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This guy, he's a real problem.

Yeah, okay.

I mean, granted,
the kid's a hothead.

He's putting stupid
all over everything.

Yeah, I get it, but
you can't kill him.

I'm pretty sure I can.

I'm not saying you
can't kill him.

I'm saying you can't kill him.
He's Ed Mackey's wife's cousin.

-Brenda?
-Yeah, yeah.

He's Brenda's cousin.

Fine.

We'll try talking to him first.

Aren't we on a clock?

Do we really have time for
whatever the fuck this is?

Why the fuck is,
uh, he here exactly?

Him?

-He's here because we think...
-"We think"?

"We"? Is-is "we"
you and this clown?

Motherfucker shows
up out of nowhere,

and suddenly we're talking
to him about what he thinks?

Last I checked, this
is your score, Philly.

Hey, kid, come here.

Fuck.

No, no. Just look.

Do yourself a favor, huh?

Shut the fuck up.

Yeah?

Okay?

Listen.

I don't know you, asshole.

What's more, you don't know me.

I'm not one to,
uh... to fuck with.

Just ask around. My
real name's Knox.

That's nice.

My real name is Parker.

Okay, you're, uh...

You're Parker?

Well, listen, man, I'm not
trying to make trouble.

I'm just doing my part.

Your part?

What, like threatening to
shoot the supervisor out there?

Yeah, well, he was mouthing off.

Yeah, but we can't shoot him.

You know we can't shoot him.

And now, since he called your
idiotic bluff, he knows it, too.

Well, how do you know,
uh, that was a bluff, man?

Jesus Christ.

Oh, so your plan was to shoot the one
guy that we absolutely, positively need

to finish this job?

'Cause that would
make you a psycho.

So which is it?

Are you an idiot or
are you a psycho?

I won't, uh, shoot...
I won't shoot anyone.

I don't actually need a gun.
I think you should take it.

-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
-No, seriously, you take it, please.

We don't need you useless.
We need you smart.

Well, I can be smart.

No, you can't. But
you can pretend.

So, before you make any move at all, just
imagine what a smart person might do,

and then you do
that instead, okay?

Yeah, absolutely. I got it.

And keep your fucking gun
holstered. You got it?

Yeah, okay.

-You got it?
-Yeah, I got it.

-Okay, great.
-Got it.

Good. That's settled.

Yeah.

-Here we go.
-All right.

You're fine.

Almost there.

-Mr. Supervisor.
-Have a seat.

Which one is she?

What?

You're not this stupid,
and this ain't your money.

If there's a robbery, you're
trained to just hand it over.

Which means you're trying
to impress someone.

My guess is it's a girl.

No. No, please. Look.

I want to marry her.

You know, I can't just cave,
not in front of everybody.

We're through the first lock.

All right, fine. Go thump him.

What?

The kid.

Deck him. He won't hit you back.

-And then you open the vault for me.
-Really?

You open it clean,

no distress code, no delayed
alarms, and we're friends.

You know we need you alive.

The thing is, these other people,
we don't need them at all.

Come on.

What the fuck, man?

Ryan, you asshole!

What the fuck are you doing?
You're gonna get us all killed!

Yeah, you'll make
a lovely couple.

Joe, why can't we just park
out front like normal people?

What, pay 15 bucks
like normal people?

Daddy works here.
Daddy gets perks.

Mm.

Hey. No, those cars aren't
supposed to be here.

Seriously?

So what?

You gonna track them down
and charge them 15 bucks?

-Come on, come on.
-Let's beat it, Parker.

Jesus Christ.

Whoa.

Jesus.

Shit.

Someone's robbing the place.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No ones, no fives.
Big bills only.

-We got to call 911.
-What?

N-No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, we're not calling anyone.

What are you talking about?

Don't you see?

This is perfect.

I'm gonna rob the robbers.

No.

I told you. I never
even had to pull my gun.

Gun!

Fuck! Cops!

What the fuck was that?!

-Stay down.
-Shit!

Joe, what the fuck
are you doing?

Get Phil and the
money to the car.

Get down, get down, get down!

You fucking lunatic!

Whoa!

Move, move!

-Get out of the way!
-Remain calm and stay seated...

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Hey!

Christ.

Give me my fucking...

...money.

The fuck?

This is yours.

Hide it or the
cops will take it.

Mm.

How bad is it, Philly?

Ah, fucking collarbone.

Watch it, Zen! Fuck!

-All right, there's a turnoff up here.
-Let her drive. She's doing fine.

I had to pick this fucking job.

Ponderous, man.

It's fucking ponderous.

We'll do the easy one
next year. Come on.

Oh, shit.

Think I'm gonna puke. Wait.

Now, come on.

Sit me down.

You know you guys
are Internet famous?

There's this whole,
like, horse Twitter.

Tape.

They want y'all dead.

-Do it tight.
-Your eyes on me, all right?

-Okay.
-It's not gonna feel good.

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay!
Just get it done.

Doesn't look so bad.

I got a doctor we can trust.

Can Philly, you know,
last a couple hours?

What, do I look fucking
unconscious to you?

Ask me.

"Hey, Philly, you gonna
hang on for a couple hours?"

"Yes, I can. Go fuck yourself."

I'll live.

-I keep seeing that kid's face.
-Knox?

-Yeah, that was rough.
-Yeah.

I mean, that could've
been any one of us.

Hey, asshole, it was one of us.

It was me. Huh?

Hit me.

What I want to know is: Where the fuck
did that asshole come from out of nowhere?

Guns blazing. Who was that guy?

Some amateur.

Bathroom?

Over there. No door on it.

Sorry.

What did you say to
the woman in the car?

When you leaned back
in. You said something.

I gave her ten grand.

Mm.

That was nice.

I guess that makes up for shooting
her boyfriend in the head?

Yeah, that's what
I was thinking.

Yeah.

She kept the money.

So maybe when the cops come around
asking questions, everything's a blur.

Trust me, it's a good thing.

Sure. Long as it comes
out of your share.

Everybody's an asshole today.

Except for you.

-Ah, thanks, old man.
-Oh, yeah, fuck.

I'm muscle, not a
numbers guy. This is...

I can see the smoke coming
out your ears. Give me it.

This is like a third grader.

Did you understand any of this?

What the fuck is this shit?

Look, it was a good score.

What do we got? I'd say
a little over 60K apiece.

I thought it'd be more.

Yeah, I always think that, too.

I don't suppose you'd all
like to give me your shares?

-Hey, just chill out, all right?
--No?

-Hey. We're here.
-You're funny.

We're breathing. All right?

-I know, old man.
-Calm down.

-Anything after that's gravy.
-It's just an ask.

I got dibs on shower.

Hey, leave some hot
water for me, Zen.

Whoa! Zen!

-Hey.
-Oh.

-Hey.
-What?

We're bunking here
for two weeks.

-I just...
-Probably see your dick at some point.

Oh, no one's ever seen his dick.

People have seen my dick.

Okay, well, then you can turn
around if you're embarrassed.

Yeah, man, show some decency.

Come on, you know how
to be a gentleman?

What makes you
think I want to?

I'm happy to watch.

If the lady wants to get
undressed, let her get undressed.

Gun!

Give me a fucking gun!

Bitch!

For the greater good.

Why the...

♪ Ding dong, ding dong ♪

♪ Hear the Christmas bells...

-Oh, fuck you!
-Asshole!

♪ Some folks like to
hear a Christmas song ♪

♪ but I like Christmas
bells that go...

Hi.

Hey, welcome back.

Oh, hello, Mr. Kincaid.

Ah. We were worried we
were gonna lose you.

Oh, it was just
carpal tunnel surgery.

Yeah.

I got you something that's gonna
make you feel a whole lot better.

Oh.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

-It's a gift card.
-Aw.

In Bitcoin.

Wow, great.

Um... you still got that
boyfriend or what...

-Yeah, I do.
-Yeah.

-What...
-Got to get rid of him.

Why?

Oh, I got to go
see the boss man.

Actually, Mr. Lozini
has a very busy morning.

-Should I ask when he might...
-No, no. Ask?

God, no. I actually
need to see him.

'Sup, Bosco?

Looking good.

Excuse me, Mr. Lozini.

You got a sec?

Not if you're here to tell me I
should buy more fucking Bitcoin.

Dude, you should. It's
the way of the future.

But no, there's actually something
I wanted to heads you up on.

So, I was looking into that incident
at the racetrack over the weekend...

Meadowview Downs.
I know it got hit.

Please. Please help yourself.

So, there was this guy that was on-site
in the money room when it went down,

and he swears that one of
the heisters was Parker.

Parker?

Yeah.

Is he sure?

Well, he didn't get a good look at
him, but he recognized the voice.

Oh, the voice? Give
me a goddamn break.

No, no. He came up against
Parker back in the day,

and he traumatized the poor guy,
and he swears that it was him.

