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That's very nice.

It's perfect.

I love it.

Look at that.

I love it, the detail.

I like it.

Exactly how much do we have here?

$4 million.

As you can see, it's totally flawless.

- Yeah. - Woman: Ow!

- Oh god! Ow! - You all right, dove?

- I got to go to the bathroom. - Okay, all right.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

Go with her. Make sure she doesn't have that thing right here.

You keep your goddamn foreign club-feet off my coffee table.

What do you think this is, a French whorehouse?

- Here you are, Bo. - It look like one.

Bo: Who the fuck is this guy?

What the hell are you thinking, man?

This is no way to do business.

You bring your pregnant girlfriend here,

you bring this foreign fuck termite.

Yeah, that's right. You're nothing but a wetback.

I not a wetback.

I fly first-class on the aeroflot direct from Moscow.

- I even have a green card. - Yeah?

Fuck you and whoever gave it to you.

I love it when you make those noises.

Jeez, you're heavy.

Your gun...

Was jamming me in the tit.

It wasn't my gun, baby.

You know, you are some piece of work.

First you put your feet on my table,

then you wipe spit all over my $10,000 chair.

It's you cocksuckers that are the problem.

Jesus, you come here and take good jobs away from real Americans.

You know what we ought to do in this country?

We ought to put our armies right there on the border,

so every time a greasy sack of shit like you

tries to run across, we shoot him on sight.

Hey, come on, everybody relax.

We're here to do business, aren't we?

Let's put our immigration issues aside.

Guard: Hey, you okay in there?

I'll give you 20¢ on the dollar.

Bo: 50.

- Just a minute. - Man: 25.

40.

- 30. - All right, 30,

but you'll take the whole load.

Tomorrow at noon.

- You okay, dove? - Yeah, let's go.

Would you get her out of here

before she drops that thing in my living room?

And when you come back tomorrow,

you leave this commie scumbag at home.

Put the gun down. Get the fuck out of here.

- Guard: Move it. - Please, honey, let's go.

Russian wannabe.

Time to make the doughnuts.

Joe, check that.

Aw, come on.

What the...?

- Watch out, watch out. - Dove: Oh shit!

Oh god, this place is crawling with cops.

It's okay, it's all right.

Just got to lay low and everything'll be fine.

Sweet dreams, big guy.

Man: Ah, there's the signal.

I love you, Attila. Let's go. Let's go.

- What are you staring at? - Hey!

What are you doing? Don't touch that!

- It was looking at me. - Come on.

This guy's got the whole place wired.

Everything's okay. They're all out.

Nice work. Watch the door.

- All right. - Let's see if we can find this cash.

Where you going?

I'm going to play our host a lullaby.

The cash is this way. What are you doing?

- Leave him alone. - Don't tell me what to do.

We're not going to kill anybody today.

Give me the axe! Let go!

What are you talking about? Just give me the axe.

- Just a quick song, no blood. - Cops! They're at the gate!

Man: We must have triggered the silent alarm. Jesus!

Come on, come on. Let's go.

Out back, out back!

- I would've--! - Let's go.

Aw, shit, it's locked.

- Fucking--! - No, no, they're out back!

This way! You guys can get out through the roof.

There's no point, they'll be waiting for us.

They won't.

- I'm going to go talk to them. - Taylor, no!

Go, go! I'll see you soon. Get out of here.

- Come on! - Get her out of here!

Paige, tell Megan I'm sorry.

Come on.

Oh shit.

Go!

- Don't shoot, I'm unarmed! - Here is guys!

- I'm unarmed! - Get your hands up.

- Get down here. - We got him.

Check inside.

- We got him! - We got him!

Turn around, put your hands behind your head.

Cuff him.

You're going down for this, son. Let's go.

Buenos dias, señorita.

Me llamo Jose.

Ay, dios mio.

Buenos dias, señor.

- Me llamo Jose. - Glad to meet you, Jose.

My name is Taylor.

Buenos dias, señora.

My name is Jose.

My name...

Is my name.

Paige?

Oh my god, you're out early?

- Hi! - Oh god!

I missed you.

But you lied to me. You told me you were doing better than this.

- When did you move in here? - It's okay.

- I just didn't want you to worry about us. - Yeah?

Oh god.

- Megan. - Daddy!

- Hey. - Daddy!

Oh god. You're huge.

I can't believe it. Here look, look.

Brought you a card game. It's got little animals on it.

Thanks, daddy, but I don't use these anymore.

I use the big kid's one.

These are for little kids.

This... is what I use.

Ahh, cool.

All right, we'll play some games inside.

- Come on. - Yeah!

- Wait. - Taylor: Come back.

Just a minute.

Come here.

- Come here. - My toothbrush.

All right, kids, enough playing cards. Get in here.

One more hand, Mrs. Monty.

- I'll stick. - No, dummy, you have 16.

I'm showing a face card. You've already lost.

You need to hit.

371 days,

23 hours and 17 minutes.

You want a smoke?

I gave them up on the inside.

Should I double down?

Sure. Only if you want me to take all your money.

Thanks for looking after my kid.

Yeah, you know, we got along.

I got to get us out of here.

What, open plan kitchen?

View of the trash dump?

I'm serious.

This is not what I had in mind for us.

I can't tell you how many times

I thought about the both of you.

Darone and Ariel, I said get in here.

Megan, go on home. I see your daddy's back.

