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-Fucking motherfucker!

You fucking--

- Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Sorry, babe.

- Are you coming in?

Dinner's on the table.

-Yeah. We'll be in like, five minutes.

-What'd I do?

-Babe, I have to get ready.

I need to get little Richie ready,

and you two have to go soon, okay?

-Yeah, baby. We're gonna be right there.

-Okay.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Are you kidding me right now?

-Oh, 'cause he threw an elbow.

So I'm--I'm fine.

It's just I tripped-- I tripped--I tripped back and--

Wow, she really hates you.

-Now what? Now what?

You want to go eat?

You , huh?

I'll fuck up your

Hey, Dal, it's me.

- Come in.

Take a seat.

- How you doing, Dal?

- Fine.

- You got another smoke? I left mine in the car.

- No.

-Sorry we're a little late, Dal.

- Yeah. Well, I figured you would be.

- Hey, you're almost clean, by the way.

'Bout, uh, four large left.

Not bad.

So it's late.

You rested up?

-Nah, I'm good. You know what I mean?

I'm a-- I'm a night owl, so...

-We're gonna grab some coffee on the way.

-So you know the area?

-Not really, but my brother does.

He, uh, used to live down there for a little bit.

-You lived down there?

-Yeah. It wasn't bad.

Cheap rent.

Hit a little rough patch.

- So you know the bar?

-Oh, God, yeah. Very well.

Little too well.

-Yeah, I don't know about this, Richie.

-Dal, it's cool. Trust me.

-Yeah, listen, I'd rather you take one of the other guys

with you on this one, okay?

'Cause I got a lot of money in this,

and, uh, I'm a bit on edge.

- You got nothing to worry about.

I'm -- I'm gonna handle it.

-I know you're gonna handle it,

but this one here, he's not the most reliable, you know?

And, uh, he makes me nervous.

-Dal, we talked.

He's good to go.

-I'm--I'm right here. -Yeah, you're right there

because your brother vouched for you.

That's the only reason.

- If you're still upset about the truck,

I've told you a million times, the brakes were spongy, Dal.

The thing was pulled to the right.

The alignment was all off--

-You drove it into a Burger King.

-Because I couldn't stop it, Dal.

-It wasn't the fucking brakes, okay?

You were drunk.

You took one of my trucks without my permission.

-Okay.

-But the brakes still suck. -Be quiet.

-I tried veering it this way. I'm veering it that way.

-Stop talking. -Brakes were still spongy.

I don't know what you want me to tell you.

-Shut him the fuck up.

-Danny, shut the fuck up!

-Ay, slugger. How you been?

- Good, Willy.

This is, uh, my brother Danny.

-Cool hair.

-How's that kid?

-He's getting big.

-You put the gloves on him yet?

-Nah.

-I was gonna roll with you tonight,

but I'm lined up.

-Yeah, we'll, I got that covered.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Got two in Rosemont. Be back in a while.

Yeah, cool.

-Shut that door for me, will you?

-Yup.

-How's he wash his hair?

Huh?

-No, you weren't supposed to be here tonight, okay?

He was.

You uh, you do menial things for me

because you are a menial person.

You know what that means?

-Yeah. I don't think I like it,

but yeah, I know what that means. Yeah.

-I don't give a fuck whether you like it or not.

- Dal-- - What's it mean?

-Dal-- -Hold on.

What's it mean?

-What--what's what mean?

-Menial. What does menial mean?

Are you serious? Fucking--

It means what it means, Dal.

I don't know what it mean you mean.

What am I, a thesaurus or something?

-You know what? Get the fuck out of here.

I-- I'm-- I'm-- I'm gonna be calling this off.

You're not taking this fucking guy.

Dal, just relax.

Everything is gonna be fucking fine.

Just...

just let me do this, okay?

I promise you I'm gonna call you as soon as it's done.

You're gonna be happy.

Make the deal.

It's a good fucking deal.

Remember that guy?

Huh?

Woo.

Dirty Richie Denton...

- Huh?

-Yeah.

-That guy, he used to fuckin' stomp people

in the head.

Remember that day, huh?

Fuck, yeah.

-You stomped that one guy right out, remember?

And then the one before him too.

