So, I'm dead...
and I think it's because of this redhead.
Do you know who I am, Jake?
The Antichrist?
I'm just a guy looking for some answers.
Hey, you know, pal, ain't we all?
Things are probably gonna end bad for you tonight, Jake.
Yeah, I'm starting to get that feeling.
Is your life flashing before your eyes?
Honestly? Just the last three weeks.
It's not a bad place to start.
Calm down, okay? I'm sorry.
I lost my head in there, I don't know what happened.
You fucking shot him, that's what happened.
What other fucking choice do I have? The motherfucker was gonna welch.
Did you not hear him? Did you not see him?
I can't be here, man, do you understand me?
- I can't fucking be here! - Listen to me, all right?
It went to shit, that happens sometimes.
- Oh, fuck, man! - You're not listening, Lionel.
We can still get through this, we still have some time,
but I need you to use your fucking head,
and I need you to trust me.
Can you do that?
- (police sirens blare) - Let's go!
Jake: Come on, let's hustle it up.
Come on, grab his feet, will you?
Lionel, he's dead, all right? Maybe you didn't pull the trigger,
but you were standing right there and you saw me do it.
Now grab his fucking legs.
Bartender: Tick-tock.
Hey, you wanna help, then help. If not, shut your piehole.
Your mess!
Jake: Do me a favor, please, shut your fucking mouth.
My place.
Maybe now, you'll shut the fuck up.
Please!
You think this kind of shit hasn't happened here before?
Given, it's usually on Wednesday and usually I tell the cops,
"No, officer, I didn't get a good look at the shooters."
Usually, anyway...
I swear to God, I didn't see anything.
You let me go, I won't say a word, I promise.
Don't get hysterical on us, sweetheart, all right?
I can't fucking be here!
Then you know what, Lionel, maybe you should go.
What about the money?
What about this situation makes you think
I can answer that question, right now?
Fuck! Fuck!
(screams)
(police sirens blare)
Cop #1: Freeze!
Freeze, you motherfucking cocksucking scumbags!
All right, guys, stop waving those things...
What took you so fucking long? Jesus Christ!
It's like 100 degrees in here and I'm lying in this shit forever.
What the fuck! You guys were late, we had to go to a Mexican stand-off.
We had to go to gunplay. Gentlemen, that isn't our racket.
We were busy fighting crime.
You're keeping the streets safe from pedophiles and drug dealers?
Oh! Goddamn it.
I told you, you're using too much powder, look at my fucking shirt.
I understand, but you know something?
You don't get the nice splatter effect.
Look at this splatter effect.
The ones with blood come out of your cut.
- I can live with that. - Hey, Jake,
when do I get to play the inside?
Gordo plays the inside. You are the shill, you know that.
Yeah, but come on, all I do is cry and get insulted here.
What are you talking about?
You should get a fucking Academy Award for the shill work you do.
Jake: Big Al, does anyone do it better than you?
Come on, we've got a good thing going here.
You want to jinx us by changing things?
Yeah, you're right, I don't want to jinx anything.
Of course I'm right. Here you go, that's your cut.
- Thank you. - Good work, paisan.
- What? - It's a lot of cash.
He came up with it awfully quick.
Did you see how quickly he got out of here?
- He's not coming back, it's over. - Okay, fine.
I've gotta pinch a loaf. Did anybody mess up the hoop?
- It's clean. - Gentlemen,
10%, your cut. Enjoy!
You guys got a lot of sack, man. I'll give you that much.
It's confidence. Just confidence.
It doesn't matter what the con is.
Insider trading, a line we got at a bookie club,
insurance scam, whatever.
You've seen the money and you want it. More of it.
So who cares if you have to bend the rules a little bit?
As long as nobody gets hurt.
But then somebody does.
- (gunshot) - (scream)
Tommy Suits always said, "A confidence game
is like putting on a play, where everyone knows their part.
The inside man, the roper, the shills,
everyone, that is, except for the mark."
So now you're an accomplice in a homicide.
