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Man: Come in!

Leave it open.
Have a seat, Carl.

Do you like cigars, Carl? Cuban.

Carl: Wow, thank you, Warden.

Keep the whole box. It's a gift.

And they're darn hard
to come by these days.

Well, thank you, again, Warden.
That's... That's darn nice of you.

Yeah, you deserve it.
Pull five of your ten years

and now you're out on good behavior.
Free at last.

- Yes, sir.
- You know, Carl...

I'm darn sorry to see you go.

I can't say that
about most of the inmates,

but I trust you.

You made things
run real smooth here, Carl.

Oh, I'm sure they'll run things
just fine, sir.

- I trained them myself.
- I'm sure they will if you say so, Carl.

- But not as good as you.
- Well, thank you, sir.

No reason to thank me, Carl.
You deserve it.

When you first got here
you were as worthless a punk

as I've ever seen
and let me tell you,

I've seen some downright
worthless punks in this place.

But you were different.

I could sense it in you right away
and I always trust my instincts, Carl.

- I'm never wrong.
- No, sir.

Take that as a little lesson, Carl.

Trust your instincts
and you'll never go wrong.

I think I will, sir.

So, what are your plans?

Well, actually, Warden,
me and my best friend were thinking

about going into the laundry business.

- That's what I know best.
- That's true.

You do know the laundry business.

- Best foreman I ever had.
- Well, thank you, Warden.

Laundry's a good business, Carl.
A stable business.

Like food and funeral homes.

People will always want clean clothes.

You know, when I changed this facility
over from license plates to laundry

they thought I was crazy,
but I showed 'em.

I made it pay for everybody.

So, laundry, huh?

You have been paying attention, Carl.

I'm glad to see my instincts
once again prove true.

You take the knowledge
you've gained here and put it to use

- and you'll be okay.
- I think I will, too, sir.

Good for you, Carl. Well...

the best of luck, Carl.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Warden.

- And thank you.
- Close the door on your way out, huh.

So, Matushka...

finally made it out, huh?

What's it to ya?

You think you're a tough guy,

but I heard you in there
with the Warden.

You're just a brown-nosed ass kisser.

You've been kissing his ass
since the first day you got here.

Carl: I got news for you, shit for brains,
he runs the place.

Tell you something, Matushka,
I never liked you.

I always thought you were
up to something and I never trusted you.

Gee, I'm sorry to hear that.
I always thought so much of you.

Oh, funny man. You'll be back.

Actually, you got that backwards.
See...

tomorrow you'll still be here.
I won't.

- Carl! My man!
- Keep the faith, brothers.

I'll look up all your wives and
girlfriends and let 'em know you miss 'em.

- Man: Fuck you!
- Not anymore.

This is Carl Matushka.
He's outta here.

But he'll be back.

Patrick: Carl!

Three!

Hey, that's a Redford-Dondero game ball,
man.

- Patrick: The big game.
- Go. Come on!

Hey, Patrick, my main man.

- Carl "The Tush" Matushka.
- That's me, man.

- Well, you |00k... like shit.
- Yeah, you, too, man.

You, too. What's with the hair?

Oh, no. No.
It's new. You like it?

- Yeah, you look like a faggot.
- Thank you.

And fuck you.

I can't believe it's you, man.

- I'd never think I'd see you again.
- Yeah.

I know you got... you got five years
and I walked.

Yeah, well, that's how it goes, right?

I get caught, you don't.

Yeah, but you...
You kept your mouth shut.

- I owe you big for that.
- Yeah, we were best friends once.

Maybe I'll let you be my friend again,
fag boy.

- Come on.
- Dynamic duo.

- We're un-fucking-stoppable.
- Right here. Right here.

Hey, good hands.

Hey, you remember football?
Basketball? Water sports?

- Un-fucking-stoppable.
- God damn right.

- Everything all set?
- Hey, paisan, trust me here.

Oh, by the way, Tom backed out
so I had to get another driver.

What do you mean?
Tom was all set.

- What happened?
- I don't know. He didn't tell me.

He just calls and craps out.
So, I say "fuck him"

and I get somebody else.
So, we're okay.

- Yeah, and he's cool?
- Yeah, he's cool. Okay.

Everything's okay now, man.
You're back.

I feel excited. Yee-haw!

- I haven't been this high in years.
- All right, well, calm down.

- What about the rest?
- In the back.

Okay.

Bon appétit.

All right, we got 23 minutes.

Let's get going.

- Hi.
- Hi.

What's your name?

- Randy -Okay, Randy.

Uh, listen,
I don't have a whole lotta time.

So...

We got about an hour
as far as I'm concerned.

Starting from...
ten minutes ago.

Yeah, well, uh, honestly,
I don't think I'm gonna need

anywhere near that much time.

Do I know you?

Uh, not yet.

- (Wiggles)
- Shit.

It's-It's been a long time.

Here, baby, let me help you.

What?

- You'll smudge my lipstick.
- Oh, Jesus.

Party favors.

Here we go.

He's a big boy.

Holy shit.

Yes.

Oh. Ooh!

Oh' yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Mm. Mmm. Mmm.

- Mmm.
- Jesus.

Oh, you're religious.
That's nice.

