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Confidence_(2003)

Man's voice:
So, I'm dead...

and I think it's because
of this redhead.

Do you know who I am, Jake?

The Antichrist?

I'm just a guy
looking for some answers.

Hey, you know, pal,
ain't we all?

Things are probably gonna
end bad for you tonight, Jake.

Yeah, I'm starting
to get that feeling.

Is your life flashing
before your eyes?

Honestly?
Just the last three weeks.

It's not a bad place to start.

Calm down, okay? I'm sorry.

I lost my head in there,
I don't know what happened.

You fucking shot him,
that's what happened.

What other fucking choice do I have?
The motherfucker was gonna welch.

Did you not hear him?
Did you not see him?

I can't be here, man,
do you understand me?

- I can't fucking be here!
- Listen to me, all right?

It went to shit,
that happens sometimes.

- Oh, fuck, man!
- You're not listening, Lionel.

We can still get through this,
we still have some time,

but I need you
to use your fucking head,

and I need you to trust me.

Can you do that?

- (police sirens blare)
- Let's go!

Jake:
Come on, let's hustle it up.

Come on,
grab his feet, will you?

Lionel, he's dead, all right?
Maybe you didn't pull the trigger,

but you were standing right there
and you saw me do it.

Now grab his fucking legs.

Bartender:
Tick-tock.

Hey, you wanna help, then help.
If not, shut your piehole.

Your mess!

Jake: Do me a favor, please,
shut your fucking mouth.

My place.

Maybe now,
you'll shut the fuck up.

Please!

You think this kind of shit
hasn't happened here before?

Given, it's usually on Wednesday and
usually I tell the cops,

"No, officer, I didn't get
a good look at the shooters."

Usually, anyway...

I swear to God,
I didn't see anything.

You let me go,
I won't say a word, I promise.

Don't get hysterical on us, sweetheart, all
right?

I can't fucking be here!

Then you know what, Lionel,
maybe you should go.

What about the money?

What about this situation
makes you think

I can answer that question,
right now?

Fuck! Fuck!

(screams)

(police sirens blare)

Cop #1:
Freeze!

Freeze, you motherfucking
cocksucking scumbags!

All right, guys,
stop waving those things...

What took you so fucking long?
Jesus Christ!

It's like 100 degrees in here
and I'm lying in this shit forever.

What the fuck! You guys were late,
we had to go to a Mexican stand-off.

We had to go to gunplay.
Gentlemen, that isn't our racket.

We were busy fighting crime.

You're keeping the streets safe
from pedophiles and drug dealers?

Oh! Goddamn it.

I told you, you're using too much powder,
look at my fucking shirt.

I understand,
but you know something?

You don't get
the nice splatter effect.

Look at this splatter effect.

The ones with blood
come out of your cut.

- I can live with that.
- Hey, Jake,

when do I get
to play the inside?

Gordo plays the inside.
You are the shill, you know that.

Yeah, but come on, all I do
is cry and get insulted here.

What are you talking about?

You should get a fucking Academy Award
for the shill work you do.

Jake: Big Al, does anyone
do it better than you?

Come on, we've got
a good thing going here.

You want to jinx us
by changing things?

Yeah, you're right,
I don't want to jinx anything.

Of course I'm right.
Here you go, that's your cut.

- Thank you.
- Good work, paisan.

- What?
- It's a lot of cash.

He came up with it
awfully quick.

Did you see how quickly
he got out of here?

- He's not coming back, it's over.
- Okay, fine.

I've gotta pinch a loaf.
Did anybody mess up the hoop?

- It's clean.
- Gentlemen,

10%, your cut. Enjoy!

You guys got a lot of sack, man.
I'll give you that much.

It's confidence.
Just confidence.

It doesn't matter what the con is.

Insider trading,
a line we got at a bookie club,

insurance scam, whatever.

You've seen the money
and you want it. More of it.

So who cares if you have
to bend the rules a little bit?

As long as nobody gets hurt.

But then somebody does.

- (gunshot)
- (scream)

Tommy Suits always said,
"A confidence game

is like putting on a play,
where everyone knows their part.

The inside man, the roper,
the shills,

everyone, that is,
except for the mark."

So now you're
an accomplice in a homicide.

Everything you thought
you were in control of,

just flew out the window,
or is dripping down your leg.

You should be running out the door,

desperate to forget
that this ever happened,

and ready to repent
your greedy ways.

What about the money?

Jake:
Then there it is again, that itch.

There's a guy standing in front
of you with a smoking gun,

another guy on the floor
bleeding all over the place,

and all you can do
is think about the money.

You're a sick twisted fuck.

So we gotta make sure
we give you the blow off.

We have to make sure that you never
ever come looking for us again.

We have to get you off
of our backs, forever.

(police sirens blare)

That's why
we give you the fix.

Fuck.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

LAPD's finest.

Half as smart
and twice as crooked

- as the guy they just chased away.
- Freeze! Motherfucking scumbags...

Sucking-fucking cocksuckers!

Man:
Grifters.

We all can't be
model citizens such as yourself.

- It's all about the money, isn't it?
- Ain't it always?

Jake:
That's what makes us run.

- What's your name?
- Dutch.

- And despite what they say...
- I love that name.

- Me too.
- It can buy you love.

Check it out,
original leather seats,

soft top, and you're gonna
love this, suicide doors.

- Nice!

Jake:
It can say everything about you.

It can erase all those things
about you, you wish didn't exist.

It's Alphonse. I wanna settle up.

No, I haven't been ducking you.

I told you, I get it.

Jake: It can make you think
you're on top of the world.

And if you believe that money
can do all that for you,

you are the perfect mark.

Oops!

Wasn't it Jack Kerouac who said,

"If you own a rug,
you own too much."

I don't necessarily like Kerouac,

and driving cross-country
isn't my idea of a good time,

but the guy's got a point.

(answering machine)
...three messages.

Hey, it's Monica, Bill. I'm still
dizzy from the other night. Call me.

Hi Scott, Just thought I'd call you
and tell you I'm back.

You know the number,
it's Kate, by the way.

Bruce, it's Cheryl, if you don't want to see
me, just say so.

But this is the last time
I'm calling.

Jake: If you've got nothing,
you've got nothing to lose.

But when it comes to money, whether it's
finding it or losing it,

you just have to remember
how much of it is just luck.

Oops!

Jake:
Just dumb fucking luck.

(door slams open)

Mr. Dolby?

Mr. King would like a word with you.

- Now? Right now?
- We have a car waiting.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.
- You better get over to Al's now.

- For what?
- (dial tone)

Hello?

Nothing.
Who the fuck?!

There's a couple hundred bucks on
his dresser. All of his shit's here.

This definitely wasn't
a random thing.

Is it ever a random thing?

Shit, Al.
What did you do?

- Let's just think about this...
- Gordo: This fucking town, man.

Jesus Christ,
I had a bad feeling about LA.

Didn't I say that?
This damn fucking town!

Gordo, now is not
the time for that, all right?

I'm sorry,
I'm just a little...

Jesus Christ. Look at
what they did to him, Jake.

Right in the middle
of his egg foo yung.

Think they know about us?
What if they get to us too?

Don't start
freaking out, okay?

Let's get Al out of here first.
Miles, get a blanket or something.

No, we're going to
leave him right here.

What are you, high?

We're not leaving Al here.

Gordo: Grab that end, now.
Grab it, Miles!

Jake: Miles, pick up the table
and put it back.

Gordo, let go of the fucking rug.
I said we're leaving him here.

Drop it.

Fuck you! How long have we
worked with this fucking guy?

I'm not going to just fucking
leave him here! All right?

Gordo,
get a fucking grip.

We're leaving him here.

Jake: Big Al used to send
money to his father,

a Vietnam vet slowly losing his mind in a VA
hospital in Cleveland.

- Al was like that.
- Now you coming?

Jake: That's why Al never
played the inside.

There he is.
So what do you hear?

Well, Lionel Dolby came down with a
sudden case of drowning last night.

They just pulled him out
of the Silverlake reservoir.

Now I know why he
was such a good rope.

I mean, cash, that much, and we never had
to put him on the send?

Turns out this fucking mope
is an accountant for the King.

The what? Who's that?

The cash we fleeced off him
was collection money.

Bookies, pushers,
you know, whatever.