Everything you thought you were in control of,
just flew out the window, or is dripping down your leg.
You should be running out the door,
desperate to forget that this ever happened,
and ready to repent your greedy ways.
What about the money?
Jake: Then there it is again, that itch.
There's a guy standing in front of you with a smoking gun,
another guy on the floor bleeding all over the place,
and all you can do is think about the money.
You're a sick twisted fuck.
So we gotta make sure we give you the blow off.
We have to make sure that you never ever come looking for us again.
We have to get you off of our backs, forever.
(police sirens blare)
That's why we give you the fix.
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
LAPD's finest.
Half as smart and twice as crooked
- as the guy they just chased away. - Freeze! Motherfucking scumbags...
Sucking-fucking cocksuckers!
Man: Grifters.
We all can't be model citizens such as yourself.
- It's all about the money, isn't it? - Ain't it always?
Jake: That's what makes us run.
- What's your name? - Dutch.
- And despite what they say... - I love that name.
- Me too. - It can buy you love.
Check it out, original leather seats,
soft top, and you're gonna love this, suicide doors.
- Nice!
Jake: It can say everything about you.
It can erase all those things about you, you wish didn't exist.
It's Alphonse. I wanna settle up.
No, I haven't been ducking you.
I told you, I get it.
Jake: It can make you think you're on top of the world.
And if you believe that money can do all that for you,
you are the perfect mark.
Oops!
Wasn't it Jack Kerouac who said,
"If you own a rug, you own too much."
I don't necessarily like Kerouac,
and driving cross-country isn't my idea of a good time,
but the guy's got a point.
(answering machine) ...three messages.
Hey, it's Monica, Bill. I'm still dizzy from the other night. Call me.
Hi Scott, Just thought I'd call you and tell you I'm back.
You know the number, it's Kate, by the way.
Bruce, it's Cheryl, if you don't want to see me, just say so.
But this is the last time I'm calling.
Jake: If you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose.
But when it comes to money, whether it's finding it or losing it,
you just have to remember how much of it is just luck.
Oops!
Jake: Just dumb fucking luck.
(door slams open)
Mr. Dolby?
Mr. King would like a word with you.
- Now? Right now? - We have a car waiting.
(phone ringing)
- Hello. - You better get over to Al's now.
- For what? - (dial tone)
Hello?
Nothing. Who the fuck?!
There's a couple hundred bucks on his dresser. All of his shit's here.
This definitely wasn't a random thing.
Is it ever a random thing?
Shit, Al. What did you do?
- Let's just think about this... - Gordo: This fucking town, man.
Jesus Christ, I had a bad feeling about LA.
Didn't I say that? This damn fucking town!
Gordo, now is not the time for that, all right?
I'm sorry, I'm just a little...
Jesus Christ. Look at what they did to him, Jake.
Right in the middle of his egg foo yung.
Think they know about us? What if they get to us too?
Don't start freaking out, okay?
Let's get Al out of here first. Miles, get a blanket or something.
No, we're going to leave him right here.
What are you, high?
We're not leaving Al here.
Gordo: Grab that end, now. Grab it, Miles!
Jake: Miles, pick up the table and put it back.
Gordo, let go of the fucking rug. I said we're leaving him here.
Drop it.
Fuck you! How long have we worked with this fucking guy?
I'm not going to just fucking leave him here! All right?
Gordo, get a fucking grip.
We're leaving him here.
Jake: Big Al used to send money to his father,
a Vietnam vet slowly losing his mind in a VA hospital in Cleveland.
- Al was like that. - Now you coming?
Jake: That's why Al never played the inside.
There he is. So what do you hear?
Well, Lionel Dolby came down with a sudden case of drowning last night.
They just pulled him out of the Silverlake reservoir.
Now I know why he was such a good rope.
I mean, cash, that much, and we never had to put him on the send?
Turns out this fucking mope is an accountant for the King.
The what? Who's that?
The cash we fleeced off him was collection money.
Bookies, pushers, you know, whatever.
