(spirited music) (gentle music) (birds chirping)
(wings fluttering) (engines humming)
(horns honking) (bat cracking)
(audience cheering) - Bottom of the ninth,
two outs, bases loaded, the Cubs are up by a run. Logan Fallon is on the mound as Mike Schmidt steps
up to the plate. The catcher signals for a
curve, but Logan shakes him off. He wants to bring on the heat. (birds chirping) (springs clattering) (ball thudding) - Boy, that Mike
Schmidt sure can hit. - Yeah, are you sure
you don't wanna play? - Can't, Logan, I'm on duty. (dog barking) (engine humming) (brakes squeaking) (footsteps plodding) - Sam. (door clattering) - Evening, Mr. Fallon. - Get you guys some
iced tea or something? - Oh, we're fine, sir. Thanks for asking.
- All right. You guys let us know if
we can get you anything. - Thank you, sir.
- Uh-huh. - Keep your eyes open.
- Yes, sir. - [Nicholas] Anybody home? - Daddy, daddy, we
saw you on TV today. - Oh, you did? How'd I look, sweetie? - Pretty cool, dad. - Cool? Ooh, thank goodness. Hey, good looking,
give me some sugar. (lips smacking) I needed that. Kids are telling me I'm famous. - Oh, like we really need that. - Dad, can we go play catch? - Uh, I have to ask the boss. - [Jessica And Logan]
Can we, mom? Can we? - Okay, but dinner's
in a half an hour. - All, right, all right. Don't throw anything at
your sister's head, Logan. And you come here. (Terry laughing) Do you have any idea the
kind of day I've had? - Well, how are you holding up? - I'm fine. How are you holding up? - You mean does having cops in my yard cause me
any extra stress? - Mm-hmm, something
just like that. - Nah, keeps salesman away. - That is so true. (Terry laughs) (gentle music) (swing squeaking) (ball thudding) - Boy, humming in there. We're calling you Catfish. Let me see your curve ball. All right, fly ball, both hands. (ball thudding) Both hands. Zip it in there. And add some heat. Ow, my hand. Try a fly ball. Yeah, ground ball, get
your glove on the ground. Tell 'em your daddy said
to start you on the mound. All right, both hands. That's it. (ball thudding) (door clattering) (Nicholas grunts) Hey, buddy. - Hey. - You look as worn out as I am. Scoot over there. Make some room for your old man. (Nicholas grunts and sighs) (pensive music) You guys move this room around? - No. - Ah, I guess it's been a
while since I've been in here. (hand thudding) You know we've been working
so long and so hard to put Al Talgorno away, looks like
we're finally gonna do it. - Dad, the kids at school,
they say he's a gangster. They say he's gonna kill you. - Nobody's gonna
kill anybody, Logan. - Dad, I'm scared. Why do you have to be
the one that gets him? - Well, 'cause I'm
a district attorney. That's my job. - Dad.
- What? - You know how I get
one of these feelings, like something bad's gonna
happen, and then it does? - Yeah. - I've been getting
one really strong. - Well, we all know better than to ignore those
feelings of yours, Logan. Look, son, I'm not
gonna lie to you. What I'm doing is dangerous, but I'm doing it in a courtroom. I'm not gonna try him
here in the house. This is our home. We're, we're safe here. You understand that?
- But mom doesn't like it. She wishes you'd let
someone else have the case. - I know. Look, I'm gonna
tell you something, and I want you to
remember this, okay? - Okay. - There comes a time in your
life when you have to do the right thing, even if
it is a little dangerous. - Okay. - [Nicholas] Do you understand? That's how a man
defines himself. - Yes, sir. Okay, now I want you to get
some sleep and quit worrying. - 'Kay. You go get 'em tomorrow, dad. - I'm gonna lock him up. - And throw away the key.
(hands smacking) - That's what I'm talking about. - I love you, dad.
(lips smacking) - I love you, too. Go to sleep. (switch clicking) (latch clicking) (air whooshing)
(brooding music) (clock ticking) (brooding music continues)
(clock ticking) (air whooshing) (coyote howling) (air whooshing) (brooding music continues)
(creature growling) - Dad, dad, wake up. - Yeah, Logan, is
everything okay? - Dad, something's wrong. (Nicholas sighs) - What, Logan, there's
nothing wrong, buddy. Uh, we got policemen
all around the house. - No, dad, something's wrong. I can feel it. (dog barking) - Maybe you better
go see what it is. - Yeah, all right, okay. - I'll call the police. Logan, come on, hon. - [Nicholas] You stay
here with your mom. - Okay, it's gonna be okay. (Nicholas sighs) (dramatic music) (gun clanking) (dog barking) Logan, stay here. Logan. (dog barking) (phone clanking) (buttons beeping) Hello, police. (brooding music) - Logan, what did I tell you? Right back in the bedroom
with your mother right now. (gunshot blasting)
(Nicholas screaming) (body thudding)
(dramatic music) (footsteps plodding) - Hurry. (gunshot blasting)
(Terry grunting) (Logan sobbing) (body thudding) (dramatic music continues) (gunshots blasting) (Logan sobbing) - The boy's gone. Room's empty. - Well, he's gotta
be here somewhere. (siren wailing) Where's the boy? - Forget him. We gotta get outta here now. Let's go. (Logan sobbing)
(siren wailing) (phone clanking) (buttons beeping) (busy signal beeping) (buttons beeping) (dramatic music continues)
(phone beeping) (sirens wailing) (police speaking indistinctly) (guns clanking)
(dramatic music continues) (sirens wailing) (phone beeping)
(dog barking) (footsteps plodding)
(gentle music) - What's wrong, Jake? - I don't know, Ben. I tried calling my brother. I'm afraid something's wrong. I'm gonna fly to Chicago.
(mug thudding) (footsteps plodding) (dramatic music)
(air whooshing) - Well, there were
no physical injuries, but he suffered a
tremendous trauma. - Can I talk to him? - Sure, follow me.
