
(upbeat music continues)
-Can I get a whiskey sour?
-Can you make a shoe smell?
-Oh, yeah.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Robert.
-Henry?
-No, get out of my store.
-I can help you.
-Yeah, you told me
this months ago.
-I just need time.
-Now just leave.
-He's not doing business
with you, Robert.
-Henry?
-It's over, Robert.
-So you turned on me too, huh?
(loud crash)
-Hey babes, come sit at
the bar with me.
(tires squealing)
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
-Come on. Go.
(gunshots)
-We need to get out of here!
Go pack a bag!
(dramatic music)
(police sirens blaring)
-Robert.
Come on out peaceful,
so no one gets hurt.
One more time,
then we'll go in.
Robert!
-This jackass is trying
to bang my wife.
-That's it.
-Sit down.
-Stop it!
Free round of drinks
on the house?
Shit.
Serve these for me and
watch the bar.
It's my mom.
-Hey, TomTom, it's Ben.
-Yes.
-I'm not good at these things,
so I'm just going to
come right out and tell you.
-Yeah.
-It's your parents. Your mom.
Your mom and dad are gone Tomi.
Your mom shot your dad
and then herself.
-What?
-I know. I know. Listen.
Did your mom and dad
say anything to you
about what was happening?
-No.
What?
-Oh, God. I'm so,
so sorry, Tomi.
So sorry. Listen,
you need to come home
and take care of things.
-Okay?
-How long of a drive
do you have?
-6 hours.
-Okay.
Okay. Again, I'm,
I'm so, so sorry and
and I'm here for you
when you get home TomTom.
-Thanks.
(crying)
-Be careful,
bye, bye.
(somber music)
(car door closes)
(somber music)
(cans rattling)
-You're a knotch off
the ole stock.
-Papa,
why do I need to know
how to shoot a gun?
-Protection.
-From who?
-The government, scoundrels.
-Huh?
-You'll understand one day.
-Okay Papa.
-Tomi, there's nothing
in this world you can't do.
Never think small.
Think big, okay?
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
(gunshots)
(sighing)
(sighing)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(knocking)
-Yes, Miss Fletcher,
be there in a minute.
-Oh baby.
Sweet Jesus.
Child, it is good to see you.
-It's good to see you,
Miss Fletcher.
-So you're moving back in?
-For the moment.
-That's good. That's good.
We didn't like seeing
the house abandoned.
I am so sorry.
Here, I brought you some
of my world
famous bread pudding.
-Thank you.
-Oh, baby.
I know, I know.
It's like your connection
to the earth has been severed.
Just know that,
Henry and I are right next door
if you need anything.
-How is Mr. Henry?
-Bless your heart, he's fine.
I told that old fool I hoped
you were moving in.
And you know what he said?
You're not going to
believe it, he says,
you mean that little girl?
I swear ya'll grow so fast.
-I've heard that.
-When you get older,
time just flies by child.
-Does it?
-You need to get out soon
and see the town.
You plan on going out?
-I've been thinking about it.
May downtown later.
-Oh, Lord.
Let me get out of
your hair then.
And you make sure and try
that bread pudding.
That was my best ever.
And if you need anything, honey,
just let us know
and feel free
to come to the house anytime.
And eat that bread
pudding, baby.
-I sure will. Thanks.
-Hey, have you been in the barn?
You might want to try that out.
Bye, bye now.
-You're tin now?
(door closes)
Holy shit.
What the hell were
you doing, dad?
(door opens)
(gun cocks)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
Let me go!
-Where is it?
-Where's what?
-Where is it?
-Where's what?!
-Your time's coming.
(gunshots)
(intense music)
(upbeat music)
(water softly splashing)
(dramatic music)
-Hello?
Anyone in here?
I have a gun.
I'll shoot your ass.
(intense music)
What the?
Something new here everyday.
-Not now, what?
I got money, shit.
I'll tell 'em to fuck off.
I'm comin' down there.
(screams)
(man yells)
- Cody!
You scared the shit out of me.
-Yeah.
You scared the shit in to me.
Yeah.
-What are you doing
taking a shit here?
-It's good to see you too.
You brat.
You just about gave
me a heart attack.
Where's your daddy, anyway?
Went up to the house,
nobody's up there.
I mean, I got a key round back,
but I wasn't sure.
-You don't know?
-Know what?
-Cody,
Mom shot Dad and then herself.
-Oh. Oh.
No way.
No way.
-Cody!
Cody!
(engine revving)
What's going on around here?
(upbeat music)
- [Radio] And you're hanging
with old Rockin Randola
on Lake Arthur's KJLA 103.5.
Hey, hope everyone's feeling
fine on this beautiful fall day.
We've got clear skies
and a nice cool 80 degrees.
KJLA 103.5.
(upbeat music)
-Tomi Shaw, you're a woman now.
-You still have a crush on me?
-Whoo Wee!
You're a knockout!
-Thank you.
-Whatever you want.
It's on the house.
-Thanks, but, that may not be
a good idea for me right now.
-Maybe a good idea for me.
-Hah, you wish.
A Moscow Mule and
give it a kick.
-I'm sorry to hear about
your parents.
-I appreciate that.
Has, uh, Cody come
in here today.
-He back?
No, I haven't seen him.
-Back from where?
He didn't know anything
about my parents.
-Oh, you know, Cody,
that guy's a drunk flake.
He disappears all the time.
(glass slams)
Hey. Hey.
You better pay for that.
Hey, you drunk bitch!
-Is that Penelope Toupe?
-Yeah.
-Damn.
-Yeah,but she likes to
work my last nerve.
-Yeah, I got one of those
back in the bar at school.
-What are you studying
back there, anyway?
-Nothing.
I'm done.
-You're done?
You gonna move back here?
-I don't know yet.
How's the town since
fishing dried up?
-Yeah, people are
doing well here.
Finding ways to make money
with the crawfish and the
rice and oil fields.
-It's good to hear.
-Where are you going?
-Home.
I have a ton of stuff
to go through.
-Anything interesting?
-I'll see you later.
-Let's grab a drink later.
-Yeah, sure.
-Be great to catch up.
-I'll see you later.
-See you later.
(intense music)
-Cody.
(mysterious music)
Uncle Ben.
-Oh, hey, TomTom.
I'm sorry I didn't get
much time to visit
with you at the funeral.
-There was a lot going on.
-Yeah.
I wanted to come by and offer
any kind of help I can at
this time or any time.
-Thank you.
-Came as a shock
to a lot of people.
-But not to you?
-Well, he stopped talking to me
at some point in the
past couple of years,
so I don't know what
he was doing.
Word on the street said
he wasn't fishing anymore.
-You're thinking
something illegal.
-I hate to say.