Fuck me running.

Why now, after three years?

I'm gonna have to get involved.

Look, with all due respect, sir,

when you get involved, there
tends to be a lot of breakage.

Really? That's your
professional assessment?

I'm thinking that maybe
we don't poke the bear.

Especially if it's just a fluke.

Fine. As long as Parker
stays out of New York,

The Outfit's deal
with him stands.

I agree, man.

I'm thrilled.

I'm on it, boss.

That's good.

Or the breakage starts
with your balls.

"Or the breakage starts..."

How is that funny?

-Not funny.
-Shut the door.

Oh, good. You're up.

I been checking in on you.

Doc said you'd probably
wake this afternoon.

-Where am I?
-Seriously?

You don't remember coming in?

Oh. Fuck.

Guess you lost a lot of blood.

No, I remember, Madge.

What I mean is I asked
you to put me in room 12.

Well, I tried to tell you while
you were busy passing out,

room 12 was taken.

Not that I get what your hard-on
for that particular room is anyway.

All the damn rooms are the same.

Well, is it open now, room 12?

No. There's another
couple in there.

He's paid up for
another 45 minutes.

You want your messages?

You got one from Stan Devers.

Says he's got a job for you.

I'm still on the last job.

I thought...

I mean, you said some girl
crossed you, took all the money.

Yeah.

I mean, it happens, right?

Just bad luck.

Yeah, for her.

Anyway, you get
yourself some rest.

And don't worry about "room 12."

This one's just as good.

Get out.

-Get out!
-Fuck.

-Get out!
-Who are you?

You know you're being very rude?

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Holy fuck. Really?

Okay.

Here's the usual.

Plus extra for the doc
and the other expenses.

I'll call for my messages
in a few days, all right?

-Always nice to see you.
-Yeah.

He's wearing my pants.

Oh. Parker.

Never expected to see you here.

Lots of kids here.

Uh, Philly and I, we couldn't
have any of our own, so...

he built a tree house.

It worked.

He's not with you?

Where is he?

I warned him. I...

I warned him.

There was a woman
on this job with us.

Phil brought her in.
Her name was Zen.

She crossed us,
Grace. She shot Phil.

He really admired you.

You know that?

-No, I didn't know that.
-Yeah.

Because of the mob.

You know, he thought you
were special because...

you took them on and you lived.

I didn't take on
The Outfit. I...

I robbed them. By mistake.

Whatever. There was trouble, real
trouble, and-and you walked away.

And here you are again.

Safe and sound.

Yeah, well, I'm
good at surviving.

So are cockroaches.

Grace, please.

Look, the score was 400,000.

All right, you help me find this Zen
girl, I'll give you some of that.

You'll give me some of that?

Phil would've gotten one seventh if
the score hadn't gone south, so...

You're fucking negotiating
with me right now?

You never stop, do you?

I mean, if you won the lottery
today, what would you even do?

Huh?

-No, no, no, humor me.
-Fuck it.

You just won all the money
you're ever gonna need.

What do you do?

Would you get a
house on the shore?

-Sure, sounds great.
-Yeah?

You'd stop doing jobs?

-Look, we'll never know, will we?
-Because?

Because only idiots play
the fucking lottery!

There is a guy.

He works out in Jersey City.

In supplies.

His name's Reggie Riley.

Thanks, Grace.

Parker.

You kill people, right?

When necessary, yes.

As a rule, no.

Brings too much heat and
usually doesn't solve anything.

Kill her for me.

Will you do that?

No, I fully
understand your point.

Honestly, Mr. IRS.

Let me ask you a question.

Shouldn't I generate income

before being required
to pay income tax?

Mr. Grofield, you can't operate a
theater at a loss five years in a row.

-Well.
-It-it isn't possible.

-Have you seen a show here?
-No.

Ah. Well, I'd wager that the vast majority
of your fellow men could say the same.

If you lose so much money, how do you
go on opening the theater every summer?

Stupidity.

That isn't an answer.

Of course it is.

Almost always.

Grofield, you got a phone call.

Thank God.

All right, pal, I'll
get you them tickets.

Don't worry about
nothing. I got you.

Popcorn, VIP section, all that.

Keep a good foot.

Moving forward.

Hey, what are you
doing, taking that down?

We're putting it up.

Ah, oh. See, that-that
is the spirit.

Very good job on that work.
I'm liking the set dec.

Are you with me or what?!

-Yeah!
-Yeah?! Good.

There's the phone.

Uh, the other one.

The burner.

Ah.

More discreet next
time. Thank you.

Unsung genius thespian Alan
Grofield. You may speak.

Hey, it's me.

I'm in Jersey City.

I got a bit of a problem.

Well, you're in Jersey City,
man. Therein lies your problem.

I'm looking for a guy.

Reggie Riley. Deals in
supplies. You heard of him?

Yeah, I need to talk to him.

Okay, do you mean actually talk?

Because sometimes when you talk to
people, they end up at room temperature.

I'll be gentle.

-How gentle?
-Very.

I just need to ask
him about a girl.

Oh, a girl.

So, is this an amorous inquiry?

She killed everyone
on my last job.

Damn.

Wait, wasn't, uh, Philly
Webb on your last job?

Just focus, Grofield,
okay? Reggie.

I'll look around,
see what I can do.

Man, but if you need me,
don't hesitate to call.

I'll be happy to fly out.

No, I'll call if I do.

Hey, where's the
adult magazines?

-Hey, not you again. Hey!
-What...

What'd he take?!

-Couple candy bars.
-Yo!

♪ Uh ♪

♪ I ain't talking ♪

♪ just to tease...

Bye, baby.

-Bye, baby.
-Bye, Reggie.

♪ That's what it's gonna be ♪

♪ Have everything I need ♪♪

You know what the problem
with French food is, Jimmy?

It sits in the belly.

You need a strong digest if to
make a hole in your stomach.

This'll also make a
hole in your stomach.

Who the fuck are
you? Where's Jimmy?

Your driver? He's resting.

Did you kill him?

Ain't no way you could
take him in a fair fight.

Whatever you say.

-You must have tricked him somehow, huh?
-Yeah, I tricked him.

Can we shut the fuck
up about Jimmy now?

-Just tell me he's okay.
-He's okay.

I don't believe you.

Jimmy's got an ankle
gun. Yeah, that's right.

I bet you didn't
fucking catch that.

I hope he shoots you in
the fucking head with it.

My God, at this point, so do I.

I'm looking for
someone. A woman.

You introduced her
to Philly Webb.

-You mean Zen?
-Bingo.

Philly's wife called
asking about her.

But it was really
you asking, right?

Fuck! That was my mother's!

Zen.

-What can you tell me about her?
-Okay.

I only done business
with her a few times.

She's, like, a commando.

Used to be part of some dictator's
elite guard... South American.

Elite guard?

Yeah, you know, like a fucking
kill squad. Scary motherfuckers.

I told Zen to stay
the fuck away from me.

Wait.

-You called Zen?
-Yeah.

-When?
-I don't know, before dinner.

Look, I told her someone was
asking questions, looking for her.

-Well, that explains it.
-Explains what?

-We're being followed, moron.
-We're being...?

-Followed.
-Huh?

Black SUV, three cars back.

Zen sent them.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait. Those are Zen's people?

What do you think? She
think I'm gonna rat her out?

-Christ, you got to do something.
-I'm not sure I do.

Okay, all right. I'll tell
you where she is, all right?

She's in an unfinished
building right here in Jersey.

I got the address. I'll
give it to you, all right?

Jesus, I wish Jimmy was here.

I swear to God, I...

My leg!

You asshole.

Open the door.

Give me the keys.

The building, the one
under construction.

I need to go there.

Hello, Bosco.

They said it's gonna snow soon.

Like I got time to talk
about the fucking weather.

I'm out of here, tonight.

Tonight?

Then you brought the plans?

I, uh, can have them
here in an hour.

And they lay out
the heist in detail?

Exact detail. Everything
you need to do the job.

Timings down to the minute.

You know, you might
not realize it,

but you're doing a
good thing, Bosco.

Fuck good.

I want the rest of my money.

Excuse me?

Well, that wasn't the deal.

I can't cut you in on the
job until I pull the job.

Once I turn over those plans,
what stops you from stiffing me?

Mm.

Well...

Trust.

Only way this works.

Why the hell should I trust you?

I wouldn't.

Whoa, fuck.

And who the hell are
you? How'd you get in?

Shut the fuck up and sit down.

Uh, there's no furniture.

Sit on the floor.

Sure, but I got this
thing with my knee...

Stop talking.

You got one chance at
this. Where's my money?

I spent it.

You're gonna kill
me now, aren't you?

It'd be bad for
business if I didn't.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, now. Calm down a second.

Let's just talk
about this, okay?

Just...

Jesus Christ!

Oh, my God.

You have any idea
what you've done?

Well, some, yeah.

