Couldn't swear to it, but l'm pretty sure he did.
- Did you wave back? - l didn't have time.
l imagine you would have, though.
Buddy's sister, Regina Mary Bragg,
got two calls from Buddy in Detroit this morning.
She calls Burdon. She's also the one who called Burdon...
- and gave him Buddy's address. - So?
So what l want to know is why he still calls her even after she turned him in.
He doesn't seem to hold a grudge. What l want to know is why,
they got such a big score up north, did Foley hang around Miami for so long?
- Any thoughts on that? - None l'd like to share.
- l'll call you when l get in. - Okay.
Hey
Time is truly wasting
You know, l don't just deal product and manage fighters no more.
A lot's changed since the last time you seen me, man. lt's like l've, uh,
vertically integrated myself, you know, diversified and shit,
and now l'm into the occasional grand larceny,
- home invasion, shit like that. - Huh.
White Boy Bob right there's my all-around man, you know.
He's my personal bodyguard when l feel like l need one, driver, shit like that.
Yo, man, watch the road, White Boy! What you lookin' back here for?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- l like this car, Glenn. - Yeah.
You stole a good one, boy.
You can roll around in Ripley's neighborhood up there in Bloomfield Hills,
not get sweated by the private security.
Ain't gonna have no police on our ass, nothing like that. lt's nice, man.
Yeah.
Oh, hey, so you still haven't said how you want to do this thing.
Oh, l'm gonna tell you that as soon as we get one other brother l'm gonna need, uh,
Kenneth-- that's Moselle's brother--
along with White Boy right there.
- What? - All right, here we go, White Boy.
Uh, who's the fireman?
Ken dog.
- What's up, brother-in-law? - What's happenin', hustler?
Hey, man. This cigarette gonna bother you, Mo?
Yeah, put that thing out, all right? Ken, this is Glenn.
- Glenn, that's Kenny, the dude l was tellin' you about. - Hi.
You're the one gonna help us rip off that rich white dude?
- Yeah, that's him. - Help you?
Go ahead, White Boy.
Um, whoa, wait a minute, um, look--
Maurice, l am letting you in on this gig,
not--
- You just asked how we gonna do it, right? - Yeah.
Well, l'm telling you how, man. We the experts.
Person l'm worried about is you, Glenn.
- Me? - Yeah.
Can you step up and actually do this shit instead of just talking the talk?
Do what?
Walk into this house l got picked out.
Do this cross-dressing nigger named Eddie Solomon l used to sell to.
- Been dealing on his own. - What? When, man?
Shit, right now, son. What you think all this shit is for?
l don't need to prove shit to you, man, okay?
The Ripley job is my job. You're either in or you're not.
You wanna go pop some crack dealer pissed you off, man,
- that is your problem, not mine, fuck! - Glenn,
l know you supposed to be cool and everything, okay,
but you ain't got to give me no tone of voice.
You don't like what l'm sayin', you just bounce the fuck out this whip anywhere up in here.
Okay, l think we're forgetting that this is my whip.
l brought it up.
Shit. Hey, come on, man. lf l say this is my car, you know this is my car.
You just get yourself another one.
lf l say we in on this Ripley shit, we in on it, with or without your punk ass.
And if l say you gonna walk up in this house and do this motherfucker...
so l can see if you got any balls or not,
guess what else you gonna do?
We're here.
Tighten up your panties, boy.
- Hacksaw. Okay, l'll take that. - Oh, yeah.
- Hatchet, man. - Hatchet?
What are you gonna do with a hatchet?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's get some fire to that ass.
Look here. You want the .45 or the Glock?
Glenn?
Shit, boy.
lt was worse than you thought it was gonna be, huh?
You with the bad boys now, baby.
Let's go.
What do you think?
l think Glenn opened his big mouth and now we got ourselves another partner.
Hey, Studs, how ya doin'?
Jesus Christ, what are you guys doin' here?
Weren't you expecting us?
Where's your sunglasses? Somebody finally step on 'em for ya?
- l don't know. - Whose blood you got on your shirt?
Listen, man, these guys are crazy.
- Snoop! - Shit.
We have a problem here?
Jack Foley, famous bank robber.
Snoopy Miller, famous fight thrower.
Seems l read somewhere that you broke out of a prison down in Florida.
- ls that right? - They got a low class of people there, Snoop.