The town has been
going through hard times,
and he seemed to thrive.
-You seem to be doing all right.
-I took a risk.
It worked out.
So have you seen
the succession yet?
-No. Tomorrow.
-Oh. Did he leave you
any kind of notes,
emails, texts, anything?
-A couple sentences on
the fridge whiteboard.
-Like?
-Uh, green, deep and four acres,
and something about the
house being iron.
-Huh.
(phone ringing)
-Sorry.
-No, no.
I'll leave you to it.
Are you planning on
sticking around?
-I don't know yet.
-Well, you need to get your
dad's crawfish traps up.
Be a lot of dead loss.
-I'll get Cody on that.
-Did you ever find Cody?
-No.
-Well, tell him come by and
see me when you do.
-Okay.
-If you ever need anything.
-I appreciate it.
(phone ringing)
Miles, so soon?
-Hey, I have to work nights
next week, so tonight it is.
You in?
(scoffs)
Oh, here we go.
What's the excuse?
-I have a meeting
in the morning.
-How early?
-10:00.
-10 o'clock, come on,
that's not early.
Meet me at the bar for seven.
-Okay.
-Hey, well all right. Bye.
-Bye.
(upbeat music)
(door slams)
(intense music)
(footsteps)
-You're early.
-Yeah, I got bored home alone,
so I thought that I would come
grab a drink before we,
whatever we're going to do.
-You look beautiful.
-Thank you, Uncle Ben.
-You know, that was something
you called me as a child.
It's just Ben now
that we're adults.
-Okay. Sorry.
-And don't be sorry.
Hey, give me a hug.
You two kids have fun tonight.
Drinks are on me.
-You want to get out of here?
-Yeah, you've no idea.
-Ben, we good?
-Oh, thank you.
-Yeah.
Stole this from the bar.
That way it tastes better.
-I bet charm is your superpower.
-It doesn't hurt for sure.
-Thank you.
You know these aren't
wine glasses, right?
-You grab what you can
when people aren't
looking right?
-Right.
That's good stuff.
-As good as a small town offers.
-I have to say.
What is going on in this town?
-Whoa.
-I mean, I just.
People are treating me
really strange.
-Well, you've been gone a long
time and situation with your--
-My parents.
I just.
I don't get that.
-After the fishing dried up,
people had to do
whatever they could
to survive here.
-What do they do?
What did my dad do?
Nobody seems to know anything.
-Well he fished, didn't he?
-You just said it dried up.
-Crawfish.
Try to relax.
Here, have a sip.
-Hit me.
-Did your mom or dad
leave any notes
or information for you?
-No. This wine is a, strong.
I haven't found anything yet.
-Wow. It's a beautiful night.
When I come out here, it
frees my mind to think of all
the vast things I'm going
to do with my life.
-You know?
-Yeah.
Crawfish.
I'm going to introduce
Louisiana crawfish
to the rest of America.
-Right.
-Crawfish shops everywhere.
We ship them out live and
keep them fresh until we boil.
-Do you have a name yet?
-Yes. Glad you asked.
-Miles and Miles Crawfish.
(laughing)
-I like it.
-Thank you.
-It's clever.
-You have any idea what
you're going to do when
you settle things here?
-Depends on how
my parents left things.
Do you know what Ben is doing,
nowadays?
-Uh, he's in the oil
field game, leasing land
and controlling the waterways.
-Controlling the waterways?
What? What does that mean?
-You know, boats and shit.
-Does he own LA Bar now?
-Yeah.
Bought from Mr. Stanley's
family right after he passed.
-Mr. Stanley's dead?
-Yeah.
-How?
-Drowned fishing.
-Damn.
-Why don't you show me
that barn of yours?
It's getting late.
I got to get you home anyway.
-I'm a--
I'm--
I'm starting to feel
a little tipsy.
-You're a light weight.
Oh, God.
(intense music)
I don't know, how do you feel?
Oh, everything
looks cool to me.
You know, I've been
to your house
a few times, and I used to
meet with your daddy.
But, you know, I haven't
been (indistinct).
I would drink another
one with you.
Hey, look, look at me.
(indistinct)
(indistinct)
I don't know. I'm not
saying that was an expensive
bottle, but.
(intense music)
(door creaking)
(no dialogue)
Okay.
Where's the money?
No, this isn't fucking
funny, man.
This is serious.
Where's the money, Tomi?
Hey, where's
the money, man?
Where's the money, Tomi?!
(intense music)
(birds chirping)
(sighing)
-What the hell is going on?
(police sirens blaring)
(vehicle doors closing)
-Eddie?
Need you to come with me.
(punch thuds)
Get him!
(dramatic music)
-Welcome, Eddie.
-I know why I'm here.
-Do you now? Why?
-Because I know too much.
-What do you know?
-All of it.
-You're not from here, Eddie
so you probably don't know
that I love this town.
And I'm doing all
I can to preserve it.
To save it from the backwards
coon asses that are
stuck in the past.
Tradition this,
our culture that.
There's no money in the past.
-I don't have to be from here
Culo to see you're
trying to drain the town
of all the oil money.
(speaking Spanish)
Oh, that's right.
You don't understand Spanish.
And I'm just some dumb Mexican
that knows two languages.
That's what you're thinking.
-You don't know
what I'm thinking.
-It's all over your
face pendejo.
Wasn't enough that you
dammed up the fishing routes,
but anyone that opposes
you, lost everything.
Everyone knows
Robert was the one--
-Don't say his name again!
He's gone.
He chose his path.
-(speaking Spanish)
Jealous of Robert.
-Everybody has a choice,
Eddie.
You had a choice
not to help him.
A choice not to go behind
my back to his supplier.
-I had no choice!
None.
(intense music)
-What's your choice now?
-I am done.
I ain't working for you.
(music intensifies)
-Dump him in the water.
Since that was his
choice to begin with.
(intense music)
-I am so sorry.
-Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
Come in. Come in.
Please have a seat.
That's no problem.
It's good to see you.
As to the succession pertaining
to your mother and father.
And I'm very sorry about that.
But as it pertains to them,
the land and the farm are both
paid in full.
You are the sole
beneficiary of both.
So the good news is
that you will be retaining
the family land and farm.
-Is there bad news?
-Well, no, there's no bad news.
You know, I think it's odd.
For instance,
all right, there are
three bank accounts
or there were, there
were three bank accounts.
One of them was closed
two days before the incident.
-That is weird.
-That is a little weird right?
The second one has $250 in it.
The third one has like 1700.
And that's, I mean, that's
normal in a lot of ways.
But these folks were
approaching retirement age
and you would expect them
to have more money in it.
You would expect them to have
an I.R.A., that sort of thing.
But it seems like
there was just enough money
put in there each month
to pay the bills.