Yeah, it was a surprise.

We didn't know he was coming home.

I guess they shut down the oil platform.

Bull. Those guys make good money.

If he were on an oil rig, you wouldn't be here.

You are talking too much. Get in here.

All right, momma. Come on, sis, let's go play them horses.

I had dreams every night of busting out,

but I just stayed.

Did the time, kept my mouth shut.

Good.

Hey, Cardshark! What's up?

So, since your job at the oil platform is over,

what are you going to do now?

I got to make us some money.

How?

Friend of mine at the fire department

says he can get me a job driving a paramedic rig.

Come here.

Come on, come on. Come here.

Get over here now!

Yikes! No, no!

Wait! Please!

Come on.

Move it! Hurry up!

Go! Fuck! Go!

Hey, Taylor, did I tell you

how happy I am we're on the same team?

I have so much confidence in you. You're always in control.

Hey man, watch out. Hey.

I'm happy for you.

See? See?

See what I'm saying? The jar,

top of the jar, lines up like this.

You can do this. Or this.

- Not this. - No, no.

Partners. Not partners.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- Okay? - Okay, okay.

Jeez.

You know, this music...

It is making soup out of my brains.

I've been up for three days,

and I usually really need my sleep.

You've just got to learn to flow.

Flow.

Hey, Mark.

Check it out.

Mark, over there.

Mark, there's an ambulance.

Hey, Jed, steering wheel.

Street.

And don't call me Mark. Partners...

Use first names.

I got it. Let's go.

- Coming through. - Guard: Whoa, whoa!

- Where the hell are you guys going? - Heart attack.

What are you talking about? There's no heart attack here.

We got a call saying there was a heart attack.

I'm telling you no one called.

- I make all the calls. - That's the third bogus call this week.

- That's not my problem. - Fuck it. I'm betting this race.

What are you doing? Get back here.

We can't hang out in here.

Take that fucking stretcher somewhere.

It's clogging up the god damn place.

I'll put it right there. I'll wait for him.

Fine. Move it, let's go.

Paramedic: 20 bucks to place or show.

Cashier: You got it.

Hey, chill. Get in line like everyone else.

I got to get back to the station. Give me a break.

I don't fucking believe this.

- Get in line, man. - Okay.

You're not partner material until you learn

- how to prioritize. - Prioritize.

What to see, what to hear.

Like opera.

Just... let it in.

What are you willing to do to be a partner?

Can you expand your horizons?

Can you?

Maybe you'll learn something about yourself.

Yeah, I might learn how to kill myself.

Expand my horizons?

Man: Go. Go!

A fat guy sings to a fat broad

about what he'd like to do to her

if he wasn't so goddamn fat!

Expand my hori-- this-- it is so depressing.

Yeah, it's a tragedy.

"Tosca" is my favorite.

She's in love with a simple painter,

- cavaradossi... - That's really nice.

... who was murdered by the betrayal

of the evil, wicked, wicked officer.

Excuse me.

What are you doing in here?

Get in line, asshole, like everyone else.

Get in line. We're all waiting here.

Paramedic: Back of the line like everybody else.

Hey, I got no problem with you.

We're on the same team, am I right?

I put 'em down, you patch 'em up. Am I right?

- Whatever you say, chief. - Hey.

Excuse me, pardon me. I'm sorry.

Can I get through? I'm not getting in line.

Just need to get through here, sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry. It's okay.

Excuse me. It's okay, don't worry about it.

Hello. Hey. Hi, boss man.

Hey daddy, you think you could fire me up?

It'd be my pleasure. Meet me at that door.

Excellent!

Hello, big daddy.

- You are one pretty lady. - Thank you.

Let me light your fire there.

Great race, fine cigar, pretty woman...

What else can go right?

Why don't you stay right here.

- I'm going to comp you a drink. - Yes.

Get the fuck down, now!

- All right! - I said get down!

Thank you, thank you! Now stay the fuck down

or talk to my uzi.

Kiss the floor!

- Jed: Did you hear something? - Will you listen?

- Focus. - Yeah, focus.

...who then is murdered by Tosca’s own hand.

Who in turn...

Commits suicide.

All right, here's the deal,

you obsessive-compulsive freaks!

Nobody moves, nobody plays hero,

nobody gets hurt. Okay?

Did you hear me? I said get the fuck down!

- You wanna die?! - Get down!

What do we have here?

- Out, yellow? - Yes! I'm good! I'm good!

Pink, we are good to go!

- Listen, Mark-- - what is wrong with you?

No-- no speaking.

Go! Go!

Guy behind you!

Yellow, I'm down.

Go, go, go!

Man: Stay down!

Code three, code three!

Code three, call it in.

- Roger. - Get back, get back.

Come on, stand back.

- Eddie! - Yeah!

Get over here.

- Ma'am? - Check her pulse.

- Give her some space! - Go check the perimeter!

Ma'am? Stand back, stand back!

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Can you see this? Ma'am?

- Her pulse is pretty weak. - She's losing a lot of blood.

Is she going to live?

You should've thought of that before you shot her!

We need to get her out of here.

Hey, you! Get the stretcher! It's in the storage closet.

Man: Hurry up and get the fucking stretcher!

That's your problem. You don't know what to see.

You don't know what to hear.

Okay, you don't see.

You don't hear.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You asshole, get out of the fucking way!