Now they're both broccoli now.

- Damn, Richie.

You have the fucking devil in you.

Okay.

Okay, go ahead.

Hey, listen.

You, uh, you want a BJ from Kimmy, the new girl?

She's very good.

-I-- I would, yes.

-No, Dal, we're good.

- Fine.

Just let me know when it's all done.

-As soon as it's done.

-Take care. Be careful.

Oh, fuck.

-All I know is that... I probably had,

I probably had more,

let's just say vicious beatings per year.

-Well, yeah.

-Because the ones I just explained

and then, but mine were not, um, for a reason.

He just fucked me up because he felt like it.

-Motherfucking Danny.

-He fucked me up for no reason? -No.

He fucked you up because you're an asshole.

-You're always an asshole. -Doesn't matter.

He still fucked me up for no reason.

-Shut up. You got-- you fucking got your ass kicked

because you deserved it every fucking time.

-Do you remember...

Well, yeah,

but do you remember the gash I had in my head that one time

when I was what, seven or eight years old?

I was in second grade.

-No.

-It was fucking huge.

-It was like from here to here. -That's what I'm saying.

You probably fucking deserved it.

-I definitely did,

but that's still three in one year alone.

You don't even come close to that.

-Come on, it's not like I was fucking keeping count,

but if you want to talk about the vacuum...

you want to talk about the fucking vacuum?

- Okay. That one--

that was, that was hard to forget.

Fuck you, that was hard to forget.

-It was still plugged in.

I know.

Shit was fucking heavy too, those old school ones.

It was very heavy.

-He was stomping you like--

he was trying to put out a fire.

-I think my best childhood moments

was watching Dad beat the fuck out of you.

- Me too.

-What the fuck? -What?

-I told you you to fucking fuel up before.

-Yeah, that shit went up 20 cents, Richie,

and you still got a fucking gallon in there.

-We're fucking running on fumes.

I give you ten bucks, what the fuck did you do with,

you buy it-- you, you spent it on that?

-Yes.

You got enough.

-I'm just fucking sick of this shit.

-Yeah, me too.

-Fucking people I gotta deal with, the fucking hours

I gotta fucking put in.

I just fucking tell myself,

"Richie, just fucking concentrate on the now.

"No matter what, Richie,

just fucking concentrate on the fucking now."

-What does that even mean, concentrate on the now?

-Doesn't even make any sense. -Well--

well, it means what it means,

because like you, you don't focus.

You're all over the fucking place.

Right? You're fucking hopping from here to there.

-You're like a fucking... -I'm like a bunny.

-Yeah. And it's simple.

If you just fucking settled in, did the job, guess what?

The fucking pay gets better, but not you.

You always gotta fucking run before you can walk.

-What's it, 15 years for you now with Dally?

-Yeah, similar. Yeah.

-Yeah, something like that.

He still got you doing this shit?

-Yeah, because he wants it done fucking right.

-What, I can't do it right, a fucking pick-n-drop??

-You gotta be here? -Normally, no,

but it's a lot more than usual,

so I'm here just in case.

-Well, how much?

-It's a lot.

-What's a lot?

What, you can't tell me or won't tell me?

-I mean, would you chill the fuck out?

-It's a lot, okay? -How much is it?

What's the big fucking deal?

-It's 100K, all right?

-A 100Gs?

-Yeah, just get--get the fuck off him.

-What's he moving the blow for?

-Two fifty.

-Listen, all you gotta do is focus.

You know all these Fizarro boys, right?

-Yeah, I know, 'em. I don't give a fuck.

-Well, you better give a fuck,

because it's not my favorite crew,

and I need you fucking sharp.

-I am sharp.

-You're about as sharp as a fuckin' two-by-four.

- Want a little bit?

Come on!

-Sharp, because you can't fuck up,

because you're going to get us fucking pinched.

-Well, that's not happening.

I ain't ever going back, ever, so don't worry about that shit.

I was thinking about him yesterday.

-Who?

-Dad.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

I was taking a shit,

and it reminded me of him.

-I think about him every time that I'm vacuuming my apartment.

All right, let's do this shit.

-You said you know this guy?

- Rod? Yeah. He's off his fucking rocker.