Oops.

Janie Kochanski?

I'm Carl Matushka.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, Jesus.

Carl.

Carl: Uh, um... well, uh...
h0w've you been?

- Oh, great. And you?
- Oh, just great.

Well, you know, I just got out of prison
after five years.

Yeah, well, you see
what I've been doing for a living.

Yeah.

I'm working out, Carl.

You know, you never gave me back
my letter jacket.

- No, I didn't.
- Huh.

You know, Janie, I know that we
didn't go out for very long or anything,

but I sure have fond memories of you.

Yeah?
As the girl who stole your letter jacket?

Yeah, among other things.

Yeah, well, I really had a thing
for you, Carl

and you dumped me really hard.

- I did?
- And you don't even remember.

- Do you?
- Hey, I'm the one that recognized you.

Yeah, but you don't remember
what happened, right?

- No.
- Figures.

You always were the most conceited
prick in the whole school.

- And the best looking.
- That, too.

- You haven't changed.
- Oh, yes, I have.

Five years in the joint
will take something out of you,

but not all of it.

Boy, Janie, you still look good.
Really good.

Yeah, well, thanks.
It's all I got what's left.

So, like, what have you been up to?

Oh, you know...

- This, that, a life.
- Uh-huh.

It's a sad story
that no one wants to hear.

Well, I'll listen to your sad story
if you listen to mine.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

I'm not trying to fool anybody, Janie,
honestly.

Give me that card back.

What?

Here's my home address
and phone number.

Stop by and see me sometime.

You mean, uh, professionally
or unprofessionally?

Which would you prefer?

- Unprofessionally.
- It doesn't mean for free!

- That's not what I'm talking about!
- Hey, me, either.

Okay.

But, you know, only if you want to
that is.

Yeah, I do. We'll go out.

- Really?
- Yeah, really.

- You're not just saying it?
- No, I mean it.

Okay.

- I hope you're amused, Patrick.
- I am.

I love reunions.

You can drop me off
right over there.

You got it.

It was, um...

It was good to see you again, Carl.

Yeah. You, too, Janie.

Real good.

- I'll call ya.
- Do.

So, what are you guys up to?

What? Oh, uh...

- nothing.
- Sounds like you're about to pull a job.

No shit?

- Be careful, okay?
- Yeah.

- Well, uh...
- And, uh, call me.

- Yeah, I will.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- I'll see ya.

Oh, look at the time.

I hate to interrupt,
but aren't we in a bit of a hurry?

Carl: Whoa.

Son of a bitch!
You knew that was Janie Kochanski.

That was Janie Kochanski?
Get the fuck outta here!

Oh, fuck you.

It was good to see her,
though, wasn't it?

- Oh, yeah, man, real good.
- Cool.

Well, let's rock this show.

- All right, we got 15 minutes.
- Okay.

It's been a long time.
Hasn't it?

Yeah, well, you know,
five years.

We were something way back when.
Weren't we?

- Yeah, we were.
- And we're gonna be again.

- I'm telling you.
- Man, it is so weird being out.

Everything is just so fucking huge!

Tell you what, Patrick,
I'm never going back.

Hey, you remember the Brother Rice game
when me and you scored

40 points in one game?

- Shit, they ain't seen nothing like us.
- Yup.

Patrick: And they never will again.
I'm telling ya.

That's Donny. A friend of mine.

He's really smart.
He's like a genius.

What's his deal?
He looks like shit.

- Is he a junkie?
- Yeah, kinda.

He's got it under control.
So, be cool.

Yeah, real cool.
How fucking smart can a junkie be?

You'd be surprised.
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

- Patrick: Hey.
- Hey, guys, how's it going?

Donny, Carl. That's Donny.

Yeah.

Hey, you don't suppose we could stop
somewhere for a second, huh?

Patrick: What?
You gotta take a leak?

- No, I gotta make a stop.
- Patrick: What for?

None of your fucking business.
That's what for.

- It'll just take a second, all right?
- Oh, yeah, we're not really

doing anything today,
so why not?

- Fuck no.
- Shit.

Carl:
Hey, are you gonna be all right, friend?

Yeah, fine.
Life's fucking cabaret.

- Don't worry about me.
- Hey, Donny, suck it up.

This'|| only take about an hour
then you'll be on your way

with a pocketful of cash.
So, just be cool, all right?

Yeah, fine. Fine.
Fine, let's just get going, huh?

No, he's cool. He's cool.
He's just got a weak bladder.

There's Buzz.

Hey, Buzz man.

Come on aboard. How are ya?

- Welcome out, buddy.
- Thanks, man. Good to be out.

- What's with the hair?
- Fuck you.

- Who's he?
- He's the driver.

Junkies and fags
burning the Warden.

What a great idea, Carl.
Sorry I didn't think about it

- when you heard my ideas.
- Sure.

He's such a pompous prick.
It'll serve him right.

Absolutely.
Hey, how many fish you figure

he slipped in his office there?

Actually, the idea came to me
after I folded my ten millionth towel.

Fucking Warden makes a fortune
off the prison laundry system

'cause he's using the prison
basically as slave labor.

See, we do the laundry
for 25 local dry cleaners

who all pay way below union minimum
'cause the prison's doing the work.