- Move back! I said move back! - Hey! Open up!

Taylor: Let's go, let's go!

All right, pull that lever.

All right, pick her up. One...

Two, three!

- FBI! - What's happening?

They're shooting up the whole goddamn place!

They're in the money cage. Step back!

- Go ahead. - All right, out of the way!

Nobody leaves.

FBI, FBI!

- Out of the way! - Hang on, what's this?

She was going to Jack the place. I put her down.

We've got a gunshot, got to get her to the hospital. She's going to die.

Okay, all right. You stay with her.

- Let them through. - Coming through! Coming through!

Guard: Okay, we got that!

Clear the area, clear the area!

- They get the money? - They got the money all right.

They hit the guy back there, took the surveillance chip,

didn't leave a trace.

- Smart as hell. - Woman: Let me help you.

Woman #2: Officer, I saw the whole thing.

She was in pink, it was really bright...

You know, it was the black cop.

He's the one who shot the girl.

Where?

- What happened? - Mind your business, punk!

- Jump in, jump in. - I need you to come down.

- They need me-- - come on, get in!

- Get in! - Get in the fucking Van!

- Get out of my way! - Let's go.

Where the hell do we take her?

What's wrong with these people?

- Is she going to live or die? - Come on!

Who shot her?

Shit! There we go.

Now...

I got a surprise for you.

Come on, let's see the money!

Come on, hurry up!

Shit! Damn that's a lot of fucking money!

Am I good, or am I good?

Eddie: How much is there?

1.9 million.

- Pink: What? - $2 million?

I can't believe this shit! Finally going to finish my CD!

They said we'd never amount to nothing!

You went down pretty hard in there, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm great.

You see the look on the counter boss' face?

He was such a perv! He had his hands all over me.

Who cares? We got two million bucks!

$200 dinners, $500 suits!

$1000 hookers!

Hey, snagged this for you while I was in the OTB.

Thief.

Come on, baby. Marry me.

- Get me pregnant. - Oh, baby.

I'm going to the beach, get my skin dark as Rock's.

Not on the best day of your life, white boy.

When he goes to the beach it's me and you, okay?

- Ha, get lost! - Fuck, Eddie,

she knows you're my little brother. Get the fuck out of here!

"In god we trust."

Absolutely.

I love you, I love you too, Rock.

Smoke a little of that.

Yeah.

Pink: I love you, baby.

Hey, kill the lights.

- Yeah, kill the lights! - No, I'm serious, kill them.

Shit.

Wait, man, what the fuck is that?

Rock: I'm just kidding you.

- They're marked. - Rock: Shit.

- Pink: What? - Yellow: No, no, no!

What the fuck is this, Taylor?

Shut up. Taylor, what's going on?

Looks to me like this money is part of some fed operation.

- Doesn't it? - Yeah. And I want my cut!

You little fucker, you want to get cut?

- Rock, lay off him. - Get the fuck off of me!

Everybody take it easy. Chill out.

I'm not going back to the tank. That's my third strike!

Nobody's going anywhere until I get my cut.

Shut the fuck up!

They're all marked. Every bill.

We can't pass them.

We're going to have to clean them, that's all.

Where are we going to launder it, huh?

Here in town. Guy I worked with before.

It's going to cost, though. Heavy.

I mean real heavy.

Hey. Is Nikita around?

Nikita.

Amigos, buenos dias.

My name is Jose.

- I sell oranges for money. - We're having a prayer meeting.

I say my name is Jose, I sell oranges--

thank you. Fuck off, okay? Goodbye.

- Buenos noches. Arriba. - Prayer meeting, Jose!

Get out of here.

Nikita.

Ah.

You back from Siberia gulag, huh?

I knew you was going to come see your friend Nikita.

I'm very appreciative of what you did for me,

keeping me from prison and everything.

I have a very, very big surprise for you.

I plan it for one whole year.

I don't think I could take another surprise from you.

- I time it perfectly. - Where can we talk?

We can talk right here, no problem.

Anything you say to me, you can say in front of my employees.

These are my Russian brothers.

I never forget what mother Russia did for my beloved Cuba.

All right. I need to clean two million

in federally marked bills.

Shh, shh, shh. Don't mention the big money

with the employees, they'll want a raise.

Hey, get back to work!

Come on.

These are the Karamazov brothers.

You can talk in front of them.

So $2 million, huh?

Why? Why you no cut me in? I could use the action.

You know why.

Right, right. But you trusting me still to launder your money.

Trust has nothing to do with it.

Come on, every time I want to do something--

please, por favor, one minute please. Okay? Please.

- No, no, no! - You remember him, eh?

This is my friend, the one that was

calling me the names with the big mouth.

Open your fucking mouth, eh?

Remember? Open like it was. This is your surprise.

Why mine? Weren't you the one who wanted to kill him?

Okay, okay, okay. You get me.

Is not your surprise. Is not my--

is everyone's surprise. Today is my birthday.

No! No!

I want to share the cake with everyone, you know?

Remember me, hon? Remember calling me wetback?

- Remember this? - I'm sorry.

No, it's too late. Who's the wetback? You see this?

It's a passport. An American fucking citizen!

Who's the fucking wetback?

Wetback? No problem, I'll dry you right off.

Look, I dry you off.

Come on.

Still too wet. Your back is still wet.

Will you look at this fucking suit.