-Really?
-Yeah.
So, I mean, it seems
odd to me but
maybe I'm just being paranoid,
which is what they pay me for.
Speaking of which,
here are the documents.
The paperwork from the bank,
the certificates of death
for your mother and father.
And again, I'm very
sorry about that.
The deeds which we will
sign over to you
whenever you're ready.
And that's basically it.
-How much do I owe you?
-You don't owe us anything.
-Why?
-That's been taken care of.
-By who?
-By Mr. Ben.
-I'll make sure to thank him.
-Okay.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
Have a great day.
(door opens and closes)
-The dock.
(door opens and closes)
(dramatic music)
Cody?
Cody?
Get Out!
-Uh! Oh.
-What are you doing
on my dad's boat?
-Your dad's boat?
Hell, these are all his boats.
-Tell me what's going on.
-First of all, put that thing
away, alright.
Okay, I'm on your side here.
-My side?
-First of all, we got to get
up on out of here, alright.
(dramatic music)
-Go.
-It's--
Uh.
-Continue.
-All right, look, I'll tell you
everything I know,
but I've been gone for a week.
-Where?
-Open water.
-From the beginning.
-Just, all right.
Look my, all right,
about five years ago,
Uncle Ben,
he made this deal with
the Land Corporation,
these oil tycoons.
The land people would lease
the land to the oil people,
who then built these
dams and levees which,
which land locked
all the fishing ground
and kept all people out.
-Uncle Ben?
-Wait, well then
the town started dying.
Everybody started
getting desperate
trying to figure out
how to survive
and figure something else
out. Your dad, hell
he asked Uncle Ben
to open the water.
But he wouldn't,
wouldn't budge.
So then people started losing
their homes, their rice fields,
and Uncle Ben he just kept
getting richer and richer.
-Okay.
-When your daddy went
down to Mexico
to see about possibly moving
the crawfish down there,
he, he met this guy named Cidd.
-The bartender at the bar?
-No, hell no.
No, he's the head of that
Mexican group.
-No, he was serving drinks.
-He likes to play bartender.
-Go on.
-Yeah, anyway, Cidd,
he uh, talked your daddy into
running drugs for his cartel.
-Get the hell out of
here with that.
-Yes, I'm telling the truth.
It's true.
He, look, it's just grass, but,
and he was planning on quitting
once the town got
back on its feet.
I mean, hell, he's going around
giving money to
everybody around town.
-It's a little hard to
believe that my dad--
-You know that I
love your family.
I love your mom and dad.
I've known you since
you were a little baby.
-You need to understand,
this is a bit overwhelming
for me at the moment.
-Which is why he didn't
say anything to you.
He was trying to protect you.
-You believe that
my mom did it?
-No, hell, no.
-I don't either.
-As far as I could tell,
Ben was really jealous
of your daddy.
He had a lot more respect
in him and Ben hated that.
Plus, he saw all the money he'd
have us bringing around town.
-You think Uncle Ben
killed them?
-He didn't pull the trigger,
but I'd bet my life that he's
the one who ordered it.
Why do you think I left?
I ran, I mean, he knows I'm
loyal to your family.
I'm next. I know way too much.
-So now Uncle Ben
is going to take
over the drug running company
and keep all the money.
-If Cidd was at
the bar then,
yeah.
-Who is your red bandana man?
-Yeah, you know, he don't
care about nobody.
-Are the police in on it?
-Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Yeah, I mean, they was loyal
to your dad until he was gone.
But now they just jumped ship.
-No, doubt.
He probably helped
Ben cover it up.
The other night,
I saw the Fletchers at the bar.
-Them too.
-Miles?
-Oh, yeah, he's deep in, way in.
Hell, everybody in the town is.
They all scared to
lose everything.
They're all scared of Uncle Ben.
Ain't no place around here safe.
-Not even here.
-Nowhere.
-Cody, can I trust you?
-Men, they got one
thing that can't be
taken away from him,
and that's his word.
You got mine.
-Come see, come on.
Hmm.
-Riddles?
-I guess.
Why would they still have
the crawfish traps out?
-I don't know it ain't
crawfish season.
-How big is the pond?
-I should know I dug it.
It's four acres.
-Hold it, wait.
He's out there. No. No. No.
Stand up.
Don't act any different.
He knows I'm in here.
-Why doen't he just come in
here and blast us?
-I don't know.
-We have something they want.
-Yeah.
Your parents money.
-I just went to the lawyers.
They don't have any.
They're broke.
-No, they ain't.
-The money's in the pond.
How much?
-Millions.
-Holy shit.
House made of iron.
Iron?
Well, what is a house
made out of?
-Well, uh, wood?
-Jackpot!
-No way, you're kidding me.
Clever girl.
No way.
-What do we do now?
-Look at this.
Well,
I guess we wait till after dark
and then we get in that pond.
-You think I'm safe?
-Yeah, at least until
they find that money.
-All right, you stay here
and guard the money
which ultimately is my life.
I have someone I need to see.
-Hey, be careful.
(intense music)
-Hey, darling.
How are you?
-Better now.
-You sure tied one
on last night.
(laughing)
-For you Mama?
-Cerveza.
-Si.
-You know, Spanish?
-Nope.
-Probably just all
the dirty words.
Huh, Cidd?
(laughing)
-I do know
what's going on here.
-What are you talking about?
-I see you.
-See what?
-You drugged me.
-Wait a minute, I never
touched you.
-No, you didn't.
You touched my house.
-Prove it.
What the fuck, bitch?
You have no idea.
This thing's too big
for you, little girl.
-Miles!
(intense music)
-Just go ahead.
I'm already dead.
They've killed everyone
that I love.
You know you can't stop them.
You've got to get out of here.
You have to leave now.
Just leave, please.
-You just need to
calm down, okay?
-I couldn't--
I couldn't help my family.
But I want to help you.
Okay, just leave.
-She bothering you Miss?
-No, she's good.
-Yeah, well,
she's a public drunk
and disorderly.
-No, she's fine.
-Just run.
Run Tomi, run!
(dramatic music)
-Cody?
Cody?
Cody?
Cody?
(crying)
(sighing)
(phone ringing)
-Hello Tomi, how are
you doing baby?
Tomi?
Are you there?
Did you hang up?
-I'm just,
missing my parents, and I
want somebody to talk to.
Sorry.
-Don't be sorry, baby.
You know we all love you.
-I love you.
-Henry and I just said
how much we missed you.
-Really?
-Henry and I are going to take
you to supper soon.
Let you pick any
restaurant you want.
-I'd love that.
-If you need any help going
through things, I can help.
You home now?
-Yeah.
-Why don't you just
put some stuff together
and I can come over
this afternoon and help.
-Yeah, I'll go do that now.