It's a huge fucking scam.

A quarter of a million dollars
in untraceable, unmarked cash?

Small bills. Wow.

- Patrick: You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Buzz, tell him.
- Oh, yeah, it's in there.

Everybody inside knows about it.

They move it in laundry bags.
It's all in...

- 50s and 100 dollar bills.
- And that money is gonna be dropped off

in exactly 12 minutes,
but won't be picked up

for another 20 minutes after that.
The time it takes the Warden

to get from the prison to the laundry
with two prison guards.

What we're gonna do
before he gets there

is we're gonna walk in there
and take it.

Here's how it's gonna go down.
Donny, you're the driver, okay?

- Yeah.
- You're gonna be in the alley

near the back door
with the engine running, okay?

Buzzmeister here,
he's gonna crack the safe.

Patrick and me will make sure
everyone stays nice and quiet

while this happens.

Nobody gets hurt and we waltz
out of there with a quarter million

in unmarked bills, boys and girls.
Very simple.

Actually, it's fucking elegant
in its simplicity.

So,
let's just keep this thing moving here.

Patrick:
Hey, we're right on time, buddy.

The dynamic duo has returned!

Hey,
Buzz, Carl ever tell you about that...

- He lost!
- 40 points in one game?

Sure he does.
We're fucking unstoppable, man.

Patrick: Shit.

What was that you were just saying
about being unstoppable?

- Patrick: It's okay. It's cool.
- Carl: Goddamnit.

We only got 11 minutes, guys.
Check it out.

Patrick: Plenty of time.
Plenty of time.

Like a pit crew I'll assist.

Monster fuck. Oh, man.

- Oh, fuck me.
- It's flat, man.

Oh, yeah, that's a flat. Uh-huh.

Carl: All right, come on.
It's not gonna fix itself.

- Let's go.
- Patrick: All right, two minutes.

Ihaveit.

What's the deal with this thing?

I thought
you were gonna rent a new one.

Patrick: No, no, no.
You said I should rent one,

but I ain't got a credit card.
Without a credit card

you can't rent shit in this town.

Well, if you didn't rent this thing,
how did you get it?

- I borrowed it.
- What does that mean?

It means I borrowed it.

What? You didn't steal it?

No, not really.

Well, what are you hanging out
with Gypsy Night Chopperheads these days

- or what?
- What? You wanna do this? Huh?

Then go away.

Nine and a half minutes.

- Think we're gonna make it?
- We'll see.

Dig this, man.
What did you say to the Warden?

-What do you mean?

You know, when he asked you
about what you gonna do

with your future
and all of that bullshit?

- What'd you say?
- Told him I was gonna go

into the laundry business.

- No, you didn't.
- Yes, I did.

I told him I'd be a success at it, too.
You know what he said?

Wished me all the luck in the world
and he gave me a big ass box of cigars.

Cubans, too.

I ought a be working Indy 500.
I'm telling you.

- Almost done.
- All right, come on.

We got eight and a half minutes.

With time to spare. Good?

You got it?

Oh, good.

Okay, we got eight minutes.
Let's synchronize the watches.

- I don't have a watch.
- Carl: What are you talking about?

How can you go on a job
without a watch?

Hey, fuck you, tough guy.

I used to have a gorgeous Rolex,
okay?

I had to pawn it.

Sit... down.

Buzz, you won't need one.
Give him yours.

Hey, man, my wife gave me
this watch for my birthday.

You'll get it back afterward.

What? You afraid Mr. Junkie's
gonna pawn that one, too, bro?

Hey, I'm fine. Not a problem.

Okay, let's call it 1:25...

and...

mark.

Ah, shit.

It's digital. I went past it.

I gotta go around. Hang on.

Carl: Come on, are you ready?

Hang on.

All right. All right. Yeah.

Okay, it's 1:26...

and...

mark it.

Ah, shit. This is A.M.

I gotta go around again.
Hang on. Hang on.

Patrick, can I talk to you for a second?

- I don't know if we have time.
- Outside!

Donny: Hey! Hey!

Hey, just about got it.

What?

I'm not going through with this.

What?!
You gotta. We're here, man.

Oh, so fucking what?

My simple and elegant plan
is turning to shit

right in front of my eyes.

And I got news for you, friend,
I'm not gonna risk going back to the joint

because of some piece of shit van
that you fucking stole

or some strung out junkie friend
of yours.

Genius or not.

I say we just walk away,
we come back in three months

when we can do it right.

The whole van thing can change
in three months

and you wouldn't know about it
because you're not in the joint.

Your information is fresh.
It's up to date.

- It's new.
- Oh, so what?!

Then you know what?
To hell with the whole damn thing.

We won't do it.
We'll just get fucking jobs

- like everybody else!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, jobs?

No.
You're not thinking straight, buddy.

This is $250,000.
It's unmarked, untraceable.

And all we have to do
is reach out and grab it.

Okay, brilliant. Wonderful.

Then you stand there
and you look me right in the eyes

and you tell me that nothing else
is gonna fuck up today.

- Can you do that?
- What else can go wrong, man?

Huh? Okay: Okay.

The truck is a piece of shit,
but it got us here.