(phone ringing) (door clattering) (gentle music continues) - Hi, Logan. I'm Agent Downing. My name's John. I'm with the FBI. Logan, did you see
any of the men who? (air whooshing) (dramatic music) (air whooshing) - No. - Okay. That's okay. (gentle music) If you think of anything,
anything at all. 'Kay? (footsteps plodding) - Okay, thank you, doctor. Hello, Logan. Do you know who I am? - Yeah, you're my Uncle Jake. (gentle music continues)
(sprinkler clicking) (melancholic music) (gravel crunching) I think it's up here. - Why do you have to
find this house, Logan? - Because I have to. (gravel crunching)
(spirited music) Stop here. (brakes squeaking) (birds chirping) - Whose house is that? - Albert Talgorno. - Who's he? - He's the man
I'm going to kill. (spirited music continues) We can go now. (engine revving) (spirited music continues) (engine humming) (tires screeching) (engine humming)
(spirited music continues) (dog barking) (door clattering) - [Ben] Hey. - Hello, Ben. - Welcome back, Jake. - [Jake] Ben, this is Logan. - Hey.
- Hi, Logan. Pleasure to make
your acquaintance. (footsteps plodding) (dog barking) That there's Attila. And that old boy
sure hates to be left out of a conversation, too. Oh, uh, hey, Logan. You don't have any bones in
that there suitcase, do ya? - No, sir. - Well, good thing. (dog barking) Hey, Logan, wait till
you see the ranch. (door clattering) Your uncle Jake's got about
1,000 of the prettiest acres in this part of the country. - 1,000 acres? - Well, okay, 986 to be
exact, and he's got horses. Do you like horses, Logan? - Uh-huh, my dad used
to take me to the... (melancholic music) (dog barking) (engine revving) (engine humming) (brakes squeaking) (door clattering) (gentle music) - This is your room, Logan. (bag thudding) Why don't you go ahead
and get unpacked, and we'll eat it in
about an hour, okay? - Okay. (bag rustling) (birds chirping) (wistful music) (footsteps plodding) (dishes clinking) Okay, I give up. What is this stuff? - This is Southwestern
cuisine, Logan, blue corn enchiladas, uh,
shredded beef rellenos, uh, slow-cooked ranch beans. - I've never heard
of any of this stuff, and it looks horrible. - Why don't you try it, son? You might like it. - I'm not your son, and
I don't wanna try it. My mom never made
this kind of food. (dramatic music) - Poor little guy, he's been
through a lot, hasn't he, Jake? - Too much, Ben. (bed creaking) (Logan sobbing)
(melancholic music continues) (Logan whimpering) (gentle music)
(birds chirping) - Your uncle got those
in Africa, Logan. - Jake was in Africa? - He sure was. And Japan. And Tibet. And Indonesia. Your uncle was an
adventurer, Logan, traveled all over the world. (spirited music) - [Logan] He was a soldier. - Well, not just a
soldier, he was a hero. - [Logan] And a fighter. - (laughing) He sure was. Jake was the Army boxing
and kickboxing champion. (gentle music) That's Sarah, Jake's wife. She's the one who finally
got him to settle down. - Where is she? - She died a few years ago. - Did you know her? - Sarah was my daughter, Logan. - I'm sorry. - That's all right. Now, come on. Let's go find Uncle Jake. (horse neighing) - [Logan] What's he doing? - [Ben] He's talking
to the horse. - [Logan] What do you mean? - Well, Logan, there's
many ways to train a horse. Now, what your uncle
Jake is doing is called horse whispering. That means gentle teaching. - Hey, Ben, can we saddle
up a couple horses? I'm gonna show Logan
around the ranch. - You bet. (gentle music continues) (horses neighing) - Back in Chicago, Logan, you
said you were going to kill, what's his name? - Talgorno, Albert Talgorno. - Yeah, why did you say that? - Because I meant it. I'm gonna kill him and the men
he hired to kill my family. - You know, Logan, revenge
is not a good thing, not something to build
your life around. (horse neighing) - Ben said you went to Africa. - Yeah. - And Tibet, too.
- Yep. - He said you were a hero. I saw your medal. - I just did what I had to do. - He said you were a
champion, a fighter. - Looks like Ben
talked quite a bit. - Will you teach
me how to fight? - We'll see. (hooves clopping) (horses neighing)
(gentle music continues) (hay thudding and rasping) (dramatic music) (hay thudding and rasping) (rope creaking) (dramatic music continues)
(wind howling) - Look out, Ben. (rope snapping) (pallet thudding) (air whooshing) (feet shuffling)
(birds chirping) - How long have you been
able to do that, Logan? - Do what? - Sense danger. - As long as I can remember.
(spirited music) I felt it the night my- - Felt what? - Well, it's like a stoplight. I feel the colors. Sometimes it's green
but usually yellow. - And sometimes red. - Yeah, how'd you know that? - Come on, Logan. (bright music)
(birds chirping) You ready, Logan? - I guess so. - Okay, here it goes. (staff whooshing) Now, Logan, Logan, concentrate. Concentrate now. Ready? Go. (arms thudding) (dog whining) (arms thudding) (air whooshing) (dog whining) - Wow, Uncle Jake,
how'd I do that? - Well, you have what they
call a proximity sense, Logan. - What's that? - Being able to sense
danger before it happens. - Why do I have it? - Well, it's a gift
from God, Logan. Why? I don't know. (bright music continues) (birds chirping) Okay, Logan, the most important
thing is your balance, being able to move without
ever losing your balance, okay? So get your left foot forward,
feet at a 45-degree angle. That's it, equal
weight on both legs. Now, bring your both hands up. That's it. Now, this is what we
call the breaking hand and then the shattering
hand right in here. Take the knee up and then
extend straight up and back. That's it, whoa, whoa. Got a jab first. Kick, kick, there. Now, as you kick
here, you jab now. You shoot the right hand out,
you can punch the right hand and bring your left hand back
up to the side of your face. And you got it,
and then you punch. There we go. Now, there you go. So you block that, right? Kick, jab, punch. Good. All right? (waves lapping) (horns honking) - Agent Downing.