Hey, you call him that again l'm gonna put your head through the wall.
What? You mean ''Snoop''?
Nobody calls me Snoop or Snoopy anymore is what White Boy Bob is trying to tell you.
He's just a little crude with it. You know what l mean?
Nah, l left all that behind me, partner.
But you call this bozo ''White Boy.''
White Boy Bob used to be a fighter.
Oh, so tell me, what do you do now, White Boy Bob,
outside of shoot your big mouth off?
- Like being back in the yard, isn't it? - Yeah, just like it.
Nobody backing down or nothing.
You back down, you just a pussy.
- Why y'all in Detroit anyway, up here in the cold? - Glenn didn't tell you?
- Glenn? What? - l thought you guys were busted.
Why's that? 'Cause you left us standing on the side of the road?
Whoops.
Look, Snoop, l don't know what Glenn promised you,
or what you think you're going to get out of this-- here's the deal:
Buddy and l, we're going to take half of anything we get off of Ripley.
Anything else, you guys are allowed to cut up any way you want.
Oh. Why don't we talk about this outside, man?
- Nice in here. lt's warm. - Warm? lt's like 90 degrees in here, man.
Sometimes it's 100 up in this mug.
That's the way Emmanuel like to keep it.
Keep his fighters mean and lean like Tommy Hearns. Ain't that right, Kenny?
l got someplace to be anyway, so tell you what:
Why don't y'all come by the fights Friday night?
We'll sit down, chop it up, you know, look it over.
- State Theater. - All right. We'll see you then.
So it must take a lot of balls to walk into a bank and stick it up with a gun, huh?
l don't know. l never used a gun before in my life.
You're kidding.
You'd be surprised what all you can get if you ask for it the right way.
Well, you're the reason, my friend, that l don't keep all my money in the bank.
So where do you keep your money, Dick?
Talking about all those uncut diamonds you told about.
- l know what you're talking about. - You're the one with balls.
Say something like that to somebody like Glenn?
Glenn? Come on, nobody's going to believe Glenn.
- Do you believe Glenn? - Uh, no, l don't.
Besides, even if it was true, he'd still have to know where l keep 'em, wouldn't he?
Doesn't have to know anything. You told him you keep 'em in your house.
lt's a very big house. So, how much longer you in here for?
Uh, 22 months, three days, two hours.
- Why? - 'Cause l could use a guy like you.
Somebody that knows how to ask for things in the right way.
l'm talking about when you're out of here.
After all, you can't rob banks forever, can you?
- l'm not exactly a nine to five type. - Who is?
l thought everybody liked Eddie.
- How you doin', Ray? - l'm freezing.
But l'm getting warmer.
So listen, other than we had so much fun the last time we worked together,
you want to tell me why you're coming to me instead of the F.B.l.?
l go to the F.B.l., the first thing they're gonna do is send me to get some coffee.
You know what? You're right.
Ray, about a year ago, D.E.A. had a guy, Glenn Michaels, on possession with intent.
- Listen, is that your car? Find out whose it is. - They couldn't make it stick.
ln his statement, he said he was coming to Detroit to see a friend...
about job opportunities, if you can believe that.
- What was the name of the friend? - Maurice Miller,
also known as Snoopy, used to be a prizefighter.
l know Snoopy. He's a fucking wack job.
He thinks he's Sugar Ray Leonard, hangs out over on the west side...
with a couple of other first-rate nut cases.
- Well, l'm gonna need a last known address. - 2710 coming in.
- You're gonna need what? - A last known address.
That your car?
No way. l don't want you talking to Miller alone.
Come on, Ray. l'm a federal officer. l can handle myself. l'm armed.
l'll call you tomorrow with the address.
Thank you, Raymond.
You see the paper?
- lt's a terrific shot of her. - Outside of that.
Doesn't say what she's doing here, but l don't think it has anything to do with us.
She came up here on her vacation because she likes shitty weather.
Nah, l think she's after Glenn.
The girl still there?
They don't stay the whole night, Jack, unless you pay for it.
- Did you tell your sister? - Yeah, l just hung up. She prayed for me.
- Mm-hmm. And how long were you on the phone with her? - Two hours.
- And how long were you with the girl? - 45 minutes.
You didn't tell your sister about Ripley, did you?
Look, Jack, just forget about my sister, okay?