You have any fucking
idea what you've done?

Go ahead. Fucking shoot me!

I needed him alive, you idiot!

All that effort, all of
that money is fucking gone.

Now I have fucking nothing!

I have nothing now.

Wait. All the money?

Yeah, all the money.

Fucking wasted.

You got a new score, and you used
the 400 grand for seed money?

It was a big score
until you put a bullet

into my only contact...

Don't...

Ah! Asshole!

You killed him again?!

Last time, I promise.

Ah, fuck!

What was the job,
this big job you had?

-Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?
-Tell me anyway.

-Here.
-Oh, you're such a gentleman. Thank you.

No, thank you! I don't want it.

I wanted snow.

What was the job?

It was a bank truck.

Four million.

Bosco had the routes,
he had the codes,

-but like I said...
-You're lying.

Why are you lying?

Okay, fine.

You're gonna kill
me anyway, right?

The plan was to rob
this rich guy's estate.

Paintings, relics,
worth millions.

Why the fuck are
you laughing at me?

I'm curious why you
keep lying to me.

But I'm not that curious.

Last try. What's the score?

We are gonna rob
an entire country.

How?

Four months ago,
there was a discovery

just off the coast
of my country.

An archaeological find worth
more than our entire GDP.

Sunken treasure, Parker.

The name of the shipwreck
is The Lady of Arintero.

15th century Spanish galleon.

A billion dollars for
our country overnight.

poverty, hunger solved.

The problem is our presidente.

This corrupt piece of
shit, Ignacio De La Paz.

Feed his people?

No.

He's gonna take that
treasure for himself.

His plan is to ship the treasure to
America on a, quote, "goodwill mission,"

make sure people notice, put it on
display at the U.N. for everyone to see.

Then while it's in plain sight,

he gets someone to rob him.

That way, he can
play the victim.

He takes his cut,

and he fucks off, bankrupts
an entire country.

Unless we steal it first.

And that's the score, Parker.

You're worried about $400,000?

I mean, you're looking
at gold, uncut stones,

not to mention The Lady herself.

So I feed people, you get rich.

Interested?

Who's he getting to steal it?

A local group, something
called The Outfit.

Christ, that is
a ton of dough.

Yeah. It will be.

Leave it.

These were already spoken for,

and most of the smaller
pieces now have buyers.

What about our Lady?

Uh, the-the naked chick?

-Yeah.
-She's the big prize.

Topped 500 mil.

To Phineas Paul, no less.

That dude has way too
much fucking money.

You bite your tongue.
And kiss my ass.

Are we still on schedule?

Uh, well, there's been a
little bit of a hiccup.

But, uh...

you know Bosco?

He's-he's-he's missing.

But his part of the
plan is already over,

so I'm assuming it's not
really that big of a... deal.

Bosco's missing, and your
plan is to do nothing?

I mean, I-I guess
I-I could try to...

Go find Bosco.

It's funny how I always come in
here, you call me an asshole,

-then you tell me to get the fuck out.
-Get the fuck out.

I'm go... I'm fucking...

My dearest P, I must confess,
I don't know why we're here.

I just... I can't wrap
my head around it.

It ain't like she ate the
last piece of pizza, man.

-She offed Philly.
-I'm aware of that.

What happened to
you killing her?

I'm gonna do it, just not yet.

Oh. The art of procrastination.

I know this all too well.
I do it with the dentist.

The difference is he ain't
trying to kill my ass.

That you know of.

-Is this her?
-Yeah.

Wow.

If it isn't Trigger
Happy and his pal Grover.

Grofield is the name. Thank you.

I like Grover.

What? I ain't ask what
the hell you like.

I said my name is Grofield.

The guys are clean.

Gentlemen, Colonel
Fabricio Ortiz.

My boss.

So you are the criminals that
want to help us with our mission?

No.

You're the amateurs who stole my
400K for a job you already fucked up.

And you're the vicious killer
who murdered three of our men.

Well, it doesn't say much
for your men, does it?

Hola.

Have you heard of
The Lady of Arintero?

Yeah. Old shipwreck,
belly full of gold.

Worth a billion or
something like that.

Even more, perhaps.

The Arintero was
no ordinary ship.

Her story's stuff of legends.

In 15th century Spain...

Skip it.

No story. Just tell
him about the plan.

I want to know the story.

He needs to understand
the importance of this...

No, he doesn't.

There's treasure. It'll
be in New York tomorrow.

That's plenty.

Look, we're in.

But we want 30%.

Thirty?

That's 300 million.

We have got no time, Colonel.

Without these men, we will fail.

Who is that?

Look at that.

You got to be kidding me.

-Is that papier-mâché?
-Yeah. I ain't gonna lie.

I kind of like it, man. This kind
of could be a nice little key chain.

They got a little arts and
crafts shop going in here.

Ha. As you can see,

we're crafting a replica
of the blessed Lady.

I noticed that.

Why?

To switch it with the original.

This way, we can hide
the theft, you see.

Hiding the theft is the
least of our worries.

Fine.

Perhaps I was premature.

Tell us, what are our worries?

Well, número uno is we're
stealing from the U.N.,

the most protected building in
the whole entire fucking planet.

It'd take us months to work out.

But we don't have to
steal it from the U.N.

El Presidente's robbers are
already doing that for us.

I don't think I understand.

We let his people do the hard part,
and then we steal it from them.

Ah...

I see.

We'll rob the robbers.

Exactamundo. Is that a word?

Yes. Good job.

Been working on my Spanish.

Hey, how's the leg? Your
gait's looking pretty good.

Hey.

Hey, now, just before
you get any ideas,

I take care of Zen.

So stay away.

I get it. She's a sweet girl.

I mean, even the birthmark on her
ass kind of looks like a rose, huh?

Mateo, no.

You know, we don't
keep secrets.

No elephants in the car.

-Come again?
-Okay. All right.

The group that's out here in
New York helping El Presidente

steal the "treasure"...
who are they?

It's The Outfit.
Yeah. It's Lozini.

Lozini is the elephant.

-L-Lozi... Okay.
-Yeah.

Any questions?

Uh, no, no, no, no. No
questions from me. That's...

-All right.
-Good.

Yeah. Matter of fact, maybe
one little, little question.

Shoot.

Are you fucking crazy?!

What are you doing, man? You
can't go up against Lozini.

You made a deal.

You're not even supposed
to be in New York City.

What? What?

Oh, I'm dead.

I'm dead. I'm dead. Niggas
is dead, wiggas is dead...

Oh, relax. It'll be fine.

We'll be in and out before
they even know I'm there.

Oh, my God. Not
for nothing, man,

but that little Zen bitch, she gonna
cross and kill you first chance she get.

-You know that.
-I know.

Don't worry. You
know me. All right?

-I only walk where the ice is thick.
-I know.

That's the problem, P.
You walk on the ice.

I do if I'm well paid.

Shit. Touché.

300 mil, that's... that's a lot.

Jesus.

Jesus.

So, where do we start?

-Hey.
-Anything?

Yeah, one of their
lieutenants, uh,

the rather dapper fellow
I've been following around...

Let's go. Let's go.

Kincaid?

Yeah, he just met
up with some muscle.

What are they doing?

I don't know.

I'll follow and see
where they land.

Yeah, well, I think we may have a
second shot at those heist plans.

There's one more guy we
could talk to: the boyfriend.

Meantime, stay on Kincaid.

Okay.

He's here, Bosco's boyfriend.

I asked around. He owns
the place, lives upstairs.

-Is that it?
-I'm told he has a thing for elephants.

Look, I think I should
talk to him alone.

I'm just saying, we've met
before, I'm not a threat.

Come on, you got to
trust me sometime.

That's the only way this works.

I watched you shoot
five people on a whim.

I don't trust you.

And I'm not going to trust you.

And if you try to
handle me again,

I'm gonna put a bullet in your
fucking stomach and let you bleed out.

-I didn't do it on a whim.
-Oh, I forgot.

You were fighting for your country.
Or something equally stupid.

Look, you want that to work out?

Step carefully around me.

There he is. Nick.

What are you gonna say to him?

I'm gonna tell him Bosco's dead and we
need to find the plans right fucking now.

You can't tell him Bosco's dead.

-Why the fuck not?
-He'll freak out.

Bosco was his boyfriend.

I met Bosco. He'll be fine.

Don't tell him Bosco's
dead. Just let me...

And I'm not handling you.

But let me start
things off, okay?

Ease into it.

Before you get all Parker.

Thank you.

♪ Step back, back, back...

Hey. Nick. Wow.

I love this place you got.

What a stunning location.

Am I supposed to know you?

Yeah, I'm Lisa.

Hey, uh, Bosco?

He's dead.

What?

I gave you a shot.

-Are you fucking kidding me?
-What, do you think we got all day?

-No.
-Hey.

No.

-No.
-Uh-oh.

No!

-Oh, shit.
-No...!