This sleeve is shrinking.

It say right here, "dry clean only."

What do I do? I launder his suit!

I could lose my business because of this. What am I going to do?

I make quick alteration, no problem.

I have your suit fitting just like new.

What are you--? No!

Quick. You're still going to feel it in no time.

Hey, Nikita,

what the hell are you doing?

What? I'm making Russian handshake. I'm very famous for this.

You want a souvenir? Take one home, put on the fireplace...

- It's very nice. - I'll see you around.

Taylor, give me 48 hours I give you a dime on the dollar.

- It's 30 across the board. - 30? Come on, baby,

we talking a lot of money over here now.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

Okay, we shake on it.

Yeah.

Bring me the big one! The big one!

He has big hands.

Hey.

- 30¢ on the buck. - What? That's it?

Bad fucking price!

It's not a bad price for money marked by the FBI.

30¢ on the buck? I got a quarter of two mil coming, Taylor!

There's five of us! You don't count me and Virginia as one.

Why not? You're fucking her.

Yeah, and she's loving it.

- Shut up! - There's five even slices, that's it.

Yeah, but 30¢? I worked too hard for 150 grand.

It's 125 grand.

Look, fuck that. No.

Don't fuck that. This is a good deal.

125, I'm in. When?

At least another day.

What do I do until then, huh?

- What you usually do-- whack off. - Shut up.

Hang low. Stay out of trouble, that's all.

- Who holds our money? - I'm not going anywhere till I get my cut.

He'll spend it and they'll catch us. He's stupid.

- Shut up! - Guys, the money's going to stay together.

I'll hold it, okay?

- Bad fucking idea. - I think we should hide it.

Yeah, in a bus station, in one of those lockers.

That's a pretty good idea.

Yeah. Is that what we're going to do?

Not exactly.

Virginia: Bus station?

My name is Jose, I sell oranges for money.

My name is Jose, I sell oranges for money.

Thank you.

Yeah, yeah. Give me some money.

Hand over your money. Come on.

Come on!

My name is Jose.

I sell oranges for money.

Idesgraciados!

We got a P.O. box we'll mail the package to,

and it stays there until we come get it out.

Now all we need is a fake ID.

- I got that! - Perfect. Here's mine.

We'll use mine.

- I don't get it. - What a surprise.

I need to rent a P.O. box and mail this package.

He's going to mail the parcel to his fake ID.

It'll sit there until he comes and gets it out.

So you can come by? Anybody can come by and get it?

How? You gonna rip off a post office?

This place is open 24 hours a day.

There's thousands of packages like that back there,

and people here all the time. What, are you going to kill everybody?

- So Taylor has the only key? - Yeah.

I don't trust you with the only key.

- You guys trust him? - You got a better fucking idea?

Pitch a tent, camp out and watch the place

- for the next 24 fucking hours. - Yeah.

Bring your nightie and your Vaseline

and spend the night staking out.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

And you're mailing that to this post office?

Are you writing a book? Just mail it.

I'm watching you, all right?

Motherfucker, I’m watching you, too. Partner.

Nobody's going to camp out here, okay?

We meet back here tomorrow at noon.

That's it. Got it?

Stay invisible until then.

Not exactly how I thought today was going to go.

Eddie: Not exactly. I'm out of here.

Rock: 12:00 tomorrow.

Wake up, sweetie.

Hi.

- Baby, wake up. - Hey, no, no, no.

Paige, let her sleep.

What's wrong? Did you get the money?

$2 million.

Had it right in my hand.

What do you mean "had?"

Did you get it or not?

Yeah, I got it.

- Where is it? - Hidden.

Why?

It's marked.

FBI money. Can't spend it yet.

Let me guess.

You've been to see Nikita.

Okay. How much do we get?

30%. Works out to...

125 grand.

Jesus.

Nikita, the FBI. All this shit for 125?

Oh god.

Do you know where it is?

Okay, then let's go get it. All of it.

What about the others?

What about the others?

You know they'd take it given half the chance.

You can't trust them. We've got to get it for ourselves.

- I can't do that. - Why not?

You told me to pack my bags, I packed my bags.

I'm ready to go. Let's go.

I thought you were going to get us out of here?

Look, nothing even works! I can't stay anymore.

It's okay, Paige. We can stay a little longer.

I appreciate that. I guess that's the thanks I get

for wiping your nose the last year.

- Paige. - No. I understand.

You have your daughter. You two together.

The thing I don't see is how I fit in here.

Maybe you should fix that faucet.

Paige, what are you doing here?

I've already hired another gal. I've given your shift away.

I'm not here to work. Can you get me a vodka, straight up, no ice?

Sure. Hey, you don't look so good.

- What's wrong? - I'm fine.

I need a double.

You working the day shift today, sugar?

Little early for vodka, isn't it?

It's not too early to mind your own business, is it?

Bartender: Paige, it's for you.

For me?

Hello?

So what'd you do at school today?

I did math, but that's just boring.

Yeah, I always hated math.

What did you do all that time you were away?

I thought about you... Paige...

About life in general.

Ever think about my mommy?

All the time.

She was a beautiful lady, your mom.

I miss her every day.

Paige took good care of me while you were gone.

But she's so young.

I'm glad you like her.

You want a soda?

- I'll get two sodas. - Sure.

Listen, Megan, I, uh--

I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there for you.

It's okay, daddy. I'm not stupid.