-Well, I have food on
the stove, but we love you.
-Love you.
-Bye.
-Bye.
(crying)
(upbeat music)
(groaning)
(upbeat music)
(dramatic music)
-Where are you off to Tomi?
-Back to school.
-But you dropped out.
You don't want to do that.
There's nowhere to go, Tomi.
-You looking for this?
-No, please.
-The money, it's in the pond.
-Four acres.
It was there the whole time.
(laughing)
Your dad.
-Please, I promise
I won't tell anyone.
Please, please, please.
No, please. Help!
Help! Help! Help!
-No one can hear you Tomi.
Help me, help me!
-Help me!
(laughing)
-Please.
(punch thuds)
Uh!
(groaning)
-Shhh, shh, shh, shhh.
It's too late to go
back to school.
It's too late to go anywhere.
(sighing)
(crying)
-Please.
(punch thuds)
-Those two hits will help
you not feel anything, Tomi.
The night your parents died,
I was in the house.
He died on his knees as your
mother begged for his life.
-Get back, get back.
(gunshot)
-Your mother, on the other hand.
Oh! Oh.
She went screaming.
-Ahhh!
(gunshot)
-How will you go?
-I got this, pendejo.
(gunshot)
-Let's go dump her.
(intense music)
(upbeat music)
(light upbeat music)
-Hmmm.
-(speaking Spanish)
I shot a lot of people
in my life.
Enough that where I can graze
somebody if I want to.
(speaking Spanish)
-Why would you help me?
-Selfish reasons.
Querer comer?
-I don't. I don't think
I can eat.
-I don't have a problem eating.
Juice then?
Your padre, he was a loyal
and honorable man.
He always did right by me.
But Ben, that
(speaking Spanish).
He's messing with my money
and I can't let that happen.
And now he's trying to
mess with your money.
Your padre, he made that
money straight up.
He risked a lot for the
people of this town.
-My dad was in his way.
-They're all power hungry.
They killed a lot of
people for Ben.
Jealousy and greed.
-Penelope?
-No. She's no more.
The cop, he did her.
And that red bandana fucker,
he killed her hijo
and the husband.
A few months back, because
they talked too much.
-Cody.
-He's safe for now.
But they need him to run drugs.
Because that's what
Ben wants to do too.
-I need to run.
-You know too much.
They'll find you.
-What if I call the FBI?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Clmate.
-What am I supposed to do?
-We need to make it right.
-How?
-All right look, I'm going
to finish my Mexican
breakfast because it's starting
to get cold, and then,
we're going to go kill them all
(speaks Spanish).
-I don't think--
-It's you, or it's them.
(speaks Spanish)
You have until I
finish to decide.
(upbeat music)
-Fuck'em!
-(speaks Spanish)
Vamos.
(upbeat music)
Wear me down
till there's nothing left
I'm head on heels,
black powder and lead
I'm coming out of my cage,
I'm rattling bones
-We're not really open yet.
Crack that pistol whip
and I'm ready to blow
What the hell are you doing?
No way. Cidd!
Thank God, man.
Take care of her ass.
(punch thuds)
Oh, what the hell, man?
-Do I have your attention?
-Yes. Yes.
-Who killed my parents?
-Oh, Henry Fletcher.
-Why?
-Oh, Ben man.
He partnered with Henry.
They wanted your land and money.
-Where is Ben?
-What time is it?
-10:15 (speaks Spanish).
-Down the street.
At the machine shop.
Right down the street.
-Has he killed anyone?
-No.
-I wasn't talking to you.
You're going to stay
here with Cidd
and if you try to move,
he's gonna shoot your ass.
Entiendes?
-Yes.
-Si, you do know
a little Spanish.
-They're going to get your ass!
-Oh, Miles, this is just
too big for you.
(gunshot)
-Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh.
-Let's go put some lemon on it.
Come on.
-Oh, no, no, no.
(intense music)
(gunshot)
(upbeat music on earphones)
-Hello.
-Hello.
Surprised?
-How?
-Because you're a coward
and can't handle your
own dirty work.
-Tomi listen--
-Oh, shut the fuck up,
motherfucker.
How could you?
-I didn't.
-But you ordered it.
-It's the business
your father chose.
I'm not even in that business.
-Cidd says you are.
-You shouldn't have
used Cidd's name.
-You'll never get the
chance to rat me out.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
-Ahhh!
(both grunting)
(grunting)
(dramatic music continues)
-You say I don't do any of
my own dirty work.
(grunting)
-Son of a bitch!
-It's over Ben.
-I never killed anyone.
I never killed anyone.
This would be cold
blooded murder.
-No.
-Tomi.
-It's self-defense.
-I'm a witness.
-Nah, I'm a witness.
I have someone I need to see.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
(somber music)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
-Tomi what are you doing?
No, Tomi, no.
He's an old man.
Please, Tomi, no!
(gunshots)
(somber music)
(engine starts)
(somber music)
(sighing)
(crying)
(birds chirping)
(somber music)
(upbeat music)
-[Tomi] We are all imperfect
beings doing our best
to survive every day, no matter
what ground you walk on.
Some of us do wrong,
hurt others,
and the powers that be say
it's legal and just.
Some of us fearfully do
what we have to do
in order to keep a
roof over our heads.
Despite the powers who say
you'll be arrested and put away.
The powers do not
walk in our shoes.
People have been doing
what my dad endured
for thousands of years
and I will always think of him
as my own personal Robin Hood.
I think it's time for
us to redefine
those two simple words,
good and bad.
Somehow,
I think they've gotten
twisted over the years.
As for me, you can
find me in the Deep
South on the Voodoo
Duck, fishing the waters
I snatched back from the jaws
of greed and bureaucracy.
(speaks foreign language)
(intense music)
Wear me down
till there's nothing left
I'm head on heels,
black powder and lead
I'm coming out of my cage,
I'm rattling bones
Crack that pistol whip
and I'm ready to blow
You better duck and cover
Say your prayers
Turn your tail and run
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun,
yeah
A girl with a gun
Let your feet,
you crossed that line
Any last regrets
before you die
Made your bed
now here you lie
There ain't no one
left to hear you cry
You better duck and cover
Say your prayers
Turn your tail and run
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun
Girl with a gun
I am woman,
hear me roar
Welcome to my
killing floor
Bend your knees,
your time has come
(indistinct)
You better duck and cover
Say your prayers
Turn your tail and run
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun
It's time to meet
your maker
Your fate is sealed
(indistinct)
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun
A girl with a gun
A girl with a gun,
yeahhh, yeahhhh
Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh
Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh
A girl with a gun
Ohh, yeahhh
-Cut and lunch.
(arrows whooshing)
(upbeat music)
(gunshots)
(upbeat music continues)
-Can I get a whiskey sour?