-No, no, no, no. No crying.
-See that?

-Great. Real nice. Shit.
-Don't do that. Hey.

-Look what you did.
-Come on, calm down.

No! No!

It's all right.

-It's all right.
-But I-I don't understand.

What happened? I-I
just saw him yesterday.

Well, you're not gonna
see him again, so...

Put your hands on the table.

Are you buying this bullshit?
He's got a hidden gun under there.

Bosco had papers of ours. Plans.

Where are they? They're
not at his place.

If they were important, then
they're probably upstairs.

With Mr. Bluey.

Who the fuck is Mr. Bluey?

Mr. Bluey?

Go.

Bring him back. Bring him back!

Shit. Okay.

Better be good.

Hey, P, uh, Kincaid's men
are knocking over some...

I don't know... like,
some club or something.

Get down! Go!

Oh, shit. Yeah.

Seems like you're aware
of that. All right. Um...

Thank you, Grofield.

No, thank you. Thank
you for calling.

Sending signals
into fucking space

to provide me with that
wonderful, useful information.

I have to go now.

Oh, all right, damn. You ain't
have to say it like that. Shit.

-Go! Get over there!
-Go! Go! Go!

Come here.

You, too, asshole.

All the cash we have
on hand is yours.

Take it. Take every last...

Fuck the money.

Where's Bosco?

Huh?

Now let's try this again.

Bosco, he's missing.

Where is he?

Oh, fuck.

-Yo, what's going on?
-I did something.

I think he's having a
fucking heart attack.

Help me get him down. Let's go.

Fuck.

Ah, fuck.

I'm a doctor.

I can help.

Please. Stand back.

Okay? I can help.

Zen! Come on!

We got to find Mr. Bluey!

Zen, what the hell
are you doing?!

I'm right behind you. Go!

What the fucking hell?

No.

Mr. Bluey?

No, you can't be serious.

Mr. fucking Bluey.

-It's a bad time.
-Yeah, tell me about it.

Cops are about two minutes
out. We got to abort.

-Plus Kincaid's here. He cannot see you.
-What?

-All right?
-Well, give me a sec.

Shit.

Oh, shit!

Parker.

Be quiet.

That was close, huh?

Sure was.

Shit.

Oh, no, I'm okay.
I'm okay. Thank you.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Kincaid. He see
you? Recognize you?

-Yeah, I took care of him.
-Okay, good.

'Cause the damn job
would've ended right there.

Club owner didn't make it.

Well, you did everything
you could, Doctor.

Where are the plans?

Mr. Bluey.

Where?

Ah, Mr. Lozini.

He's just gone to sleep.

Well, I'll just sit
with him a minute.

Try not to wake him.

Poor guy, he's
lucky to be alive.

Yeah.

Okay.

-I'll fucking...
-Hey.

All right, calm down.
You're gonna hurt yourself.

I was still falling.

What happened?

We went... looking for Bosco.

But we couldn't find Bosco.

We found Parker instead.

What?

Because clearly he's here.

Goddamn.

I should've stepped in as
soon as I heard his name.

Sir, he just threw
me out a window, man.

He threw me out
a fucking window.

You got to see this.

Couple of punks.

I-I'm trying to see. I can't
really... I can't really see.

Want to know why
they're dangerous?

Because they know
they're criminals.

That's why.

We got soft is what it is.

We get hit, instead
of reaching for a bat,

we file a goddamn
insurance claim.

Mr. Lozini, there's a
little soup over there.

-Can you just help me...
-We forgot we're criminals.

But not those guys down there.

And not Parker.

Well, Parker's on the way.

Can I get you something, Stan?

You old enough to drink?

I'm kidding.

Anything?

-No, I'm-I'm okay, thank you.
-Okay.

Hey, Brenda, is that a,
uh, Kandinsky over there?

-That one? Th... No, no.
-Yeah.

That's, um, Bed Bath & Beyond.

Ah.

Hey.

-Stan. Uh, can I get you something?
-Uh...

You old enough to drink?

-I just said that.
-You did?

Yeah, I just said that. I
just made that same joke.

-But did you check his I.D.?
-I didn't check his I.D.

You always got to
one-up me, don't you?

-I'm not trying to...
-You guys are funny.

Oh, that'll be them.

So, Stan, I hear,
uh, from Parker

that you're, like, a bit of a
daredevil behind the wheel, huh?

Oh, yeah, I used to race
go-karts back in the day.

And also you're, uh,

like catnip to the
ladies or something?

No, no.

Meow. No.

I don't see it.

Hey, Parker.

-Hey.
-You look like shit.

-Well, thank you.
-Hiya, Grofield.

-Hey, hey. Oh, thank you.
-Come in, come in.

Oh, you're new.

Hey, how goes the
acting, Grofield?

Excellent. Yeah.

We actually just started a new
season of experimental theater.

You know, it's called "Plays
without the audience."

-Plays without people?
-Yeah.

Um, I don't really want
to talk about it too much.

Kind of just stumbled
into it, but...

Who's this?

This is Stan. Stan,
this is Grofield.

-Stan.
-Grofield.

He's weird.

-He's weird.
-I don't know what it is.

Something about his
hair or something.

The weird I see. The
weird I definitely see.

...this bounty,
which represents

our legacy and our future.

All right, bring it in.

Today is a great
day for my people.

This is the stuff
dreams are made of.

Lying bastard.

Hey, that's my rug. Who are you?

Who the fuck is this guy?

Wait. Mateo and Tomas
aren't here yet.

-They're not invited. They're out.
-I'm sorry?

You cancel my guys?

I don't trust them. I mean, you got a
problem with that, talk to your boss.

-Oh, he's her boss.
-Oh, right.

-I see. All right.
-Okay.

I thought I was
talking to my boss.

-We're good?
-So good.

Go.

Okay.

Right now, the stuff is here in the
basement of the General Assembly.

But in a little over
24 hours, it won't be.

The Outfit will have taken it.

Do we know how they're gonna do
it? I mean, all that security...

Seven-line. Runs
under the U.N.

There used to be a stop there.
Now it's a ghost station.

Maybe they have an inside
man to smooth it along.

We're not sure.

However they manage to steal
it doesn't really matter to us.

Once they've teleported
the stuff to the station,

that's where we come in.

Wait, wait, wait.

So you're telling me these
guys have got a teleporter?

You know what? That sounds
really fucking stupid.

Like, even in my own head,
that sounds really stupid.

You were just being flippant.

I get it. I get it.
Keep going. Keep going.

-Don't do that again.
-I won't.

Anyway, once they have the loot,
that's where Bosco's plans come in.

Their scheme is to get
it out on a refuse train.

Train's automated,
runs late at night,

station to station, where crews
load it with the day's trash.

Not tomorrow.

Tomorrow it's going to skip every
stop all the way out to Flushing.

There's a dump there,
Outfit-controlled.

That's where you
and Brenda come in.

You're gonna get in the control
tower at the Bryant Park station.

There's a shift change
every night at 1:00 a.m.

That night, we'll make sure the
normal crew is otherwise detained.

Once you're in, you need to take
control of our train and speed it up.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let me just interject
for-for a second here.

You want two non-actors who
you want to play the MTA guys

-when you got a trained thespian right here?
-Grofield...

I mean, have y'all even done the
background on these characters?

What-what about
their family life?

-Grofield. Grofield, Grofield!
-Have you ever done the background on...

Hey, hey, hey! I got
a part for you, okay?

You play the guy that
shuts the fuck up.

You know what to do.

Relax.

-Get it out, get it out.
-Fuck!

There you go. All right.

This is the MTA operations manual
for that particular control board.

Yeah, study it.

Also, according to Bosco's plans, they got
a guy in there on The Outfit's payroll.

His name is Glasscock.

You motherfucker.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Just keep going, man.
Keep going. Keep going.

You're doing a great job.

Once you speed up the train, there's
only one thing left to handle:

a fail-safe built into
the station's tracks.

It's designed to trip the brakes on
any train going over a certain speed.

The goal is 70 miles an hour.

At that speed, it
jumps the track,

crashes down here, slides
into the dirt over there.

We move in quick, grab the
boxes, including the big one.

We'll have a cube truck standing
by. Stan, you need to get us one.

No problem.

We should have ten full minutes
to load it up, get gone.

Plenty of time.

Questions?

All right, we'll meet
again 5:00 p.m. tomorrow.

Party at our place?

I'd like a room. The name's...

Mr. Willis, is that you?

And you can take a break.

It's been years. Perhaps
three, if memory serves.

-It serves. Is my usual room free?
-Uh, number 12.

If it isn't, I will just
move the current occupant.

Oh. Seems we're in luck.

Good evening, Mr. Willis.

Champagne?

What are you doing here?

I said contact me
only in an emergency.

-Oh.
-I was clear.

I got a room right
down the hall.

You don't mind, do you?

Well, not if you're in it.

