The Henchman’s War | Drama Movie | Thriller | Crime | Free Full Film

– Man, what the fuck is you doing? You left the front door wide open. What’s wrong, Joe? Man, come on, get in the car. We’ll talk on the way home. Took yous long enough. (gunshot) (dramatic piano music) – Where’s Gibbons? – [Joe] He didn’t make it. – Shit. You guys must’ve been up against some heavy hitters. You get hit? – [Joe] No. – You should’ve. Boss gonna think you ran. You at least finish the job? – [Joe] Yes. – That’s good on ya. Wish you didn’t bring it back so messy. You gotta help me dump Gibbons. Every time I hear he didn’t make it, I’m left with a trunk
full of blood samples. It’s unprofessional. Don’t tell me you left the fucking body. (dramatic music) (gunshot) (water running) (dramatic music) (car revs) (alarm beeping) (car stalls) – Ain’t starting, Joe. You’ll have to catch a
ride back in town with me. – Got some stuff in the trunk. – You don’t need them. You’re not drinking? – [Joe] It’s cold. – [Barry] Still good. Aw come on, Joe, it’s
just a little precaution. You gotta respect that. I’ve been up for 20 hours. Seems a little bit of the ultraviolence hit the boob tube last night. Ruffled some feathers. (chuckling) Yup, saw it on the news. Three bodies, it should have been one. Or four. They had a cute little college girl. Wouldn’t mind giving her some bare back consolation. Her mom wasn’t half bad either. I think she’s a little
bit too stiff for me now. You know it’s extremely against protocol to leave a traceable compadre on the front steps of the hit. So last night after the news the boss is having a fit, I mean
he’s going ballistic. It’s what the F this and what the F that, and right when I’m about to go home, he goes, “Where are you going?” Which means I became the unlucky bastard in charge of tracing your shenanigans around all night. Actually, I was surprised. Boss hasn’t taken off
my leash in a long time. Between you and me, I don’t think he was thinking staight. (chuckling) And normally I don’t mind, but last night was my one night a month that my better half sheds the bitch skin. Get this, she goes to drag bingo, stumbles home hammered, and expects to get nailed. (laughing) Aw, don’t mind me, Joe. Now I couldn’t get in the
Coates’ home last night because the cops and reporters were swarming the place. Heard it was pretty brutal in there. I figured whatever went down went down pretty hard. And I didn’t get it until I drove out to Chuck’s and realized that the doodie had slammed the fan! Joe King has gone rogue. And that made me happy. Because if you’re gonna be running around half cocked, putting
bullets in our teammates, then I’m pretty sure I can get a pat on the head for putting you under. Honestly, Joe? I miss it. I mean I really miss it. I mean I’m not as
feverish about it as I was when I was much younger, but… If I could just get that last kick of mule adrenaline… I mean did you feel it? When you killed them? Did it feel good? I like you, Joe, always have. You know, you never spoke much, you never hung around to chitchat, you weren’t as see through as the other assholes in Cubby’s camp. But I could never quite figure you out. You didn’t show fear to anyone, not even the boss, and I respect that. You’re not even showing fear right now. That’s probably because you know. You know I’m gonna kill you as sure as the sun is in the sky. (dramatic music) Let’s turn this into something. (gunshots) (car revs) – [Reporter] The neighboring state has been rocked by a brutal triple murder after a mail carrier reported the dead body of an unknown man in front of the home of City
Councilman Aaron Coates. Authorities searched the
home after responding to the call and finding the Councilman’s front door ajar. Inside the home were the slain bodies of Councilman Coates and
his wife Miranda Coates. This horrible news comes just days after the City Councilman lost his reelection big to community leader Robert Gold, crushing the legal and construction plans to bring a legal gambling district in the area. No details yet on
definitive causes of death. Fearing an assassination attempt, authorities have taken into protection the Coates’ only daughter Patricia. She has been taken to
an undisclosed location until her safety is cleared. As of now, there’s been no additional information from the authorities. We believe that the press will be formally addressed within the hour. (eerie music) (screaming)