I know you were in jail.

I know you want to get us out of the trailer park,

but I'm just afraid of how you're going to do it.

What are you talking about?

Come on, daddy, I know you're up to something.

- I just don't know what. - Hey, you can't do that.

- There you go. - Why not? 'Cause it's stealing?

Let's go get a seat.

Right here.

Listen...

I want you to know something.

I can't live like this--

afraid of you going back to jail,

the thought of my daddy being a thief.

I don't want to live on money you stole.

Promise me you won't go back.

- Listen, Megan-- - promise me!

I promise.

Thank you.

Hey, Megan!

Come on over!

Sweetie,

why don't you go play with your friends

Darone and Ariel, all right?

Okay, dad.

Outside, now.

I told you to stay away. I got a kid here.

Relax, T. I didn't tell anybody where you lived.

I definitely didn't tell anybody you have a kid.

What do you want?

I need my money, T.

I went in the studio and started cutting my CD,

and now I'm broke.

My producers are getting itchy.

They're going to fuck me up.

- I need my money today. - Tomorrow, all right?

Tomorrow we're all going to have plenty of cash.

I need you to get out of here, please.

Please?

Hi, dad.

Sorry about that. I told him to stay the hell away from here.

But he came anyway, right?

Pretty soon they're all going to be hanging around here.

My god.

What's wrong?

I just have a really bad feeling about this.

Taylor...

Can we get out of here?

Can we just take off and forget about this?

I don't get it. Before you wanted all the cash,

now you just want to take off?

What happened?

It's just-- it's too dangerous.

Let's drop it.

I can't drop it, I’m right in the middle of it.

Just give me one more day.

Let's do it.

I want to pick up this package.

No, no, no. By your feet.

- The one by your feet! - Relax, assmouth.

Fuck off. Down there!

We'll go to your place.

Love what you did with the place.

Looks like grandma's.

Talk to Virginia, she decorated it.

That's your fucking porcelain bunny collection, you dick.

- I like my bunnies. - Virginia: Yes!

- What the fuck is that? - Relax, it's just the cleaner.

I bring detergent.

So fresh, so clean.

Looks good.

Nikita: Of course it's good, my friend.

Everything is always good.

Aaah.

What is this, eh? Are you planning to track your $2 million?

You come back later on, you rip me off?

I was going to track the money you brought,

in case you get greedy and decide to rip me off.

There is no need for this. We are friends, we have trust.

Come on.

Look at this, look everyone.

Man, woman, black, white. There is so much diversity,

unity. Hmm.

But what is it that keep us together?

The money.

The money. The magic word.

What the fuck? What is this shit?

No cash, no nothing? Fuck!

What?

That's why I hate fucking with you motherfuckers!

Taylor, what the fuck are you trying to pull?

Eddie: Yeah, Taylor, what's going on?

- Who fucking took it? - You did!

What the hell were you doing at the post office?

What?

That's right, I saw you at the post office.

You's a slick-ass broad. You trying to say I did this?

Virginia: Yeah, I am. Where the fuck is the money?

Rock: Bitch, please!

I'm getting confused. When I get confused, people get fucking hurt!

- What the fuck is going on? - What the hell is that?

- Taylor, you playing games? - Let me see that.

- What the fuck is this? - Butch!

- He pulled his gun on me! - You shot my ear!

- I want my money! - Did you see this, butch?!

- You! You! - Shh!

I want some answers now, or I split your skull open.

Don't touch me.

If I don't get my $2 million, I'll take your head with me.

Are you expecting a call?

You expecting a call?

Not unless it's one of his whores.

Answer the damn phone.

Butch: Fuck.

Hello?

It's for you.

Be smart.

Yeah.

I'm listening.

- I'm on my way. - Where you going, buddy?

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

He know where the money is!

Give me my fucking hat.

- Give him the fucking hat! - Fuck you!

I'm getting the fuck out of here!

Get the fuck in the back!

- Come on! Go, go! - Virginia: Go!

He shoot me.

He shoot me!

When I get Taylor he's fucking dead!

Steals my gun, pulls this shit!

Leave me alone!

Come on!

- Don't touch me, cheating-- - shut up!

- God damn you, fucking bitch! - Don't touch me-- ow!

Cut that shit out, what the fuck is wrong with y'all?

- Virginia: We're losing him! - Eddie: Shut up!

I'm not losing him!

Relax! If we lose him, we'll go to his house!

Really? Where's that? Where the fuck is it?

Rock, tell her. He brought him to us!

I don't fucking know where he lives.

He contacted me, same as you. Don't give me that shit!

You better not lose him! Watch out!

Get out of the way!

Fucker! Pull over!

- Fuck! - Shit!

- Look out, look out! - Just hold on!

- Fuck! - Fuck!

Why are we chasing after Taylor with the marked money?

We should be after the other guy with the real shit!

- Nice, Eddie! - Because you fucked up!

You can't do shit right!

Come on!

Pop this fucking asshole. Go around him!

Around him, come on!

Crash him! If we don't get the $2 million,

we're all fucking dead!

Taylor, you're fucking dead, you hear me?

I'm going to fucking kill you, motherfucker!

Whoa!

Hey Taylor, you deserve a free alteration at my shop!

Mark: That's three times in a row.

Megan!

Megan, can you hear me?

I don't know how, but I know you're doing it.