He was supposed to take that
money and give it back to the King

earlier yesterday,
like he does every Thursday,

except this time that fucking stenad figured
he could make

a little something off of us and still get the
money back to King

before anybody says, "Boo."

- Okay, what's a king?
- Currently?

A very large-type pole stuck
right up our asses, Miles.

- Mob?
- No.

No. Independent.

Winston King.

He likes to call
himself "The King."

How'd they get to Al?

It's beautiful.

Last night Al calls some
bookie out in Redondo,

tells them he's got
the cash to settle up.

Because, apparently he's been ducking this
guy for like a month.

Classic fucking Al, right?

So the bookie asks where he's
got this money, all of a sudden.

Does Al tell this guy that he just cashed a
fucking bar mitzvah bond?

That he's been giving head
for 20 bucks a pop? No.

No.

The fucking idiot starts
going on and on about how

this job he just pulled,
how he fleeced Dolby...

how he fleeced...

- You pissed we didn't get credit?
- No, no, no.

That was the only semi-fucking
smart thing he said.

Except, anybody that's
ever met Big Al

knows the only thing he's comfortable
doing alone

is eating.

So this guy tells that guy,
that guy tells some other guy,

eventually it gets back to someone who
works for the King and...

Shazaam.

Any idea who
the shooter was?

Specifically?
I don't know.

But, I'm sure they're
looking for us, too.

All right, just an idea, let's divvy up the
cash and split.

Excuse me. Are you new?
Is that the thing? Is he new?

Miles, this guy holds a grudge better than
my ex-mother-in-law.

You remember that Moshe Macelli? That
Jew-Italian guy from Boston?

They used to call him Matzo Mazzarelli?
Remember that?

The guy with the face spaz?

It's called a facial twitch, Miles.

And the guy was not
born like that, you know.

Five years ago, Matzo was turf-fixing for
the King at Santa Anita,

and he skimmed two grand
before skipping town.

Five years later King
finally catches up to him,

keeps him chained in his fucking bathroom
for like five days.

Oh, God.

Now just say the word King,
and he spits up all over himself.

- Jesus!
- Pathetic.

Even words like Vi-king and
shrin-king, they set the guy off.

That's a five-year grudge
over $2000.

So we go talk to him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
You wanna give the money back?

- I didn't say that.
- Pittsburgh.

Madrone.

Pittsburgh is where
it's happening.

Bird flew into my
house last night, too.

Not a good sign, Gordo.

Jake:
The Euclid was our place.

Gordo fleeced the deed off
some jack-off in a card game.

We used it every now and then for
a rag, but mostly it was our office.

Our power point.

What are you doing?

Where the hell's that going?

- We want insurance?
- Jesus Christ, Miles.

I'm just asking.

Just mail it.

Yeah, I'm looking
for the King, please.

Just tell him it's regarding
an accounting problem.

Yeah, he'll know.

Hollywood and Vine?
Okay.

- When?
- Two hours from now.

- But just me.
- Fuck that. We're going too.

Let's all just put our dicks back in our
pants for a second, okay?

Is this the best
thing to do, Jake?

How do you know the King
is going to let you walk, Jake?

'Cause I'm getting a ride.

Don't be dicking around
in there, okay?

And if he shoots you or stabs you or
causes you to bleed profusely,

call a cab, 'cause your ass
ain't getting back in here.

Thanks, guys.

We appreciate your punctuality.
Mr. King is expecting you.

Lupus!

You said to pat him down,
so I'm patting him down.

It only takes a
moment to be polite.

My apology, Mr. Vig.
If you wouldn't mind?

- So you the guy that got Big Al?
- Nope.

Mr. King farms out
that kind of work. Please.

After you.

Wait with the ladies.

Harlin.

Okay, now you see
that right there?

Find out who she is. Make a note.
I think it's channel 42 or 3.

- A little harder.
- The girls are here and the kid.

Also got the Seldin brothers
with a shipment.

- Bring them in.
- Which?

- Whatever.
- The brothers, the girl or the kid?

Oh that's good. Whoever. Come on. I'm
getting a massage, Harlin.

You got it, boss.

Jake, ladies.

Harlin, I think I bet that dog.

Go! Go! Go!

Hey.

Well, look it here.

- Hi, girls.
- Girls: Hi.

So, are you two together?

We're sisters.

I like sisters!

Jake, I can't quite see.
Why don't you move a little bit,

so that I can check them out
then you can check them out?

Thanks.

- Sisters, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- And you're over 18?
- Yeah.

Harlin, let's see
what the sisters can do.

- Put them in the booth.
- Ladies.

Harlin: Oh, by the way,
he had an escort.

LAPD.

That's a little overreacting,
I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's just a little insurance,
that's all.

Uh-huh.
So, they're on the take for you.

Shh. You must be pretty good if
you got cops driving you around.

Is that because
you look so innocent,

and you're kind of cute there
aren't you?

Yeah, it's something like that.

So what do you do, tiger?

You just con people
out of their money?

There is actually
some technique to it.

You mean, like... style.

Yeah, it helps,
don't you think?

No, style is at the end of my list,
I'll tell you why,

when I was a young man like you
just starting out,

my first big score,
this guy we robbed.

I think his name was...
Chinatown Schmidt!

It was nothing big,
my end was about $800.

The first thing I did, I go out
and get myself a suit, right?

Yeah, I looked good.
It was like white.

It was white.
It was white white.

White, white, white, white, white!

Oh, I looked good, man.

I walked down the street,
everybody was checking me out.

- Male and female.
- I'm sure they did.

Anyway, the first day I wore it out,

October, it was still hot out.

We were kicking back in Malibu
and Chinatown Schmidt, right?

He catches up with us, so two guys
roll by and boom, boom, boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Six of us, scatter, man.
The dust settles.

Everybody's checking
their fingers and their toes.

And who is the one guy
that got hit, sailor?

You know why?

White suit!

I was the first thing they saw,
I was the first thing they aimed at.

I was the first thing they hit.

So what did I learn
that day, Jake?

Don't wear white
after Labor Day, maybe?

No. Sometimes, Jake,

style can get you killed.

Harlin: Mr. King,
the girls are ready!

Oh great! Wait, sport,
you're gonna love this.

- You ever been here before?
- No, it's not really my thing.

Oh, you don't know that.
Tuesday we got Disco Night,

Wednesday is that
electronic music shit,

Thursdays are
Gay and Lesbian Night.

That is very tasteful, by the way.
Ow! Ow! Ow!

Lupus, I want you
to get me... Lupus!

Goddamn it, you're looking at them
or you're working for me?

I want you to get me an espresso,
please, and tell that bitch

to give me back my slippy dips.
Come on. Now!

Let me ask you something,
why one of my guys?

Why Lionel Dolby?

My six-year-old nephew could con
anything out of that dude. Why?

Look, if we knew Dolby
was connected to you,

we'd never have gone near him, so
I apologize for any inconvenience.

Honest mistake,
all right?

It's just something between two guys
that don't know each other yet.

So we're gonna make
an exchange of the money

and all will be forgiven.
Isn't that right?

- No. That I won't do.
- Won't?

You won't.
You won't.

I want you to look very hard at me,
motherfucker, and tell me why.

Let me rephrase that.
That I can't do.

Because A, I don't have the money,
and B, you killed one of my guys.

One of your guys.
That's four-spot, right?

- Yeah.
- Four.

One of your guys, huh?

I gotta take a pill,
or I'm all over the place.

- This is confidential, right?
- Yeah.

Mm! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, stop it!
Stop that right now!

They can't hear me. Harlin,
get them outta there, Goddamn it.

Down! Down! Shit, man.

How do you like that?
They're sisters.

Let me ask you something.
I want a straight answer now.

You did not know
that Dolby was connected to me?

- You heard me before.
- But it's so important

that you don't stray from the truth
in this one little part.

I didn't know.

You're a good grifter, man.

It's hard to tell when you're lying.

But I'm getting there.
Come here, girls.

Now listen, it's the first time
I've ever put girls in the booth.

Usually, they work their way up.

You're gonna go work on your routine,
you know why?

Because you're saying
that you are sisters.

- Mm-mm, We are sisters.
- Shh.

- We're very close.
- Let me talk. Let me talk.