He was supposed to take that money and give it back to the King
earlier yesterday, like he does every Thursday,
except this time that fucking stenad figured he could make
a little something off of us and still get the money back to King
before anybody says, "Boo."
- Okay, what's a king? - Currently?
A very large-type pole stuck right up our asses, Miles.
- Mob? - No.
No. Independent.
Winston King.
He likes to call himself "The King."
How'd they get to Al?
It's beautiful.
Last night Al calls some bookie out in Redondo,
tells them he's got the cash to settle up.
Because, apparently he's been ducking this guy for like a month.
Classic fucking Al, right?
So the bookie asks where he's got this money, all of a sudden.
Does Al tell this guy that he just cashed a fucking bar mitzvah bond?
That he's been giving head for 20 bucks a pop? No.
No.
The fucking idiot starts going on and on about how
this job he just pulled, how he fleeced Dolby...
how he fleeced...
- You pissed we didn't get credit? - No, no, no.
That was the only semi-fucking smart thing he said.
Except, anybody that's ever met Big Al
knows the only thing he's comfortable doing alone
is eating.
So this guy tells that guy, that guy tells some other guy,
eventually it gets back to someone who works for the King and...
Shazaam.
Any idea who the shooter was?
Specifically? I don't know.
But, I'm sure they're looking for us, too.
All right, just an idea, let's divvy up the cash and split.
Excuse me. Are you new? Is that the thing? Is he new?
Miles, this guy holds a grudge better than my ex-mother-in-law.
You remember that Moshe Macelli? That Jew-Italian guy from Boston?
They used to call him Matzo Mazzarelli? Remember that?
The guy with the face spaz?
It's called a facial twitch, Miles.
And the guy was not born like that, you know.
Five years ago, Matzo was turf-fixing for the King at Santa Anita,
and he skimmed two grand before skipping town.
Five years later King finally catches up to him,
keeps him chained in his fucking bathroom for like five days.
Oh, God.
Now just say the word King, and he spits up all over himself.
- Jesus! - Pathetic.
Even words like Vi-king and shrin-king, they set the guy off.
That's a five-year grudge over $2000.
So we go talk to him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, You wanna give the money back?
- I didn't say that. - Pittsburgh.
Madrone.
Pittsburgh is where it's happening.
Bird flew into my house last night, too.
Not a good sign, Gordo.
Jake: The Euclid was our place.
Gordo fleeced the deed off some jack-off in a card game.
We used it every now and then for a rag, but mostly it was our office.
Our power point.
What are you doing?
Where the hell's that going?
- We want insurance? - Jesus Christ, Miles.
I'm just asking.
Just mail it.
Yeah, I'm looking for the King, please.
Just tell him it's regarding an accounting problem.
Yeah, he'll know.
Hollywood and Vine? Okay.
- When? - Two hours from now.
- But just me. - Fuck that. We're going too.
Let's all just put our dicks back in our pants for a second, okay?
Is this the best thing to do, Jake?
How do you know the King is going to let you walk, Jake?
'Cause I'm getting a ride.
Don't be dicking around in there, okay?
And if he shoots you or stabs you or causes you to bleed profusely,
call a cab, 'cause your ass ain't getting back in here.
Thanks, guys.
We appreciate your punctuality. Mr. King is expecting you.
Lupus!
You said to pat him down, so I'm patting him down.
It only takes a moment to be polite.
My apology, Mr. Vig. If you wouldn't mind?
- So you the guy that got Big Al? - Nope.
Mr. King farms out that kind of work. Please.
After you.
Wait with the ladies.
Harlin.
Okay, now you see that right there?
Find out who she is. Make a note. I think it's channel 42 or 3.
- A little harder. - The girls are here and the kid.
Also got the Seldin brothers with a shipment.
- Bring them in. - Which?
- Whatever. - The brothers, the girl or the kid?
Oh that's good. Whoever. Come on. I'm getting a massage, Harlin.
You got it, boss.
Jake, ladies.
Harlin, I think I bet that dog.
Go! Go! Go!
Hey.
Well, look it here.