- Agent Downing. - Agent Downing, sir.
- Agent Downing. - [Reporter] What is your
reaction to the judge's ruling? - No comment. - No prize, sir,
no comment at all? - No comment. (reporters chattering
indistinctly) - Oh, wait, look, Mr. Talgorno. Sir, do you have any comment
to the judge's ruling? - Any surprise, sir-
- Sir, any comments at all? - at the outcome-
- Any comments? - [Reporter] of the trial? - Comments?
- Yes, sir. - Yeah, I got a comment.
(brooding music) America's a great country. The dismissal of these
spurious charges proves that the system
does indeed work. And I hope, as I'm
sure all of you do, that the perpetrators
of this vile act be brought to justice. - What about your alleged ties to organized crime, sir?
- Yes, sir. - I have no ties
to organized crime, (cameras clicking) alleged or otherwise. I'm a businessman, and right now, I have
business to attend to. - [Lawyer] That's it. (reporters chattering
indistinctly) - Okay, ready? Go. (bright music)
(foot thudding) Good, now round kick, punch.
(mitts thudding) (fists and feet thudding) Good, now kick and punch
with the left hook. Good, kick, there.
(foot thudding) That's what I want. Again. (fists and feet thudding) Good, one more, one more. (mitt thudding) (bright music continues) That's it, Logan. (hooves clopping) (wind howling)
(spirited music) (air whooshing) (spirited music continues) That's it now. (foot thudding) That's it, good, good. (feet whooshing) (foot thudding)
(body thudding) (Logan grunting) (Logan and Jake laughing)
(hands thudding) (Logan groaning) Well, that's enough for me. - You always get me.
(hands thudding) (Jake laughing) (gentle music)
(birds chirping) You know, Jake, I think
I wanna join the Army. I wanna be a Ranger. - Why? - I don't know. It's something I
feel I have to do. Why'd you become a Ranger? - It was something I had to do. You know, Logan, the
Army Rangers are one of the best-trained fighting
forces in the world. To be one of them, you'd have
to be the best of the best. - Will you prepare me? - Are you sure
that's what you want? - Yeah. (gentle music continues)
(birds chirping) (Logan grunting)
(body thudding) (spirited music) (fists thudding) (legs thudding) (fists and legs thudding) (bodies thudding) (Logan grunting) - Knowing how to fight with
a knife could save your life. (knife thudding) Throw it right in there. (knife whooshing and clanging) Before you leave here, you're gonna be able
to hit that every time. (gunshots blasting) (bullets whizzing) I want you to keep practicing. (gunshots blasting) (knife whooshing and thudding) (gunshots blasting) (knife thudding) Good, attaboy.
(spirited music continues) (birds chirping) - Gentlemen, we have
a downed recon plane. We picked up a signal from Captain Mackey's signal
beacon 15 minutes ago. It's coming from
here in the middle of a rebel-controlled province. This is a two-miracle operation. First miracle is that
Captain Mackey survived the downing of his recon
plane alone and unprotected for three days in
rebel territory. Second miracle is getting
him out of there safely. Now, God provided for
the first miracle, and now he needs the second. And he's calling on the
Army Rangers for it. (engines whirring) Let's not let him down, people. Let's bring him back home. Dismissed. - [Soldiers] Sir. (helicopter whirring)
(spirited music continues) (spirited music continues)
(helicopter whirring) (spirited music continues)
(helicopter whirring) (air whooshing) (wistful music) (spirited music)
(helicopter whirring) - [Pilot] LC in
sight, lock and load. (helicopter whirring)
(spirited music continues) (spirited music continues)
(helicopter whirring) (gunshots blasting)
(bullets dining) - Taking fire.
- Under fire. (soldiers yelling indistinctly) (gunshots blasting) (explosion blasting) - Get this bird outta here. Pick me up five
clicks east of here. (explosion blasting) - [Soldier] Logan. - [Soldier] Cover him. (gunshots blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (dramatic music) (explosion blasting) (gunshots blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (dramatic music continues)
(helicopter whirring) (soldiers speaking indistinctly) (beacon beeping) (soldiers speaking indistinctly) (leaves rustling) (gunshots blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (bodies thudding) (beacon beeping) (soldiers speaking indistinctly) (gun clanking) (body thudding)
(soldier grunting) (foot thudding) (gun thudding) (spirited music) (soldiers speaking indistinctly) (foot thudding)
(soldiers grunting) (body thudding) (spirited music continues) (footsteps plodding) (device beeping) (spirited music continues) - [Logan] Did you
order a pizza, sir? - (laughing) Thank the Lord. I heard you guys deliver,
but this is ridiculous. - Sergeant Logan Fallon,
sir, need a little water? So you ready to get outta here? - It's gonna be easier
said than done, soldier. - Sir? - Broke my leg when
I hit the ground. I'm not gonna be
much for walking. - No problem, sir. We Rangers are a
full-service organization. Let's get you outta here. (lid clanking) - All right. (Mackey coughing) - Stay with me now. Come on. (Mackey grunting) You all right?
- Yeah. (Logan grunting) - All right. (spirited music) (footsteps plodding) (helicopter whirring)
(water splashing) (leaves rustling) (helicopter whirring) (spirited music continues)
(helicopter whirring) (air whooshing)
(brooding music) No. - Go.
- Cover, cover. - Stay back. It's a minefield. - [Soldiers] Stay clear. (explosion blasting) - Go, go, Sergeant,
save yourself. - Sorry, sir, I can't do that. (gunshots blasting) Come on. (gunshots blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (gun clanking) (gunshots blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (explosions blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (soldiers yelling indistinctly) (gunshots blasting)
(bullets dinging) - [Soldier] Go, go, go. (soldiers yelling indistinctly) (gunshots blasting)
(soldiers screaming) (helicopter whirring) (gentle music)
(gravel crunching) (birds chirping) (door clattering) - Looking pretty
good there, Sergeant. - Hey, Uncle Jake. - So how you been? - I've been good. It's good to see you. - It's good to see you, too.