Now, if Karen Sisco is tailing Glenn, we're fucked.
Tomorrow night at the fights, we all get picked up.
Why don't we just drive by where we're meeting tonight, check it out.
And we'll go by Ripley's too, while we're at it.
- Yeah, all right. - All right.
- Athenaeum Hotel, how may l help you? - Karen Sisco, please.
- Hello, Best Western. - Karen Sisco, please.
- Moselle Miller? - What do you want?
- l'm looking for Maurice. - You find him, tell him the dog got run over.
l'm out of grocery money.
- Moselle, who you talkin' to? - Lady lookin' for Maurice.
- What does she want? - Hasn't said.
- That's not Maurice? - That's Kenneth, my brother. He's talkin' on the phone.
- Ask her what she want with him! - You ask her!
- Maurice business is none of my business. - Yeah, you damn right.
State Theater, huh? Who's fightin'?
Nigger, what?
l'm looking for somebody l think Maurice knows.
You're not with probation, one of those?
- No. - You a lawyer?
No, l'm not. l'm looking for somebody named Glenn Michaels.
Glenn? l don't know any Glenn.
He said he stayed here last November.
- Here in this house? - He said he stayed with Maurice.
Well, he ain't even here that much.
l'd like to know where he goes, but at the same time,
l don't wanna know, you understand?
Yeah.
- You say your dog was killed? - Got run over by a car.
- What'd you call him? - Was a she. Named Tuffy.
Where do you think l might find Maurice, Moselle?
l don't know. The gym, the fights.
l know he don't miss the fights. They're havin' some tomorrow down at the State Theater.
- He used to take me. - The State Theater.
Why you askin' all these questions about Maurice?
She lookin' for a man name of Glenn.
Did l ask you? Go on and do something with yourself, Moselle.
Why don't you take your ass to Dot and Etta's and get us some shrimp or somethin'?
- You're a fighter. - How you know that?
- l can tell. - Yeah, l was.
'Til l got my retina detached two times.
- What'd you fight, about middleweight? - Nah, light.
Super middleweight, once my body developed.
- What you go about, what, a bantam? - Flyweight.
Nigger, what? You know your divisions, huh?
Do you like the fights? You like the rough stuff?
Yeah, l bet you do.
You like to get down and tussle a little bit?
Like me and Tuffy, before she got run over.
We used to get down on the floor and tussle all the time.
l'd say to her, ''You a good bitch, Tuffy. Here's a treat for ya.''
And l give Tuffy what all good bitches love best, and you know what that is?
Know what that is? A bone.
l'll give you a good bone too, girl.
You're not my type.
No, that shit don't mean nothin' to me.
- l let the monster out, you gonna do what it wants. - l gotta go, Kenneth.
- Maybe we'll see each other again. - No, no, we gonna tussle first.
Awww!
Damn it! What the fuck was that?
You wanted to tussle. We tussled.
That's a big ass house.
Place almost looks like a prison.
No doubt he's got some serious security system.
Time comes, we go up, knock on the door, see if he wants to talk about old times.
- You know, the easy way. - Cool.
Think he'll let us in, we got the Snoop and that musclebound asshole with us?
Nobody's gonna be with us.
l say we go to the fights tomorrow night, see what Snoopy's big plan is,
then we go in, ahead of him, alone.
Oh, l can dig it.
Let Glenn deal with the Snoop, while we off livin' the good life.
Good life. Buddy, you know anybody who's done one last big score...
and then gone on to live the good life?
Look, Jack, there's a chance we'll walk out of here with nothin'.
l say, let fate decide.
Let fate decide? What are you, the fuckin' Dalai Lama now?
Nah, man, it's my sister.
My sister believes in fate but not hell.
That's why she stopped praying for all the lost souls,
since you don't hear that much about purgatory anymore.
But every day, she asks her boss to pray that Buddy don't fuck up.
l mean, what do you think?
- Well-- - You think there's a hell?
Yeah, it's called the Glades Correctional lnstitute.
l'm sure as shit not going back there or any place like it.
They put a gun on you, you'll go, brother.
They put a gun on you, you still have a choice.
So, Mr. Foley,
Mr. Ripley and l have had a long discussion about your role in the company,
and it was his feeling you'd be happiest working down here in Miami.
- How's that sound to you? - Sounds great.
Good. You're about a 42 long, right?
l uh, l'm about a 42--
like, 42 regular.