- You don't like what we're doing?
- Of course I like what you're doing

but I like it done
with artistry, with grace,

and that means,
if you're gonna eat each other,

you must find a way
to do it tastefully, okay?

These are people here,
they've got families, all right?

- Okay.
- You understand? Then go work!

- Go on. Go on!
- Ladies.

Tell me this,

how are you and I
gonna resolve our shit?

I get you what I owe you,

plus interest,
by going on the grift for you.

I like that. Okay, sit down.
Put your baby cakes down here,

that cute little
Irish muscle ass you got.

Look, I came here
to do a deal,

not play grab-ass with you,
you freak, all right?

- Humor.
- You heard my proposal

- Humor, Jake, junior,
buster, humor. Come on.

You wanna get out of here
I gotta open up the place.

Come on, sit down.
Business. Come on.

All right. Here's what l...

- you don't want to sit closer?
- No, I'm fine over here, thank you.

All right.

Can I see your hand?

You got a big hand. Let me see
your hand, I'm not gonna bite you.

Look at that hand, man.
You should have been a pianist,

or a guitarist,
look at the size of that.

Wow. See this?

That's your love line.
That's your money line.

And that's looking very very good.

And that's your life line,
going all the way down...

Uh-oh.

You see that little gap there.

It means that at one point
you could have a little trouble.

But it's up to you
to make it better.

I want you to talk to me
and I want you to make me happy.

And I don't want you to scare me.

You do not want to scare me, junior.

What's gonna happen, now?

I play a con.
You get a cut, I get a cut.

We get square.

And I give you the who
and you give me the how, right?

And you can
because you're so good, right?

I like to think so.

Okay, you're gonna do this
with Morgan Price.

- Morgan Price?
- Yes.

- Impossible.
- Why?

'Cause you can't get to him.
He's too big.

You got to me.

- Yeah, but we got to you because...
- What?

- You were a fluke, a mistake.

That's a good answer.

- Why Morgan Price?
- 'Cause he's very important to me.

Lupus!

Don't fuck with me, junior,
okay? Lupus!

You know what?

You're gonna take
my friend Lupus with you, okay?

Absolutely not,
that's not the way I operate.

- Shh.
- I work with my guys.

You're gonna take Lupus with you.

That's the way I operate.

Look at me, now.
Tell me we're set.

- Yeah. We're set.
- Good.

We're done
with all this business now?

The rest of it
depends on you.

I think I'm done.

* Erotica *

* Romance *

* Erotica *

* Romance *

* My name is Dita *

* I'll be your mistress tonight *

* I'd like to put you
in a trance... *

Excuse me, miss? Miss!

I think you dropped something.

You know you're good,
but you're not that good.

I spotted that lift
from across the club.

Wait?
You don't recognize me?

- Tony, could you get my car?
- Sure!

You really don't remember me,
do you?

Should I?

Oh, right.

That's good.

So, you're interested
in a little work?

You couldn't afford me.

Not with $27

and a maxed-out Visa, John.

Or is it Tom or Bill?

Hard to tell
with so many IDs.

Yeah, well, the name's Jake.

And don't flatter yourself, sweetheart.

That's one thing
I never had to pay for,

and I don't consider it work.

Guess you got
the wrong girl then.

Do me a favor,
take a deep breath and count to 10.

I'm talking about a grift,
and it pays well.

Unless you think
you're gonna get rich

jerking off geriatrics
in that place.

I didn't know you cared.

Keep the wallet.

We're even.

Take a deep breath,

count to 10, and...

go fuck yourself!

Look, it pays well.

Six figures.

All you gotta do
is play a part,

do a little acting.

You think
you can handle that?

Why me?
You don't even know me.

'Cause what I've seen, I liked.

And I got
a good feeling about you.

Hasn't anyone ever
said that to you before?

No.

- Thanks, Tony.
- You bet!

But, I'll think about it.

All right, I think
it will be worth your while.

Make a wish.

11:11, make a wish.

That's twice!

- I can see why you liked her.
- Yeah, I liked her a lot.

And that was it, we had our crew.

Now all we needed was the con.

Miles:
Bottoms. Oh...

- Oh well.
- Shit!

What's up, guys?

Who's the mope?

This is Lupus.

He works with the King and now
he's gonna be part of our crew.

I'm here to make sure
things go smoothly.

Woman:
Anybody got a light?

And this is Lily.

She's the new shill
I was telling you about.

- Whoa.
- Gordo: Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Hold the fucking phone,
what is this?

Are we playing a con, or are we doing a
rendition of "Our Town"?

Gordo, trust me.
We need the help on this one.

Our new mark?
Morgan Price.

Why?

Because, that's who the King
wants us to fleece.

And besides,
the price is perfect.

I'm not supposed to wait for you,
you're supposed to wait for me.

Jake: His old man
was a big time mob attorney.

Which makes him
a second generation crook.

When he dropped dead, Price
carried on the family tradition,

by opening a one-stop shopping center for
money laundering

and low interest corporate fraud.

Well, fuck him!

Almost $1 billion gets washed
through his shop every year,

so we know
he's got the money.

It's just a matter
of getting to it.

How much
are we going after?

$5 million.

- We can only hold the King at 150.
- I know.

That's why we don't go
after him directly.

First, we find a doable mark
in Price's bank,

a mid-level employee.

We meet him with papers,
inquiring about a corporate loan.

Our guy then fudges numbers
in the right places.

Moves our papers to the top
of the pile or to the bottom,

depending upon what we need.

Our loan is approved.

On the given day,

the money's wired into a corporate
account in an offshore bank.

That same day, I show up
in Belize with the proper ID,

and corporate papers
to make the withdrawal.

- Um-mm.
- What? What is it, Miles?

I'm just thinking
out loud here...

but $5 million
in a briefcase?

Good point.

Jake: It's bank policy not
to release this money in cash,

'cause it's under
a corporate account.

So we then cash the check
at another bank.

Any major airport's
gonna be too hard to control.

LAX is out.
So we use Ontario.

Mid-level hub
with direct international flights.

40 minutes outside LA.
This is the most important part,

you can't just walk
into the United States

with a suitcase full of cash,

without evoking the words
"cavity search."

That's why we need someone
on the inside at Customs.

Then we disappear.

Now this might just be me,
but that is hands down

the dumbest fucking idea
I've ever heard.

Gordo:
People have tried this before, Jake.

It's never worked.

Teddy Fraiser and his crew
got nailed in Vancouver last year.

It's never worked before,

because, A,
they didn't flush the bank enough,

B, their corporate papers
were for shit,

and C, unlike us,

they did not have somebody
on the inside at Customs.

Yeah, or D,
it's a dumb fucking idea!

Hey!

What do you fucking suggest,
Miles? You wanna run?

We never had
a problem with that, before.

Jake: We never had
a fucking problem like this before.

Yes, we have, okay?

And we would have been
beautiful about it.

We would have had
a bucket of fried chicken,

delivered to the King with a nice

Kiss My Ass card attached to it,
and we would have moved on

until the next
local putz caught on.

We're getting
too old to run, Miles.

Yeah well, we're still
a little too young for San Quentin.

Look, I'm... I mean,
are you pissed off about Al?

Look at me.

Trust me, I'm pissed too.

But I'm not 25-to-life pissed.

Look, I'm getting clear of this.

All right?

So if you don't want to do it
for the fucking principle,

do it for the money.
Gordo?

Yeah, Jake, whatever.

There's no whatever with this one.

You're either with me
or against me.

No third position.

I'm in.

Aw, what a relief.

Oh, fuck.

Jake:
I agreed with Miles,

it was hands down,
a dumb fucking idea.

But they bought in,
now I had to deliver...

- Yeah, it's Vig.
- And I needed help.

Cop #1: What are we gonna do
with this stuff? I mean, heroin.

- What do you do with heroin?
- You sell it.

- To who?
- Don't be a knucklehead.

Cop #2: How hard do you think it is
to sell one drug dealer's drugs

to another drug dealer?

If Vig is right,
we're looking at 100, 150.

You think it's a good idea?
We never done this shit before.

Well, what is he gonna do,
file a missing drug report?

Hey if it works out, we could turn the guy
over a few times.

I hope so, bro'. I took my daughter
to the orthodontist, yesterday.

150 bucks to tighten
those bitches up.

Took him five minutes.
Then he said it wasn't even covered.