(hands thudding) - Got something for you. - Well, well, well,
Distinguished Service Cross. So you had to go over there
and become a hero, huh? - I just did what I had to do. - Come on in.
- All right. Man, there he is.
(Ben laughing) Good to see ya. - Ah, you look great. - Thank you, thank you. (spirited music) (gentle music)
(birds chirping) - Your dad would've been
real proud of you, Logan. Believed in doing what was
right even if it was dangerous. - There comes a
time in your life when you have to
do the right thing even if it is a
little dangerous. Do you understand? That's how a man
defines himself. (air whooshing) - That's how a man
defines himself. - Yeah, it is. (spirited music continues) (footsteps plodding) - Oh, boy, forgotten
how peaceful it is here. - Yeah, sure is. - Jake, I've been
doing some thinking. (insects chirping) - About what? (gentle music) - I've decided to
leave the Army. - What are your plans? - I need to go back to Chicago. I need to take care
of some more business. - You know, Logan, once you
commit yourself to this, there's no turning back. You'll be the hunter
but also the hunted. (wind howling) Think about that. (pensive music)
(insects chirping) (footsteps plodding) - Jake, Logan's gone. - Yeah, I know. (pensive music continues) (waves lapping) (brakes squeaking) (window whirring) Whose house is this? - [Logan] Albert Talgorno. - [Jake] Who's he? - He's the man
I'm going to kill. (air whooshing) Let's go. (engine revving) (train rattling) (pensive music continues) (brooding music)
(birds chirping) (air whooshing) (brooding music continues) (air whooshing) - [Nicholas] There comes
a time in your life when you have to
do the right thing even if it is a
little dangerous. Do you understand? That's how a man
defines himself. (pensive music) Logan, right back
in the bedroom. What did I tell you? Right now. (gunshot blasting)
(Nicholas screams) (dramatic music)
(Logan sobbing) (gunshots blasting)
(Terry grunting) - It's empty. Where's the boy? - He's here somewhere. - Forget him. We gotta get outta here now. Let's go. (pensive music) - [Mr. Renner] Well, I'm
glad you finally came in to settle your inheritance. (files thudding) - I appreciate you
looking after it for me. - Your father was a good friend. That's why he chose
me to be his executor. Well, the initial estate, including the
insurance settlement, was valued at just
over a million dollars. - You said the initial estate? - Mm-hmm, well, for
the past 15 years, I've been investing that
money on your behalf. And I have to pat myself
on the back, Logan. I've done pretty well for you. You're a very wealthy young man. (paper rustling) (glasses clanking) - Wow, (laughing) so
I guess I don't have to work for a living. - I'd be a little remiss
if I didn't point out that work, a career can
give your life meaning. - Well, Mr. Renner, you
don't have to worry. I definitely will be working, and it'll definitely
have meaning. - Good luck to you, Logan. - Thank you. (spirited music) (train rattling) - [Jake] You know, Logan, once
you commit yourself to this, there's no turning back. You'll be the hunter
but also the hunted. (gun clanking) (spirited music continues) (engine revving) (door clattering) (car beeping) (spirited music continues) (door squeaking) (mellow music) (customers chattering
indistinctly) - [Customer] Hey, gimme
another drink over here. - [Bartender] All right. - Scotch, straight up. (customers chattering
indistinctly) - Hey, man. (mellow music continues) - What's a matter with you, huh? Johnny, Faffi, throw
that bum outta here. - [Gangster] Done. - What, I don't treat
you good enough? (fingers snapping) - Beat it. How you doing? - I'm good. - Oh, that's funny. You don't look good. You look lost.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, tell him, Johnny. - This ain't what you might
call a public facility. - I see. This is a private club.
(suspenseful music) - Bingo, private club,
members only, get it? Let's go.
(hand thudding) - All right, no, whoa. Like you guys said,
I'm outta here. By the way, excuse
me for one sec. - [Johnny] Hey, come back here. - Mr. Mercado.
- Boss, I'm sorry, he just... - How do you know my name? - You kidding? Everyone knows who you are. - What do you want? - I'm looking for work. Lemme tell you something. - If these two monkeys
are the best you got, you definitely-
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Do you recognize Mike Faffino? He was a middleweight
contender about 10 years back. And Johnny, lemme tell
you something, pal. These are two guys you
don't want unhappy with you. Take him out back. Teach him some manners, and you, I don't
wanna see you again. - Let's go play.
- Pleasure. - [Logan] Let's go play, guys. - What, do you like that? You like that flirting, huh? (hands thudding)
(feet shuffling) - All right, listen guys. I mean, we really don't
have to play, do we? I mean, we can-
- Shut up. - It was that monkey crack. That's what upset you guys? I'm sorry about
the monkey crack. - No, you're a punk, period. (fists thudding)
(Johnny screams) (fists whooshing) (fists thudding)
(Faffi grunting) (body thudding) (fists and legs thudding) (trash can clattering) Chicken karate crap. - You wanna box, Faffi? Is that it?