Didn't it? Huh?

And Donny, okay,
he's got a slight drug problem,

but all he has to do
is sit in the fucking van.

That's it.

It isn't going perfect,
but it's going pretty damn well.

We're here, aren't we?
Come on, buddy.

Huh?

I know you, man.

Nobody knows you like I do
and I know you do not want to back out

on a sweet deal like this.
Do you? Huh?

God has looked down on us and he has
handed us this freebie in life

and we gotta take it now or we just
might as well just say, "Pfft. Fuck it."

We'll never get another chance like this.
That's it.

Hmm? You wanna do that?

You wanna look back on this someday
and say, "Oh, well...

shit, there was $250,000
and I just said,

'Pfft. Fuck it.'"

Huh? No. I didn't think so.

Did I mention it was $250,000? Huh?

- I'm right, aren't I? Huh?
- Okay, you're right.

- You're goddamn right I'm right!
- You're right. You're right. You're right.

I love you, man. Huh?

Patrick: Let's go!

Yes-haw. Okay.

Let's get rich.

Okay, uh,
everybody clear on the deal?

Right. No shooting.

This won't be a big deal.

- It's an easy safe.
- Yeah? Why is that?

Well, the universal 1205
is an old-fashioned model.

It's got a handle.

When you push down on the handle
while turning the combination wheel,

you can hear the bolt
drop into the notch on the disc.

You got to know what to listen for,
but when you do...

it's a breeze.

Ibuylocks, I take 'em apart,

I study 'em during my spare time.

They let you do that
in the joint?

No, but I did anyway.

Wouldn't it be faster
just to blow the safe?

Actually, no.

Blowing a safe
is quite a complicated process.

Not to mention a noisy one, too.

Man, I can pick this one
way faster than blowing it.

Well, well, well,
look at what we got here.

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Carl: That's us.

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Okay, guys, 20 minutes and out.
Let's go.

Buzz: Oh, shit!

Carl: Hey, Buzz, you all right?

Buzz: Oops.

Carl: Donny, there's your alley.
Go around to the back door.

- Yeah, I know. I know.
- Are you gonna be all right?

I'm fine. Not a problem.
Just don't keep me waiting, huh?

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- Please! Please!
- Get out! Get out!

I'm just a temp!
I don't even work here!

Carl: Come on. You just do as you're told
and no one will get killed.

- Sit down.
- Patrick: Don't think about it, man.

- Carl: Come on. Let's go.
- Hey... Hey, fellas,

you don't know
who you're messing with here.

- Carl: Oh, really? Who?
- Take my word for it.

- You don't wanna know.
- Carl: You're right, so shut up.

Oh, Buzz, I'll get Mr. Bueller here
to open that door for you.

Keys are for fags.

Carl: All right, let's go.
Sit down.

Buzz: Hey, didn't you say
this was a Universal 1205?

- 21-14-05.
- Well, what does that mean?

It's gonna take more time.
That's what it means.

I've been practicing on 1205.

This thing
doesn't have a goddamn handle.

Well, Buzz,
you only got 18 minutes, man.

- That's it.
- Woman: Couldn't you just let me go?

Would you please be quiet?!
Buzz, is 18 minutes gonna be okay?

I'll let you know.

- For Godsakes stop pushing.
- Patrick: Shut up, old man.

Sit down. Sit down.

Carl: It's a different safe
than what you told us.

Patrick: What?
So, what does that mean?

Carl: It means it's gonna take more time.
Which we do not have.

- Well, go faster.
- Buzz: Hey, don't tell me what to do.

- This ain't my mistake.
- Patrick: It ain't my fault.

- Carl: You, shut up.
- What? What are you saying?

- You're saying this is my fault?
- I'm saying it's absolutely your fault.

Well, listen, friend,
I don't like your tone.

Don't you "friend" me.

I told you to scope this place out.
What happened?

I paid a guy to do it, okay?
He fucked up.

- So, can you open her or what?
- I don't know.

Patrick: You said
you could open any safe.

If you'd shut the fuck up.

- You paid a guy to scope this place out?
- Yeah, so what of it?

Well, that just means that
one other person knows about our plan

and I thought
we were gonna keep this quiet.

I did. Okay, so I told one guy.

Big deal, man. Lighten up.

Carl: Sixteen minutes.

No, you didn't.
Don't say you did when you didn't, man.

That's bullshit.

- How's that safe coming?
- I think I can get it open.

I have no idea how long it's gonna take.

Lining up each disc
takes its own amount of time.

- Carl: How much time?
- I don't know, man!

Shit, I don't even have
a fucking watch!

I'd be well on my way
to having a 1205 open by now.

You're not gonna make it.
Any second the armed prison guard's

- gonna be climbing all over your ass.
- Carl: Not any second.

- Fifteen minutes.
- I don't think I can do it in 15 minutes.

Patrick: Well, you damn well better!

Threatening me won't get this
Universal 1405 open any faster, asshole.

Patrick: Okay, okay. Fine. Fine.

- Just lay off me.
- Carl: No, you just lay off

because we wouldn't be
going through this shit

if you'd just scoped this place out
like you said you would.

You just gonna go
on and on about that?