Well...

...I do have an emergency.

Want to hear it?

My zipper's stuck.

Yeah, that's what
I was afraid of.

Hey, treasure's on page one.

Oh, you can read?

No, I just look at the pictures.

You don't know
that story, do you?

Of The Lady of Arintero.

Once upon a time...

Oh, my God, you guys
love this story.

...in the 15th century...

You're going to
love it. Settle in.

Most of Spain had
been conquered.

Until a mysterious knight
from León joined the fight.

Wow.

No one knew who he was,

until during the Battle of Toro,

another soldier swung a
blade, tore open his armor

and exposed...

a female breast.

Wow.

So, like a transgender thing?

No, not like a
transgender thing.

See, the point is she was a countess,
and she gave up everything...

her position, her
riches, her femininity...

to fight as a man for
something bigger than herself.

-That's the Lady of Arintero.
-Yes.

And that's why they
named the ship after her.

-Yeah.
-Because of the wardrobe malfunction.

-Yeah.
-Tits hanging out.

Stories like that
shaped me as a kid.

What shaped you, Parker?

Well, I stole something
and I got away with it.

Pretty simple.

-You are simple.
-Yeah.

You see, not everyone is
just a crook like you.

For some people, like
Ortiz, this is about more...

Treasure. All right?

Cut the fucking noble
bandito bullshit.

He's stealing fucking treasure.

From the people who stole
the treasure before him.

-Guys are all crooks like me.
-Mm-hmm.

They're just better at it.

But thank you for the story.
It was very compelling.

Well, here's another
story for you.

You, me, this, it has to work.

I can't risk you getting
cold feet, can I?

Oh, I see.

You came to warm my feet, huh?

Mateo, no!

Him?! How could you?

Hola.

Look who's back, Tomas.

My competition lover boy.

Hey, does he look cold to you?

Yeah. He does a little.

I'm thinking cold

like this.

You'll die of exposure
in, what, half hour?

Ah, which is a shame.

Because The Outfit are coming
to claim your ass in an hour.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

We made some calls.

They were looking for you.

The Outfit? Coming here?

Are you guys really that stupid?

You really think you offer me up,
The Outfit's gonna let you walk away?

It ain't us they want. It's you.

They already know
what I'm doing.

Means they also want to
know what you're doing.

We're not doing anything.

Oh, sure, you dumb fuck.
You tell them that.

They'll still torture
you just to be sure!

I think you're
forgetting something.

We're not gonna be here.

-Bye, now. Enjoy the weather.
-No.

So they're early.

It don't mean nothing.

You're so sure, go check it out.

Mateo. Listen.

You fucked up, but I
can fix this. Okay?

Just uncuff me, and we
take them out together.

Say what, asshole?

I know them, how they work.

-We just left you to die.
-Yes.

You tried to kill me,
all right? I'm over it.

Look at me. Holding grudges
is not how I do business.

Hey!

It's getting late.

Uh-uh.

I found you.

My little traitor.

Oh, traitor?

Putting our entire country at risk
because you think I'm your girlfriend?

Yeah, how'd you find us?

You left your phone on
when you were sending me

all of those bitchy
text messages.

What'd you do to Tomas?

Nothing yet, but I think I'm
gonna shoot his dick off.

That sounds fun.

But we heard him scream.

What are you talking about?

I thought that was you guys.

Get down!

The Outfit.

You were right.

You just... you
just saved my life.

You're welcome.

Fucker.

It really is you.

Kill me if you want.

Okay.

Goddamn. What the
hell's going on?

I told you to report back.

Was Parker really there?

Yeah. He was.

Well, shit fire
and little fishes.

Parker.

What a surprise.

And my two guys?

Oh, let me look.

Yep, dead.

Hey. We had a deal, asshole.

You stay out of my
city, I don't kill you.

How fucking hard is that?

What was that first part again?

I should've put you down

three years ago.

I let you live.

Yeah?

Gave you a pass 'cause you killed my
boss, which I admit was very good for me.

Bullshit. I got to him. That
meant I could get to you.

You were scared shitless.

Sc... Scared?

Of you?

Hey.

I run The Outfit, bitch.

I point,

people vanish.

I got a fucking army!

Uh, minus two, last
time I checked.

Like I give a shit, you child.

Let's see if you can hold this
in what's left of your brain.

You're one lone psycho.

You can't take down an
entire organization.

It's not possible.

Nobody tells me
where I get to walk.

Okay, great, fine.

Then you'll be dead by morning.

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Almost forgot.

Now, that genius caper
you've been planning?

I've been ahead of
you this whole time.

So you can forget it, pal.

It's over.

What's over?

The heist.

I bumped it up,
you arrogant prick.

See, it's not tomorrow.

It's now. You lose.

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Oh, shit. Come on!

Hey! Whoa, hey. I
got you. I got you.

We got to go now.

I got you. Come on.

-Get me in the fucking car.
-Yeah.

Shit.

Ow, Mommy dearest.

-Yeah?
-The heist is happening now.

Everything got
moved up 24 hours.

Ooh. I like it when you
call me Pookie, girl.

Grofield?

-Grofield, are you there?
-Huh? Oh, oh, oh!

Shit. Hey, Parker.

Hey, Parker. How's it going?

The heist is
happening right now.

You got to move. Is
everyone still there?

Are you ready? Now, remember.

Okay, let's go. Okay, let's...

Yeah. Yeah.

We're, uh... we
ready. Yeah, we ready.

You been... We been
ready. You ready?

Fucking kidding me.

Everything's the
same, all right?

Well, it's not the same
because it's not tomorrow.

Remember, shift change
happens at 1:00, all right?

-So if you miss it...
-Shut the fuck up and we won't! Go.

-Go!
-Ed, get your snow bunny. Get her.

-Hey, that's not nice.
-Get to hoppin'! Get to hoppin'!

That's not nice.

Stan!

Stan. Hi.

Oh, hey. Whoa.

Cube truck!

Yes. Truck. Yes.

-Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yes, yes.
-Are you here, man? Are you woke?

Is it working for
you? Can you do this?

You think I ever
stole a truck sober?

Goddamn, your breath stink, man!

Get it together, a'ight?

You need to get
that shit together

and stop drinking on the jo...

-Get out of the road!
-Oh! Motherfucker!

You don't see me walking?!

Sorry, the heat is up
as high as it goes.

Oh, that's okay.

I'll just warm my hands over the
fiery wreckage when we crash.

Mm, you used to like my driving.

-Okay. Fuck. Shit.
-Okay.

Where did Parker
get this, Baby Gap?

I wouldn't worry about
it too much, honey.

If you walk in there looking like that,
they're definitely gonna let us in.

Oh, really?

Hey!

Hey!

Yeah. Welcome to Brooklyn.

I'm so stupid. Why
didn't I think...

We're too late. Shift
change already happened.

Oh, don't worry. I got this.

-Okay.
-Thank you.

You in there, open up.

This is Supervisor Lewis.

We've got a security issue here.

-Security issue?
-Yeah.

Open the door, and we'll
tell you everything about it.

Yeah, we can't, Mr...

-It's Lewis. Yeah.
-Lewis.

Not without the
proper written order.

Listen to me, okay?

You've got a guy in there
by the name of Glasscock.

This guy is up to something.

For some reason, he
rerouted a refuse train.

You don't believe
me, check the board.

What are they talking about?

I don't know, you know...

-Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Oh, God.

Glasscock, Jesus.
What are you doing?

-Gun. Gun.
-Oh, he's got a gun. Right.

-All right, I-I didn't anticipate that.
-No, clearly.

How the fuck did you know?

-Take it easy. Take it easy.
-Shit!

-Everything's gonna be fine.
-Back, back, back.

All right, everybody, back!
Just stay back, all right?

Put your hands up!
You, get your hands up!

Get your hands up!

Goddamn it.

-Okay.
-Great plan, Ed. Really cunning.

Is that value added?

Hey.

Hey!

Fuck. Whoa.

Get out of my truck.

Hey. Uh, no.

Jesus.

Look, Joey, look, it's
all over the truck.

Would you get the key?

Just get out of the...

Today of all days.

No. No, no, no, no, no. Asshole.

Don't do that.

No, no, no, no. Don't.

Don't... Don't smile at me.

Come on! Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey!

It's just a goddamn
trash train, right?

I didn't want to take
their money. I just...

They offered it to me. I
said, "Sure, I need money."

I got these bills..."

Oh! Way to go, Supervisor Lewis!

-Yeah!
-Yes!

Who pushed the button? You did?

Yeah, it was me.

Ah, well done.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

-Thank you very much.
-Awesome. Fantastic.

Thank you.

Now please put your hands in the air, and,
everyone, get your backs against the wall.

We're taking over
this trash train.

Right? -Huh?

Ow. What the...

-Come on, let's go.
-You heard him.

Back up.

Are we, like, being
punked here or...?

Eyes up.