- Yeah, let's go. Come on. (fists whooshing) (fists thudding)
(Faffi grunting) (body thudding) (spirited music)
(dogs barking) (Johnny groaning) (mellow music) - Look, Mr. Mercado. It's real simple. I know you're a capo
with the Talgorno family. I wanna be with the best. My name's Jimmy Testa. I'm at the Rossmore, all right? (customers chattering
indistinctly) - The hell is this? - I don't know,
but it's not good. (bell ringing)
(Faffi gasps) - Hey, Faffi. - Whoa, we're in
trouble, Johnny. (trash can clattering) (engines humming) (gentle music)
(crickets chirping) - Testa, 203, is
there any messages? - Uh, no, sir, Mr. Testa. - Who's the kid? - Oh, that's Jesse. He lives down the hall from you. - [Logan] What's
he doing down here? - I don't know. Probably got in another
fight with his stepdad. Jerk can be pretty
rough on the kid. He's a good boy. I try and keep an eye on him. Well, have a good
night, Mr. Testa. - Yeah, you too. (gentle music continues) (pensive music) (phone ringing) (phone clanking) - Downing. (paper rustling) - [Logan] Special
Agent John Downing? - That's me. Who am I talking to? - Do you remember a
case about 15 years ago, a mob hit on a DA's
wife and family? - Yeah, I remember it. What about it? - You never got the
guys who did it. - Who is this? Look, if you know something
about those murders, if you have information,
I'm, I'm listening. If you don't, that
case is closed. - Not anymore. (phone clanking) (spirited music) (phone clanking) - Jan. - Yeah, John, what is it? - Will you do me a favor? I need you to pull
a file for me, a mob hit on the Chicago DA
Nicholas Fallon and his family. I think it happened
in the early '80s. - 'Kay, is that a rush,
rush or just a rush? (fingers tapping) - It's just a rush. - You got it. (hand knocking) (razor buzzing)
(siren wailing) (razor thudding) (hand thudding)
(pensive music) - Shoulda did that last night. - Very funny. (hand thudding) - [Johnny] Manager
said he was here. - [Faffino] Well,
maybe he went out back. How am I supposed to know? (door squeaking) Truth be told, I'm
glad he ain't here. Anyways, we knocked. That's what we were
supposed to do. Let's go. - Sorry to disappoint you guys. - Whoa, hey. (laughs) Be cool, man. We, we, we're just messengers. Mr. Mercado would like
to see you, you know, that is if you're still
interested in looking for a job. - When do I see him? - Right now. Uh, we have a car, car
right outside, Judge. - I tell you what. I'm gonna go throw on a shirt. I'll meet you downstairs
in five, all right? - Promise? - Yeah, go. - See you, Judge. - Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey,
Jim, uh, not for nothing, but, uh, you know, I'm
sorry about the other night. We, we just did
what we were told. No offense, okay? - Yeah, go. Get outta here. - All right, all right. (gentle music) (footsteps plodding) (engine humming)
(suspenseful music) (doors clattering) - You carrying? (Logan grunts) - [Logan] Just this. - Marone, talk
about a big stick. You gotta give it up. And, uh, I gotta pat ya down. - [Logan] Yeah, no
problem, come on. (door clattering) (brooding music) (newspaper rustling) - So you wanna be
part of the family? - Yeah, I do. - Why? - My father. (spirited music) He worked his whole life for, he was always behind
the eight ball, always waiting for things to
get better, and you know what? They never did. So I decided I wasn't gonna
make that same mistake. Look, Mr. Mercado, all I'm
asking for is a chance. - See, to give a chance,
I gotta take a chance. Who needs it? (switch clicking)
(window whirring) (guns clanking)
(suspenseful music) Nothing personal. (door clattering) Let's go. Down there. (door clattering) - Yeah, it's too bad. Kinda like the kid. - Yeah, he ain't a bad guy. - Listen, you don't
have to do this. Let me prove my worth. - I got plenty of soldiers. Walk. (hand thudding) - You'd have no one like me. - You know, he ain't gonna
be needing that gun anymore. - [Johnny] What do you mean? - Flip you for it. - All right. - I'm serious, you have no
one that can do what I can do. - If you're so good, how
come you're about to die? Kneel down over there. Let's get this over with. - Call it. (hand thudding) - Tails never fails. - Ah, forget about it. - So that's it?
(suspenseful music) - Yeah, that's it. You screwed up. Come on. (suspenseful music continues) (air whooshing) (suspenseful music continues) (knife whooshing)
(gangster screaming) (foot thudding)
(body thudding) (gangster screaming) (foot thudding)
(body thudding) (gun clanking)
(dramatic music) You gonna kill me? - You gonna gimme a job? (Mercado laughing) - Ah, well, you were right. None of my men coulda
done what you just did. Yeah, you got yourself a job. (pensive music) (gangster grunting) (footsteps plodding) Well, there's one way to
find out if you're for real. You got a problem
killing someone? (air whooshing) - The boy's gone. Room's empty. (air whooshing) - No. - Good. Come by the bar tomorrow. (pensive music continues) (glass shattering)
(Helen screaming) - [Helen] Leave the boy alone. (body thudding)
(Jesse gasping) - You ever raise your
voice to me again, I'll you and your mom. Now, beat it, you
little bastard. (footsteps plodding) (Ed laughing) - [Helen] (sobbing) Jesse. (fists and feet thudding)
(spirited music) (fists and feet thudding)
(spirited music continues) (Logan gasping)
(gentle music) - Hey, Jesse. (towel rustling) Jesse, what happened to you? - I fell. - Jesse, you didn't
get that in a fall. Did your dad do that to you? - He's not my dad. He's my stepdad, and
I told you I fell. - Okay. (laughing) Hey, hey, it's okay. Take it easy, all right? Listen to me. If there's ever anything
I can do to help. - Can you teach me how to fight? (Logan sighs) - Why do you wanna
learn to fight, Jesse? - So if anyone's getting
beaten up, I can stop it. - Is there anyone you
know getting beaten up? - No, but just in case. So are you gonna
show me or what? (Logan laughs) - Yeah, yeah, I'll show you.
(bright music) All right, let's see. Let's start at the
beginning, okay? Put your hands up. There you go, one more time. There you go. Left, right.
(fists thudding) Good, now try a kick. There you go. Now, let's try a combination. Good kick, one more
time, one more time. That's good, Jesse, real
good, one more time. (foot thudding) (siren wailing) (footsteps plodding) - Finding out anything? - Nothing new. This was my first case
after being assigned here, Nick Fallon, the Cook County DA. It happened the night before
a scheduled court appearance to prosecute the senior members of the Talgorno crime family. They hit him at home, Fallon,
his wife, his young daughter, and five Chicago
cops were killed. Only his 10-year-old
son survived the attack. - Did you get the
guys who did it? - We had 'em, but we
couldn't prove it. If anybody knew anything,
they were too scared to talk. - But you think
Talgorno was behind it? - I know he was. - This is all a
long time ago, John. Why the sudden interest? - Something stuck in my mind. Thanks, Jan. (pensive music continues) - [Bystander]
okay, see ya later. (engine humming) - Oh, wow, check this out. (door clattering) (pensive music) (door squeaking) - Fellas.