My friend here is going to take you to your daddy now.

Great.

Or not.

I know what you're thinking.

Don't think it. Hundreds of hotel rooms here.

She could be anywhere.

That's a very smart daughter you've got there, Taylor.

Megan's very smart.

She won every hand.

The sound should be working.

Are you saying anything?

If you hurt my kid, I swear I'll kill you.

Hurt her? Relax, we're going to be friends.

Friends? Who the hell are you?

You don't remember me?

Mark Cornell,

FBI.

That's right, you--

you were at the OTB. What the hell do you want?

I want your talent.

You know, when you stole my money,

everything became clear to me.

Your money? What do you mean, your money?

It was FBI money. I'm not a thief,

but I was going to launder it a little bit

and make a little money on the side.

Then you come along and steal it.

Worst thing that happened to me. You ruined my life.

Worst thing that happened to me turned out to be the best.

We're going to be partners.

You're kidding me.

No, never been more serious in my life.

When I was tracking you down,

your name came up under the smart guys.

No, you're good.

Yep, you're perfect.

Listen,

I know you smoke, so I got some for you.

I put 'em over on the counter, help yourself.

Thanks, but I don't do that anymore.

You quit? Really?

I know, they're killer.

How'd you do it? The-- the patch?

Just tell me what the hell you want.

Okay.

Every night, a cigarette boat comes into the docks

with the profits from the casinos in Atlantic city.

They get transferred to an armored car.

I've got a special setup on Saturday

where there's going to be six million large at least--

totally untraceable.

You want me to deliver you the money,

then I get my kid back, right?

You're a good thief, Taylor.

I respect you.

If this all works out,

it's the beginning of a long and prosperous future together.

You kidnapped my daughter, I don't see us having a bright future.

Come on, that's just a formality.

Just prove yourself trustworthy,

she'll be back in your arms on Saturday night.

It's up to you, but this is perfect.

I've got all the contacts.

You can't get busted. Totally secure information.

You do the heists, I set up the gigs, split everything 50-50.

You'll be able to buy your daughter whatever she wants.

I think 50-50 is fair, don't you?

I can't do this job alone.

No, you need your crew. Whatever you want.

They won't do it.

I think the stuff there in the envelope,

that'll help convince them.

Is this money from the OTB heist?

How'd you get it back?

Your tax dollars hard at work. It's what I do-- surveillance.

I'm not going to take it. It's too risky.

Listen,

why don't you give me back my kid?

You don't need her, you got me.

I'm going to do the job for you anyway.

Please, I can't do it unless she's safe.

I'll be in touch.

Stay with the money.

Stupid. Stupid.

Yeah. Hey!

What do you think you're doing?!

Yeah, get Megan on the phone.

Put her on the phone!

- Here. - What the hell are you doing?

What am I doing?

I'm being a nice guy. I'm letting you say goodbye to your daughter.

Please, don't do that. You don't have to kill her. I'm gonna do the job.

- Please. - Hang on.

Is this any way to start a partnership?

I'm sorry.

- Are you? - Very, very sorry.

I'm disappointed.

Call you back.

I went to pick up Megan from school but she wasn't there.

I dropped her off this morning.

She's missing!

I know.

You okay?

Just tell me nothing's going to happen to Megan.

Tell me.

Man: Okay, let's go!

Line coming! Line coming!

Oh my god!

You scared the shit out of me.

- Do you want a beer? - No.

Mark: Got it all figured out?

How're you doing?

- Just great. - You don't look great. You look worried.

You got a plan? How about the guys with the guns?

The corrupt cops? You got enough guys? How about your crew?

Maybe you're not so smart.

No, I got it all figured out.

You know, Megan asks about you all the time.

I said you're away on a trip and you're working hard,

but you might be away for a long, long time.

'Cause I just can't get this out of my head,

your trying to follow me at the hotel. That-- that wasn't smart.

And I got to trust you. I can tell,

I'm going to be up all night thinking about this.

And I'm no good without sleep, either.

I don't know if I could do anything--

what are you like without sleep?

Not good.

I'm like mush, like a-- like a--

like a mushman.

Well...

Sleep easy.

This is-- this isn't going to be a problem.

Great. I feel better already.

My man Taylor.

Here's the next time and place.

Smoke?

No.

Yeah.

Want to get a beer? Talk about this?

No, we can't. There's no one watching Megan.

I'd better get going. Any message?

Just tell her I love her.

I'll tell her you said that.

She'd better be there, you son of a bitch.

Hey, it's Taylor.

I need you my friend.

I need you to be my contingency plan.

Yeah, I know your price.

Jesus!

Paige!

Aw, jeez.

You all right? You hurt?

He thought we had the money.

You did this?

He attacked me,

and I screamed.

No one heard me, so I started swinging--

come on, get cleaned up.

We're getting out of here now.

Come on!

Hurry up!

Whoa! Jesus! You scared the hell out of me.

What you doing up so early? What's that there?

We're just taking out a little trash, that's all.

Sorry about all the noise last night.

- I didn't hear no noise. - You didn't?

What are y'all doing? You going somewhere?

We're just taking a short vacation.

We'll be back soon.

Paige! Paige, get in the car!

We gotta go, we gotta go! Come on!

- Why? - Come on!

- What? - Nikita.

There he is, and here we are.

My fucking shoulder!

Congratulations, Taylor.