- Let's go. Grab the bag in the trunk.

-Huh?

-Grab the fucking bag in the trunk.

-Yeah, that's why I'm here, to hold the fucking bag.

-You need to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do,

because I'm point, like we talked about.

Danny, I'm point.

-You hear me? -I heard you.

Oh, my god.

You got to clean your trunk, Rich.

Why you wearing it like that?

- It's a backpack.

- No, it's not.

It's fucking stupid.

You cool?

- Yeah.

You got pocket aces, Joe.

You got pocket aces.

Don't let him fuck with you.

Oh, look at this.

The prodigal son has returned.

-Thought you'd be in Boca Raton by now.

-Ah, I wish.

It's been a while, you nasty mick.

How is everything?

-Good. Good. You?

-You know, the dick works.

That's all I care about.

Who are you?

-Danny.

-Danny?

-Yeah.

- What's going on there?

What are you-- what are you?

Waiting for the school bus?

-Oh, hey, Richie.

You know this kid?

No?

You put his brother in a wheelchair ten years ago,

you fucking lunatic.

-How you doing?

-Living the dream.

- Whoa. Awkward.

-So we got a quick one tonight, Rod.

In and out.

-Stay a bit. One drink.

-No, no. Not tonight.

-I haven't seen you in over a year.

Come on.

-Next time.

-Why? You got a class trip?

You got to go to the zoo?

-So next time we're going to throw a few back for sure.

You guys ready to go or what?

- That was a good one.

All right. All right.

Hey, bring it over here.

-Danny.

-Oh, Richie.

Who the hell is this?

Hey, who are you?

-Who am I? -Yeah.

-I'm Danny. -Yeah, I know.

Danny who?

Hey.

Danny who?

-I really got to do this shit? -Do what--what shit?

What? I--I asked you a question. Who the fuck--?

-Yeah, I don't give a shit what your name is.

What the fuck you asking me mine for?

-I don't like guys like this.

They make me fucking nervous.

-Yeah? I don't like fat dagos that talk too much.

That shit makes me nervous.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?!

- mouth on this one. We got a fucking problem here?

- with them.

-Why do you always put up-- -Yo, yo, yo.

-You got a fucking problem?

Yo. What are you reaching for, buddy?

You want to play that game with me?

-I'll fuck you up and I'll fuck you up.

calm this fuck down!

-Yo, yo, yo. Hey, hey. -Back up. Back up.

-Calm down, you fucking maniac.

-See what I mean? -Hey, calm the fuck down.

- What? Are you gonna fuck with me? Huh?

What are you fucking doing?

-Calm the fuck down! -Don't even fuck with me!

- Whoa!

- They were gonna fucking do us, man! Let's go.

Come on! Richie!

- We gotta go.

- You got to be fucking kidding-- - Oh, come on, Rich.

-You got to be fucking kidding me!

- Ah, shit.

just fucking--

Rich, let me out!

-Go, go!

-He'll talk.

- Danny! There's fucking people in there.

We got to take him out.

-Start running. -I'll fucking kill you.

-What? Fuck you.

-Start running.

- No.

Danny! Danny!

Motherfucker. You motherfucker!

You motherfucker.

- Salud. Say, say salud. - Salud, salud, salud.

-Salud, salud, salud.

I'm telling you, she was here. She like--

She was here last time I came over.

-Uh, yeah. I don't remember her.

-She had dark hair. She was kind of, uh...

like, whatever looking.

She had big arms. It was so weird.

She was a skinny girl, but she had big arms.

Do you remember her, Nico?

Big arms, you know? Anyway.

Uh, yeah, nice girl, but anyway,

that's when she threw my shit out the window.

I went to go pick it up, and that's when I called you,

-remember? -How could I forget?

Huzzah! ninja.

ninja.

-Danny, stop.

- Stop, idiot.

- Don't say that. You said a bad word.

- For fuck's sake.

You look very nice today.

-Shut the fuck up.

-How's the job? You gonna be there for a while?

- You know what? I got an idea.

Why don't you go to the bathroom like a big boy

and wash up so we could go, huh?

- Good idea.

-It's a great idea.

I worry about you enough as it is.

Why the fuck are you taking him?