- Hey, Judge. - Jimmy, have a seat.
(newspaper rustling) Johnny. - Here you go, judge. - Judge Joseph Landers,
Fifth District Court. - A judge, huh? - You got a problem with that? - No. - He gave life sentences
to two of our people. He was warned. He did it anyway. He's gotta pay. Everything you need
is right in there, uh, pictures of his house,
the yard diagrams, uh, his route to work,
schedules, everything. - Where do you want this done? - It's up to you,
but personally, I think if you hit
someone in their home, it makes more of a statement. - [Gangster] Right. (pensive music continues) (air whooshing) (gunshots blasting) - Where's the boy?
- He's here somewhere. - Forget him. We gotta get outta here. (air whooshing) - Yeah, you're right. (latch clicking) (hand knocking) - Who is it? - It's Mrs. Ridgeway
from down the hall. (door clattering and squeaking) - Can help you? - I'm Jesse's mother, and I
don't mean to be ungrateful, but I don't think
Jesse should spend any more time with you, okay? - Why, is there some
kind of problem? - No, there's no problem. It's just, it's just,
it's a bad idea. - Helen, get back in here now. (Helen gasping) (hand thudding) (body thudding)
(items clattering) (glass shattering) (brooding music) (door slamming) (latch clicking) (phone ringing) (phone clanking) - Downing's line. Yeah, one sec.
(phone clanking) John, it's for you. - Tell 'em I'm gone. - He said it's important. He said he spoke to
you a few days ago. - Yeah.
- All right. (bag thudding) (phone clanking) - Yeah. - [Logan] Downing? - Who is this? - [Logan] Doesn't matter. - Then, what does? - Albert Talgorno. He's ordered a hit tonight. - And how would you know that? - 'Cause I'm the hit man. (phone clanking)
(suspenseful music) (crickets chirping) (gravel crunching) (pensive music) (gun clanking) (pensive music continues) (suspenseful music) (gun clanking) - May I ask a favor? We could do this someplace
else outside the house, I mean. My, my wife, she's
just upstairs. I prefer to spare her, please. (suspenseful music continues) (audience cheering) - [Announcer] DeBragg shoots. - Yeah, I got it. (phone beeps) Hey, flip on the news. (remote clicking) - Appears Judge Joseph
Landers was murdered tonight in what is described as a
gangland-style execution, though details
are still sketchy. At approximately
1:15 this morning, neighbors heard three
gunshots and called 911. Responding police units
called the coroner. And the judge was
pronounced dead in his home
(Mercado laughing) shortly after 1:30. - Oh, my boy.
(dramatic music) - To the bench.
- To the bench. (footsteps plodding) (keys jangling) (door squeaking) (dog whining)
(dramatic music) (gun clanking) (dog whining) - How the hell'd
you get in here? (dog whining) Jesse? (dog whining)
(gentle music) Oh, that's very sweet, but
you can (laughing) have it. (dog barking) Lemme tell you something. I don't know why you're here, but as soon as Jesse
gets back, you gotta go. (dog whining) All right, some water? - Oh, he's looking up at me. He's going, "I'm
gonna kill ya, I'm," hey, hey, guys there he is. - Hey.
- Hey. (gangsters applauding)
(festive music) - Congratulations,
kid, you done good. - Jimmy, done good, kid.
(hand thudding) - Jimmy. (lips smacking) You did it, and
you did it right. (hand thudding) Hey, everybody, sit down. Let's eat. Come on, mangia,
mangia, come on. (festive music continues) (gangsters chattering
indistinctly) (chair clattering) Have a seat. Everyone have a glass? Stop eating, man. To Jimmy. - [Gangsters] To Jimmy. - Jimmy.
- Salute. - [Gangsters] Salute. (glasses clinking) - Well, Jimmy, I gotta
owe you an apology. I gotta admit it. You know, at first, I didn't
think you had the stones, but when that judge
needed whacking, (laughs) you whacked him, boom. (gangsters laughing) - So tell me, did
he plea bargain? How'd he take it?
- Good. He wanted a favor, though. - They always want a favor. Like, what are you Santa Claus? (gangsters laughing) - What'd he want? - Well, he wanted me to
do him outside the house. - Oh, oh.
- Hey. - So I said, "Sure,
you're the judge, however you like it, right?" (suspenseful music) So he gets up to walk out. And bang.
(utensils clanking) He never knew what hit him. - I'm a dead judge. (gangsters laughing) - [Gangster] He was sweating. You see him sweating? - [Gangster] You see
the size of that gun? Huge.
- Bigger than his head. (envelope rustling) - We have an associate
down at the morgue. He gets us copies of stuff, uh, crime scene photos,
stuff like that. Let's see what happens to people who don't listen
to Mr. Talgorno. (dramatic music) - This is my favorite part.
- Oh. - That look familiar? - [Gangster] Aw, he's so sweet. (gangsters laughing
and clapping) Like a baby.
- Aw. - [Gangster] Look there. - [Gangster] Ah,
like a little baby. (gangsters chattering
indistinctly) - Mama me, look
at this guy, man. - You got any plans
for this afternoon? - No, nothing. What's up? - Well, there's someone
who'd like to meet ya. (engine humming)
(dramatic music) (doors clattering) - Thought you might like
some in-flight reading. - Judge, we've
arranged for two agents to meet you at the airport. They will escort you
to the safe house. - So, uh, when can I come back? - When it's safe. If this hit man
of yours'll help, we may finally get Talgorno. - Yeah, well, I wouldn't
count on him helping ya. I think he intends
to do this himself. - Did he tell you that, Judge? - I think he called
it retribution. - He's a vigilante. Let's hope he doesn't
screw this thing up. - Appears to me that this thing
has already been screwed up, Agent Downey. After all, uh, got me killed. (engine humming) (pensive music) (doors clattering)
(birds chirping) - I don't wanna
make you nervous, but this is a very
special honor. Do you understand? - I understand. - Good. (knife thudding) (door clattering and squeaking) Hey.