It's cosmetic.
The plan doesn't cover cosmetic.

I had a cap put in here, right?

My fucking dentist tells me,
"You're not covered for that."

Bullshit cosmetics!

I got a freaking tooth
split in half here, all right?

Write that shit in
as a cavity or something.

- Did he?
- Yeah, he did.

Fucking department
got the bullshit dental plan.

That's our man, right there.
Red bag, right?

- Is that the guy?
- Let's go.

Hands up!
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What the fuck you got?
- Get on the ground.

- So, how did you get caught?

Tommy Suits used to say
that in any con,

sooner or later somebody's gonna
start asking the right questions.

Usually, it takes a little longer.

Gordo: Am I the only one who feels like we
can't make a move,

with this guy on us?
I think we should ditch him.

Jake: No, we need him and dummy up.
Here he comes.

Gordo:
Ah, here he is. Hey, hey.

How's the hoop, superstar? Clean?

What the fuck is it with you
and bathrooms, huh? Tell me.

Miles: Hey, he can't use a restroom
unless he knows it's clean.

- What's the matter with that?
- Manly, all right, wise guy?

That's cute.

You know this is
a major metropolitan city, brother.

Public sanitation
does not run very high

on the City Hall agenda.

You know what you can get
off a toilet seat or a doorknob?

You wanna run down the list?

Hepatitis.
You ever hear of that?

Influenza.
The fucking flesh-eating disease.

- I'm eating.
- Yeah, we noticed.

Do you need a shovel
down there, dear?

Gordo, Gordo.
That's enough, all right?

We gotta get down
to business, here. Miles!

We're gonna need you to find us
a mark inside of Price's bank.

Somebody we can work with.
Gordo, we're gonna need papers.

Corporate insurance,
a letter of intent, the whole nine.

- All fugazze?
- No, no, no

Corporate papers
have got to be legit.

We're all gonna need new IDs.
You gotta make sure they're clean.

Go talk to Suits,
and he'll hook you up.

- What about Customs?
- Don't worry about Customs,

I'll take care of that.

We're gonna need
some start-up cash, first.

Lupus, you think the King
would be willing to bank us?

You already owe him.

Lupus,
we need a banker for this.

We can't do this job
without a banker.

- Gordo, do we need a banker?
- I think so, yes.

- Jake: I think we need a banker.
- I don't know, man

- You could try.
- He's not gonna listen to me.

I bet if you talk to him,
loosen him up,

- maybe he'll listen to you.
- All right! I'll try, okay?

Don't do us any favors,
all right?

Jesus, join the team!

So, you guys are good?
You know what you need to do?

- Yeah.
- All right!

Lupus, Lily, we'll go over
to see the King, now.

- All right!
- Jake: Ready to roll?

Let's do it.

I'm not finished.

She's not finished.

Gordo: What's wrong with you?
Where's your manners?

Nice!
You know why?

Because it's real.
You're licking each other.

- Feels good?
- Feels so good.

All right, that's it...
what? What, what?

Jake is here,

He wants you to stake him
a couple hundred grand.

No, he's supposed to be getting me
money, not costing me money.

He says we need it.
And I gotta say, boss,

- this guy's pretty sharp, you know?
- Look at me, look at me.

- You're getting a crush on him?
- What are you talking about?

Don't let him get into your head, 'cause
he's a charmer.

You tell him to wait a minute
and then you bring him in.

He's right behind you.

Get outta here.
Get outta here.

You're starting
to scare me, sport. Harlin!

200K?
Isn't that more than you owe me?

Jake: You're just gonna have
to trust me on this, all right?

Oh, no.
You're a day late on trust.

I think that what he's trying
to say is that he'Il...

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

You brought her for a reason,
didn't you, booster?

Let's listen to her.

No, why don't you listen up?

Even though I'm running
the show for you,

I'm still running the show.

So we're gonna put an end to

the scooter- junior-skippy-sport-
tiger-booster bullshit.

The name is Jake.

What do you say you get
the ADD under control?

You look me in the eye
when I'm talking to you.

- What's your name, honey?
- Her name is Lily.

Booster, have I ever
referred to you as honey?

Have I, scooter?

It's a common mistake that Jake
is making when he says ADD.

What he really means is ADHD,

for Attention Deficit
Hyperactivity Disorder, see?

The important word is the H,

Hyperactivity.
I don't understand,

why do you let her do that
if you care about her?

It's poison, see?

Feel my heart.

Go ahead. I bet it beats
twice as fast as yours.

- Go on feel it.
- I'm fine, thanks.

Oh, come on. Will you feel my heart?
I'm not gonna bite you.

God, you feel good.

Like a trip-hammer, right?

See? Much faster...

than yours.

Why am I enjoying this

so much, Jake?

Because

I feel like she is

too.

I'm sorry,
I know that was tasteless, dear.

I was just trying
to make a point to Jake, okay?

What do you say you get
your ADD under control,

and we get to the fucking point?

Ooh, I think Jake is referring
to my medication,

which I thought was confidential.

Jacob, come on, come on.

You know why I take that stuff.

Because if I don't, I become hyper,

or primitive, right?
Or impulsive.

You never know when
I'm going to lose it.

Now listen to me, okay?

Hey!

I'm not a violent man.

I like to think
I am above that, right?

You took my money
and now you're asking for more.

And I'm gonna give you... I'm gonna
give you what you're asking for,

- which is, how much? Tell me again.
- 200.

200, how much is that altogether?

Including what you took
from me the first time?

350.

Oh, that's very good,
you're smart, aren't you?

You told me you were smart.
You're a smart, smart, smart guy!

So be smarter, huh?

Don't get hurt.
Don't scare me.

You've got a good, healthy,
long life ahead of you.

I like you,
now say, "We're set."

- "We're set."
- Say it like you like me too.

Come on, you can do it.

Say, "we're set"
like you like me.

We're set.

Okay, now I want you
to take your lovely,

lovely lady home.

Oh my God,
you're beautiful.

Let's go.

Don't you ever, ever

let anyone stand behind me,
without me knowing.

You hear me?
You understand me?

Man: So the King
gave you the money.

Jake: Now, we just needed
to find our guy in Price's bank.

Jake: What you're looking for
in a mark

is someone whose weaknesses
you can exploit.

Michelle Strigo, loan officer.

Jake: Guy like me,
people like that,

I tell you what you're looking for
without even meeting you.

(woman screams)

You fucking asshole!
What the fuck is wrong with you?

You cocksucker!

Jake: It's like a personal ad
you wear over your head.

- She's not gonna work.
- You sure?

Jay Housler,
VP of international finance.

No.

Leon Ashby,
VP of corporate loans.

What you're looking for in a mark
is someone who has nothing to lose.

No friends. No family. No life.

You're looking for a guy
who doesn't own a rug.

Jake:
Oh yeah, he's perfect.

- Miles: You sure?
- Hey, I'm sure.

Ashby was the right mark.

Now I needed to see if Lily was
the right shill, so I tested her.

One watch engraved,
"To Carolyn,

Happy Graduation Counselor,
Love, Mom and Dad."

- Good.
- One bracelet engraved,

"To Annie,
Happy 25th Anniversary, Love, Tom."

- Perfect!
- I'll be right back, Mr. Lewis.

- Okay, thank you.

Excuse me, I think you have
something on hold for me.

- Do you have a ticket?
- I lost it but the name is Hanson.

- Okay
- Thanks a lot.

- Mr. Lewis, right?
- Yes?

- Jake Hanson. I go to Law School
with your daughter Carolyn.

- We met a couple of times, before.
- Oh, of course, Jake!

- It's good to see you again.
- Good to see you too.

You remember... Lily!

This beautiful woman is my wife.

Lily, this is Carolyn's father.

- Oh, nice to meet you.
- Pleasure, I'm sure.

So, what brings you down
from Stanford?

Taking advantage of
the long weekend?

- Yeah, we're...
- It's our first anniversary!

Congratulations!
That's great.

Carolyn is down
for the weekend too.

- Really?
- Mm-mm, yeah.

Maybe you can
do me a favor then.

We split the cost on a couple
of books, last semester,

and I never got an opportunity
to pay her back,

- I'll just write you a check.
- There's nothing for Hanson.

If we had a ticket,
I could check the computer.