-Can you make a shoe smell?
-Oh, yeah.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Robert.
-Henry?
-No, get out of my store.
-I can help you.
-Yeah, you told me
this months ago.
-I just need time.
-Now just leave.
-He's not doing business
with you, Robert.
-Henry?
-It's over, Robert.
-So you turned on me too, huh?
(loud crash)
-Hey babes, come sit at
the bar with me.
(tires squealing)
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
-Come on. Go.
(gunshots)
-We need to get out of here!
Go pack a bag!
(dramatic music)
(police sirens blaring)
-Robert.
Come on out peaceful,
so no one gets hurt.
One more time,
then we'll go in.
Robert!
-This jackass is trying
to bang my wife.
-That's it.
-Sit down.
-Stop it!
Free round of drinks
on the house?
Shit.
Serve these for me and
watch the bar.
It's my mom.
-Hey, TomTom, it's Ben.
-Yes.
-I'm not good at these things,
so I'm just going to
come right out and tell you.
-Yeah.
-It's your parents. Your mom.
Your mom and dad are gone Tomi.
Your mom shot your dad
and then herself.
-What?
-I know. I know. Listen.
Did your mom and dad
say anything to you
about what was happening?
-No.
What?
-Oh, God. I'm so,
so sorry, Tomi.
So sorry. Listen,
you need to come home
and take care of things.
-Okay?
-How long of a drive
do you have?
-6 hours.
-Okay.
Okay. Again, I'm,
I'm so, so sorry and
and I'm here for you
when you get home TomTom.
-Thanks.
(crying)
-Be careful,
bye, bye.
(somber music)
(car door closes)
(somber music)
(cans rattling)
-You're a knotch off
the ole stock.
-Papa,
why do I need to know
how to shoot a gun?
-Protection.
-From who?
-The government, scoundrels.
-Huh?
-You'll understand one day.
-Okay Papa.
-Tomi, there's nothing
in this world you can't do.
Never think small.
Think big, okay?
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
(gunshots)
(sighing)
(sighing)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(knocking)
-Yes, Miss Fletcher,
be there in a minute.
-Oh baby.
Sweet Jesus.
Child, it is good to see you.
-It's good to see you,
Miss Fletcher.
-So you're moving back in?
-For the moment.
-That's good. That's good.
We didn't like seeing
the house abandoned.
I am so sorry.
Here, I brought you some
of my world
famous bread pudding.
-Thank you.
-Oh, baby.
I know, I know.
It's like your connection
to the earth has been severed.
Just know that,
Henry and I are right next door
if you need anything.
-How is Mr. Henry?
-Bless your heart, he's fine.
I told that old fool I hoped
you were moving in.
And you know what he said?
You're not going to
believe it, he says,
you mean that little girl?
I swear ya'll grow so fast.
-I've heard that.
-When you get older,
time just flies by child.
-Does it?
-You need to get out soon
and see the town.
You plan on going out?
-I've been thinking about it.
May downtown later.
-Oh, Lord.
Let me get out of
your hair then.
And you make sure and try
that bread pudding.
That was my best ever.
And if you need anything, honey,
just let us know
and feel free
to come to the house anytime.
And eat that bread
pudding, baby.
-I sure will. Thanks.
-Hey, have you been in the barn?
You might want to try that out.
Bye, bye now.
-You're tin now?
(door closes)
Holy shit.
What the hell were
you doing, dad?
(door opens)
(gun cocks)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
Let me go!
-Where is it?
-Where's what?
-Where is it?
-Where's what?!
-Your time's coming.
(gunshots)
(intense music)
(upbeat music)
(water softly splashing)
(dramatic music)
-Hello?
Anyone in here?
I have a gun.
I'll shoot your ass.
(intense music)
What the?
Something new here everyday.
-Not now, what?
I got money, shit.
I'll tell 'em to fuck off.
I'm comin' down there.
(screams)
(man yells)
- Cody!
You scared the shit out of me.
-Yeah.
You scared the shit in to me.
Yeah.
-What are you doing
taking a shit here?
-It's good to see you too.
You brat.
You just about gave
me a heart attack.
Where's your daddy, anyway?
Went up to the house,
nobody's up there.
I mean, I got a key round back,
but I wasn't sure.
-You don't know?
-Know what?
-Cody,
Mom shot Dad and then herself.
-Oh. Oh.
No way.
No way.
-Cody!
Cody!
(engine revving)
What's going on around here?
(upbeat music)
- [Radio] And you're hanging
with old Rockin Randola
on Lake Arthur's KJLA 103.5.
Hey, hope everyone's feeling
fine on this beautiful fall day.
We've got clear skies
and a nice cool 80 degrees.
KJLA 103.5.
(upbeat music)
-Tomi Shaw, you're a woman now.
-You still have a crush on me?
-Whoo Wee!
You're a knockout!
-Thank you.
-Whatever you want.
It's on the house.
-Thanks, but, that may not be
a good idea for me right now.
-Maybe a good idea for me.
-Hah, you wish.
A Moscow Mule and
give it a kick.
-I'm sorry to hear about
your parents.
-I appreciate that.
Has, uh, Cody come
in here today.
-He back?
No, I haven't seen him.
-Back from where?
He didn't know anything
about my parents.
-Oh, you know, Cody,
that guy's a drunk flake.
He disappears all the time.
(glass slams)
Hey. Hey.
You better pay for that.
Hey, you drunk bitch!
-Is that Penelope Toupe?
-Yeah.
-Damn.
-Yeah,but she likes to
work my last nerve.
-Yeah, I got one of those
back in the bar at school.
-What are you studying
back there, anyway?
-Nothing.
I'm done.
-You're done?
You gonna move back here?
-I don't know yet.
How's the town since
fishing dried up?
-Yeah, people are
doing well here.
Finding ways to make money
with the crawfish and the
rice and oil fields.
-It's good to hear.
-Where are you going?
-Home.
I have a ton of stuff
to go through.
-Anything interesting?
-I'll see you later.
-Let's grab a drink later.
-Yeah, sure.
-Be great to catch up.
-I'll see you later.
-See you later.
(intense music)
-Cody.
(mysterious music)
Uncle Ben.
-Oh, hey, TomTom.
I'm sorry I didn't get
much time to visit
with you at the funeral.
-There was a lot going on.
-Yeah.
I wanted to come by and offer
any kind of help I can at
this time or any time.
-Thank you.
-Came as a shock
to a lot of people.
-But not to you?
-Well, he stopped talking to me
at some point in the
past couple of years,
so I don't know what
he was doing.
Word on the street said
he wasn't fishing anymore.
-You're thinking
something illegal.
-I hate to say.
The town has been
going through hard times,
and he seemed to thrive.