- Hey. Sal, good to see ya. (hands thudding) - You too.
- Good to see ya. This the new kid? - Yes, sir. Jimmy Testa, meet the big
boss, Albert Talgorno. - It's an honor
to meet you, sir. - The honor's all mine, kid. You've done a wonderful thing
for us, a wonderful thing. (hand thudding) (pensive music continues) (hooves clopping)
(horses neighing) (dog barking) - It's a good dog. - Who are ya? - John Downing, FBI. (spirited music) - What can I do for ya? (horse neighing) - Well, number of years ago
you took in a boy, your nephew. - That's right. - Can you tell me
where he is now? - I have no idea. - You don't know,
or you won't tell? Mr. Fallon, this is a
very serious matter. There's someone in Chicago
trying to do my job for me. That's not a very
smart thing to do. He could get himself killed. - You'd've done
your job years ago, this wouldn't be happening now. (spirited music continues) (door squeaking) - We're big business,
Jimmy, politics, construction, casinos, media. You name it, we're there.
(relaxing opera music) And one thing you
remember, everybody pays. Nobody's untouchable. (crickets chirping) Sal thinks a lot of you, Jimmy. - I appreciate
that, Mr. Talgorno. - You should. Sal's a made man. He ever tell you
how he got made? (cigar cutter slicing) - No. (glass thudding) - Oh, it was a beautiful thing. Sallie took out a DA, his
whole family, and five cops, all right in the guy's own home. (lighter clicking) That guy was all set to
prosecute me the next day. That guy, that guy
had no respect. They tossed the
case outta court. Nobody's even come close since. (pensive music) (lighter clicking) All right, you
come back Saturday. You meet the rest of the family. - Hey, Jimmy, you understand what Mr. Talgorno's telling ya? You're in. You're part of the family. Saturday, you're
gonna be a made guy. (Logan laughs) - I don't know what to say. - You don't gotta say nothing. (glass thudding) Remember, Jimmy,
between men of honor, actions speak louder than words. (air whooshing) (gunshots blasting)
(Nicholas screams) (Terry grunting)
(body thudding) (train rattling)
(spirited music) (items clattering) (Ed screaming) - [Ed] Both of ya,
you stay right here. (door squeaking)
(dog whining) (door slamming) (door squeaking) (Helen whimpering) (brooding music) (Helen sobbing) (hand knocking) (gentle music)
(door squeaking) - It's okay. It's okay, mom. It's gonna be okay. (Helen sobbing) - [Helen] I'm sorry. (Logan sighs) (paper rustling) (liquid sloshing) - Come here. (Helen whimpering) I know. I know. It's okay. You want out of this? - We have no place to go. (cash rustling) - You do now. It's okay. Take it. This is my attorney. Call him, all right? He'll take care of everything. He'll help you find a house, a job, a car, anything you need. - You don't understand. He'll come looking for us. - I'll talk to him. - Mr. Testa, he's
a very violent man. - I'm sure I can
make him understand. (footsteps plodding) (hand thudding)
(bottles clinking) (spirited music) (door clattering and squeaking) - [Ed] What the hell
are you doing here? - Hello, Ed. (dog growling) Quiet, Buster. Me first. (newspaper rustling) Put that beer down. I think we need to talk. (dog growling) (spirited music continues) (receptionist
speaking indistinctly) - Hey, I think you need to
call an ambulance for room 206. - What happened? - Uh, I don't know. The guy looks like he
got hit by a truck. Maybe he fell out of
a plane or something. - Fell out of a plane? - Yeah, he's pretty busted up. Just call an ambulance, okay? Oh, tell 'em it looks like there
may be some dog bites, too. (siren wailing)
(spirited music continues) I've had a very
interesting week. - Yeah, so did I. I had a talk with your uncle. - Oh, yeah? - And I remembered talking to
a little boy in a hospital. And I remembered
asking that little boy if he had seen who
killed his family. And he said no, but
his eyes said yes. Didn't they, Logan? - You're good, John. - What's this all about? - Albert Talgorno is the one who ordered the
hit on my family. The guys who did it
were Salvador Mercado, Chickie Bruno, and Vinnie Keyes. They've gotta pay. - Logan, listen to me. If you kill someone, anyone,
as far as I'm concerned, you're one of them, and
I will bring you in. - Well, John, we all
gotta do what we gotta do. (spirited music continues) (phone clanking) (gentle music) (phone ringing) (phone clanking) - Hello, Logan. - How you doing, Jake? - Fine, you? - Fine. Tomorrow I'm gonna fulfill
the promise I made to myself. - You sure about this? - Yeah, I'm sure. I just wanted you to know. Jake, I appreciate everything
you've done for me. Bye, Jake. - Bye, Logan. (phone clanking) (pensive music) (phone beeps) (horn honking) (dog whining) (air whooshing) (gunshot blasting)
(Nicholas screaming) (gunshot blasting)
(Terry groaning) (body thudding) - I think if you hit
someone in their home, it makes more of a statement. (air whooshing) - There comes a time in your
life when you have to do the right thing even if
it is a little dangerous. That's how a man
defines himself. (dog whining) (spirited music) (dog whining) (hand knocking) (dog barking) (boots thudding) (suitcase clattering) (footsteps plodding)
(jacket rustling) (door clattering) - Whoa, hey, hey, look at you. - That's a real
sharp suit, Judge. - Thanks. - Hey, Jimmy.
- Mm. - We was wondering,
uh, me and Johnny if, after you're made and
all, maybe we could, uh, maybe we could be
part of your crew. (dog whining) - Well, actually,
guys, I'm honored. To be honest with
you, I'd like that. I really would. But you see, there's
only one problem. (gun clanking) I'm a one-man crew. - Hey, don't kid
around like that. (dog growling) - I'm saving your lives. Don't ask me why, but I am. Now, come on, hands up. Gimme a break, hands up.