- Okay, let's see how she fits. - What is that?
Your uniform.
My uniform.
Mr. Foley. Mr. Foley!
Sir, sir. Excuse me, sir.
Sir! Sir, excuse me!
- You can't go in there! - Are you fucking kidding me? A security guard?
- What are you, stoned? - Hey, hey! Take it easy!
lt's all right, Peggy. lt's under control.
You know something?
l wasn't sure that you'd show up here, but l was very sure if you did,
you'd throw this job in my face.
Let me tell you something.
Every single thing you've done with your life up until this point...
in the real world means nothing.
Less than nothing.
You're a bank robber.
That's not a very marketable skill.
We don't see a lot of old bank robbers walking around...
with a pension plan, now do we?
l think you know this. That's why you're here.
Today, l've offered you...
a lousy job with a lousy wage.
You want something better? Why don't you show me you can change?
Then l'll offer you something better, a lot better.
But until then, my friend, you'll have to earn it.
How, Dick? The way you earn it?
Married some rich broad owns the company,
selling it off a piece at a time then divorcing her?
What's this Knute Rockne ''pull yourself up by the bootstraps'' bullshit?
Back in prison, a guy like you in a place like that?
You were ice cream for freaks. A goddamned dumpling.
Maurice and a dozen other guys would have bled you till you had nothing.
Until you were nothing. l saved your ass!
So you'll pardon me if l don't want to sit on a fucking stool all day,
and say, ''Sign in here, please,'' or ''Hey, pal, you can't park here.''
All right, Dick? l can't fuckin' do it, Dick!
- l'm disappointed in you. - You wanna--
Oh, here we go. What job did he promise you boys?
- There's two ways we can do this. - Yeah, what are they?
Hey, Buddy, l gotta get a better pair of shoes and some things for tomorrow.
Drop me off by the Ren Center and we'll hook up later?
Yeah, okay.
l better go call my sister.
Can l get you anything?
Yeah, l'll have a bourbon, please. Water back.
Okay.
Hey, Tad, why don't you do us again, please?
Oh, and, Celeste, put the lady's drink on our bill.
- They want to buy your drink for you. - Yeah, l get that.
- Tell them l'd rather pay for my own. - Okay.
l'll find out.
Excuse me.
My associates and l, we made a little bet...
on what you do for a living.
And l won. Hi. l'm Phillip.
lf it's okay with you, Phillip, l'd rather just have a quiet drink and leave.
Don't you want to know what l guessed? How l know what you do for a living?
Really, Phillip, l don't want to be rude. l just want to be left alone.
lt's a little cold over there.
Excuse me. l think l know why you're depressed.
lf l can offer my observation.
See, l got a hunch you're the new sales rep,
and the client's not exactly knocked out by the fact that a young lady--
even one as stunning as yourself-- is handling the account.
Am l close?
l'm Andy.
We're all ad guys. Flew in this morning from the apple-- New York.
Came in to pitch Hiram Walker Distillery.
Little test market campaign for the new margarita mix.
lt's really pretty interesting. We take this, um,
Mex-- um, Hispanic bandito...
with his bullet belts and everything, and the big Chihuahua hat,
and he pulls out his six-guns,
- and these guys back here-- - Andy.
Really. Who gives a shit?
- Do you want to tell me what happened? - Beat it, Andy.
Andy.
What'd you do?
- Can l buy you a drink? - Yeah, l'd love one.
Sit down.
l'm Gary.
l'm Celeste.
- lt takes forever to get a drink. There's only one waitress. - l can go to the bar.
- Oh, don't go. - Are those guys bothering you?
No, they're fine. l mean, you just got here.
Here, help yourself.
- You like bourbon? - l love it.
We got that out of the way. Tell me, Celeste, what do you do for a living?
l'm a sales rep, and l came here to call on a customer,
but they gave me a hard time 'cause l'm a girl.
ls that how you think of yourself?
- As a sales rep? - As a girl.
- Yeah, l don't have a problem with it. - l like your hair.
- l like your outfit. - Actually, this is my second favorite outfit.
l had a first favorite, but it got ruined and l had to get rid of it.
- You did? - lt smelled.
- Really? Having it cleaned didn't help? - No.
So tell me, Gary, what do you do for a living?