But yesterday, my wallet

and my wife's purse were stolen,
and the ticket was in my wallet.

Maybe, you could check again.

Jesus, where did this happen?

We're staying at the Peninsula,

I think it might have been
the housekeeping staff.

But Jake has a little more faith
in humanity than I do.

He hates me saying it,
but I think it's true.

You have to be so careful
these days.

You sure do.

Honey,
I'm just gonna go

and pick out a wallet.
It was nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.
- There you are Mr. Lewis.

- Good.
- I'm sorry, sir, still nothing.

- May I ask what it was?
- It's a shame, it was

a pair of...
a pair of diamond earrings.

Actually,
it's just like those.

- We have those in stock.
- Oh great.

- Let me write you a check
- Only with the proper ID.

Yeah, I understand that but
like I just explained to you,

my wallet was...

this is sort of a very special day for my
wife and I,

it being our first anniversary.

She thinks we're here to pick up
something for my mother,

but I wanted to surprise her
with something special.

So if you think you can
make an exception today,

- just this one time.
- I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Please, tell Carolyn I said hello
and pass the note for her.

- I sure will.
- It was good to see you again.

Good to see you.

Look, Jake,

why don't you
write me a check,

and let me put the earrings
on my credit card?

Is that all right with you?

If you'd be willing to do that,
that would be great.

Good. Please.

- Mr. Lewis, thanks again.
- You bet, Jake.

Happy Anniversary.

All right? Now that's how
you pull a con.

So smile like you just got a present
from the man of your dreams.

Thank you!

You're welcome, now let's give it
a strong finish, all right?

He's gone.

- Oh yeah.
- I gotta go get a haircut.

Hey, how you doing?

Hey guys,
good to see you, man.

What's up, boss?

- Right here.
- That's good.

- What are you having?
- I'm gonna go light,

I'm gonna get the chicken
and rib combo.

That's light?

Yeah,
I'm not getting the coleslaw.

So, what's good here?

- Who the fuck are you?
- Special Agent Gunther Butan.

- Special agent?
- I'm looking for Jake Vig.

- Who?
- Who? The invisible man.

The specter,
the spook, the ghost.

But then the other day,
like a gift,

a buddy of his,
a crew member,

Alphonse Moorely...

you know Alphonse Moorely.
He wakes up with a hole in his head.

Look, Special Agent...
what's your name?

- Butan!
- I got a pretty good sense of humor

- like most people.
- Really, you've a sense of humor?

- Yeah, I do. So if this is
some kind of a fucking joke,

- I'm not into this shit!
- A joke?!

A couple of years ago,
I'm working undercover on a case

that Jake Vig is involved with.
He's running some sort of scam

importing merchandise
for some guy in Tampa.

And I got close,
real close, and he knew it.

In order to let me know,
and to rub it in,

he sent me this tie. Since then,
I've been following him,

from Chicago to Denver
to Salt Lake City,

to Phoenix and I've been
wearing this tie ever since,

because it keeps me motivated.

That's a real nice tie. I don't know if it
says, "Special Agent."

You know what it says?
It says,

"You can't catch me,
so fuck you. So fuck you."

- And fuck you!
- Hey!

Temper's a sign of weakness.
Temper's a sign of weakness.

Hey man, can we get you
a glass of water?

I'm working at this
temper management issue.

My doc says
I should stay calm,

because I might do
or say something

- that I might regret later.
- Look, Special Agent...

- sell one drug dealer's drugs
to another drug dealer?

Hey, hey,
can you put that away?

- Wow!
- Hey, hey, hey...

Butan: Let's take a walk.
Let's go for a walk.

Now here is the deal...

You guys are gonna help me catch
Jake Vig. Whatever he's into next,

you guys are gonna be into.
And whatever you're into, I'm into.

This fucking gun
is killing my back.

In exchange, I'm gonna make sure you
guys are cleared

of any past associations with Vig

as part of a
cross-departmental investigation,

and that home movie I got,
I'll make sure

that it doesn't move its way
into Internal Affairs.

Who knows? This prick
has been on the wish list so long,

you two guys,
might even get a promotion.

What the fuck
are you getting out of all this?

Peace of mind.

I might even get a chance
to get rid of this fucking tie!

Why are you looking at me
that way, Lloyd?

Not everybody is on the take.

If you Feds are so hot
for this guy,

why don't you just let us go out?
We'll bring him in, that's it.

A fox isn't a fox until
he's caught in the henhouse.

- Oh nice. What is that, an analogy?
- A metaphor.

Actually, it's neither
but it is a good deal.

You guys go clean,
I get peace of mind,

and better yet, Lloyd's daughter
gets to keep her braces,

and have that winning smile,
just like her daddy.

One more thing,

you guys can't be running around
with heroin in your car.

Jake: Let me tell you
something about Butan.

He's just as crooked
as the next guy.

You'd think he'd have something
better to do with taxpayer dollars.

Well, cue the fucking violins.

Come on, man,
it's getting cold out here.

Jake: It was all in play.
Everything!

And with a little luck,
we're about to land the mark.

- Where the hell is she?
- I have no idea.

- She's 10 minutes late.
- Jake: Luck's a funny thing.

- Especially the bad.
- She's nice.

Black cats, breaking a mirror,

- breathe on a match.
- (doorbell rings)

- It's about time.
- Believe it.

Believe it all. But if you really want to talk
about bad luck,

redheads.

You have got to be
fucking kidding me.

Shit.

Top three all time worst redheads:

Lizzie Borden, axe murderer;

Judas, betrayer;

Shirley Vig,

abandoner.

Nice to see you too.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?

Any idea?

What is with the hair?

What?
You told me to change it.

Jake: But the fucking
grand poohbah of all jinxes,

a bird in your house.

A bird enters your house,
it means death.

What about this then? What's with the scarf
with the birds?

I mean, do you know what that means?
Do you know what that means?

You have just put
a mother of a jinx on us.

- Gordo, can you believe this?
- Gordo: Oy vey.

We're dead.
We're dead.

Did I miss something, guys?

Sweetheart, it's the red hair.
It's bad luck.

Miles: It's not like she's
a real redhead, Jake.

Look, it doesn't
matter, all right?

You can't fool bad luck,
you can't get by on a technicality.

You can't trick karma.

You just fucked us.

So much for that
good feeling, huh?

That's what I get for putting
a chick on the team, right?

Gordo.
Burn that.

Lupus! Think fast.
Lily, hold on a second, will you?

Excuse me.
Is this seat taken?

- No. Please.
- Thanks.

Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry
I'm late, but I'm not that late.

You didn't have to
give away my seat.

I didn't know
you were coming.

- I didn't know. Sorry.
- No problem.

Thanks for playing along.
I had to sit down for awhile.

- Tough day?
- Brutal day.

- What are you drinking?
- Maker's Mark, on the rocks.

- His rocks, mine straight up.
- You got it.

My name is Leon,
Leon Ashby.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.
I'm overbearing and rude.

Lily.
Lily Finn.

- So what do you do?
- It's more like, what don't I do?

It's a long story.

Well, we're getting drinks.
What happened?

My partners and I are trying
to secure start-up capital

for a small tech company.

We tried the venture
capitalist route,

but since the bubble
burst on dot coms...

You're a few years off the mark.
A lot of bubbles were burst.

Yeah.

Optimists that we are,
we thought we'd try our luck

with a straight corporate loan.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Oh, no, no, I can get this.
- On me. For the seat.

Chin-chin.

So we've been meeting
with banks all day.

It's amazing how many
ways they can say no

without ever actually
saying the word.

Typically, a corporate loan
is a fairly simple matter.

But you do have to demonstrate
a capacity for gross fund recovery.

Let me guess,

your bubble didn't burst.

No, no, nothing like that.
I work in a bank.

Really?

I wish we'd met eight hours ago.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Oh, my partners are here.

We have dinner plans.

Oh, well, uh...

- thank you for the drink.
- Oh, you're welcome.

I was just going to ask
if you'd like to join us.

- Sure.
- Okay.

Jake: So she got one leg out from
under him, now we had to lean.

So then Miles, God bless him,
he walks right into

the fucking Creative Director's office and
he says,

"I'm sorry this
program is for shit."

No, no. And then he throws
like a thousand pages of code

- all over the fucking guy's office!
- Jake: This is our boss, all right?