-If Dal says it's fine,

and by the way, he's paying me good tonight.

- I don't care! - Really good,

and it's a two-man job.

No one else is available.

I mean, I don't want to leave money on the table.

- It's just-- - One more time.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Just one more time.

Do you know how many times you have fucking told me that?

I'm gonna be back before 2:00.

- Oh. Oh, okay.

Sure you are, especially with this dickfuck idiot.

- Would you--?

- Jesus Christ. - Don't wait up.

Oh, don't worry. I won't.

- Oh, my god. - You have a kid!

- Baby, we're just-- we're almost there.

- Do you think I'm gonna be able to bring him up?

- We are almost there.

You're worrying about nothing.

Where the fuck are you?

Where the fuck are you, Danny!

Where the fuck are you!

Where the fuck you--

Fuck!

Back the fuck up.

Back up!

Back up!

It is what it is, brother.

You feel me?

I'll drive. I'll drive. I'll drive. I'll drive.

-Get the fuck out of here!

Take the bus, you fuckers!

Fuck. Come on!

-Come on, pull. -Fuck.

-Are we out of gas?

Shit.

Grab the fucking bags

and get the fuck out of the car.

-Fuck you! Fuck you, motherfucker!

Wow.

-Stay away from the fucking windows.

-I know.

-You don't know shit.

I just told you to watch the fucking windows.

- Uh, I found a light.

-Don't!

-I think we're safe here, Rich.

-You hear me?

-What the fuck did you do?

You just killed us, little brother.

-What are you talking about?

I saved us.

-My stupid, idiot, little fucking brother.

-They were gonna pop us, Rich, you remember?

What'd you--what'd you want me to do?

-I remember you gettin' a hair across your ass

because Rodney ripped on you.

-Well, I remember you kissing his ass

like some kind of fucking roadie.

I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna let him talk to me

like that, or you, or anything.

I'm not kissing his fucking ass.

-All we had to do was take the powder and leave.

But no, you had to open your fucking mouth!

-I was--I was protecting us.

-EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.

- If you weren't gonna stick up for me,

I had to stick up for myself.

I told you he was a prick.

I told you I was point. You know what you told me?

You told me you weren't gonna open your fucking mouth.

You remember that?

-No reason to pull out on us.

I wasn't gonna let anything happen to either one of us,

you know?

-You're bleeding.

Dude, fucking here. Your head.

Your head.

You got lucky.

-Is it bad or-- -No.

You all right?

-Fantastic. Yeah.

That's what I get for drawing fire.

- Who are you?

- Danny.

- Danny?

-Waiting for the school bus?

-Fuck!

- Who is it? - Who do you think?

Fuck it.

Hey, Dal.

-You all right?

- Yeah.

- What about Danny?

-Yeah, he's okay.

-Okay. Listen, Richie.

You gotta-- you gotta tell me what's going on here, okay?

What happened? Because you and your brother,

you put me in a position and it's not good.

-It just went bad, Dal.

-All right. What happened?

-Well, you know Rodney, he was fucked up.

And, um, we had words.

One of his boys pulled out a piece,

started acting like a cowboy.

So we pulled, it got heated.

Rodney, uh...

-Rodney got in between us.

-Rodney got in between us and shit went down

and Rodney went down.

Because they were firing all over the place

and, uh, Rodney caught one.

-They shot Rodney?

- Yeah.

I'm telling you, it was fucking nuts.

-Okay, so, so then what happened?

-Well, I-- uh, we-- we were just standing there

and then, uh...

Danny got shot in the head, by the way.

-What? What? Danny got shot in the head?!

-Yeah. Dall, I'm-- I'm, um, thank you for asking.

I'm good. I'm good. You know what happened?

We were gonna run and then I went back

and I got the powder so it wouldn't trace back to us.

Um, you know,

and then we just ran the hell out of there.

-You took the powder but you left the money?

-Yeah. Yeah, 'cause we heard sirens--

Stop it!

It happened so fast, Dal,

that we didn't know what to think.

Then the one guy came out and took a shot at us again

and we fucking took off.

-But you left the fucking money?

-Yeah. Yeah, we left the money.

And that was that.

- That was that?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

-Richie.

- Yeah?

-Are you lying to me?