- How far do you want to go with this? - Don't say anything yet.
l don't think it works if we're somebody else.
l mean, Gary and Celeste, what do they know about anything?
- Well, this is your game, l've never played before. - lt's not a game.
lt's not something you play.
Well, does this make any sense to you?
lt doesn't have to. lt's something that happens.
lt's like seeing someone for the first time-- like you could be passing on the street,
and you look at each other and for a few seconds...
there's this kind of a recognition-- like you both know something.
The next moment, the person's gone,
and it's too late to do anything about it.
And you always remember it, because it was there, and you let it go,
and you think to yourself, ''What if l had stopped? lf l had said something?''
''What if?''
And it may only happen a few times in your life.
- Or once. - Or once.
How'd you find me?
Uh--
Called your room from downstairs.
Oh.
And if l had answered, what were you gonna say?
l would say who l was, and do you remember me, and want to meet for a drink?
lf l remembered you. l came here looking for you.
All right, so then l would have said yes, but for all you know,
l could have had a SWAT team waiting for you-- why would you trust me?
lt'd be worth the risk.
- You like taking risks. - So do you.
You know, sooner or later--
You really wear that suit.
Well, that's not what you were about to say.
- Remember how talkative you were in the trunk? - Mm-hmm.
- Adele said you do that when you're nervous. - Oh, she did, did she?
-You kept touching me, feeling my thigh. -But in a nice way.
You know, that Sig you took from me was special.
My dad gave it to me for my birthday.
Yeah?
What were you going to do with me?
l hadn't really worked that part out yet.
All l knew is that l liked you, and that l didn't wanna...
leave you there on the side of the road and never see you again.
Then you waved to me in that elevator.
Yeah, l wasn't sure if you caught that.
l couldn't believe it. By that time l had been...
thinking about you a lot...
and just wondering what it would be like if we met,
if we could take a time-out.
l was thinking the same thing.
l kept thinking, ''What if we took a time-out?''
lf we... just spent some time together.
- You know, l saw you on the street. - Where?
Outside Adele's.
- You went to see her? - To warn her about Chino.
- So she did help you. - l don't think we should get into that.
You're right. And l won't ask about Buddy,
or what you guys are doing in Detroit, or if you've run into Glenn Michaels yet--
Okay, now, don't talk like that, because you scare me.
- Let's get out of here. - Yeah.
There's something l want you to know.
l wasn't just looking for a fuck, if that's what you're thinking.
- Or, l was-- - Why are you mad?
l was looking for some kinky thrill-- you know, score with the bank robber.
-The way some women go for rough trade-- -All right.
Now l can say that l fucked a U.S. marshal. Do you think l will?
l don't know.
Mm-hmm.
Come here.
l know a guy...
walks into a bank with a bottle, tells everybody it's nitroglycerine.
He scores some cash off of the teller.
On his way out, he drops the bottle. lt cracks on the floor.
He slips in it. He smacks up his head. They get him.
The nitroglycerine was canola oil.
l know more fucked-up bank robbers than ones that know what they're doing.
l doubt one in ten could tell you where the dye pack is.
Most bank robbers are fucking morons.
For you to go to bed with one for kinky thrills,
like you were saying, makes you as dumb as they are.
Now, you are not dumb.
Why would you think that? Why would you think that l would think that?
You're not dumb.
Well, l don't know about that.
l mean, you can't do three falls and think you have much of a brain.
Come here.
You're getting serious on me now.
Tryin' not to.
l just want to know what's gonna happen.
You know.
Put it together now. Put it together! Upstairs and downstairs.
- He don't want to see you downstairs! - Man, you drink like a bitch!
He don't want to see you-- Get your tussle on. Joe, get your tussle on!
Yeah, don't let him out that corner.
Don't let him out, now.
Hey, you know what? l gotta go take a pee.
What are you tellin' us for? You want somebody to hold your pecker?
Do that work, Joe!
Put it together now, Joe!
That's it, baby!
Take him deep! Oh, oh, my God, l love it.
Put him to sleep, Joe! Put him to sleep, Joe!
Sit down, Kenny. That's it! That's it!
- You tryin' to steal this car, Glenn? - Don't, don't, don't!
Oh, my God, l can't believe this!
Another one of those days, huh? Nothing seems to be going right.
- l don't have the keys to the car. - l see that.
No, l mean l am not fucking stealing the car!