-You seem to be doing all right.
-I took a risk.
It worked out.
So have you seen
the succession yet?
-No. Tomorrow.
-Oh. Did he leave you
any kind of notes,
emails, texts, anything?
-A couple sentences on
the fridge whiteboard.
-Like?
-Uh, green, deep and four acres,
and something about the
house being iron.
-Huh.
(phone ringing)
-Sorry.
-No, no.
I'll leave you to it.
Are you planning on
sticking around?
-I don't know yet.
-Well, you need to get your
dad's crawfish traps up.
Be a lot of dead loss.
-I'll get Cody on that.
-Did you ever find Cody?
-No.
-Well, tell him come by and
see me when you do.
-Okay.
-If you ever need anything.
-I appreciate it.
(phone ringing)
Miles, so soon?
-Hey, I have to work nights
next week, so tonight it is.
You in?
(scoffs)
Oh, here we go.
What's the excuse?
-I have a meeting
in the morning.
-How early?
-10:00.
-10 o'clock, come on,
that's not early.
Meet me at the bar for seven.
-Okay.
-Hey, well all right. Bye.
-Bye.
(upbeat music)
(door slams)
(intense music)
(footsteps)
-You're early.
-Yeah, I got bored home alone,
so I thought that I would come
grab a drink before we,
whatever we're going to do.
-You look beautiful.
-Thank you, Uncle Ben.
-You know, that was something
you called me as a child.
It's just Ben now
that we're adults.
-Okay. Sorry.
-And don't be sorry.
Hey, give me a hug.
You two kids have fun tonight.
Drinks are on me.
-You want to get out of here?
-Yeah, you've no idea.
-Ben, we good?
-Oh, thank you.
-Yeah.
Stole this from the bar.
That way it tastes better.
-I bet charm is your superpower.
-It doesn't hurt for sure.
-Thank you.
You know these aren't
wine glasses, right?
-You grab what you can
when people aren't
looking right?
-Right.
That's good stuff.
-As good as a small town offers.
-I have to say.
What is going on in this town?
-Whoa.
-I mean, I just.
People are treating me
really strange.
-Well, you've been gone a long
time and situation with your--
-My parents.
I just.
I don't get that.
-After the fishing dried up,
people had to do
whatever they could
to survive here.
-What do they do?
What did my dad do?
Nobody seems to know anything.
-Well he fished, didn't he?
-You just said it dried up.
-Crawfish.
Try to relax.
Here, have a sip.
-Hit me.
-Did your mom or dad
leave any notes
or information for you?
-No. This wine is a, strong.
I haven't found anything yet.
-Wow. It's a beautiful night.
When I come out here, it
frees my mind to think of all
the vast things I'm going
to do with my life.
-You know?
-Yeah.
Crawfish.
I'm going to introduce
Louisiana crawfish
to the rest of America.
-Right.
-Crawfish shops everywhere.
We ship them out live and
keep them fresh until we boil.
-Do you have a name yet?
-Yes. Glad you asked.
-Miles and Miles Crawfish.
(laughing)
-I like it.
-Thank you.
-It's clever.
-You have any idea what
you're going to do when
you settle things here?
-Depends on how
my parents left things.
Do you know what Ben is doing,
nowadays?
-Uh, he's in the oil
field game, leasing land
and controlling the waterways.
-Controlling the waterways?
What? What does that mean?
-You know, boats and shit.
-Does he own LA Bar now?
-Yeah.
Bought from Mr. Stanley's
family right after he passed.
-Mr. Stanley's dead?
-Yeah.
-How?
-Drowned fishing.
-Damn.
-Why don't you show me
that barn of yours?
It's getting late.
I got to get you home anyway.
-I'm a--
I'm--
I'm starting to feel
a little tipsy.
-You're a light weight.
Oh, God.
(intense music)
I don't know, how do you feel?
Oh, everything
looks cool to me.
You know, I've been
to your house
a few times, and I used to
meet with your daddy.
But, you know, I haven't
been (indistinct).
I would drink another
one with you.
Hey, look, look at me.
(indistinct)
(indistinct)
I don't know. I'm not
saying that was an expensive
bottle, but.
(intense music)
(door creaking)
(no dialogue)
Okay.
Where's the money?
No, this isn't fucking
funny, man.
This is serious.
Where's the money, Tomi?
Hey, where's
the money, man?
Where's the money, Tomi?!
(intense music)
(birds chirping)
(sighing)
-What the hell is going on?
(police sirens blaring)
(vehicle doors closing)
-Eddie?
Need you to come with me.
(punch thuds)
Get him!
(dramatic music)
-Welcome, Eddie.
-I know why I'm here.
-Do you now? Why?
-Because I know too much.
-What do you know?
-All of it.
-You're not from here, Eddie
so you probably don't know
that I love this town.
And I'm doing all
I can to preserve it.
To save it from the backwards
coon asses that are
stuck in the past.
Tradition this,
our culture that.
There's no money in the past.
-I don't have to be from here
Culo to see you're
trying to drain the town
of all the oil money.
(speaking Spanish)
Oh, that's right.
You don't understand Spanish.
And I'm just some dumb Mexican
that knows two languages.
That's what you're thinking.
-You don't know
what I'm thinking.
-It's all over your
face pendejo.
Wasn't enough that you
dammed up the fishing routes,
but anyone that opposes
you, lost everything.
Everyone knows
Robert was the one--
-Don't say his name again!
He's gone.
He chose his path.
-(speaking Spanish)
Jealous of Robert.
-Everybody has a choice,
Eddie.
You had a choice
not to help him.
A choice not to go behind
my back to his supplier.
-I had no choice!
None.
(intense music)
-What's your choice now?
-I am done.
I ain't working for you.
(music intensifies)
-Dump him in the water.
Since that was his
choice to begin with.
(intense music)
-I am so sorry.
-Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
Come in. Come in.
Please have a seat.
That's no problem.
It's good to see you.
As to the succession pertaining
to your mother and father.
And I'm very sorry about that.
But as it pertains to them,
the land and the farm are both
paid in full.
You are the sole
beneficiary of both.
So the good news is
that you will be retaining
the family land and farm.
-Is there bad news?
-Well, no, there's no bad news.
You know, I think it's odd.
For instance,
all right, there are
three bank accounts
or there were, there
were three bank accounts.
One of them was closed
two days before the incident.
-That is weird.
-That is a little weird right?
The second one has $250 in it.
The third one has like 1700.
And that's, I mean, that's
normal in a lot of ways.
But these folks were
approaching retirement age
and you would expect them
to have more money in it.
You would expect them to have
an I.R.A., that sort of thing.
But it seems like
there was just enough money
put in there each month
to pay the bills.
-Really?
-Yeah.