Somebody, check in.

Where the fuck is everybody?

Are you gonna shoot us?

Oh, wow.

Um, I mean, maybe, yeah.

I don't know, but that's
what makes this so exciting.

-Right, babe?
-Yep.

Yeah. Oh, okay, sorry.

We had to mute you before,
but we're in now. Almost...

No, no, no, no.
Every-Everything here is wrong.

The board doesn't match.

Well, maybe you
have it backwards.

Backwards? Me?

Okay. At the Trenton job, you're the
one that thought a six was a nine.

So, just saying.

Listen, it takes time
to speed the train up.

-It's got to happen now.
-Y... Yeah, yeah, we're on it.

Well, there should've
been a line under it.

Okay, under the
six? Oh, I'm sorry.

Last time I checked, Trenton
was in America, not Europe.

Oh, good point. Hey, also,
please feel free to...

It's the keypad on the right.

-What?
-What?

That board's new. We got
it a couple weeks back.

There we go.

Hey, Bruno Mars says it's
the one on the right.

-Okay, okay.
-Damn it, Lou.

Why you helping these people?

Divorced parents.

I-I can't stand the bickering.

-There we go.
-All the way, all the way.

Okay.

Whoa!

All right, Parker, we got
it. The speed is climbing.

We are at 30 MPH.

35 MPH.

Stop saying "MPH."

Keep it maxed.

It's got to be twice
that going into the turn.

Grofield, please tell
me you're in position.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

All right.

Yeah. Just found parking.

Grofield?

Grofield, are you there?

Hey. What's happening, my man?

Hey, how are you?

It's coming, the train. You
should be able to see it.

We good?

Shit.

Okay, go. Go-go-go, no-no.

Shit! Shit!

Fucking piece...

Goddamn it! Come on, come on.

Come on! Come on! Fuck!

Parker, we're at 50.

Fifty-five.

Shit, it's gonna be close.

Zen and I are almost there.
Grofield, are we good?

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Yes! Yes!

Parker, the train
passed the trip.

Grofield did it.

We are at 60.

All right, this
is it. Here we go.

Um...

Uh, guys? The-the train...

It missed. We missed.

It wasn't going fast enough.

Okay, d-do we stop it?

No. No.

Keep it going, fast as you can.

There's another turn
just up the tracks.

Uh, yes. Yeah, all
right. I see it.

It's at, uh, 23rd and Court.

Like a 90-degree bend.

Everybody got that? 23rd
and Court. Get there. Move.

-Ed, there's gonna be another trip switch.
-No, I'm way ahead of you.

It's across the street from the post
office just before you reach the turn.

If I shortcut through Dutch Kills
Green, I should beat it there.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no! Hey!

Hey. Ah.

That's where I left that thing.

Silly me.

On my way, guys.

It's Court and... and, uh...

Hey! What the fuck?!

All right.

Where are you?

Where?

Okay, trip switch. Trip switch.

Oh, fuck.

What was that?

Uh, guys, I think I
just hit Grofield.

You what? Stan, come again?

Stan, are you there?

Oh.

Ah.

Speed seems about
right this time.

That T stop is coming
up pretty fast.

Grofield?

Shit. What's happening?

Grofield, where
the hell are you?

It's now or never.

Yes! Yes!

Oh, no.

It's not what we planned.
It's too fucking high.

Oh, my God!

Shit. Back up, back
up, back up, back up!

Shit.

-Oh, fuck.
-Let's go.

Fucking psycho.

Take a beat.

Come on. Up here, quick.

Where the fuck is Stan?

Drunk as a fucking skunk.

The fuck?

Lozini pulled the
treasure early.

At the ghost station.

The damn train left without it.

No.

That's wrong.

Why would they run the trains?

Or fill them up with rocks?

Oh, shit!

Well, because they
coming after Parker, man.

They trying to set him up.

Shit.

We got to go. Now. Move!

Shit! Okay.

Motherfucker! Yeah!

You want to play?!

Drop your weapons.

Zen, down!

No!

Grover, go!

This car is fucked!

Cops.

Goddamn.

Hey. Hi. It's me.

Come on. Let's go.

Shit.

Hey, nice cube truck, Stan.

Come on, let's go. Get
us the fuck out of here!

-Oh, fuck.
-Get the fuck in the car!

Ah, fuck, fuck.

Get in, get in, get in!

All right, breathe.

What you see behind
me is what's left

of the 7-line refuse train,

which derailed sometime
after 1:00 a.m. this morning.

Hey, hey, guys, guys.

Would you look at that?

Is that supposed to be you guys?

Turn that shit off, Stan.

Pull your fucking pants up, man.

Yeah, sorry.

Hey, you rushing off so soon?

Not much of a party.

Plus I've got to go
home and break bad news

to some people you've never
met nor give a shit about.

Hey.

You know, I didn't, uh, steal
something to get away with it.

Come again?

At the hotel.

You asked me how I became
a thief. That wasn't it.

There's a story.

Oh. No, thank you.

Come on, I listened to your fucking
story. You can at least listen to mine.

It's good.

I was eight.

Only thing I'd ever stolen was
a bottle of bourbon one time.

There were bullies,
older kids, bigger kids.

They worked for this weed
dealer by the name of Maury.

Meanest drunk in town.

These kids, they ride around
making deliveries for the guy.

Anyway, one day, I'm playing
basketball with my friends.

These fucking bullies show up.

The biggest one, Cal, tells us to
fuck off, that this is his court.

Slugged my friend in the
face, knocked him out cold.

Look, I didn't have
much that summer,

but I had basketball, and
they took that from me.

Let me guess. You killed them.

At eight?

No.

But I waited.

And I watched.

Every Friday, that Cal guy,
he'd go visit this girl I knew.

Steal her bike to go see Maury.

He'd make her cry.

I decided I was gonna
do something about that.

What did you do?

Dry her tears?

No, I destroyed her bike.

Ah. So when that asshole
came around, no bike.

No bike for him.

He's late for Maury.

And Maury beats him... bad.

Breaks his arm.

Sorry, I thought this was
a story about you stealing.

It is.

The bourbon, remember?

I made sure that the meanest drunk in
town had a fifth in his car that day.

So while that Cal guy is laid
up with a busted elbow...

You were playing basketball.

All summer long.

I was eight years old, and
I was a fucker with a plan.

And I still am.

Will you put down the
bag? This ain't over.

I got an idea.

Oh, you got an idea.

Hey, don't you think it's a
little bit too late for that?

You're upset.

You have every right to be,
so say what you want to say.

Uh, I ain't got shit to say.

I mean, maybe Stan
might be wondering

why the fuck he wearing a
bullet with your name on it.

Or maybe he's curious
about why you lied

about The Outfit knowing
that you was here.

Nah, I'm fine. Seriously.

-Shut the fuck up, Stan.
-Shit happens. Yeah.

Now, you told me, man. You...

You said you got
Kincaid at the club.

You remember you said that?
You said, "I took care of him."

-Those were your words.
-I guess he lived.

I guess he fucking did.

Not to put too fine a point on
it, Parker, but your little...

Fuck this goddamn tree.

Your little fuck up just cost the
rest of us a shit ton of money.

What idea, Parker?

An idea for what to do next.

-This motherfucker. You funny.
-What next, Parker?

There is no fucking
next. It's over.

We-we-we lost. We got beat.

You got beat.

This ain't like you, Parker.

You walk where the ice is thick.

Remember that?

You got the police, they in this,
and-and not to mention Lozini.

How thin do you
fucking want it? Huh?

You're right. It's stupid.

But I'm gonna keep going anyway.

Okay.

Tell us how.

Look, we know The Outfit
had buyers lined up already.

We know the gold, the jewels, that's
all been scattered at this point.

Tell us something we don't know.

They may be able to
split up the treasure,

but they can't split
up the figurehead.

The Lady of Arintero herself.

Not without
destroying her value.

Come on, man, she's
like any work of art.

She needs to be intact.

Perfect.

And she's probably worth
half the total score.

Four hundred, 500
million all by herself.

We just have to find her.

Yeah, okay, okay, okay.

But, uh, uh, what we...

what we need to know is
the name of the buyer.

Anybody know who this
lucky billionaire is?

Actually, no.

But I know someone we can ask.

And who is that?

The guy who fucked this
all up by not dying.

Kincaid.

Yeah. Bathe me, baby.

Uh, Mr. Kincaid.

Hey, something ain't right.

What do you mean?

People on Park Avenue
are looking up.

They're, like, staring.

Look at you with
your shopping bags!

Look at you with your fucking
video, taking pictures!

Well, take pictures
when I fucking jump!

The fucking Knicks!

I kept the faith.

I bet with my heart.

Yeah, yeah.

It was the lobby.

There's some asshole on the
roof saying he's gonna jump.

Show some urgency, Terry!

Get up there and check it out!

I got no house! No wife!