- You're not? - No, l already stole it a week ago,
whenever it was, in West Palm.
So l can't be stealing it again, can l?
- Put your hands on the wheel, please. - Okay, so now you're gonna...
bust me for pickin' up a car, what the--
For the car, for aiding and abetting a prison escape,
and for conspiring to do whatever you came here for.
Listen to me. These guys, they're gonna be out here any minute looking for me,
and they're fucking animals, man.
What's going on, Glenn?
Nothing. l just wanna get the fuck outta here.
l thought this whole thing was your idea.
Okay, ripping off Ripley was my idea,
but these guys, they are in a whole other level of their own.
- Ripley, the Wall Street guy? - Yeah, the plan was...
to pick him up at his office tomorrow...
and drive him out to his house in Bloomfield Hills.
And now l don't give a shit what the guys do, you know?
- And Foley was part of this. - Yeah, he's supposed to be, but he hasn't showed up yet,
- which is good for him. - Why?
Because Maurice is gonna kill him.
Like, try to collect the reward money or something.
But you say he hasn't shown up yet. You think he backed out?
l don't know. He doesn't exactly confide in me.
l wonder why.
Okay, if you're gonna do this, let's do it and get out of here.
l am freezing my ass off!
lf you wanna get out of here, run. lt'll warm you up.
Oh, ha, ha.
Really?
l swear to God, Glenn, if l find out that you are lying to me, l--
l know, you will find me. l believe it.
Hey, know what l was thinkin'?
lf you didn't drive me to the federal court last summer,
you wouldn't even know who l am.
lf l didn't know you, Glenn, by tomorrow you'd be in jail or dead.
Think of it that way. Now run.
Yeah! Yeah!
l'm tellin' you, man, the money is here.
- Snoop. - Hey, it's the bank robbers.
Y'all missin' the fights, man. Pull up a chair.
- Who's sittin' here? - Oh, that's your homey, Glenn, man.
But he bounced to the bathroom a couple minutes ago...
- and we ain't seen him since. - Must've fell in, man.
No doubt.
Yeah, sent these two looking for him. They came back shaking their heads.
Well, if he left his coat and he's been gone a while, then--
- Car's here, man. l checked. - Yeah.
- All right. We're leavin'. - Leavin'?
- What the fuck, Foley? - Stupid, you know where Glenn is.
- Look, what you worried about Glenn for, what he know? - l thought everything.
No, Glenn know everything that's supposed to happen tomorrow.
Now, he may run and tell somebody that, but that don't mean shit.
Glenn don't know l changed the plan.
lt's happenin' tonight. Soon as we leave here.
Go back by the house, pick up some shit we gonna need, and we just gonna do it.
- Give me a minute to talk to Buddy. - You got two minutes, that's all.
- Make up your mind, Foley. - l wasn't asking permission.
- You know they're gonna set us up. - l get that feeling, yeah.
You think you can get to the diamonds before they do?
l'll make you a deal. You get outta here right now.
l'll do the job with Snoop. l'll meet you anywhere you want, give you half.
-Half for doin' what? -Gettin' me out of Glades, for starters.
Who's gonna watch your back?
All right, White Boy. House call.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Ready to do this, baby? - Ready for whatever.
Cool. My shit always work.
Perennial Plumbing.
Somebody in the house called.
You don't know what you're talking about, because no one was here.
- Let's go skiing. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You still got time to take me up on my offer.
And leave you alone with these assholes?
- Raymond Cruz. - Ray, it's Karen Sisco. l'm at Ripley's house.
l just saw Maurice Miller and four other suspects force their way into the house.
They're armed. l'm gonna need backup.
- Who are you? - l work here.
l'm the maid. Fuck off!
- That's exactly what l'm gonna do: fuck you, then off you. - Hey, not yet.
- Where Ripley at? - He isn't here.
- Out for the evening or some shit? - He's in Florida-- Palm Beach.
- When's he due back? - What difference does it make? You gonna wait for him?
Mr. Ripley's down for the season. Christmas to Easter.
Stop that shit, man.
You're here all by yourself?
That's right. Just me.
- Where Ripley's safe at, keeps his valuables in? - l don't have any idea.
l fuckin' bet you don't.
We gonna take a look upstairs in the man's bedroom, all right?
You and Mr. Buddy look at all the rooms down here.
Check the paintings, behind the walls.