-No.

-Dally, that's the truth on my mother's grave.

I swear to God that's the truth.

No, no, no.

Shut the fuck up, Danny, okay? Shut up, okay?

Because I know you fucking had something to do with this.

Never had trouble with your brother in 15 years.

All of a sudden you come along and everything is fucking nuts.

Fuck! Fuck, Fizarro's calling me.

Look, Richie, is that the truth?

-Yeah. That's the truth, Dal.

- All right, I'm gonna call you right back.

And you answer your damn phone!

Hey. Hey. Hey. What's up, man?

Yeah.

-What? I thought it went good.

-What the fuck is wrong with you?

I mean, seriously?

What the fuck is wrong with you, Danny?

-What?!

What is wrong?

We gotta protect ourselves right now, Rich.

-Protect ourselves?

-Yeah. Because we could use that money

if we don't have jobs after this.

-We might not have lives after this, Danny.

-Give me a... fucking break, Rich!

He pulled out on me, what do you want me to do?

- I just need to think.

- I wasn't gonna let anything happen

to either one of us.

-Danny, just-- you know, please.

Just please shut the fuck up!

He's gonna want that money.

-We told him we left it.

-And he told us he was in a position right now.

-He's not gonna take the rap for that shit.

Not with Fizarro.

He's gonna cover his own ass.

-He's not like that.

-Everybody's like that.

- God damn it, Danny.

-Well, what if we take--

-Dally. -Where you at?

-Well, I don't know.

'Cause I'd have to go outside and look,

and I'm not so sure we should go outside right now.

-Look, you're not sure. What are you talking about?

-We broke into a mechanic shop to get off the street.

-Am I on speakerphone?

- Yeah. - Listen to me.

One of the guys that you clipped was Fizarro's son.

Okay? So do you understand something?

Do you realize what the fuck you just did?!

So now he's got crews out looking for you both.

It's not about the money or the blow anymore.

You understand?

And apparently they know where you are.

I'm the only one that can protect you.

So tell me where you are.

I'm about to get on the expressway,

and I need to know where you are exactly.

-We're a couple blocks from Saint Francis Borgia.

- Where?

Richie, tell me where the fuck you are, all right?

I'll be there in 30 minutes.

-Philly's Auto on Forest Preserve.

That ain't good.

- This ain't good, Rich.

Better dealin' with me than who's coming.

You don't want to deal with that.

-Ain't like I wanna be here, Rich.

-Yeah.

But you are here.

-Wanna know what I think?

- No.

-I think you're a pussy.

-Oh, so you think now?

I put my money on you not thinking before.

That's why you're here.

-You should leave.

- You're gonna be okay, Richie. Him?

You know the deal.

-He's my brother.

That's the deal.

- I'm not asking.

How much is he paying you?

-Enough to be here.

-Fuck you. Fuck you.

- Rich!

- Who the fuck are you?

-This is my shop.

- Your shop?

-The alarm--alarm alert on...

I...

-I think he's faking.

- I came to check.

-What the fuck?

-Call my wife.

My wife.

Please.

Please help me.

I gotta get up. I gotta get up.

-Get the fuck off me.

-I gotta hold on.

I...hold...

on...

-Frank Tobin.

-You gotta be fucking kidding me.

-Who is it?

-Your phone off?

-No.

Little Richie, he's asleep.

-Little Richie, huh?

Aren't you supposed to be on tonight?

-Yeah. Waiting for the sitter.

-Where's Richie?

-What do you mean?

-Is he here?

-No.

-No?

-No.

-He call you?

-No.

-You don't know what just happened?

You keep your phone on you.

If Richie calls you, you call me.

You understand?

-Is he okay?

- What about me?

What about is Dally okay?

What about you, Dally?

- What am I to you?

-My boss.

-Is that it?

You know, I, um...

I did what I had to do.

That was a lot of money you guys borrowed.

How else am I supposed to get my money back?

-Well, you're almost there, aren't you?

-Mm-hmm.

Yeah, for what it's worth, I, uh...

I miss the way it was.

That's not worth anything.

-Is this apartment worth anything?

Your husband's employment worth anything?

You make my money back,

and then you can hang up your heels.

We're square.