So he kicks Miles and I out of the office,
he's screaming and yelling,

"You're fired. Your whole
fucking team is fired."

Now he's looking for Lily,
he's looking for Lupus,

- and of course he can't find Gordo.
- Miles: That's the best part.

He cannot find Gordo, okay?
So what happens?

- He finally finds...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa...

- you don't have to tell this part.
- He's in the bathroom.

So he kicks down
the stall room door,

and starts screaming
at the top of his lungs.

And there's Gordo,

his pants around the ankles,

"PC World" mag in hand,
and he's punching the cloud.

I'm sorry.

Spanking.
Frankly, I was spanking.

And it was a fucking
traumatizing event,

because I haven't been able to use a public
restroom since that day.

Me neither.

I swear to God.

Gordo's got some issues.
He's got some issues.

And let's not forget,

the great thing that did come from that day
was we said, "Enough!"

That's the day we started our
own business and said goodbye

- to shithead bosses. So...
- Hear, hear.

Leon: I really admire you guys
taking a chance like that.

Lily: Leon here works at a bank.
What bank did you say it was?

Price Trust.

No shit, really?

Talk about shithead bosses.
Now that's gotta be a trip.

- What's he like to work for?
- Oh, you know. He's okay.

- Really?
- Oh, come on!

Well, he's a...

he's just a fucking shithead.
What can I tell you?

So what do you do
over there at Price?

I'm the VP in charge
of corporate loans.

Wow.

We haven't met anyone
of your level before.

VP.

Wait, so that means
it's you and then the P.

Give that man a Nobel Prize.
Well done.

- Genius.
- Yes, that's right.

Jake: Here's where a little
research comes in handy.

Corporate banks give out
VP titles like calendars.

It's a small lie, but now
we're sure he's playing.

Then maybe you can help
explain to us what's so difficult

- about getting a corporate loan?
- Well, normally, nothing.

But a tech firm right now?

People are really scared.

Jake: People are scared
because they lack vision.

Present company
excluded, of course.

Leon: A bank does need to know
where its money's gonna come from.

That is true.

Jake: We know where
we're getting our money back from.

But therein lies our Catch-22.

I don't follow.

- Well...
- Jake, come on.

No, it's all right.

Leon here is one
of the good guys.

Right?

Jake: Now what I'm gonna tell you is in
complete confidence.

It does not leave
this fucking table.

- Sure.
- Fine.

You know how the dot commers
did what they did, right?

In what way?

How they made their money.

Essentially, they start
with an idea,

shop it around town,
raise a little capital,

and then sold it
to a bigger company,

like a Microsoft or an Oracle or
an Intel. You know, whatever.

That's half right there.

The beauty of it was, they sold it before the
thing was even real.

So you've got the bigger company already
set up to buy the thing.

They just want to
see that it works.

So these guys go out, get some start-up
capital, make it work,

and then sell for five or
six times the initial loan.

They're delicious.

- But you need a letter of intent.
- Exactly.

And that's our Catch-22.

We can't really go out
and talk about it,

because if it's public,
potentially we start a bidding war,

and that's considered a breach of
etiquette. Kills the deal.

However, we wait too long, and we're not
considered hot anymore.

And you have this letter of intent?

Jake:
Yes we do.

We're applying the dot com model
to a different product.

Yeah.

But the dot coms failed.

- Yeah, but that's only...
- No, with all due respect.

It...

That's going to be
a really tough sell.

I mean, you guys have
a real battle on your hands.

- That's bullshit.
- Lupus.

Look, sorry, Mr. Ashby.

I didn't mean anything.
But I just don't think

you can argue with the
success of the business model.

It was really an
overextension of the model

to what turned out to be
a limited consumer demand

that caused the
dot com collapse.

Now, applied to a proper product,
with a solid consumer base,

the model still holds up.

He may be right.

Jake: Let me be straight
with you, all right?

We're this close to cutting somebody in on
the action,

if they'd be willing to help.

We just need to find
somebody with some balls.

- Shall we order another round?
- Yeah.

Jake: Lupus, nice save in there.
I'm very impressed.

Poor bastard never
knew what hit him.

Jesus Christ, I almost
felt sorry for the guy.

I gotta go work off
some of this adrenaline.

I have an in on a card game with some
Hollywood studio dipshits.

- Anybody want a piece?
- I'm going home.

- I'll go. Jake?
- No, I'm good.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Oh, Lupus, you should come.
You're gonna love these guys.

Bunch of fucking knobs.

Hey, Lupus.

When this is all over,

you'll let us know who
the King put on Big Al, right?

You gonna have time?

I'll find the time.

You want to go, don't you?

For a couple hundred bucks?
Not interested.

You'd do it for free.

You're almost drooling.
You like the rush.

It's not about the rush.
It's just a job. It's what I do.

Your mother not breast-feed
you or something?

You asking me if I got
something to prove?

- Do you?
- Not in that repressed anger way.

I get the feeling you could've bullshitted
your way into anything.

- Why this?
- I'm good at it.

Lying, cheating, manipulating.

It all came very naturally to me.

No, it's more than that.

The thrill of it? I mean, didn't you find it
exciting tonight?

The way you were
working that guy Ashby...

flirting, giving him
your sweet little smile,

brushing up against him,
occasionally touching him,

I have a feeling you were
getting off on that tonight.

All I did was smile
and shake my ass.

Yeah, but you
did it very well.

Soon enough you'll
have more to do

and I have a feeling you'll
be good at that too.

How do you know?

Intuition.

- She had you tempting fate.
- My old man and his buddies

from work used to play the same lotto
numbers every week.

I mean the same
numbers for 16 years.

One day he gets pissed, decides he's going
to play his own number.

They then hit the Lucky Seven
for 3.5 million without him.

That's fate for you.

I guess he passed on
that unlucky asshole gene.

Turn around.

You should have trusted me, Jake.

Yeah, apparently so.

Everything looks in order.

Jake: You know, Leon, we're going
to have to move quickly here.

I know.
It won't go unnoticed.

What's this?

Jake:
Let's call that a convincer.

We're going to need
to slow down a bit.

You're worried about recouping the loan,
we got the letter of intent.

No, it's... I understand that.

What I'm trying to...

what I mean to say is...

what I'm wondering about is...

is my cut.

Jake: And there it is.
Ashby gets the itch.

- 2%.
- Lily: Of five million.

We're gonna make it back
three or four times over.

By the time anyone catches on,
the loan's already been repaid.

You didn't do anything wrong
except speed things up.

Jake: All you need to do for your cut, is put
some paperwork through,

push a button tomorrow.

Man: Yeah, but there were
other factors.

Yeah, factors that weren't
clear to me until now.

What do you got?

We got jack shit.

I'm not a confrontational
man by nature,

but you guys are gonna have
to start working with me.

We haven't heard from Vig.
We don't know if he wants

to cut us in on this shit he's
got going down with the King.

Maybe you two guys need to be
a little more pro-active, Lloyd.

You gotta make him think you're gonna
keep me off his back.

And for that he's
gonna cut you in

on whatever he's got going
with King. You got that?

Omar, you got it?

Flight's booked to Belize.

Almost home.

Got to get you home to pack.
Get ready for your trip tomorrow.

Can you picture me with
a drink with the umbrella in it?

Little sunscreen on the nose.

- Hey, Jake!
- Back off! Back off!

- Whoa, whoa!
- Take it easy! Jesus!

What, the tip not
work out for you guys?

Tip worked out fine, we're just
a little curious about the Fed.

Hey look, you don't pay
your fucking taxes...

Get the fuck back!
Back up!

Special Agent Gunther Butan.
That ring a bell?

Gunther? No, I think I would remember a
Gunther.

- Let me jog your memory a little.
- Jesus! Fuck!

Gunther Butan, you say?

I think I might know this guy.

Yeah, well he's in town and
he sure as shit remembers you.

What are we gonna
do about this Jake?

We can't afford having
a Fed onto us like this.

I wouldn't dream of that.

Fuck, man!

The way we look at it,
Jake, you have

a limited window of opportunity here
before he catches up to you.

But I got good news
for you, okay? You got us.

We're your white knights. We're gonna
keep him off your back.

And we get a piece of whatever you got
going down with the King.

And don't argue with me 'cause
I got a lot of pent-up aggression.

Say something stupid
if we got a deal, Jake.