Check the fuckin' walls in the closets. The man's got a safe. lt's here somewhere.
What about his place down in Florida?
lf you called, we could have checked the walls down there before we left.
That is, if you'd bothered to find out where he was. You follow me?
Man, take this bitch upstairs.
Upstairs!
Listen, you try and trip any alarms, anything like that,
you gonna be a dead Hazel, you understand me?
- Hey, hey, where we at? Where is it? - Over there.
- Ever wear one of these? - l don't ski.
Keep an eye on the maid. l'll have a look around.
Go sit down. Please.
Damn, Mo. How's this motherfucker livin', man? Shit!
Check behind the pictures on the walls, man.
Hey, Mo. Found some rubbers.
White Boy, why the fuck you lookin' under the mattress?
You know dude ain't gonna hide no diamonds under there.
Damn! Dumb 'bama motherfucker.
- Where Foley at, man? - He's checkin' the other rooms like you said, boss.
Man, keep a eye on Foley.
Ken, stop fuckin' with the radio. Put on a CD.
- l don't recognize none of these bands, Mo. - Just pick somebody.
What, ''How To Sing Like Michael Bolton''?
What the fuck you wanna listen to, huh?
- l like Schubert. - Schubert? Well, l don't.
Uh, Foley?
Cool.
911 got you on hold, Richard?
- Foley! - How you doin'?
What in God's name is happening here?
- Who's upstairs? - Snoopy Miller, couple of his friends.
- Maurice, from Lompoc? - Yup.
Have they got Midge up there?
What kind of a man lets a woman answer the door this time of night?
We thought it was her husband. He comes here and checks up on her.
l'm supposed to be down in Florida.
ln a few minutes, you're gonna wish you were. Let's go, come on.
Why don't you sit down? We'll have a look at your fish.
Oh, that's workin'. That's workin'.
Motherfucker! l found the safe, yo!
Don't go nowhere.
- Oh, shit! We gonna have a party! - Look at that bitch.
They found the safe.
- Fuck. - Buddy, you remember Richard, don't you?
- Yeah, hi. Nice house. - Thank you.
Yeah, man. We just all hit this handle,
blow this sucker wide open, man.
Uh-huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's get ready.
Oh, Dude-- you're gonna kill me with that.
- Where you been, man? - Found some steaks.
- Steaks? - Yeah, some big ones, bro.
Man, come on. Blast this damn safe open, man.
- He's down there lookin' for food. - Fool.
All right. Hold it. No. Get to the side, man. All right.
On three. One, two, three.
- Jesus Christ, they're shooting Midge! - Sit down, Dick.
They're trying to open up the safe, not your maid.
Oh, shit.
Man, we didn't even crack this sum' bitch.
- Okay, hit the hinges. - Uh-huh.
Put your finger in your ear, man. This is gonna be loud.
All right, on three. One, two--
The combination is 3-10-44.
- Richard's birthday. - Thank you.
Are they dead?
We gotta find Foley, man.
Can't believe you're still angry with me after all this time.
l'm not angry with you, Richard. ln fact, l'm completely relaxed.
The thing is, l can't figure if it's the fish that are cooling me out,
or all those uncut diamonds in the bottom of the tank, there.
Goddamn.
Dumb-fuck Glenn was right. You got about 5 million worth in there?
Five point two.
They just look like plain ol' rocks!
They sure do. You wanna grab 'em, Buddy?
lf l were you, l'd get up and run.
- l'm not leaving Midge. - Don't be an asshole. They're gonna kill you.
Well, if that's my fate then so be it, but l'm not leaving her. l'm in love with her.
- Come on, Jack. - Good luck, Richard.
- Come on, Jack. - Shit. They're gonna rape that maid, aren't they?
By the look of those guys, they'll rip her too.
- Then they're gonna kill 'em. - At least.
Rip, Rip.
- Tricky motherfucker. - Are those my suits?
Naw. These are my suits. Look at you, man.
Where you been hidin', Dick?
We made it, didn't we?
- All you gotta do is get in the van, baby. - l'm goin' back in.
- l'm goin' with you. - No, you dump the van, meet me at the airport.
- l'll get one of Ripley's cars. - Jack--
The shit that's about to go down here, you'll be on the phone with your sister for a month.
- All l'm sayin' is we're square. - Here.
Yep.
Jack.
Get outta here.