(gunshot) – Hold still, I’m almost done. I always thought you
were the lucky one, Joe. Of all the times you brought Cuddy’s dimwits in here, I never had you on my table. You’ll live. Let me get something to cover that up. I’ve been hearing about a
lot of questionable things. Gibbons wasn’t the brightest. That’s Cubby’s problem. Chuck, on the other hand, is
a contract player like me. And I’m, at the least, a bit concerned about you showing up on my doorstep. – Faith? – Are you here to kill me? – No. – You wanna kill me now? – No, this has nothing to do with you. – Well who does it have
something to do with? – Me. Cubby. – Fair enough. You two settle whatever it is. I ain’t too keen on getting caught up in other people’s bullshit. I’ll get you something to cover that up. I’ll get your shirt too. (microwave beeping) This ain’t sanctuary, Joe. You taking any parting gifts with you? – Just need bullets. (dramatic music) – Whoa! What are you doing out here?! We need to talk. How long have you been out here? – Billy Moss. – Billy Moss? What for? – Got something to settle. – He don’t come around here no more. Let’s walk and talk. What happened with you and Gibby? – [Joe] Stay out of it, Rook. – [Rook] Cubby’s pissed. Did you know he sent Barry to find you? He never sends Barry! Folks are talking. Saying there’s a price on you. Look, whatever it is, I want in. Is someone hiring inside muscle? – [Joe] It’s not about the money, Rook. – [Rook] Well it is for them! You blink out after burning the council. Not to mention leaving Gibby’s dead ass in the fucking front yard! They’re talking 100 grand. You’re doing this for nothing? – Not for nothing. – 100 grand, that’s a
lot of money to me, Joe. You ain’t got a better hand. Gonna have to play mine. – Stay out of it, Rook! Better not miss. – Fuck you, Joe. – [Voiceover] Excuse me, gentlemen. As the proprietors of this establishment that you’ve chosen as the backdrop for your little dramatic moment, we deem it necessary to intervene before it escalates any further. You see, we don’t tolerate bloodshed here. Unless we implement it. – Man, fuck you. – [Voiceover] (speaking Korean) Sit down! – Mr. Joe King. You’ve become a very important man in a very short matter of time. – It wasn’t my intention. – No, not an intention, a consequence. In hearing the greatness of your actions, I was intrigued. Needed decide if I want
to have a roll in this. – It has nothing to do with you. – Oh, but it does. Just as much, if not more, than it has to do with young Rook over there. A lot can happen in 48 hours. Empire can fall, empire can rise. All wars, no matter the
conflict, business opportunities. A good investor does his research. I want to know the cause
of The Henchman’s War. This is yours? She is the reason. (speaking Korean) Traded your life for her’s? (speaking Korean) Killed one of Cubby’s guys? – I didn’t kill him. – Nevertheless, Miranda may as well have taken you for dead. – [Joe] I am. – No. You are resurrected. – So what did Mr. Coates do wrong? – He formed an alliance with your boss. And my father always
told me to have patience. Told me to wait for the right moment of an adversary’s weakness. To overpower. Now I see this as an opportunity to gain control over any market affected by Cubby’s absence. Do you have any aspiration
to take his place? – No. When I’m done I’m gone. (laughing) – Delighted to hear such good news. How many men do you need? – None. – Are you sure, Mr. King? – I’m sure. – He’s very efficient. – No thank you. – As you wish. (gunshot) – Rook was greedy. For him to live and tell
of our conversation, bad for business. We offer his demise as a show
of loyalty to your cause. And rest assured, Mr. King. If you do not finish
what you’ve started… – [Ivory] If it was really you that killed Miranda
Coates, why’d you do it? – It was 20 years ago. I didn’t even know it was her. – [Ivory] That was a terrible mistake. – [Reporter] The
neighboring state has been rocked by a brutal triple murder after a mail carrier reported the dead body of an unknown man in front of the home of City
Councilman Aaron Coates. Authorities searched the
home after responding to the call and finding the Councilman’s front door ajar. Inside the home were the slain bodies of Councilman Coates and