What?
Is it fucking ancient history now?

So far you've fucked up
your whole end of this deal!

Fuck you, man!

What the fuck happened
to you in prison, huh?

You went and lost your faith, dude.

Hey, friend, I didn't join a new religion.
I planned a perfectly good heist

that's going down the shitter now
because of you

and it happens to piss me off!

You're starting to piss me off.

So I think you should relax a bit.

Relax.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- Trust me.
- Oh, Jesus Christ!

Are you joking?
Why do you keep saying that?

- What?
- "Trust me. Trust me. Trust me."

Are you saying
you can't trust me anymore?

"Anymore." That's a good one.

Are you saying you never trusted me?
Is that it?

Hey, look, uh, you're my pal,
but let's not push this, okay?

You're saying
you never ever trusted me before?

- Look, this ain't the time!
- Oh, I say it is.

Carl: Really? Okay.

What about the fucking Seaholm game?
Okay?

Let's talk about that for a second.
Do you remember?

Huh?
Who's out there doing a hook and go?

Five yards out, wide open.

Does he pass me the ball? No!

He hands off
to the fucking moron halfback

'cause he wants to get
in his sister's fucking pants!

What happened?
Oh, as I recall a fumble.

Game over.

Let me ask you something.

Did you ever sleep with his sister?

- Fuck you.
- Did you?!

- No.
- Okay.

Then do me a favor
and let's just drop with this whole

fucking "trust me" horse shit,
okay?

Patrick: Man, you've changed.

- Carl: Yeah, I'm five years older.
- Patrick: Man, so am I.

Carl: Yeah, but, see,
you didn't get any smarter.

Oh, Goddamnit!

You got so many
fucking problems with me.

What the hell am I doing here then,
huh?

What the fucking hell
am I doing here?

You answer me that.

It's be...
It's because I'm your best friend,

- you asshole!
- No...

it's because you owe me.

Oh, okay. Fine.

Well, just get the money
and get out then.

- Yeah, fine. Good. Fine.
- Patrick: Fine.

I got the first tumbler.
Two more to go.

Carl: Can you get the last two
in 12 minutes?

Maybe, but just...

it would be a far, far better thing
if you two would quit arguing

about some 20 year old high school
football shit

and figure out a way
to buy us some more time.

Why don't we get this fat fuck
to open it, man?

- He's gotta know the combination, huh?
- Carl: Except he doesn't.

How do you know? Who are you?

Don't push your luck, fatso!
I'm having a bad day!

- Eleven minutes, guys.
- Patrick: Hey, okay, the Warden will have

two guards with him, right?

I say we take 'em. Easy.

What are you saying?
You talking about fucking killing him?

Yeah, sure. Fuck it, man.

Carl: What?
The Warden and all these people, too?

- Don't be stupid.
- Patrick: Now I'm stupid, huh?

- Yeah, and you're pissing me off!
- Ooh, we wouldn't want to piss you off.

- Would we?
- I got news for you, Buster.

I am not stupid!

You think you're so fucking smart,
huh? Huh?

You think you're so smart.

Well, who spent five years
in the slammer?

- Me or you?
- Yeah, with your gun.

You got five years
with my gun and I walked.

Well, who's the stupid one now, huh?

Well, I guess it must be me
because I didn't say a fucking word

- about my good friend, did I?
- Yeah, and you wanna know why?

Because that's what friends do
for each other.

I just don't like
anybody calling me stupid.

Not you or anybody else.

I'm not stupid. I'm smart!

- Carl: Ten minutes.
- Patrick: Come on.

Come on, you little mother fucker.
Come on.

Fuck! Oh, yeah, you're smart.

- Yeah, I am.
- Well, you failed

every fucking class.
You were in remedial everything.

- You flunked fucking gym!
- That's not what I'm talking about.

- Well, what are you talking about?
- Street smarts.

Okay, street smarts.

Okay, smart guy,
what do we do next?

Oh,
well, we should've blown the safe

- is what we should've done before.
- Yeah, which means you haven't got

- a fucking idea to save your life.
- Well, what do you got?

Come on. Let me-Let me hear it.
What you got?

Nothing. Nada. Squat.

Oh, God.

Why don't we just take 'em
when they get here?

It's very simple.
You listening to me?

Carl: We are not taking anybody.

- Call the Warden and stall him.
- I'm sure he's already on his way.

Then call him in his car.

Tell him to stop by
and pick something up for you.

- Like a... Like a pack of cigarettes.
- Well, I don't smoke.

Listen, cocksucker...

you had better think of something
and be convincing

'cause I'm getting desperate,
you understand?

Yes, I understand.

It's all right. I've got it.

Hello, Emmet. Hey, it's Joe.

I don't suppose you could stop
and pick me up

some ice cream, could ya?

Double chocolate?

Yeah, there's a 7-Eleven on the way.

If you're fucking with me, you're dead.

- What?
- What is that? You're on a diet.

Let me do this.

Yeah, I-I know I'm on a diet, Emmet.

I'm breaking it.

Yeah,
I know it's kinda weird, Emmet.

Just got a craving. That's all.

You understand.

Yeah, that'||... that'|| be great.

No, no, a pint'|| be fine.