Something stupid.

Don't leave town, brother.

- Funny.
- Oh fuck.

Have a nice day, Officers.

How did we do?

We did exactly like you said.

I have complete
faith in you, Lloyd.

Lupus: Why's this guy
so hard up for you?

You're not exactly a threat
to national security.

We go way back.

Jake: A few years ago we were
working in Tampa for a local goon.

Turns out this mutt was
being watched by the Feds,

which now meant we were
being watched by the Feds...

one in particular...
Agent Gunther Butan.

We were just overseeing
some creative importing,

so he really didn't
have anything on us.

But I figured, maybe this
guy's good for a fix.

Our guys in the LAPD,
give them $20,

they'll look the other way
on a parking ticket.

Maybe you'll get yourself
a new tie with that.

But a Fed? You get a guy
like that as your fix...

It was probably a stupid idea.
There I was Armani and Rolex.

There he is,
JC Penny and Timex.

So I took a shot.

Now he had me on attempted
bribery of a Federal Agent.

So that's how Gunter Butan
and I became friends.

- Butan... shit.
- Here.

So what? We just
stay clear of him.

I don't think so.
I think we gotta walk.

Wait a minute. We can
handle this. Come on.

No. Not this time.

I say we walk.

Wait. Take it easy
for a second.

I'm not gonna take it easy.
'Cause you don't know this guy.

He's gonna be all over
us like white on rice.

There's no shaking him
and you know it.

So we change
the scam a little.

There is no more
fucking scam.

I got a sign
on my back now.

I can't leave town and then show up with a
suitcase full of money.

- It's over. The gig is up.
- Gordo: Jake, Jake.

The skirt's got a point. All you have to do is
tweak it a bit.

It over. That's it. You gotta
know when to walk away.

And you guys are too careless with the
money. Gordo with the cars.

- You with the strippers.
- They call themselves dancers.

They call themselves dancers, huh? What
about Big Al?

Did that not fucking
register with you?

Remember seeing him sitting there with a
bullet hole in his head?

That doesn't mean anything?

You're being such a raving pussy.

I mean, pull yourself together,
for Christ's sake.

Who the fuck do you
think you're talking to?

Sweetheart, we fucked
once, okay?

That does not entitle you
a voice in this room.

And don't think I didn't know you weren't
working some angle, either.

Easy, Jake.
That's a lady.

Everyone's working
an angle, right?

There are three people
I trust in this world,

those two guys on
the couch and a dead guy.

You, I don't know you.
You're like a stray dog

that wandered into my house
one day looking for a belly rub.

So why don't you just go back to wherever it
is you came from?

You don't have anybody
looking for you.

Not the King,
not Butan, not Price.

So just cut loose of this.
It is over.

- What about...
- What about what?

What about the money?

There it is. That little
itch you need to scratch.

Always about the money.

What do you want?
You want an apology?

No.
I want my cut.

Take a deep breath,
count to 10,

and try and get it through
your thick skull, there is no cut.

You're an asshole.

So that's it, huh?

That's it.
We're closing up shop.

You guys know
what to do, right?

Jesus Christ, Jake, I can't
believe you're gonna just...

Miles.

Man: So much for honor
among thieves.

You were going to cut loose your friends,
your girl...

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I was doing it for them.
I was trying to protect them.

Bullshit. You weren't doing it
for them. You were scared.

Come on, admit it. You lost your nerve and
you lost your confidence.

You weren't trying
to be noble.

You weren't trying to save anyone but your
goddamn self. Admit it.

You got no idea what
you're talking about.

- It's not true.
- It is fucking true.

They were right there for you!
She was right there for you.

Look at her.
I fucking said look at her!

She trusted you,
and you sold her out.

Now I want you to look at her,

and I want you to tell her.

Be a fucking man.
You be honest.

You tell her.

You tell her that you loved her,

but the fucking money
meant more to you.

Fucking grifters, man.

Gentleman's racket,
my fucking ass.

Just another low-life scammer looking out
for number one.

Get the fuck up!

Get the fuck up!

Lupus:
The King ain't gonna like this.

He had a real thing with
getting this Price guy.

If you ask me,
I think he's jealous.

- Of what? They're both crooks.
- They actually grew up

in the same neighborhood.
King talks about it all the time.

How come he's always
humping it out,

while Price gets to walk
around in three-piece suits,

hobnob with movie stars,
own a bank, that type of shit.

Next to Price, the King is still small time
and he's pissed off.

A point, Lupus.
Give us a point.

I don't give a shit if he thinks he's a pimple
on Price's ass.

He wouldn't piss on my face
if my teeth were on fire.

That's nice.
Interesting imagery.

Look at that.
The size of a cigar, right?

You know why I got that? The King asked
me for a four-shot one day.

That's four-shots of espressos.

Turns out we only have
enough coffee for a three-shot.

So I'm thinking, maybe
I'm doing him a favor.

And before he even
comes picks it up,

he's screaming at me like
I just hit on his mother!

I assume this is going to
lead to some kind of point.

This is what I get for bringing
him the wrong fucking cup of coffee,

imagine what he's
going to do to you.

Jake: I have to admit,
he did have a point.

There was no way the King
was going to let us slide.

Yeah, so we were back on.

After you cut her loose?

Which was apparently
my mistake.

How'd you know we'd
still go through with it?

I know you, Jake.

And I know how to
take care of myself.

Morgan Price, please.

Yeah, I'd be interested in that.

Why don't you give me an address

and I'll send over a car?

And you and I can discuss
the particulars of your proposal.

No.

I come to you and
I only deal with you.

It was a smart play.

She handed me to you
on a silver platter.

Silver platter? Motherfucker,
let me tell you a story.

That's an exciting story.
Travis,

anybody ever try
something like this before?

Not that I can recall.

And how much did you say you
wanted for this finder's fee?

10%.

I studied under a Nobel Laureate
of Economics at Cambridge

and I think even she'd
say 10 was high.

I don't give a fuck if you studied at Marice's
Academy of Wig Design.

You're lucky I'm even here.

- 10 is standard.
- Okay.

Travis, see if you can get him
to tell you how he did it.

Or almost did it.

Sounds like a good story.

Oh, I'll get it.

Come on,
what happened today?

Today?
Today started off great.

Jake: Ashby was going to call us
with the exact time of the transfer.

The King was waiting on us.

Just to be safe, Gordo was
boarding the plane instead of me.

I needed Manzano and Whitworth
to keep Butan off our backs.

So I had to stay in town
and cut them in on the deal.

So they waited for my call
while Miles and I waited for Ashby.

She should be landing
right about now.

That Customs guy is ready, right?

I feel lucky today, Miles.
Real lucky.

Found a penny,
heads up.

And I got rid of the redhead.

Yeah. We got rid
of the redhead.

Jake?

Customs?

They say a good chess player
can see up to 20 moves deep.

That means in some games you've
calculated every move in your head.

The game's over,
even before it's really started.

Like a game of chess,
same with a con.

You have to see that deep.

- Yeah?
- Ashby,

- It's Vig.
- Jake, yeah.

It's going through...

right... now.

Good.

And with the push of a button,
all the pieces were in play.

Gordo?
It's all good. Do it.

First and goal.

Hi there.

I'd like this cashed, please.

Receptionist:
Mr. Ashby?

Mr. Thompson from international calling. He
has a 34-R

on a corporate
account in Belize.

That's probably just a new
account marker, I'II...

Jake: To ensure we weren't
going to welch,

Ashby's cut was transferred
into his own offshore account.

Tell you what.
I am going to lunch.

You tell him I'll
call him back later.

Jake: We called them
the Green Twinkies.

We got Twinkies.

Gordo, that's outstanding.
Good work.

Lupus,
we got the money.

I don't believe this.

Gordo's flying back
with it now.

So we'll head on over to the bar, meet up
with everybody there.

I sent Miles to the airport
to wait for Gordo to land.

Everything was going
as planned.

Gordo?

Gordo, do me a favor. Just use the
bathroom on the plane, all right?

Gordo?
Gordo!

Guy's walking around with
$5 million cash

and he's going to stop to use
a public bathroom at the airport?

Un-fucking-believable.

That guy's got
a serious problem.

You're telling me.

Here's where I got stupid, here's
where I got that big fucking itch.