his wife Miranda Coates. This horrible news comes just days after the city Councilman lost his reelection big to community leader Robert Gold, crushing the construction and development plans for a legal gambling district in the area. No details yet on
definitive causes of death. Fearing an assassination attempt, authorities have taken into protection the Coates’ only daughter Patricia. She has been taken to
an undisclosed location until her safety is cleared. – [Interviewer] Have the authorities made any form of report? – How long have you been up? – About an hour. – [Sandra] Have you taken your pills? Thought not. – Forgot again. – Yeah, forgetting isn’t something you can afford to do, Cubby. Any news? – There’s no word from Joe or Barry. – I still don’t agree
with you sending Barry. – Bill Moss would attack
Joe without provocation. And Eddie isn’t exactly
built for this heavy shit. – Yeah, and Barry is psychotic enough to start a one man serial rapist spree. – [Cubby] It was hasty, huh? It was stupid. – [Sandra] All of this
could have been avoided. – Sandra, please, don’t start! – No, Coates was spineless
from the beginning, he never would have come through. – Joe King does, always has. Obviously something’s gone wrong. – As long as it doesn’t lead back to us, it can stay that way. – Billy and Eddie are
on their way here now. – [Sandra] Why here? Cubby, this is our home,
not a fucking clubhouse! (doorbell rings) – That’s probably Billy now. We’ll meet in the cigar room, send Eddie down when he gets here. – Billy’s an asshole. – True, but he’s one of those illustrious assholes we inherited from your daddy. (knocking) Take a seat. – What you got? – I got Chuck with a hole in
his chest at the chop shop. No sign of Barry, and Joe
King’s nowhere to be found. – Bastard’s turned,
probably working for Keenan. – Keenan would detest the disloyalty. – I hear Keenan’s moved on. His son is now heading things up. – When did this happen? – [Eddie] About a month ago. – Man, fuck Keenan! – [Cubby] Billy, watch your mouth! The son, what’s he like? – Hungry. I stirred up a little rumor about prize money for Joe, so if he shows up anywhere close to home we’ll know. Should I grab a couple
of guys to look after — – Hey, for Joe, you know I can — – Billy, Billy, please! That won’t be necessary, Eddie. Joe may be as dead as Gibbons. Or Chuck. What I need you to do is to find out for sure. Also, Barry, he’s been out there too long, I don’t want a repeat of
what happened last time. – Yes sir, Mr. Wagner. – Joe King, he’s been under my thumb for nearly two decades, never a problem or a peep out of this one. – With all due respect, Mr. Wagner, if Joe did whack Gibbons and Chuck then we’ve gotta end him. And if he didn’t, we end him anyway. – Billy, you’ve been itching
for Joe for too long. – Well I’ve got my reasons. – You may have your reasons, but you do not have my blessings! You wouldn’t take a man’s life without my blessing, would you? – No, sir. – He never crossed me. – Things change. – Get your feet off my fucking table. This Joe King is nothing, hmm? We will deal with him if he hasn’t already been dealt with. What concerns me is Keenan’s absence and how this son of his is
planning to fill his shoes. – It’s more of the same, boss. Somebody new steps in,
they make some noise, they gotta prove that they’ve earned it, it’s nothing new! – That’s what troubles me, Billy. It’s the same thing. Just keeps coming back. Grinds you down. That’s what gets you in the end. Barry, that babbling psychopath, he hasn’t checked in, find Barry! I don’t want another problem! (dramatic music) – Billy, what’s with the hat? Why are you dressed like a gangster? – Not now, I’m here to talk business. – What’s up? – Joe’s turned. – Joe who? – Joe King! – How do you know? – I just know. – So what? – I need ears and info. – Isn’t that Eddie’s job? – I need my own ears and info. – Your vendetta, huh? – Call it what you want. – I can’t help you. – You can and you will. – I’ve nothing to do with Joe King. Or what happened to your brother. – I’m not asking for favors here, I’m asking for services rendered. – When did Cubby remove your leash? – This doesn’t concern him. – You want to wreck my peaceful existence for a personal beef? – My brother’s dead