- Hi, girls. - Girls: Hi.
So, are you two together?
We're sisters.
I like sisters!
Jake, I can't quite see. Why don't you move a little bit,
so that I can check them out then you can check them out?
Thanks.
- Sisters, huh? - Mm-hmm.
- And you're over 18? - Yeah.
Harlin, let's see what the sisters can do.
- Put them in the booth. - Ladies.
Harlin: Oh, by the way, he had an escort.
LAPD.
That's a little overreacting, I'm not gonna hurt you.
It's just a little insurance, that's all.
Uh-huh. So, they're on the take for you.
Shh. You must be pretty good if you got cops driving you around.
Is that because you look so innocent,
and you're kind of cute there aren't you?
Yeah, it's something like that.
So what do you do, tiger?
You just con people out of their money?
There is actually some technique to it.
You mean, like... style.
Yeah, it helps, don't you think?
No, style is at the end of my list, I'll tell you why,
when I was a young man like you just starting out,
my first big score, this guy we robbed.
I think his name was... Chinatown Schmidt!
It was nothing big, my end was about $800.
The first thing I did, I go out and get myself a suit, right?
Yeah, I looked good. It was like white.
It was white. It was white white.
White, white, white, white, white!
Oh, I looked good, man.
I walked down the street, everybody was checking me out.
- Male and female. - I'm sure they did.
Anyway, the first day I wore it out,
October, it was still hot out.
We were kicking back in Malibu and Chinatown Schmidt, right?
He catches up with us, so two guys roll by and boom, boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Six of us, scatter, man. The dust settles.
Everybody's checking their fingers and their toes.
And who is the one guy that got hit, sailor?
You know why?
White suit!
I was the first thing they saw, I was the first thing they aimed at.
I was the first thing they hit.
So what did I learn that day, Jake?
Don't wear white after Labor Day, maybe?
No. Sometimes, Jake,
style can get you killed.
Harlin: Mr. King, the girls are ready!
Oh great! Wait, sport, you're gonna love this.
- You ever been here before? - No, it's not really my thing.
Oh, you don't know that. Tuesday we got Disco Night,
Wednesday is that electronic music shit,
Thursdays are Gay and Lesbian Night.
That is very tasteful, by the way. Ow! Ow! Ow!
Lupus, I want you to get me... Lupus!
Goddamn it, you're looking at them or you're working for me?
I want you to get me an espresso, please, and tell that bitch
to give me back my slippy dips. Come on. Now!
Let me ask you something, why one of my guys?
Why Lionel Dolby?
My six-year-old nephew could con anything out of that dude. Why?
Look, if we knew Dolby was connected to you,
we'd never have gone near him, so I apologize for any inconvenience.
Honest mistake, all right?
It's just something between two guys that don't know each other yet.
So we're gonna make an exchange of the money
and all will be forgiven. Isn't that right?
- No. That I won't do. - Won't?
You won't. You won't.
I want you to look very hard at me, motherfucker, and tell me why.
Let me rephrase that. That I can't do.
Because A, I don't have the money, and B, you killed one of my guys.
One of your guys. That's four-spot, right?
- Yeah. - Four.
One of your guys, huh?
I gotta take a pill, or I'm all over the place.
- This is confidential, right? - Yeah.
Mm! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey, stop it! Stop that right now!
They can't hear me. Harlin, get them outta there, Goddamn it.
Down! Down! Shit, man.
How do you like that? They're sisters.
Let me ask you something. I want a straight answer now.
You did not know that Dolby was connected to me?
- You heard me before. - But it's so important
that you don't stray from the truth in this one little part.
I didn't know.
You're a good grifter, man.
It's hard to tell when you're lying.
But I'm getting there. Come here, girls.
Now listen, it's the first time I've ever put girls in the booth.
Usually, they work their way up.
You're gonna go work on your routine, you know why?
Because you're saying that you are sisters.
- Mm-mm, We are sisters. - Shh.
- We're very close. - Let me talk. Let me talk.