Yeah, yeah.

Sure it's here.

Yeah, without a hitch.

All right,
I'll see you in a few minutes then.

There.

Okay...

Seven minutes
plus an ice cream stop.

- So?
- We'll see.

That was way cool, dude.
Way cool.

See,
everything's gonna be all right now.

Together we make this shit happen.
You see that?

- You just gotta believe.
- Jesus Christ.

Just shut up.

What the fuck is your problem, huh?

Don't be talking to me like that.

- Or what?
- You don't ever tell me to shut up.

Then you must have
a fucking screw loose, my friend,

because in six minutes we're gonna have
a couple of armed guards

marching in here.

If we ever get out of this
fucking nightmare

I know someone who's on my shit list.

You fellas can still just walk away

from this whole thing
without a problem.

You're never
gonna get away with this.

- Buzz: I got the second tumbler.
- Patrick: All right.

Carl: Can you get the last one
in five minutes plus an ice cream stop?

Buzz: I think so.

You're damn lucky you got me.
You know that.

- I'm the best.
- That's why I got you.

These guys will get you.

They will track you down
and kill you.

- You still have a chance here.
- Patrick: You wanna be gagged?

I'll gag you, man.

I just got two words for you,
you shut the fuck up.

I-I have to go to the bathroom.

Oh, well, you go to the bathroom.
Go on.

- Come on, knock it off.
- Patrick: Jeez!

Look, you can wait for five minutes,
can't ya?

Okay, you'll be fine.

Man: Where do I know you from?

Well, you better hope you don't
remember 'cause that means

I'd have to come back for you
and I don't wanna have to do that.

Buzz: Come on. Come on.

Come on.
Come on, motherfucker. Come on!

- Come on!
- I'm saying it for your own good.

Please, just leave now.
I beg you.

You shut the fuck up, motherfucker!

God, I'll shoot you for the fun of it.
You hear me?

Man: I understand.

Guys, four minutes.

Oh, my God!

Patrick: Shut up! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up!

- Shut up or you're next!
- Jesus Christ, Patrick!

Oh, now you really fuckin' done it.

If he's not dead, he's dying.

What the fuck else could go wrong?

You could say my name again, Carl!
Fuck!

Something's wrong!
Somebody help!

- Carl: Oh, good God.
- Woman: Help!

Well, that's terrific.
Now they're both dying!

Don't start with me, man.
You saw how it went down.

This guy was trying to get away.
I had to shoot him.

Fuck!
We've got guns on these people.

They're not supposed to be
running away.

Oh, we have got to get out of here now.

- I've just about got it.
- Carl: Jesus, that's them at the light!

Shit! What else?
It's a fucking nightmare!

What happened to the ice cream?

Patrick: We sure as shit
don't need it now.

I got it. I got it.

F.“

Carl: Jesus, it's all 5s and 10s.

Probably ain't
a quarter of a million, is it?

Let's go!

F.“

Woman: Somebody!

- Oh, fuck!
- Fuck.

Junkie cocksucker motherfucker!

There goes my watch.

Yeah, now the part of your brilliant plan
that just blew up in our fucking faces!

This is a bad time, man!
Very bad!

Fuck!

Man: Shoot him!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I'm going after him!

Patrick: Carl, come on!

Patrick:
I told you not to go back.

Why don't you ever listen to me?

Well, you were wrong about
every other fucking thing today.

Why would I think you'd be right
about that?

To fuck you every now and then.

Carl:
This couldn't have gone worse!

- Hey, we got the money, didn't we?
- I mean everything else.

Everything else don't fucking count.
We're rich.

We haven't exactly gotten away yet.

Oh, we will.

Just gotta keep the faith.

I gotta get rid of these bags.

Carl: If anybody sees me with this blood,
they'll call the cops.

Why the fuck
did you have to shoot that guy, huh?

The cops would've never
been brought into this otherwise.

- He was trying to escape.
- Oh, he was an old man.

- You could've caught him easy.
- Yeah, I didn't feel it.

- Really?
- Besides, he deserved it.

Fucking thought he could just waltz out.

Didn't think I'd waste him.

We pulled it off, man.

I gotta stash this money.

Hold up. Hold up, man.

Get rid of the money...
and find us a ride.

Where do you wanna meet?

How about Janie's?

2636 Virginia #10.
I think it's, uh...

- I think it's that way.
- All right.

- 2636 Virginia. I got it.
- Yeah.

I'll see you in a few, all right?

You cool the fuck out.
Everything is gonna be fine.

Patrick...

don't you leave me hanging.

- You'd think I'd do that?
- I don't know anymore.

I wouldn't, man! You be cool!

All right?

Oh, shit, it's them.

F.“

Hey!

Jesus,
you scared the shit outta me.

- Sorry. You're bleeding, no?
- Yeah, I know.

You run 'round all covered in blood
they'll lock you up.

Put you in a cold shower
and put that white bug powder all over ya.

- Yeah, I know.
- Here. Here.

Here. Put this on.

Thanks.

Here, put this on.

Thanks, again.

Remember, trust in the spirits.

- They're everywhere!
- Okay.

Especially in here.

F.“

Patrick:
You got five years and I walked.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Warden:
Laundry's a good business.