You going to get a cheap laundry and a very quick alteration.

Come on!

Hold on, hold on!

Watch out for the fucking lake!

What are you doing? Let's go, let's go! Let's get out of here!

You fucking stupid fucking idiot!

You motherfucker!

Answer the phone, Nikita! Come on!

You got a good driver there.

- You think it's funny? - Relax, comrade.

I'm going to make this up to you. You'll get your two million,

I just need you to be my contingency plan.

You want to hear my contingency plan?

I'll be in touch.

Eddie: So thanks for finally calling.

- Did you bring my money? - Where's our money?

I brought you guys a message,

and I wanted to give you your gun back.

- Who the fuck has my two mil? - What fucking message?

FBI guys, working on their own. They tracked us down.

- What? Why? - Fuck you.

They were laundering money, we screwed it all up for them.

Remember the counter boss from the OTB?

He had a heat attack. The autopsy connected the death to the robbery.

What does this mean?

That report hasn't been filed. It means we aren't wanted for murder.

- Yet. - What?

Felony-murder rule.

They want us to pull a job for them.

- $6 million payoff. - No fucking way!

I didn't get paid for the first one.

Butch: This is bullshit, little brother.

Let's just take off. Baby, let's just run to Mexico.

- Shh, shh! Taylor? - We'll get married.

No, big brother, I want my money.

These are dirty FBI guys. We don't do this for them,

they're going to track us down one by one.

They're not going to capture me-- I'll run.

I'm not going to get arrested.

They might not want to arrest you, butch.

Holy shit.

They killed poor Rock.

- It is Rock. - Oh my god.

Taylor: We got one shot at this,

so let's get it right.

Butch, there's an empty repair shop down by the docks.

I want you to get ahold of an arc welder,

and make sure it's a cheap one. This is the last of my cash.

Virginia, buy yourself a sexy outfit.

- Short skirt. - Shorter than usual?

I'll meet you guys on the steps of the old post office around 11:00.

I'll tell you the rest of the plan then.

What about me? What do I do until then?

Just do what you normally do-- whack off.

No, I'm serious. What do I do?

Just do what you normally do.

So what do you think of Taylor's big story?

Think he's telling the truth?

Huh?

About those FBI guys?

You think he's lying?

No. It's too dangerous.

I don't want the others to know you and Megan exist.

Hand me my vest.

Who gives a shit?

Huh?

What, we're going to Jack that money

and give it to the feds?

Uh-uh, baby. I don't think so.

We keep it for ourselves.

Just me and you.

Me and you!

Me and you!

$6 million.

$6 million! Who's the little brother now?

Who's the little brother now?

Man: Let's make it quick!

Look sharp.

Hold it!

Just wait here.

I'll be back soon.

Taylor.

Be careful.

- Let's go boys. - Man: Clear!

Move it, move it! Let's go!

- Hup, hup, hup! - That's it, come on, guys.

- Evening, ma'am. - Virginia: Thank the lord in heaven,

it's the 5-0.

Howdy, y'all.

How in tarnation did I end up at the water again?

You're going to have to move your car out of the way.

Okay, baby, but could you just tell me where I can find

- Hershey, you know, um...? - I don't know where Hershey is.

- You have to move your car. - I will honey,

but I need to know where they make the chocolate.

Move your car.

Officer: Watch out!

Hey, get some backup!

We've got to help those guys!

Gimme your hand! Come here.

Butch?!

Is that you?

Oh, yeah, baby,

it's your Butch.

Look at you.

You look a little surprised.

You were expecting Eddie, weren't you?

You double-crossing bitch.

Suck on that.

At least your brother could deliver.

The only testosterone you have is from the steroids you take,

you fat fucking greaseball!

Taylor.

I told you to stay at the motel.

She's like my daughter too, okay?

I can't sit around a hotel room and wait for something to happen.

How'd you find me?

I found a boat rental receipt in the wallet

that you left behind. Catch.

Thanks.

Thanks for saving me, Paige.

I told you you couldn't trust those people.

How about you?

What are you talking about?

The old lady, she didn't hear anything the night Rock died.

Why don't you tell me what really happened?

Cornell's guy killed Rock.

Why'd you lie to me?

I didn't know what to do.

Cornell told me that if I didn't show him

where the OTB money was,

he was going to send you back to jail.

I had to work with him.

So let me get this straight.

Rock told you which P.O. box the money was in,

and then you told Cornell?

I figured that if I told him where the money was,

that he would leave us alone.

I guess I was stupid to think he would just go away.

You've never been stupid, Paige.

What, are you saying I’m just into this for the money?

To tell you the truth, I don't know what to think anymore.

Here, take the wheel.

I know that I screwed up, but I can make it up to you.

I know how.

Look, there's his boat.

You hide, and I'm going to take the money on board, okay?

If you think I'm letting you get

anywhere near this money, you're crazy.

Move. Go on.

- You have to trust me. - Right.

Wave to your daddy.

- Mark: Ahoy there! - Megan: Daddy!

Daddy!

It's okay, sweetie. Are you all right?

- Daddy! No. - Go back inside.

Let go! Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy, help!

Give me a hand with this.

I got the money. Where's my daughter?

Leave the money down there. You come on up.

- We had a deal. - Now we've got a new deal.

Come on, we don't have all night.

Paige, you stay in the boat. I'll be there in a minute.