- You don't like what we're doing? - Of course I like what you're doing
but I like it done with artistry, with grace,
and that means, if you're gonna eat each other,
you must find a way to do it tastefully, okay?
These are people here, they've got families, all right?
- Okay. - You understand? Then go work!
- Go on. Go on! - Ladies.
Tell me this,
how are you and I gonna resolve our shit?
I get you what I owe you,
plus interest, by going on the grift for you.
I like that. Okay, sit down. Put your baby cakes down here,
that cute little Irish muscle ass you got.
Look, I came here to do a deal,
not play grab-ass with you, you freak, all right?
- Humor. - You heard my proposal
- Humor, Jake, junior, buster, humor. Come on.
You wanna get out of here I gotta open up the place.
Come on, sit down. Business. Come on.
All right. Here's what l...
- you don't want to sit closer? - No, I'm fine over here, thank you.
All right.
Can I see your hand?
You got a big hand. Let me see your hand, I'm not gonna bite you.
Look at that hand, man. You should have been a pianist,
or a guitarist, look at the size of that.
Wow. See this?
That's your love line. That's your money line.
And that's looking very very good.
And that's your life line, going all the way down...
Uh-oh.
You see that little gap there.
It means that at one point you could have a little trouble.
But it's up to you to make it better.
I want you to talk to me and I want you to make me happy.
And I don't want you to scare me.
You do not want to scare me, junior.
What's gonna happen, now?
I play a con. You get a cut, I get a cut.
We get square.
And I give you the who and you give me the how, right?
And you can because you're so good, right?
I like to think so.
Okay, you're gonna do this with Morgan Price.
- Morgan Price? - Yes.
- Impossible. - Why?
'Cause you can't get to him. He's too big.
You got to me.
- Yeah, but we got to you because... - What?
- You were a fluke, a mistake.
That's a good answer.
- Why Morgan Price? - 'Cause he's very important to me.
Lupus!
Don't fuck with me, junior, okay? Lupus!
You know what?
You're gonna take my friend Lupus with you, okay?
Absolutely not, that's not the way I operate.
- Shh. - I work with my guys.
You're gonna take Lupus with you.
That's the way I operate.
Look at me, now. Tell me we're set.
- Yeah. We're set. - Good.
We're done with all this business now?
The rest of it depends on you.
I think I'm done.
* Erotica *
* Romance *
* Erotica *
* Romance *
* My name is Dita *
* I'll be your mistress tonight *
* I'd like to put you in a trance... *
Excuse me, miss? Miss!
I think you dropped something.
You know you're good, but you're not that good.
I spotted that lift from across the club.
Wait? You don't recognize me?
- Tony, could you get my car? - Sure!
You really don't remember me, do you?
Should I?
Oh, right.
That's good.
So, you're interested in a little work?
You couldn't afford me.
Not with $27
and a maxed-out Visa, John.
Or is it Tom or Bill?
Hard to tell with so many IDs.
Yeah, well, the name's Jake.
And don't flatter yourself, sweetheart.
That's one thing I never had to pay for,
and I don't consider it work.
Guess you got the wrong girl then.
Do me a favor, take a deep breath and count to 10.
I'm talking about a grift, and it pays well.
Unless you think you're gonna get rich
jerking off geriatrics in that place.
I didn't know you cared.
Keep the wallet.
We're even.
Take a deep breath,
count to 10, and...
go fuck yourself!
Look, it pays well.
Six figures.
All you gotta do is play a part,
do a little acting.
You think you can handle that?
Why me? You don't even know me.
'Cause what I've seen, I liked.
And I got a good feeling about you.
Hasn't anyone ever said that to you before?
No.
- Thanks, Tony. - You bet!
But, I'll think about it.
All right, I think it will be worth your while.
Make a wish.
11:11, make a wish.
That's twice!
- I can see why you liked her. - Yeah, I liked her a lot.
And that was it, we had our crew.
Now all we needed was the con.
Miles: Bottoms. Oh...
- Oh well. - Shit!
What's up, guys?
Who's the mope?
This is Lupus.