I gave everything.

I lo... Oh, shit.

-I lost, I lost everything!
-Hey, pal?

Stay away from me!

Easy, brother. I just
want to know who you are.

Go right ahead and jump.

Do me a favor, hit a
cop. See if I care.

-Huh?
-Boom!

Nice job, Brando. Are you ready?

Yeah, it just takes a second for
me to get out of the character.

Shake it off.

Put this on for me.

Come on.

Come on, let's get rid of him.

Merry Christmas, Parker.

Merry Christmas, Grofield.

That's our cue.

Yeah.

Police! Open the door, please!

What's this about?

Sir, someone jumped off the building.
We just got to ask a few questions.

Come on.

-Yeah, sorry to bother you, sir.
-All right, take it easy.

-Turn around.
-Whoa, whoa, yeah.

-Straight to the room.
-Keep walking.

-Come on, open the fucking door.
-Hey, hey, hey.

Open the door. Open the door.

There you go.

Man, come on, man. Hey, look.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Well, we will, but we don't want
to, so don't make us. Over there.

-Go, go, go, go, go.
-Okay.

Please, Parker, I'm-I'm begging
you, and-and gentleman. I-I-I...

Shh. I just need you to tell me
who's getting The Lady of Arintero.

I got, I got a big
deal coming in.

And it's a crypto thing,
and I'll cut you in...

The buyer, Kincaid, who is it?

I'll tell you. Just don't do it.

Don't do what?

Don't throw me off the building.

Throw you off the building?
Why would I do that?

Because you did it before!

You dropped me out the
window, and now look at me.

-I'm a fucking mess.
-Look, calm down. I promise, okay?

I'm not gonna throw
you off the building.

But I think that
you will, though.

No. I promise.

I don't believe
you, like, at all.

No, I won't. I promise you.

What happened to Terry?

What did you do to him?

-Who's Terry?
-He's wasting our time.

The motherfucker we threw
off the goddamn building.

I mean... Ah, shit.

You threw...

-Hey, hey, hey!
-Now you've done it.

Come on, man.

Shit. This is going nowhere.

-What the fuck would you do that for?
-I don't fucking know.

I thought I was just telling
him the goddamn truth.

Hey, you.

You wouldn't happen to
know where the fucking...

who the buyer is for the
goddamn Lady, would you?

Yeah, sure.

What?

It's all these dickheads
ever talk about.

It's that asshole
billionaire, you know?

What, asshole billionaire? I think
you're gonna have to narrow that down.

Um, what's his name?

Phineas Paul. That's the one.

-Wow.
-Huh.

-They're selling that lady thing to him.
-Damn.

-Mm-hmm.
-That was easy as fuck.

Yeah, seriously, thank you.

-Yeah.
-Well, guy like that

gonna be hard to find.

Well, you could try
Valentino's, actually.

He just posted this
picture of his steak.

It looks juicy.

Wow.

-Come on.
-You're a helpful little mother fuck...

-Hey.
-Sorry for pointing this thing. Thank you.

-You're welcome.
-Jesus.

You know the expression
"reinvent the wheel"?

My engineers actually
believe it's possible.

No, Mark, I'm serious.

No, no, you're not listening.

Think about it.

If you could copyright
the fucking wheel...

How was the steak?

Uh, fine.

Do I...?

The Lady of
Arintero. I want her.

And you are?

Impatient. Where is she?

Whoa.

Heavens.

Tough guy.

Do you have any concept who
the fuck you're talking to?

You're not answering
my question.

I don't have to, moron.

I'm one of the most important
fucking people on the planet.

This isn't some
rat-infested alley.

You're out of your league.

You're dealing with a
different class of people now.

So, put that thing away.
You're not gonna use it.

Jesus Christ!

You shot Mark Cuban!

I never heard of him.

-Let's go.
-What...

Go.

-Cameras?
-All good.

Come on, let's go.

Hello, Richie Rich.

He's one of the most important
people on the planet.

Oh, wow.

Can we, can we
talk about this?

I think you have the wrong guy.

-Huh?
-Yeah.

Have a seat right here.

There you go.

You're making a mistake.

You want Lozini and De La Paz.

They're the ones selling
me The Lady of Arintero.

How do you know De La Paz?

Justin Bieber introduced us.

-Justin Bieber?
-Yeah.

-Wow.
-That's nice. What about The Lady?

I don't have her. Not yet.

So you're no good to us.

-Uh-oh.
-What, are we shooting somebody?

-It's leaning that way, yeah.
-Ah, don't worry about it.

Just a little gut
shot. He'll be a'ight.

-Gut shot? Oh, okay.
-Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I-I know where
they're keeping her.

A private vault, Outfit-owned.

Green Brook. I can show
you on a map, but...

Oh, great. Now we got
to fuck with a map, man!

What are you talking about?!

-I'll fuck you up and fuck the map up!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Grofield, calm down.

You said "but." You
said "but." But what?

That was good.

You won't be able to get her.

Even if you somehow blow
the door off the vault,

The Lady's protected by
a special security cage.

My company actually makes them.

Tungsten-carbon alloy.

It'd take days to
cut through it.

Trust me, no one, not even I could
get past it until the time lock opens.

When does it open?

The cage opens
tomorrow, 8:00 a.m.

Green Brook Private Vaults?

Ironically, they have a website.

Do you know which vault it's in?

Vault one.

But like I said, even if you blow the
vault, you still can't get into the cage.

Believe me, it's impenetrable.

Actually, it shouldn't
be a problem.

What, he said it
should be a problem?

-Shouldn't be a problem.
-Oh, "should not."

-Yeah, "should not."
-Okay, great, great.

So you're really fucking
kidnapping me, then?

No. Well, yeah, I mean...
we already kidnapped you.

We're just keeping you.

We're "keep napping" you.

-There's limited access.
-Yeah.

We can't shave it too
fine. What do we think?

I think it's fucking insane.

And I'm worried... there's
snow all over the ground.

Snowmobiles won't be able
to drag that much weight.

Why don't we just
get eight reindeer?

Nine if you add Rudolph.

Ah, wait, that'll give us away.

I got the perfect thing.

You know Mike Carlow?

Yeah. Driver, good with a gun.

Also designs his own race
cars. Crazy contraptions.

I saw him not too long ago, and
motherfucker had this in his garage.

-The fuck is that?
-Yeah.

Get him on the phone.

Yeah, get him on the phone.

Will you get him on the phone?

So I tell this girl, right, the
short one, I wasn't interested

in her tall, giraffe-looking friend,
and she starts getting all pissy at me.

Christ, this hurts.

Hey. Stan, where's
his hood, man?

-It was hard for us to chat.
-You know what?

I ain't even got time for it.

You know, he's a
really interesting guy.

My leg is really throbbing.

Should I get some more pills?

Christ, we got another one.

What the hell are these
people thinking, man?

It's dark out. Go home.

-Holy shit!
-No, no, no, I-I think she's okay.

-I think the van missed her.
-Yeah.

-I-I definitely saw it go past.
-Yeah. Just took out the camera.

Somebody should go check
and see if anyone's hurt.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

My neck.

Oh, my back!

Goddamn!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, buddy,
buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy.

Buddy, you all right?

Oh, a pack of ice... will help.

All good.

Still down.

Forgot the code again?

Hands up. Turn around.
Come on. Let's move.

-We're running late.
-Yep.

Ooh, yes. Where you going, man?

Phineas! Phineas!

There's no mystery here.

It's science.

The whiskey and the pills
working together... like us.

Hey, my leg feels better.

♪ Lord, I'm one ♪

♪ Lord, I'm two ♪

♪ Lord, I'm ♪♪

Hey!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Stop, stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop. Yeah.

Hi. Hey.

Hey, aren't you
that rich asshole?

That's me. Can I
borrow your phone?

Can I borrow your wallet?

Cute. Look, this is
a fucking emergency.

I really need your
phone, please.

Thank you.

I'll tell you where
to drop me off.

Oh.

What? N... Phineas, no.

N-N... No, no, no,
no. I got this.

Just get back to your house.
I'll send you some of my people.

Yeah.

Fuck you.

Get me someone from the Green
Brook Vault on the phone. Do it.

What's going on?

The Lady of Arintero.

We need to make sure she's okay.

It's in the vault.
No one can get to it.

I know.

We can't even get to
it until the morning.

No answer at the vault.

I knew it.

I fucking knew it!

Oh. Nice.

Piggy bank.

Almost there.

Let's go.

Is-is he new?

Are you new? Faster!

You need to calm down. No
one's getting to The Lady.

-It isn't possible.
-Okay.

Yeah. This is Parker
we're talking about.

Yep.

-All right.
-All right.

Shit.

Yeah, you've got
company. It's time to go.

Boss, hold on. Hold on.

They opened the cage.

Goddamn it!

How...

How?!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?!

The cars. Bring
the fucking cars!