I mean...

with all the positions I used to put you in,

I didn't put you in this one.

You chose it.

-Got it.

-Remember that.

-Who is it?

-Sheila.

-You're not gonna answer it, are you?

Huh?

-Yo!

-What the fuck are you gonna answer it for?

-Would you fucking just finish up, please?

Hey, Sheila.

-Hey. Are you okay?

-Yeah. Yeah, just, I, uh...

just grabbed a bite with Danny.

We might grab a beer. I'll be home a little later.

- What's going on? - Babe.

Dally just left.

He's looking for you.

-Oh, shoot. Yeah.

Well, I'm gonna call him.

We just, um, got wrapped up for a bit.

Where the hell are you?

-I--we're downtown.

Some little joint.

-Mm-hmm. Downtown.

-Yeah.

- You know, the last time you lied to me,

we almost lost everything.

What are we gonna lose this time?

- Mm.

I think everything is peachy, Sheil...

Do you hear me?

- Can I help?

-I'm gonna be home in a couple of hours, okay?

-Okay.

-Give me 'em.

Let's go.

All right. You ready?

-I just need time to think.

-Think about what? Let's go.

-What are you doing?

-Let's just get in the car and go south.

-You wanna go where?

-South. -Go south?

My family is home.

Your nephew is home.

But you wanna get in a fucking car

and go someplace

and think that everything's gonna be good?

-I forgot, all right?

-You forgot?

-Yeah.

-How fucking stupid are you, Danny?

-I wasn't thinking. -No, I just wanna know.

How incredibly fucking stupid?

- Stop fucking calling me stupid.

-You're fucking stupid.

- Stop calling me fucking stupid, Richie!

I'm not fucking stupid!

I was smart enough to think about you and me.

I was smart enough to take the blow and the money, right?

Right?

I was smart enough to think about

maybe we could make some real fucking money

and not have to do this stupid shit anymore.

-You thought about taking the money?

- Yeah, you heard me.

I analyzed the situation, not you.

I did. So stop fucking calling me stupid,

'cause I was thinking about you and me.

I did that, not you.

-Did those guys pull out on you?

-Who?

-Rodney's guys.

The guys that we're talking about.

Rodney's fucking guys.

Did they pull out on you?

-Those fuckers, man.

-I'm gonna ask you one more fucking time.

Did they fucking--

- Come on! Stop, Richie!

- Did they fucking pull out on you, Danny?

Or did you fucking pull out on them?

Did you? Danny, my brother!

My fucking brother!

Did you fucking pull out on them?

Huh? What the fuck?

- Danny!

- You fucking, you fucking-- - Get the fuck off!

- You made a decision.

-Get off me. -Huh?!

They wanted to-- they were gonna--

They fucking wanted to?

- You fucking fucking, Danny! - Get off!

You fucking motherfucker!

You made a decision!

-You fucking killed us.

Hello.

- This is the Heartwood Height s

Police Department.

We're following up on an alarm signal that generated

from your business.

Who am I speaking to?

-Oh, um, thank you so much for calling.

Everything is fine here.

Um, I, uh, actually tripped the alarm myself.

It was, uh, it was a window in the bathroom.

And who am I speaking to, sir?

-Ma'am, uh, there was quite a lot of static on the phone.

Can you hear-- can you hear me?

Yeah, I can hear you.

What is your name?

-Uh, ma'am, my name is Frank Tobin,

and I am business owner.

Once again, thank you so much for calling.

Everything is, is great.

It's just me here, late night.

Okay, Mr. Tobin, good to know.

-Yeah, yeah, okay.

Well, thank you so much for calling.

Mr. Tobin, routine check.

What is your personal address?

-My personal address.

Your personal address?

-Ma'am, I have one of those,

uh, old phones, you know, with the, uh, with the cord.

I'm gonna have to unplug it and plug it back in.

Uh, I'll be right with you.

Danny, what the fuck?

Ma'am, are you still there?

Yes, sir, I can hear you.

-12 Pacer Avenue, Heartwood Heights.

Beautiful little town, you know?

I'm sure it is.

Okay, sir, you have yourself a good night.

- You too.

Did you lock the door?

-No.

-Remember the last time we were kids...