Patrick:
You got five years and I walked.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Warden:
Laundry's a good business.

Oh, fuck! Shut up!

Patrick:
You got five years and I walked.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Warden:
Laundry's a good business.

Patrick:
You got five years and I walked.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

Prison Guard: You'll be back.

F.“

Come on, man.

Look, the thing's running
just like a champ, all right?

- Well...
- Hell, even if you don't keep the thing,

you can sell it for ten times
what you're giving me, all right?

- Oh, come on.
- Oh, all right.

Beautiful. Hey, you got a spike?

Yeah.

Not a problem.

Everything's gonna be okay in a jiffy.

Well, if it isn't Albert fucking Einstein.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Donny.

Did I interrupt somethin'?

Gee,
I hope I didn't screw up your plans.

Maybe I should've waited, huh?

Maybe I should've waited
just a little bit longer, huh?

Maybe like five minutes?

Maybe like five...

fucking...

minutes?

That belonged to Buzz.

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F.“

Man on radio:
20-33, be advised on 27th

anyone just East of, uh, Sepulveda.

Woman on radio: Roger. Copy.

Carl.

Oh, my God, you're bleeding.

- What happened?
- I'm not gonna stay, okay?

Patrick's coming to pick me up

and then we'll... we'll get lost.

I promise you. Don't worry, I...

- I won't get you involved in any of this.
- I'm not worried.

Through here. Come on.

I knew you were doing a job.

- What was it?
- It was a heist.

We got the money,
but not all of it.

We were, uh...

- We were going for $250,000...
- Easy. Easy.

Oh, my God.

But it was more like...

25 or 30,000.

And, uh...

- A lot went wrong.
- Okay.

Three guys are probably dead.

I-I mean, I didn't kill 'em or anything,
but it was my plan

so I may as well have.

- Oh, I think I'm gonna pass out.
- Okay, okay.

Put your-Sh, Car“.!

Put your head between your legs.
That's good. That's good.

There we go. Come on.

Goddamnit.

Buzz was a friend of mine.

- Okay.
- He was my cellmate for four years.

- Okay.
- Goddamnit!

He's got a wife and kids somewhere
and now he's fucking dead

or dying and on his way to prison

like I could be real soon.

Oh, jeez, I can't...

That's good. That's good.
Let's do this.

Okay. Okay.

That's it. We're done. See?

There you go.

You Okay? Okay.

Okay. Yeah, that's good.

Here we go. Here we go.

So, what are you gonna do now?

Fuck. I don't know.

Me and Patrick'|| probably have
to take off somewhere and get lost.

Probably have to go to another country.

Oh, God, Carl.

I don't see you for 15 years
and when you show back up

you're public enemy number one.

Yeah.

Carl: Shit.

Patrick had just gotten
that type of safe down

we would've been outta there like that.

One simple piece of information.

Sounds like Patrick
really screwed this thing up.

Oh, he did.
He turned into a total fucking bonehead.

Well, I have news for you.
He's always been a bonehead.

Oh, Janie, I'm telling you
in high school...

we were kings of the universe.

Then high school ended.
We couldn't even get a fucking job.

Why are you still friends with him?

Well, he owed me
and I couldn't think of anyone else.

And now look where you are.

I'm here with you.

Not for long, though.

Patrick'|| be here any second
and then you'll leave

and disappear
and I'll never see you again.

And that's just how it goes.

Hey, hey, hey,
what's the deal with the yearbook?

Oh, I, uh...

I pulled that out when I saw you
this afternoon.

- A long time ago.
- Yeah.

- I was cute then.
- Actually, I was gonna look at my picture,

but now that you mention it,
let's just see.

Oh! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You were cute then. Look at you.

Look at you. You still are.

- You have not changed a bit.
- Oh, get out.

You really don't remember
what happened in high school do you?

What? You know... I remember I was
voted Biggest Hunk two years in a row.

- That's what I remember.
- No, no. I mean... I mean between us.

No.

Unbelievable.

Well...

we'd been going out for about a week

and, um,
you said you'd take me to the prom.

Then we were at some party
and...

we had sex in a car.

And at school on Monday
you acted like

you'd never met me before.

You never spoke to me again...

let alone take me to the prom.

Wait a minute.

Was that in a car by Cass Lake?

Yeah.

Oh, I remember you now.
You went psycho on me.

You turned
into some kind of monster.

You weren't wearing a condom
and you came.

Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't
have let me get that far.

Most girls back then didn't.

- Didn't they?
- No.

Yeah, well, I liked you, Carl!
You know, a lot!

Yeah, well, I liked you, too, Janie,
but, I mean, the way you yelled at me,

- you scared the hell outta me.
- What if I got pregnant?

Well, you didn't.

That's hindsight!

Besides, pregnant or not,
I never heard from you again.

You know, you just...
You just forgot me.

No, no, no, that is not true.

No, I did try and contact you.

Now you worked
in the high school bookstore, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well...

one day when you weren't looking...

I snuck in there...

and I signed it.

"Janie, it's really sunny. C-II.

"Janie...

I'm really sorry."

I never saw that.

Well, I'm not surprised.
I mean, it's...

pretty small.