- Get that shit off. - Get your hands off me!
Fuck you, shut up! Nobody's gonna help you.
- Midge! - Fuck Midge, man. Where the jewels at, Dick?
- Foley-- Foley's got them. Go after Foley! - Where the fuck is Foley, man?
Midge?
- Midge! - Sit your punk ass down, man.
- Ooh, goddamn! - Son of a bitch!
Man, take the front stairs. l'm gonna take the back.
- You all right? - Where's Richard?
He's downstairs. You wait here.
Hold it, asshole. Drop the gun.
Drop it!
Put the damn gun down, now.
Now!
Put it down!
Stay right there. Don't move. Maurice!
l got Foley!
Maurice!
Ain't got another clip l can use, do you?
No, l don't.
- You ain't never shot a gun before, have you? - Not until recently, no.
- You a little nervous? - Little bit, yeah.
You know, a situation like this has a high potentiality...
for the common motherfucker to bitch out.
So l figure, why take a chance?
Bitch!
- Aw, sh--! - Motherfucker!
Stop! Put your hands in the air!
Jack?
- l know you're up there. - Shit!
- Where's Kenneth? - He's up here.
He's dead.
- Come on, Jack, don't. - Pretend it's not me.
- You think l'd shoot you? - lf you don't, somebody else will.
What're you now? A desperado?
- Put the gun down. - l'm not goin' back.
Jack, please, don't make me do this. Put the gun down.
Damn it, Jack, put the gun down!
No more time-outs.
You win, Jack.
- l can't shoot you. - You did. You shot me.
You know what l mean.
l'm sorry. l wish things were different.
Airport.
Yeah, they don't know yet if they want to bring him up on the homicides.
l doubt if they will. They'll just put a detainer on him.
When they're through with him here, he'll go back to Florida.
Are you gonna go get him?
lt's possible. Why?
Well, you know, l was just thinkin'.
You can have a nice time with him on the ride down,
picking up where your interlude or whatever you call it left off,
and then you can throw him in the shithouse.
He knew what he was doing.
Nobody forced him to rob banks.
My little girl-- the tough babe.
l'll call you later.
Good-bye.
Jack.
l got you a present.
Something for the road.
l'm gonna have to take it away, though, soon as the ride is over.
Jack Foley? Meet Hijirah Henry.
What kind of a name is Hijirah?
- lt's lslamic. - What's it stand for?
The ''Hijirah'' was Mohammed's flight from Mecca in 622.
- His flight? - Brothers in Leavenworth gave me that name.
You were in Leavenworth, huh?
- For a time. - Meaning?
- Meaning, time came, l left. - You busted out.
l prefer to think of it as an exodus from an undesirable place.
- How long before they caught up with you? - That time?
- There were others? - Yeah. That was the ninth.
The ninth?
Well, ten if you count that prison hospital in Ohio l walked away from.
- You done a lot of walkin', Henry. - Hijirah.
Hijirah. Now we're off to Glades.
Yeah, it looks that way.
l was supposed to leave last night with the lady marshal,
but for some reason she wanted to wait.
- She did, huh? - Guess it's cheaper taking two of us down in one van.
Could be. Maybe she thought we had a lot to talk about.
Really? Like what?
l don't know. Long ride to Florida.
lt's your thing Do what you wanna do
l can't tell ya who to sock it to
lt's your thing Do what you wanna do
l can't tell ya who to sock it to
lf you want me to love you maybe l will
Believe me, woman it ain't no big deal
Ah, you need love now just the same as l do
Makes me no difference now who you give your thing to
Ah, it's your thing Do what you wanna do
l can't tell ya who to sock it to
lt's your thing Do what you wanna do now
l can't tell ya who to sock it to
Ahhhh, stay
All right
Lord, have mercy
Ahhhh, it's your thing Do what you wanna do
Ooh, l can't tell ya who to sock it to
Hit me, man, it's your thing Do what you wanna do
l can't tell ya who to sock it to
l'm not tryin' to run your life
l know you wanna do what's right
Oh, give your love, girl to whomever you choose
How can you lose with the stuff you use
lt's your thing Do what you wanna do
l can't tell ya who to sock it to
lt's your thing, yeah Do what you wanna do
Don't let me tell ya who to sock it to
Let me hear ya say lt's my thing
- lt's your thing - l do what l wanna do
l can't tell ya