Dad threw us in the garage and gave us a go?

-Yeah.

He fucked up that day.

- Yeah, he did.

-Fuck you, fuck you.

- Danny!

-Remember me?

Fuck! Motherfucker!

- Oh, wait.

- Easy.

-I'm all right. Fuck it.

Oh, you cunt!

Just take half and bounce.

-I'm not leaving you.

- What other choice do we have, Danny?

I'm tapped.

-We could tell-- I could go back to Dally

and tell him, I could tell Dally that, that, that when we got by,

by Rodney that they were, they were in on the shit

and they, and then, and then they, they--

-Stop! Just go to the other fucking side

of the country, all right?

-I'm...

-Just go, Danny.

-I fucked up, all right?

I fucked up. I'm dumb.

I'm fucking dumb, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm fucking dumb.

I'm dumb.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-Well, what are you gonna do?

-Who is it?

- It's Dally.

He's outside.

Okay, Rich. Okay.

Rich. Rich.

- What?

-Let's give him everything back.

-And then I'll take the blame for it

and I'll deal with the consequences.

Okay? Let's do that.

You think it's that easy?

-I know it's gonna be that easy

and I think he's gonna be happy

because he's gonna get the money and the blow back.

You and me can stay here

and we can handle everything together

and then... and then...

and then we'll be here if Fizarro pulls any shit.

We'll be here. Okay?

Let's--

It's not gonna work, Danny.

-It's gonna work.

-No, it's not.

-I know it's gonna work.

Not your call.

My mess, big brother.

I'm gonna clean it up.

- Watch. - Hey!

Stop! Hey!

Christ almighty.

Hell of a night.

You all right?

Where's the stuff?

- That looks familiar. - Yeah.

-And, uh, you told me you left it.

I lied.

-Well, that you did.

-So here's the deal, Dal--

-Oh. You're gonna tell me the deal.

-I planned it.

I took that money for myself.

And I shot those fuckers.

-Danny, shut the fuck up.

-And now I'm gonna give it all back.

Now you got your money back, and you got the blow.

-And you're giving it back?

-Yeah.

-All of it?

-All of it.

-Wow.

-We took out a lot of Fizarro's guys tonight.

So we weakened their crew.

- Okay, see, you make a good point.

-So, if Fizarro's stupid enough to come at us again--

-Danny, just close your mouth.

-We'll be ready.

-Okay.

- Danny, that's enough.

-Oh, and look, I gotta say this.

He had nothing to do with this.

-Danny-- -It was me.

-I know he had nothing to do with it,

'cause Richie's not stupid.

You are. You're stupid.

I mean, how--how do you have a conversation with him?

Huh? I mean, do you just shut off after a while?

I mean, it's fucking fascinating.

I mean, great insight to the situation here, Plato.

You know what? You know what?

Maybe with the money that you're giving me back,

we can rent a spaceship, fly to Mars, and go swimming.

-Yeah, well, maybe you're stupid too.

-Oh, is that right?

-Yeah, because you trusted a guy like me

with a deal like this.

-Uh, no, no, no, no.

See, I trusted him, and he vouched for you,

and that means that you're both at fault, but I know him.

I know him very well,

and I know he would never pull this shit.

So let me tell you the deal, genius.

You screwed me, and I know it was you.

I knew the whole time.

And so the only way this is gonna work for them

is now you gotta take the fall.

-Not gonna go down like that, Dal.

- Don't tell me what's not gonna happen, okay?

I took your word on him.

You put his dumb ass here.

Come on, you know how things work.

-He's not taking the rap for this.

-Well, somebody's gotta take it.

Somebody's gotta take it,

and it sure as hell ain't gonna be me.

-Well, it ain't gonna be him.

-No, no, no, no, you motherfucker!

You motherfucker!

After everything that we've been through, huh?

Everything I've done for you?

Look, you know this was gonna happen when I got here, right?

-He's my family.

-I'm your family. I'm your family.

-Dal, it was me. It wasn't him, it was me.

-This is the only way. -Don't do it, Dal.

-Time's up, all right? Just turn your head.

- Don't do it, Dal!

- Turn your head! - Put it away!

- Ahh!

-Rich?

Rich?