Janie, uh...

I-I don't even know how to say this,

I'm sure it's just gonna
sound stupid,

but, uh...

do you wanna come with me?

- Where?
- Oh, I don't know.

Mexico? Australia?
It doesn't really matter.

I mean, you know,
I'll have some money.

I don't care about money, Carl.

- I never have.
- Well, we'll have some.

- What do you say?
- Go?

- With you?
- Yeah.

Um... what do you mean exactly?

Here's what I mean exactly.
You and me go somewhere together.

- |-| don't know.
- Oh, come on, Janie.

Look, I know it's a mess right now,
but a week or so from now

lying on a beach
maybe everything'|| be okay.

Pifia Coladas,
those little umbrellas in there.

- Sand in our shoes, suntan lotion.
- I don't know, this is just crazy, Carl.

I know it's crazy, Janie,
but I think you and me could be good.

Yeah, well, I always thought so.

What happens on Monday morning
when the money's gone?

- You gonna forget who I am again?
- No, I will not.

Just don't yell at me again.

Yeah, but...
what are our chances?

Well, I walk out that door without ya,
our chances are a sure-fire zero.

I don't know, Carl.

You know,
I need some time to think about it.

Well, I'm sorry, Janie,
but, uh...

I'm fresh outta time.

What about what I've been doing
for the past ten years?

- You know, what about that?
- Oh, come on. Who cares?

Shit happened to me in prison
that I'll never talk about.

Fuck it! Who cares?
That's history.

The only thing that matters is right now
between you and me.

So, come on.

What do you say?

- You're serious?
- You're damn right I am.

No, I mean, you're really serious?

You... You really want me to come?

- 'Cause...
- Janie, whoa, whoa.

Yes, I do.

Hey, what's going on?

I asked Janie to come with us.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I'll be back in a minute.
Don't go away, okay?

Okay, I won't.

- What?
- Not here. Come with me.

Get in the car.

Okay, what?

She's not coming with us, man.
She's just gonna fuck us up.

- She's coming with us!
- No, she ain't coming.

- Oh, fuck this.
- No, she ain't coming!

- Ow!
- I'm sorry.

I don't think
you're thinking straight on this, dude.

Just hear me out.

We're the dynamic duo, buddy.
Come on. We...

Remember how we used
to make shit happen?

We could pull off miracles
the two of us.

But you add somebody else into the mix
and it gets all fucked up.

- Especially a woman.
- Hey, look, you keep your nose

- outta my love life, okay?
- Oh, your love life?

- Yeah.
- Who the fuck cares about your love life?

I just shot a guy,
another guy had a heart attack,

- And Buzz got shot.
- Yeah, and who's fault is that?

You wanna point the blame?
You go right ahead,

- but we pulled it off, dude.
- Yeah, we pulled it off,

but, see, you shot a guy
and Buzz is dead.

- Maybe.
- No, probably.

Whatever.
Point is, it works better

when it's just you and me, man.

Not Buzz, not some junkie.

- Certainly not her.
- Look, Patrick, I told her...

She's a fucking whore!
She is a whore, man.

We got enough money to buy
all the whores you're ever gonna want.

What is it?
You're gonna marry her?

- Huh?
- Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

Fuck.

I'll tell you what,
you give it a month.

In a month,
if you still want her, you...

You go ahead and call her,

but right now she's not joining us, man.

She'll just get in the way
and she'll get hurt.

I'm telling you,
this is the best way, dude.

This is ridiculous.

I can't. I can't.

I can't just pack up and leave.

Go to Austria or wherever.

Can I?

Why not?

What the hell is stopping me?

Okay.

Carl!

Carl!

Carl?!

Carl? Carl?

F.“

Idiot.

There were some cops outside,
so I had Patrick drop me

around the block.

Oh, my... You're here.

Of course I'm here.

I said I'd be back in a minute.
Didn't you think I was coming back?

I-I-I-I didn't know.

You know, it didn't look like it.

Oh, Janie...

If I tell you I'm coming back,
I'm coming back for you, okay?

Okay.

- Okay.
- Oh...

So, guess what?

What?

Remember all that money
I said I had?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I don't have it anymore.

- Why not?
- 'Cause I gave it all to Patrick.

I told him to fuck off
and take it with him.

What'd you do that for?

'Cause he's a bonehead.

You know what?
He can have the money.

It's dirty. It's blood money.

So now you got a three-time loser.

Just outta prison,

pulled a heist, got no money...

and I'm on the run.

Now you wanna come?

Now I really do.

F.“

Don't you wanna stop
and pack something?

Nah.

I got everything I need.

F.“

Huh.

Oh, no.

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to Mexico S

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don't matter where we are S

♪ No one can ever love you better a'

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the way I feel about you I

♪ I'm so tired of running around I

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♪ I'm running straight for you I

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♪ Swing up around to Baton Rouge I

♪ Straight to Bogalusa Bay I

♪ Call it a big vacation I

♪ Call it a honeymoon stay I

♪ We'll dance all night I'
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♪ One thing's for sure,
ain't going back to L.A. I

♪ No one could ever love you better a'

♪ No one could feel the way
I feel about you I

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oh, my, baby I

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Ha!

F.“