What?
I got something on me?

I'm going to be straight
with you, Lupus.

I don't think we could've
gotten this far without you.

So I got a little
proposition for you.

A way for us to clear
the whole five million.

Now think about that,
five million split four ways.

You want in?

- What do I have to do?
- All right.

Yeah, it's Vig.

I'm gonna need an escort.
Not a ride, just an escort.

Ontario Airport.
Look for Gordo.

He's going to be carrying
a black Nike duffel bag.

- You guys take care of Butan?
- Don't worry. We got him covered.

All right, good.

That was him. There's a shipment coming
in this afternoon.

Ontario Airport.

We're going to give Mr. Jake Vig the
surprise of a lifetime.

- FBI Agent Rosen speaking.
- Artie. Butan.

Yeah. Ontario Airport this afternoon. Come
heavy.

All we need you to do is call
the King. Tell him it's all good.

Get the King off of our backs.

Yeah, boss, it's me, Lupus.

You were right.
He's trying to fuck you.

- What?
- Vig's trying to fuck you.

Police escorts are going
to pick up the money.

I knew it, I knew it... I should
have listened to my instinct.

Shit! How do we get
the money now?

You gonna have to
take it in the airport.

The guy he's got a black
Nike duffel bag on wheels.

He's got this thing
with bathrooms.

If he makes it through Customs he'll be
heading for the john.

That's good. We'll get him
with his pants down.

You'll take care of scooter
once we get the money.

Maybe Gordo's got it right.

Maybe we're all just looking
for a safe place to shit.

That's cute.

Very cute.

What about all that
bullshit at the bar?

About your three-shot,
four-shot espresso sob story?

Showing me your little boo-boo. What was
all that fucking shit?

That? I got that
at a barbecue, grilling halibut.

- Lloyd: You trust this Butan guy?
- I don't trust anybody.

Lloyd: I'm so sick of listening
to this douche bag's shit.

I swear to fucking God.

If my kid's teeth
weren't so fucked up,

I'd love to walk up to that dude and take
that gay hat of his

and shove it right up
his ass on principle.

You see how bad
this guy wants Vig?

It's like a sickness.

I say we collar him ourselves.
That way we got Vig,

we got leverage and we trade.

Vig for the tape.

This is Butan.
You guys awake?

Yeah, we're here.

Okay, stay sharp.

- Be right back.
- Is this it?

This it, Harlin?

Motherfucking no brains,
this one has.

Jake: So Lupus.
What do you do now?

You go back to fetching
coffee for the King?

Don't worry about me.
Stop trying to fuck with my head.

Okay, I got him.

He's heading towards
the east exit.

Do not under any
circumstances apprehend.

I want you to follow him
all the way down to Vig's.

- Roger that.
- We got that jerkoff. Let's go.

Keep your pants on.
He just went into the crapper.

Jake: Let's say Gordo doesn't
make it through Customs.

You're gonna be just
as fucked as we are.

- You think about that?
- Not for nothing, Jake,

but the guy who
whacked your buddy?

It was me.

The King usually farms out
for that kind of stuff,

but he was so pissed off at you he couldn't
wait for the regular guy.

The fucker didn't even put
down the kung pao chicken.

Oo-ooh, shit!

Come on.
Stand up.

- What?
- Stand the fuck up!

Jake, no offense,
but I've seen you fight.

You gotta be kidding me.

Okay, they pulled a switch.

Black man, brown suit. Big.

Hey, asshole.

- (police sirens blare)
- Lloyd: Keep 'em up nice and high.

Lloyd:
What the...

- Don't fucking move.
- Freeze!

- Freeze!
- Freeze!

Put your weapon down!

We're LAPD!

- Get down on your knees.
- We're fucking cops.

LAPD, man.
Look at this, come on.

- On the curb!
- Face forward! All the way down!

Hands on your head.

Hands outside where
we can see them.

Bring him out.
Nice and easy. Turn around.

Can I make a suggestion?

Take these cuffs home and use
them on your wife. You'll like it.

I like it tight, but not that tight.
How about you?

- Let's go.
- Oh.

Look what we got here.

Heroin. Two keys.

We're good.

He's good.
He's good.

- He who?
- You gotta like it.

Officers Manzano
and Whitworth,

Agent Artie Rosen,

Federal Bureau of Investigations.

How hard do you think it is to sell one
dealer's drugs to another?

Don't fucking say anything!

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah.

The King just got
pinched with the bag.

Okay.

What happened?

- He got caught.
- What?

Fucking King just
got us all pinched.

Oh shit! What do I do?
What the fuck...

Lupus, just
calm down. Lupus!

(gunshot)

- I never thanked you for that.
- No problem.

Can we all stop being so fucking polite and
get to the point?

That's right,
where's the fucking money, Jake?

What do you get out of this?
A fucking finder's fee?

It's all about
the money, isn't it?

Fuck you.
You sold me out.

You sold me out huge.
You should have trusted me,

like I trusted you.
You fucked up. You fucked up huge.

All right, all right,
now you turn the fuck around.

The only way you're gonna live
is if you get me my fucking money!

Now where the fuck is it?

I'm gonna ask you one more time before
your brains hit the ground.

Where is my money?

Probably in the hands of
the Federal Government.

You know Jake, you...

you really fucking
disappoint me, Jake.

You just let Lily down
here again, too.

What was that you were saying
about playing the big con,

it's like putting on a big play, and everybody
knows their part?

I guess some people
forgot their fucking lines.

- Yeah, I guess so.
- You guess so?

So why don't you just take
a deep breath, Jake,

and I'm gonna count to 10.

One, two...

three, four, five...

- I do trust you, Lily.
- Six, seven...

- (gunshot)
- Travis: Oh, shit! What the...

- Trust...
- Did you kill him?

- Should be a four-letter word.

I don't know.

Don't do that shit while
I'm standing right here!

You get the fuck away from me.
Get the fuck out of here! Now!

So I'm dead.
But can I really blame Lily?

Should I just have trusted her?
Who knows?

Sooner or later, someone's gonna start
asking the right questions.

The Feds would want to know

why were they sent in to just
bust a couple of crooked cops.

Manzano and Whitworth
would ask

how the drugs got
into that duffel bag.

The King and Price would ask,
where their money really went.

And everyone would ask,
what agency was it that

Special Agent Gunther Butan
really worked for?

You need a ride?

Hey.

How'd it go?

Smooth.

The guys we have
in the LAPD,

give them $20 and they'll look the other way
on a parking ticket.

Maybe you'll get yourself
a new tie with that?

But a Fed, you get a guy
like that as your fix...

So what do you
got going next?

So that's how Gunther Butan
and I became friends.

Look at you. You're still
working that crazy tie routine.

I'm partial to it.

You take your cut?

Yeah, I'm good.

Well, where you off to next?

Wherever it is, don't stay
too long, you know?

- Stay loose.
- Always.

I'd keep the girl.

Sooner or later, all the right questions would
get answered.

- Because playing the big con...
- What's this?

- Is like putting on a play.

A play where everyone knows
their part, except the mark.

Sometimes, Jake,
style can get you killed.

And like in a game of chess, you've played
every move in your head.

Yeah, boss.
It's me, Lupus.

You were right.
He's trying to fuck you.

You're a good grifter, man.
It's hard to tell when you're lying.

It's hard.

But what do I care?
I'm dead.

Nobody's gonna be
asking me.

I think you dropped
that, baby.

Miles, would you
be so kind?

Absolutely.

* The lights go out
and I can't be saved *

* Tides that I tried
to swim against *

* Have brought me down
upon my knees *

* Oh I beg, I beg
and plead, singing *

* Come out of things unsaid *

* Shoot an apple
off my head, and a *

* Trouble that can't be named *

* A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* Confusion never stops *

* Closing walls
and ticking clocks *

* Gonna come back
and take you home *

* I could not stop that
you now know, singing *

* Come out upon my seas *

* Cursed missed opportunities *

* Am I a part of the cure? *

* Or am I part of the disease?
Singing *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* And nothing else compares *

* Oh, nothing else compares *

* And nothing else compares *

* You *

* Are *

* You *

* Are *

* Home, home *

* Where I wanted to go *

* Home, home *

* Where I wanted to go *

* Home, home *

* Where I wanted to go *

* Home, home *

* Where I wanted to go. *