- Oh, come on. (gunshot blasting) (Faffi screams)
(glass shattering) - All right, okay. - Let's go. I'm serious, come on. Sit down, sit down.
- All right, all right. All right.
- Sit down. (handcuffs clanging) Handcuff yourselves to the bed. Let's go. Put it on. By the time anyone
finds you guys, the Talgorno operation's
gonna be history. Underneath the bar,
you think I'm stupid? Come on. (handcuffs clanging) I'm giving you guys
a second chance. Find a new line of work. You hear me? 'Cause if you don't, and we
run into each other again, I'm gonna have to kill you. - You know how many
guns are gonna be there? You're committing suicide. I guarantee it. - Well, here you guys go. (switch clicking)
(audience cheering) See it on the news, all right? - No, we, we can't with the TV. - Well, I guess you
guys'll hear it then. (clicking tongue) Come on, boy. - [Announcer] Two runs score. (dog growling) Pulls into second with
a stand-up double. (brooding music)
(engine humming) (door clattering) - What is this? (car beeping) Jimmy, you drove yourself. - Yeah. - I sent Johnny and Faffi. - I know. I guess they never showed. - Oh, those clowns, they
never do anything right. I'm sorry about that, boss. Welcome.
- Thank you. - I didn't wanna be late. I'm sorry if I
inconvenienced you at all.
- No, no, no, you did the right thing. Come on in and meet
your new family. (gangsters chattering
indistinctly) - I mean, it's funny.
- No, it's not. - Gentlemen, this is a
proud day for us all. We welcome a new
member to our family. Jimmy Testa, your new family. Of course, you know Sal Mercado. (air whooshing) (gunshot blasting)
(Nicholas screams) (body thudding) Vinnie Keyes, Chickie Bruno. (air whooshing) - The boy's gone. Room's empty. - He's gotta be here somewhere. - Frankie Batts handles
our operation in Ohio. (pensive music) Giuseppe flew in from Detroit
special for your ceremony. Nickie Loretto takes care
of our interests in LA. Tommy DeFruzio, Milwaukee. Mariano Scotchie, the
Northeast, Rico Matzi, Florida. You see, Jimmy,
we're everywhere. You got a few words you
wanna say to your new family? (Logan laughs) - Mr. Talgorno says
you're all my new family. But the truth is,
I have no family. (pensive music continues) (recorder clanking) - What is this? Sallie took out a DA, his whole family, and five cops- - What's going on here?
- What is this? - [Talgorno] all right
in the guy's own home. - [Gangster] Hey, easy, easy. - That guy was all set to prosecute me the next day. Who are you? - My name is Logan Fallon. And 15 years ago you had
my entire family killed. - So? What, you came here
to commit suicide? - No, I came here
to look in your eyes when I tell you that
I'm finishing what
my father started. A copy of that tape's
been sent to the FBI. (pensive music continues) (Logan laughs) It's over. (tense music) (guns clanking) (gunshots blasting)
(gangsters screaming) - Get down.
- Get him now. Get him.
(gunshots blasting) (glass shattering) (gunshots blasting) (gangster screaming) (body thudding) (gunshots blasting)
(gangsters screaming) (dramatic music continues) (gun clanking) - Hold it. (gun clanking) Talgorno'll wanna take
care of you personally. (foot thudding)
(gangster grunting) (arm thudding)
(body thudding) - Thought you might
need some help. - (laughs) Thanks.
(gun clanking) (dramatic music continues) - All right, let's
get you outta here. - [Gangster] He's
still in the house. (footsteps plodding) (door clattering) - Over here, he's in the closet. (hand thudding) (foot thudding) (body thudding) (dramatic music continues) (gunshots blasting) (foot thudding) (gunshots blasting)
(gangsters screaming) (bodies thudding) (feet thudding) (door clattering) (gunshots blasting)
(gangster screaming) (water splashing) (fist thudding) (body thudding) (dramatic music continues) (footsteps plodding) (fist thudding) (body thudding) (fists and feet thudding) (body thudding) (gunshots blasting) (fists and feet thudding)
(gangster screaming) (gangster grunting) (gun clanking)
(suspenseful music) (footsteps plodding) (door clattering) (footsteps plodding) - Talgorno. (hands thudding)
(Mercado grunting) (door clattering) (fists and feet thudding)
(Mercado screaming) (body thudding) (engine revving) (fists and feet thudding)
(both grunting) (body thudding) (feet thudding) (body thudding) (spirited music) (knife rasping and whooshing) (fists thudding) (elbow thudding)
(Logan grunting) (feet thudding)
(body thudding) (engine revving) (tires screeching) (Talgorno screaming) (glass shattering)
(Talgorno grunting) (fist thudding) (both grunting) (body thudding) (Logan grunting) (spirited music continues) (glass clanking)
(metal creaking) (gentle music) (siren wailing) (dispatcher speaking
indistinctly) - According to the witnesses,
Fallon came in guns a-blazing. - John, your witnesses
are a bunch of criminals. - Logan Fallon prepared his
whole life for this moment. He came here today
with one purpose, to avenge the death
of his family. - Well, you heard
the tape he sent us. - Mm-hmm. - I'm not saying what
he did was right, but Talgorno and his thugs
did kill his entire family. - That doesn't
give him the right to be judge, jury,
and executioner. He crossed the line. (siren wailing) And I'm gonna have
to bring him back. Start the paperwork. Transfer all my other work. Form now on, I have just
one case, Logan Fallon. (spirited music continues) (train rattling) - [Jake] You've set
your destiny, Logan. - I know. You know, some men get
to choose their battles, but when I was 10 years
old, mine chose me. I'm a soldier, Jake. This is a war. - It's a war you can't win. - Maybe not. But at least I'll
win some battles. - You know where
you can find me. - Yeah, I know. (spirited music continues) (Logan sighs) (heartbeat pulsating) (spirited music continues)
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