Why don't you go in the back, take a look-see?

Daddy!

Daddy, help me! Daddy, help!

- Daddy, help me! - It's okay, sweetie.

I'm gonna get you out of there. It's okay.

Actually, it's not.

There's enough explosives in that bomb to blow up a battleship.

And this remote,

gives me 90 seconds to get away to enjoy the fireworks.

Jesus.

Did you check the money?

Damn boats, I hate 'em.

- Don't do this. - You're doing it!

Mark: I don't like you.

I can't trust you.

Besides, I got a new partner. One I can trust.

What the fuck is this?

- This is the contingency plan! - You little shit!

Daddy, get him!

Shoot him!

Paige: I know you don't believe me, but I waited for you.

You don't actually think I'd be working

- with a lunatic like this, do you? - Lunatic?

What is it with you two?

Give me the remote.

Uh... no.

Don't make me shoot you.

Gee, I was really looking forward to working with you.

- Taylor: Shoot him! - I'm just going to have to...

Come on, shoot him!

Blanks.

You don't honestly think that I’d give you a loaded gun, do you?

Do I look like an idiot?

Taylor: Paige!

Get away from the boat! Swim!

- Don't! - Daddy!

Sweetie, stay away from that thing, okay? Don't touch it.

- Stay here by the door. - Help me!

Be a shame if I run over your girlfriend.

Come on, Cornell, give me the key!

I don't think so.

Don't bother trying to break in.

- The cabin's secured. - Push!

Taylor: Come on, pull on the door!

Pull, all right? Come on!

We can do this.

Come on. That's right,

just... come on. Pull the door!

Cornell? Why don't you give me one of those things?

Ha! I knew you couldn't quit.

Mark: Careful.

Those things are killers.

It's a little late to worry about my health, isn't it?

Know something? You're right.

- What's that? - These things are killers.

No!

Aaah! Daddy!

See if you can find something that will help me Jimmy this lock.

Wallet. Come on, keep looking!

Anything you can find in there!

Don't touch the bomb! Don't touch the bomb!

Jesus.

Anything on you? Anything in your purse? Anything at all?

Come on look, quick!

- A deck of cards! - Slip one right through here.

Slip it through here. Slip it through door.

I got it. Here!

Hurry! Daddy, hurry!

Daddy!

Let's go, let's go!

Daddy!

Sweetie, you okay?

I'm freezing. It's so cold!

Okay, we're going to get out of here.

Taylor: Paige, what are you doing?

Right here. Sweetie, we're right here!

Damn you, Taylor.

All right, I'll keep you above water.

Just kick your feet.

There you go.

Okay, be careful.

- Here. - Here we go.

- Come on. - Grab her hands.

Come on, pull her up.

That's it.

Here.

All right, wrap her up in this.

Paige, you're all right.

Taylor! Over here!

Over here!

There's Attila. Head over to him.

All right, sweetie.

Paige, take me.

- Take me. - You got him?

Baby. Now you got me.

- Work me, baby. Work me over. - You little shit.

I'm going to keep track of you.

There we go.

Bon voyage!

Megan sobbing: Daddy, I didn't...

I didn't know.

He said you had sent him to pick me up from school.

- I didn't know. - It's okay, sweetie, it's all right.

I'm just sorry I got you involved in this, sweetie.

Nice.

Very nice.

Wait.

What is this?

Where's the money? This is shredded paper.

Don't sweat it, sweet cheeks. It's safe.

I told you I wasn't letting you near the money.

I almost took off!

But you didn't. You came back for us.

Sorry, P, I know it's heartbreaking

- but that's my price. - That's your cut.

Come on, baby. Pile on another bundle.

You know that shit's wet.

- Yeah, so are you. - You bet I am, sweetheart.

You got me all gravy and horny,

so why don't you come over here and just warm me up?

You little shit.

Just throw on another one for him.

Okay.

That's it. That's all I'm putting in.

Thanks, sweetie.

Taylor: Oh, you feel good.

Oh, thank god.

Taylor, now we're square.

- Thanks. - Absolutely.

So long.

Yeah, so long is right.

Look at this money!

Paige: We have so much money now.

What are we going to do?

- What are you doing? - It's stolen money.

Wait, no, no, don't!

Oh my god, Taylor! We could've kept some of that!

We could've-- oh my god.

Taylor: You got to let it go.

We could've done something with that, Taylor.

Hey.

It nearly cost me everything I care about.

But Taylor, it--

I promised her.

We're going to be okay.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Jesus Christ, who the fuck are you?

Contingency plan.

I see you have $2 million promised to me.

No. Two million? No.

Look at this, your suit is wet.

Very big problem. Your sleeve is shrinking.

Today is your lucky day, 'cause I'm in the laundry biz.

I make quick alteration on your sleeve. No problem.

Cigarette.

Want one?

Here.

Lighter.

Do you know why I love you, baby?

Why?

Because you bring out the best in me.

Do you have any idea...

What we're going to do when we get up to Canada?

What? What are we going to do?

What? Tell me.

Come on, daddy.

Yeah.

Well...

I got to make us some money...

Fast.

Buenos dias, señores.

My name is Jose.

Hey, pendejos,

I say my name is Jose,

and I kill people for money.

My friend,

Jose, there is no need to kill us. Come on.

Compadre, we are friends.

Friends?

- Yeah. - Good.

Then I kill you for nothing!