because of that bastard! Now I’ve got a window here, and I’ve got limited time to make do. – Joe didn’t pull the trigger. Prove his guilt. You can’t. – Joe King’s been living under my thumb for over the last 20 years with Cubby’s protection. Because of this Coates kid I finally have a chance, and I gotta do it before the smoke clears! Now you put a tracking signal on all the cars that you sell so that you can steal them back and resell them to the next idiot that takes that shitty smile of your
as some kind of charm. One of those idiots is Barry Bright. Now exactly how would you like me to fuck your fine establishment up while you wait to give me the whereabouts of Barry’s tween poon mobile. – Give me a minute. (rap music) Barry’s car went offline
near Faith’s last night. No idea who was driving. – Why offline? – GPS disruptors within a 20 mile radius. The place isn’t exactly
open for popular business. – [Billy] Anything else? – Nope. – You call me if something comes up. – Nothing will come up. I’ve done all I’m going to do. (rap music) (phone ringing) – [Billy] Yeah? – Joe and Rook were both seen at Keenan’s last night, now I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m on my way. – [Billy] No, no, I’ll go, you head back to Cubby’s, just keep him busy while
I take care of this. – You sure, I can be there — – [Billy] If I see you
there, I’ll kill you. Just do what the fuck I say! (dramatic music) – Thank you, Sandra. – [Sandra] When are we
expecting the guys to get here? – We’re not expecting any guys. – What, no security? Someone’s starting a war and you don’t think to protect your home? – This is different. – Different how? – I’ve just realized that Joe King isn’t a man out of money or power, and a man without a vice is dangerous. – So this is Joe King. – Yup, I believe it is. – [Sandra] What does he want? – Revenge.
– [Sandra] For what? – Letting him live. – That makes no sense. You know, in my father’s day this would not be an issue.
– In my father’s fucking day – – No, Joe King is the fucking help! He grows the balls to kill our men and you sit there on your fat ass spouting nonsense about why? He would be dead along with anyone who thought to — – This is not your father’s day! – It clearly isn’t! You consort with thugs in your home! They’re not your friends! You never grow attachments to anyone you might have
to sacrifice someday. – Sacrifice, Sandra, I will not sacrifice anyone anymore, huh? No matter what choices I’ve made in my life I am still human! – No you’re not! You’re a crime boss! – I am just an old man. – You are fucking weak! – Weak? No, not weak, I’m old. Old, and I’m tired of all this bullshit! – Well tough shit, Cubby, this is your life, our life! No matter how old or tired you are, you lay in this bed until the morning you don’t wake up! – I’m sick of it. Barking orders, ending lives for nothing! You know, I’ve become the type of man I was never meant to be, huh? To prove myself to some evil bastard long dead just to make you happy! – Oh, to make me happy,
that’s your reason?! You mean it had nothing to do with the money or the power or the tramps you fucked while you could still get it up! – This is not the time — – Oh, you weren’t forced into this world, Cubby, you welcomed it with open arms! And even now, you sit there spouting nonsense and barking your orders! Pretending to be half the man my father was while some crony gets the itch to
wage war on our home! – Joe King may be coming for me, or he may be as dead as all the others. Whatever the case, I will not show weakness by hiding my ass behind a bunch of gun-toting morons, not for Joe King, not for your father, and certainly not for you! I swear… If you ever talk to me like that again I’ll kill you where you stand with my bare fucking hands smashing through your
throat, you understand that? – Do it. (doorbell rings) – Get the door. Get the fucking door! – [Sandra] It’s Eddie. They found Barry. (phone ringing) – Yeah? – [Joe] There’s no need for
the cat and mouse, Billy. We’re looking for each other. – You should have ran, Joe. I wanted to track you down, find you hiding in some shit hole. I wanted to find you and kill you. – [Joe] Sorry Billy,
I’m not one for hiding. Even still in plain sight you’d be too fucking dumb to
figure out my whereabouts. You and I have something to settle. – You feeling nostalgic? You remember where we first met? (car revs) (dramatic music) (gunshot) – [Billy] That’s for my brother. No need to worry about me, I got what I wanted from Miranda a long ways back. Here, take a whiff. Should be a little bit left. We’ll talk about it in Hell. – Ahhhh! (gunshot) Turn over! (gunshots) – Honest, Mr. Wagner, I don’t think that Joe King is working with Keenan’s son on this. – [Cubby] No Eddie, this