So, I mean, it seems
odd to me but
maybe I'm just being paranoid,
which is what they pay me for.
Speaking of which,
here are the documents.
The paperwork from the bank,
the certificates of death
for your mother and father.
And again, I'm very
sorry about that.
The deeds which we will
sign over to you
whenever you're ready.
And that's basically it.
-How much do I owe you?
-You don't owe us anything.
-Why?
-That's been taken care of.
-By who?
-By Mr. Ben.
-I'll make sure to thank him.
-Okay.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
Have a great day.
(door opens and closes)
-The dock.
(door opens and closes)
(dramatic music)
Cody?
Cody?
Get Out!
-Uh! Oh.
-What are you doing
on my dad's boat?
-Your dad's boat?
Hell, these are all his boats.
-Tell me what's going on.
-First of all, put that thing
away, alright.
Okay, I'm on your side here.
-My side?
-First of all, we got to get
up on out of here, alright.
(dramatic music)
-Go.
-It's--
Uh.
-Continue.
-All right, look, I'll tell you
everything I know,
but I've been gone for a week.
-Where?
-Open water.
-From the beginning.
-Just, all right.
Look my, all right,
about five years ago,
Uncle Ben,
he made this deal with
the Land Corporation,
these oil tycoons.
The land people would lease
the land to the oil people,
who then built these
dams and levees which,
which land locked
all the fishing ground
and kept all people out.
-Uncle Ben?
-Wait, well then
the town started dying.
Everybody started
getting desperate
trying to figure out
how to survive
and figure something else
out. Your dad, hell
he asked Uncle Ben
to open the water.
But he wouldn't,
wouldn't budge.
So then people started losing
their homes, their rice fields,
and Uncle Ben he just kept
getting richer and richer.
-Okay.
-When your daddy went
down to Mexico
to see about possibly moving
the crawfish down there,
he, he met this guy named Cidd.
-The bartender at the bar?
-No, hell no.
No, he's the head of that
Mexican group.
-No, he was serving drinks.
-He likes to play bartender.
-Go on.
-Yeah, anyway, Cidd,
he uh, talked your daddy into
running drugs for his cartel.
-Get the hell out of
here with that.
-Yes, I'm telling the truth.
It's true.
He, look, it's just grass, but,
and he was planning on quitting
once the town got
back on its feet.
I mean, hell, he's going around
giving money to
everybody around town.
-It's a little hard to
believe that my dad--
-You know that I
love your family.
I love your mom and dad.
I've known you since
you were a little baby.
-You need to understand,
this is a bit overwhelming
for me at the moment.
-Which is why he didn't
say anything to you.
He was trying to protect you.
-You believe that
my mom did it?
-No, hell, no.
-I don't either.
-As far as I could tell,
Ben was really jealous
of your daddy.
He had a lot more respect
in him and Ben hated that.
Plus, he saw all the money he'd
have us bringing around town.
-You think Uncle Ben
killed them?
-He didn't pull the trigger,
but I'd bet my life that he's
the one who ordered it.
Why do you think I left?
I ran, I mean, he knows I'm
loyal to your family.
I'm next. I know way too much.
-So now Uncle Ben
is going to take
over the drug running company
and keep all the money.
-If Cidd was at
the bar then,
yeah.
-Who is your red bandana man?
-Yeah, you know, he don't
care about nobody.
-Are the police in on it?
-Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Yeah, I mean, they was loyal
to your dad until he was gone.
But now they just jumped ship.
-No, doubt.
He probably helped
Ben cover it up.
The other night,
I saw the Fletchers at the bar.
-Them too.
-Miles?
-Oh, yeah, he's deep in, way in.
Hell, everybody in the town is.
They all scared to
lose everything.
They're all scared of Uncle Ben.
Ain't no place around here safe.
-Not even here.
-Nowhere.
-Cody, can I trust you?
-Men, they got one
thing that can't be
taken away from him,
and that's his word.
You got mine.
-Come see, come on.
Hmm.
-Riddles?
-I guess.
Why would they still have
the crawfish traps out?
-I don't know it ain't
crawfish season.
-How big is the pond?
-I should know I dug it.
It's four acres.
-Hold it, wait.
He's out there. No. No. No.
Stand up.
Don't act any different.
He knows I'm in here.
-Why doen't he just come in
here and blast us?
-I don't know.
-We have something they want.
-Yeah.
Your parents money.
-I just went to the lawyers.
They don't have any.
They're broke.
-No, they ain't.
-The money's in the pond.
How much?
-Millions.
-Holy shit.
House made of iron.
Iron?
Well, what is a house
made out of?
-Well, uh, wood?
-Jackpot!
-No way, you're kidding me.
Clever girl.
No way.
-What do we do now?
-Look at this.
Well,
I guess we wait till after dark
and then we get in that pond.
-You think I'm safe?
-Yeah, at least until
they find that money.
-All right, you stay here
and guard the money
which ultimately is my life.
I have someone I need to see.
-Hey, be careful.
(intense music)
-Hey, darling.
How are you?
-Better now.
-You sure tied one
on last night.
(laughing)
-For you Mama?
-Cerveza.
-Si.
-You know, Spanish?
-Nope.
-Probably just all
the dirty words.
Huh, Cidd?
(laughing)
-I do know
what's going on here.
-What are you talking about?
-I see you.
-See what?
-You drugged me.
-Wait a minute, I never
touched you.
-No, you didn't.
You touched my house.
-Prove it.
What the fuck, bitch?
You have no idea.
This thing's too big
for you, little girl.
-Miles!
(intense music)
-Just go ahead.
I'm already dead.
They've killed everyone
that I love.
You know you can't stop them.
You've got to get out of here.
You have to leave now.
Just leave, please.
-You just need to
calm down, okay?
-I couldn't--
I couldn't help my family.
But I want to help you.
Okay, just leave.
-She bothering you Miss?
-No, she's good.
-Yeah, well,
she's a public drunk
and disorderly.
-No, she's fine.
-Just run.
Run Tomi, run!
(dramatic music)
-Cody?
Cody?
Cody?
Cody?
(crying)
(sighing)
(phone ringing)
-Hello Tomi, how are
you doing baby?
Tomi?
Are you there?
Did you hang up?
-I'm just,
missing my parents, and I
want somebody to talk to.
Sorry.
-Don't be sorry, baby.
You know we all love you.
-I love you.
-Henry and I just said
how much we missed you.
-Really?
-Henry and I are going to take
you to supper soon.
Let you pick any
restaurant you want.
-I'd love that.
-If you need any help going
through things, I can help.
You home now?
-Yeah.
-Why don't you just
put some stuff together
and I can come over
this afternoon and help.
-Yeah, I'll go do that now.
-Well, I have food on
the stove, but we love you.