Yeah, bring the fucking cars.

Yeah.

Impenetrable cage, my ass, man.

Hey, Zen, you with us?

Yes, Grover, I'm
your guardian angel.

Speaking of which,

wasn't it the plan to
get ahead of these guys?

Why?

Because I'm seeing headlights.

In front of you.

In front... Ah, shit.

Son of a bitch!

-What the fuck was that?
-Ah, shit. Hang on.

-Keep it steady as you can, all right?
-All right, all right. Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Parker, you good?!

♪ It's beginning to look a lot ♪

♪ Like Christmas...

-Oh!
-♪ ...where you ♪♪

Whoa!

Oh, shit!

-Hey!
-Move, move, move!

Hey, you little fucker!

Oh, shit.

Hey!

Ah, fuck.

Ah, fuck!

No. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh!

There she goes. There
she fucking goes!

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Yeah?

We got The Lady.

We're doing the exchange
early, as in right fucking now.

Wait, what? It's the
middle of the night.

-The cage doesn't open till...
-Eight a.m.

I know, yeah. Well, guess what.

It's open.

That's not possible.

Parker found a way
to make it possible.

Parker?

-Look, I-I'm not ready.
-Oh, you're not ready.

M-My apologies. How's
a week from Tuesday?

Fuck you! Too late.

My guys are outside your door.

What a dick.

What...

Oh...

Lozini knows the stock
sale's in the morning.

I won't have the
money till 7:30.

Then we'll expect it by 7:31.

Welcome, my love.

Just you and me now.

Shit, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Motherfucker!

Hey, hey, El Presidente,
you're up early.

You're now a dead man, cabrón.

Why? Wait, you lost
me, amigo. Wha-what?

-Is this a joke?
-Oh, you think this is funny?

Huh? Maybe you thought it might be
a good joke to sell my Lady twice.

Use some cheap fake to fool
me and laugh about it. Eh?

Wait, oh, wait. Whoa, back up.

-Wait, what? Fake? What fake?
-I'm gonna stop talking now.

Why waste my breath
on a dead man?

No, no! W-Wait! It wasn't me.

It was Parker. It
must have been.

He-he-he must have switched...

We're going back to Green Brook.

Green Brook? Why?

Because that's where
The Lady of Arintero is.

She never left the vault.

Stan, so proud of you, man.

No, I-I'm serious. I could
be a real actor, man.

That-that Phineas guy, he totally...
totally bought I was drunk.

-He was so invested, man.
-Shut the fuck up.

-I got to go, Stan, all right?
-Like you said before, I had to, like,

come up with a backstory
and everything, you know.

Tape.

-Okay.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You want to do the honors?

Merry Christmas.

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Get Stan and the truck.
Meet me at the loading dock.

All right.

Stan. Hey.

Where the fuck is Stan?

Yo.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Shit.

Come on, your piece. Come
on, come on, come on. Easy.

It's incredible.

Millions of dollars'
worth of security,

and you beat it with a
stencil and a can of paint.

That's what you did, right?

Just repainted the
numbers from left to right

so that vault one
became vault three

and just blew the door
off the empty vault.

And after a very
convincing chase,

you let me get The Lady back.

Let me think I won.

There she goes.

There she fucking goes!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Motherfuck.

It's, uh, it's killing me.

How did you know I'd
take it to Phineas?

I didn't.

I just knew you wouldn't bring it
here, not after I breached the place.

Clever.

But in the end, it
didn't work, did it?

It was the time lock.

I knew 8:00 a.m. was pushing it.

7:00, fine.

I'd have been long gone.

It's that extra hour.

That's how it goes.

Sometimes you lose.

Sure.

Sometimes.

Oh, okay.

What the hell was
that supposed to mean?

The Outfit's out
of money, isn't it?

I've been tracking you
guys for a while, now.

Pulling small jobs at places
I knew were Outfit-controlled.

The racetrack heist
was just the latest.

Meadowview Downs?

Each time, the take was
less than I expected.

Got me thinking you
guys are in trouble.

It's a bad economy, and you
are a business, after all.

Then you fucked up and took
this De La Paz job, and I knew.

Without The Lady of Arintero, I
think The Outfit goes bankrupt.

Can't let you have her.

Take a look.

Holy fuck.

You are insane.

Is that the hardest
you can punch?

Getting there.

Zen, what the fuck? You
just shot through the door.

-How'd you know you wouldn't hit me?
-We aim high.

-Come again?
-We aim high.

On the cams, it looked
like you couldn't stand up.

Yeah. I'm standing
right now. You see this?

-Wait, well, you said...
-You want a cookie, nigga? Come on.

Shit! Now what?

Go. Go, go, go.

Do you hear that? That's my
guys taking out your crew.

-I can make them stop...
-Actually, that's De La Paz's elite guard.

Zen, from my crew, she
used to be one of them.

Got in contact, told them
you'd be here this morning.

What have you done?

Just-just think for
a s-second, Parker.

We can work something out
here. We had a deal before.

It doesn't have to go this way.

Sure, it does.

No.

Five hundred million dollars.

We could've made a deal.

But that wasn't
the idea, was it?

You said it was impossible to
take down an entire organization.

I just did.

Goddamn.

Why?

Nobody tells me
where I get to walk.

-Nice shot.
-What's going on?

Is she okay?

You're out?

Yeah, I'm out.

-Peace.
-Got to go.

-There'll be other jobs.
-Yeah.

Yeah.

Shit.

I almost forgot.

What?

What's left of The Lady.

What?

Well, should at least
cover your expenses.

I already took my
cut. This is all you.

-Parker.
-What?

If I'd known, I would've
served the good coffee.

This shit's Folgers.

-Hey, divvy it up evenly, all right?
-Yeah, man.

It's like a two
million dollar pot.

-Send me a message.
-All right, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey, you can't just walk
away like that, man.

-Uh, thank you, Parker.
-Thank you, Parker.

-Thank you very much.
-Thank you.

-This is all right... You get one.
-Wait, wait, wait.

-You get one. You get one. No.
-No, no, no.

What's he doing here?

Yeah, you got dibs or something?

Not me.

-Court's all yours.
-Yes.

...quite damning
newly-acquired audio.

This shocking recording
leaked to the media

by an anonymous source, in which
tech billionaire Phineas Paul

links himself to disgraced
dictator Ignacio De La Paz

and Monday night's
United Nations robbery.

You're making a mistake.

You want Lozini and De La Paz.

They're the ones selling
me The Lady of Arintero.

A subsequent raid on a
warehouse owned by Mr. Lozini

ended in the recovery of
millions in stolen relics.

They're already on
their way back home.

You did this.

Didn't you?

Thank you.

I spoke to Ortiz.

He's been named
acting president.

De La Paz is out.

We finally have a leader who
wants to feed our people.

I can't believe it.

You should come see it.

My country.

Oh, you'd love it.

Money goes a long way there.

We'd only have to steal
half as much. Salud.

We could buy a big
house, have a dog.

I can't go back with you.

Why not?

Am I not a good enough bandit?

You're great.

You got a knack for it.

Okay, so what is it?

Trouble isn't what
happened on this job.

Trouble is the last job.

The racetrack.

That didn't come off so well.

I'm not sure I follow.
What do you mean?

You killed my crew.

Shot my friend Philly.

Shot him while he
lay there bleeding.

And, see, I let something
like that slide,

well, like I said before,
it's bad for business.

Why don't you stay
away from the bed.

I know about the gun
under the mattress.

Okay.

So...

...no dog?

It's so funny.

When I met you,

I admit, I pretended
to like you.

I had to make this work.

And then an odd thing happened.

All by itself.

After a while, I realized

I wasn't pretending anymore.

I was.

For the greater good.

You better not let
her down, asshole.

That is more than one-seventh.

It's a lot more.

It's what I could get.

I just assumed I'd
not see you again.

Guess that was unkind.

No, it's okay. You
don't really know me.

And the girl?

Zen?

I kept that promise, too.

I hope that fixes
something for you.

Three! Two! One!

What are you gonna
do with your share?

Oh, I was thinking I'd go
home, expand the theater,

maybe get a little bit of puppetry
going, you know, marionettes.

Oh, that should pack 'em in.

Ah, you a hater, man. Hey!

-B, how you doing, man?
-Happy New Year!

Yeah.

You know, at least
I have passion.

Yes. Driving away audiences so you
have to steal to support a theater.

You ever think maybe
you just like stealing?

Well, only with you, my friend.

Now, look where we are, man.

It's New Year's Eve,
B. New York City.

We got it back, man,
just like you wanted.

Doesn't that make you happy?

-Yeah, it's great.
-What the...

After all the shit
we been through?

"Yeah, it's great.
Yeah, it's fine."

I just never really
liked New York.

What?

What?

Something wrong with you, man.

Something wrong with me?
You're the one buying puppets.

Ah, all right, touché.

The end, motherfucker.

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