is something different. This is more than just petty turf wars. – Gibbons, Chuck, Barry are all dead. Joe King’s missing and there’s a new boss in town? It reads like a power move! – [Cubby] Keenan’s son is coincidental. Why Gibbons and Chuck were slain is a mystery to me. But who killed them isn’t. – I don’t understand. – Joe King and I met at a strange time in both our lives. We both had decisions to make which in hindsight would lead us right back to where we started at. – So all this… Is Joe? – Eddie, this world we inhabit is not fit for men with souls. It is no place for lovers… Or men who regret. When I was younger, eager
to learn and please, Lenny Mosley put a gun in my hand for the first time. His daughter, she loved me deeply. And the Princess would get whatever her heart desired. In order for me to be accepted, I had to be of this world. If I chose different, I would break his daughter’s heart and daddy couldn’t bare the thought of his little Princess’s heart breaking. So one day, I come to visit him. He asks me to tag along with him to have a chat. We arrive at one of these
small hardware stores, one of those Mom’s and Pop’s
that aren’t around anymore. The store’s closed, Lenny has the keys. We walked in. We walked down this middle makeshift aisle and we come to the
cellar door in the back. Then he knocks. And the door is opened by this huge guy I had never seen before. Trust me, Eddie, I’d never been so scared in my fucking life. We started down. First time in my life I smelled blood. Strong blood full of piss and bowel. Every fucking step down into that darkness thumped through my body
and my heart weakened. You see, I knew at the
bottom of those stairs my life would end for fooling with a mobster’s daughter. It did end. The storekeeper was there with his wife. They’re on their knees moaning, pleading, begging. And then he puts the gun in my hand and whispers my destiny in my ear. Praying for my life, I
took the store owner’s. But I wouldn’t shoot the woman. I told him he’d have to shoot me first. Then he laughed. The big guy, he was just laughing when he shot the woman. Taking her life was just so mechanical. Didn’t even look at her. Just watched me, laughing at my gumption, but then he pointed the gun in her direction and pulled the trigger. Eddie, there’s some — (phone ringing) Fuck! Who’s calling me at
this time of the night? – Maybe Billy got him. – Gloves are off, Eddie. – Fuck! – He’s on his way here, he ain’t got nothing to lose. You come across his path, you shoot first now. Don’t you talk to him, don’t you fucking play with him, don’t even thinking of swinging your dick, you just shoot him! – All right. Boss, I — – Eddie, get the fuck out of here! (doorbell rings) – This doesn’t concern you. – Just checking. He’s out back waiting for you. Walk around. I don’t want you fucking up my carpet. – [Wagner] Do you know how I know God exists? Beer. Please. – No thank you. – [Wagner] You know
what this reminds me of? Home. Before I came to the states. Friday nights with the lads down the pub. Then the nightclub, then
the Indian Peruvian Villu. And every stop, a pint of beer. You didn’t have to shoot her, you know? – You knew she was there when you sent me. – No I didn’t. The wife was not supposed to be at home. Blame Gibbons for the bad surveillance. – I did. – All of this is about her? You get up to your
eyeballs in debt with me, you couldn’t pay, and
the inevitable happened. I am not the bad guy in all of this. You didn’t pay, so what was I supposed to do, let you go
because you were in love? You broke the back of one of my guys, I’m supposed to let that go? He was confined to a life in
a wheelchair, for God’s sake! He killed himself! – [Joe] No he didn’t. – Regardless, I gave you a second chance. I spared her life to wash your debt, why didn’t you go when
you had the chance?! We both had choices to make, Joe. I made mine. You made yours. I’m sorry for your loss. But you must realize that you pulled that trigger two decades ago. I made a hasty decision about Coates. I have no disillusions. I think this may cause
the end of all our lives. Miranda deserved better. (heavy breathing) (classical music) (dramatic music)

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