-Love you.
-Bye.
-Bye.
(crying)
(upbeat music)
(groaning)
(upbeat music)
(dramatic music)
-Where are you off to Tomi?
-Back to school.
-But you dropped out.
You don't want to do that.
There's nowhere to go, Tomi.
-You looking for this?
-No, please.
-The money, it's in the pond.
-Four acres.
It was there the whole time.
(laughing)
Your dad.
-Please, I promise
I won't tell anyone.
Please, please, please.
No, please. Help!
Help! Help! Help!
-No one can hear you Tomi.
Help me, help me!
-Help me!
(laughing)
-Please.
(punch thuds)
Uh!
(groaning)
-Shhh, shh, shh, shhh.
It's too late to go
back to school.
It's too late to go anywhere.
(sighing)
(crying)
-Please.
(punch thuds)
-Those two hits will help
you not feel anything, Tomi.
The night your parents died,
I was in the house.
He died on his knees as your
mother begged for his life.
-Get back, get back.
(gunshot)
-Your mother, on the other hand.
Oh! Oh.
She went screaming.
-Ahhh!
(gunshot)
-How will you go?
-I got this, pendejo.
(gunshot)
-Let's go dump her.
(intense music)
(upbeat music)
(light upbeat music)
-Hmmm.
-(speaking Spanish)
I shot a lot of people
in my life.
Enough that where I can graze
somebody if I want to.
(speaking Spanish)
-Why would you help me?
-Selfish reasons.
Querer comer?
-I don't. I don't think
I can eat.
-I don't have a problem eating.
Juice then?
Your padre, he was a loyal
and honorable man.
He always did right by me.
But Ben, that
(speaking Spanish).
He's messing with my money
and I can't let that happen.
And now he's trying to
mess with your money.
Your padre, he made that
money straight up.
He risked a lot for the
people of this town.
-My dad was in his way.
-They're all power hungry.
They killed a lot of
people for Ben.
Jealousy and greed.
-Penelope?
-No. She's no more.
The cop, he did her.
And that red bandana fucker,
he killed her hijo
and the husband.
A few months back, because
they talked too much.
-Cody.
-He's safe for now.
But they need him to run drugs.
Because that's what
Ben wants to do too.
-I need to run.
-You know too much.
They'll find you.
-What if I call the FBI?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Clmate.
-What am I supposed to do?
-We need to make it right.
-How?
-All right look, I'm going
to finish my Mexican
breakfast because it's starting
to get cold, and then,
we're going to go kill them all
(speaks Spanish).
-I don't think--
-It's you, or it's them.
(speaks Spanish)
You have until I
finish to decide.
(upbeat music)
-Fuck'em!
-(speaks Spanish)
Vamos.
(upbeat music)
Wear me down
till there's nothing left
I'm head on heels,
black powder and lead
I'm coming out of my cage,
I'm rattling bones
-We're not really open yet.
Crack that pistol whip
and I'm ready to blow
What the hell are you doing?
No way. Cidd!
Thank God, man.
Take care of her ass.
(punch thuds)
Oh, what the hell, man?
-Do I have your attention?
-Yes. Yes.
-Who killed my parents?
-Oh, Henry Fletcher.
-Why?
-Oh, Ben man.
He partnered with Henry.
They wanted your land and money.
-Where is Ben?
-What time is it?
-10:15 (speaks Spanish).
-Down the street.
At the machine shop.
Right down the street.
-Has he killed anyone?
-No.
-I wasn't talking to you.
You're going to stay
here with Cidd
and if you try to move,
he's gonna shoot your ass.
Entiendes?
-Yes.
-Si, you do know
a little Spanish.
-They're going to get your ass!
-Oh, Miles, this is just
too big for you.
(gunshot)
-Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh.
-Let's go put some lemon on it.
Come on.
-Oh, no, no, no.
(intense music)
(gunshot)
(upbeat music on earphones)
-Hello.
-Hello.
Surprised?
-How?
-Because you're a coward
and can't handle your
own dirty work.
-Tomi listen--
-Oh, shut the fuck up,
motherfucker.
How could you?
-I didn't.
-But you ordered it.
-It's the business
your father chose.
I'm not even in that business.
-Cidd says you are.
-You shouldn't have
used Cidd's name.
-You'll never get the
chance to rat me out.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
-Ahhh!
(both grunting)
(grunting)
(dramatic music continues)
-You say I don't do any of
my own dirty work.
(grunting)
-Son of a bitch!
-It's over Ben.
-I never killed anyone.
I never killed anyone.
This would be cold
blooded murder.
-No.
-Tomi.
-It's self-defense.
-I'm a witness.
-Nah, I'm a witness.
I have someone I need to see.
(dramatic music)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
(somber music)
(gunshot)
(gunshot)
-Tomi what are you doing?
No, Tomi, no.
He's an old man.
Please, Tomi, no!
(gunshots)
(somber music)
(engine starts)
(somber music)
(sighing)
(crying)
(birds chirping)
(somber music)
(upbeat music)
-[Tomi] We are all imperfect
beings doing our best
to survive every day, no matter
what ground you walk on.
Some of us do wrong,
hurt others,
and the powers that be say
it's legal and just.
Some of us fearfully do
what we have to do
in order to keep a
roof over our heads.
Despite the powers who say
you'll be arrested and put away.
The powers do not
walk in our shoes.
People have been doing
what my dad endured
for thousands of years
and I will always think of him
as my own personal Robin Hood.
I think it's time for
us to redefine
those two simple words,
good and bad.
Somehow,
I think they've gotten
twisted over the years.
As for me, you can
find me in the Deep
South on the Voodoo
Duck, fishing the waters
I snatched back from the jaws
of greed and bureaucracy.
(speaks foreign language)
(intense music)
Wear me down
till there's nothing left
I'm head on heels,
black powder and lead
I'm coming out of my cage,
I'm rattling bones
Crack that pistol whip
and I'm ready to blow
You better duck and cover
Say your prayers
Turn your tail and run
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun,
yeah
A girl with a gun
Let your feet,
you crossed that line
Any last regrets
before you die
Made your bed
now here you lie
There ain't no one
left to hear you cry
You better duck and cover
Say your prayers
Turn your tail and run
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun
Girl with a gun
I am woman,
hear me roar
Welcome to my
killing floor
Bend your knees,
your time has come
(indistinct)
You better duck and cover
Say your prayers
Turn your tail and run
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun
It's time to meet
your maker
Your fate is sealed
(indistinct)
Oh, your momma should
have taught you
That you never mess
around with a
Girl with a gun
A girl with a gun
A girl with a gun,
yeahhh, yeahhhh
Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh
Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh
A girl with a gun
Ohh, yeahhh
-Cut and lunch.