He works with the King and now he's gonna be part of our crew.
I'm here to make sure things go smoothly.
Woman: Anybody got a light?
And this is Lily.
She's the new shill I was telling you about.
- Whoa. - Gordo: Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Hold the fucking phone, what is this?
Are we playing a con, or are we doing a rendition of "Our Town"?
Gordo, trust me. We need the help on this one.
Our new mark? Morgan Price.
Why?
Because, that's who the King wants us to fleece.
And besides, the price is perfect.
I'm not supposed to wait for you, you're supposed to wait for me.
Jake: His old man was a big time mob attorney.
Which makes him a second generation crook.
When he dropped dead, Price carried on the family tradition,
by opening a one-stop shopping center for money laundering
and low interest corporate fraud.
Well, fuck him!
Almost $1 billion gets washed through his shop every year,
so we know he's got the money.
It's just a matter of getting to it.
How much are we going after?
$5 million.
- We can only hold the King at 150. - I know.
That's why we don't go after him directly.
First, we find a doable mark in Price's bank,
a mid-level employee.
We meet him with papers, inquiring about a corporate loan.
Our guy then fudges numbers in the right places.
Moves our papers to the top of the pile or to the bottom,
depending upon what we need.
Our loan is approved.
On the given day,
the money's wired into a corporate account in an offshore bank.
That same day, I show up in Belize with the proper ID,
and corporate papers to make the withdrawal.
- Um-mm. - What? What is it, Miles?
I'm just thinking out loud here...
but $5 million in a briefcase?
Good point.
Jake: It's bank policy not to release this money in cash,
'cause it's under a corporate account.
So we then cash the check at another bank.
Any major airport's gonna be too hard to control.
LAX is out. So we use Ontario.
Mid-level hub with direct international flights.
40 minutes outside LA. This is the most important part,
you can't just walk into the United States
with a suitcase full of cash,
without evoking the words "cavity search."
That's why we need someone on the inside at Customs.
Then we disappear.
Now this might just be me, but that is hands down
the dumbest fucking idea I've ever heard.
Gordo: People have tried this before, Jake.
It's never worked.
Teddy Fraiser and his crew got nailed in Vancouver last year.
It's never worked before,
because, A, they didn't flush the bank enough,
B, their corporate papers were for shit,
and C, unlike us,
they did not have somebody on the inside at Customs.
Yeah, or D, it's a dumb fucking idea!
Hey!
What do you fucking suggest, Miles? You wanna run?
We never had a problem with that, before.
Jake: We never had a fucking problem like this before.
Yes, we have, okay?
And we would have been beautiful about it.
We would have had a bucket of fried chicken,
delivered to the King with a nice
Kiss My Ass card attached to it, and we would have moved on
until the next local putz caught on.
We're getting too old to run, Miles.
Yeah well, we're still a little too young for San Quentin.
Look, I'm... I mean, are you pissed off about Al?
Look at me.
Trust me, I'm pissed too.
But I'm not 25-to-life pissed.
Look, I'm getting clear of this.
All right?
So if you don't want to do it for the fucking principle,
do it for the money. Gordo?
Yeah, Jake, whatever.
There's no whatever with this one.
You're either with me or against me.
No third position.
I'm in.
Aw, what a relief.
Oh, fuck.
Jake: I agreed with Miles,
it was hands down, a dumb fucking idea.
But they bought in, now I had to deliver...
- Yeah, it's Vig. - And I needed help.
Cop #1: What are we gonna do with this stuff? I mean, heroin.
- What do you do with heroin? - You sell it.
- To who? - Don't be a knucklehead.
Cop #2: How hard do you think it is to sell one drug dealer's drugs
to another drug dealer?
If Vig is right, we're looking at 100, 150.
You think it's a good idea? We never done this shit before.
Well, what is he gonna do, file a missing drug report?
Hey if it works out, we could turn the guy over a few times.
I hope so, bro'. I took my daughter to the orthodontist, yesterday.
150 bucks to tighten those bitches up.
Took him five minutes. Then he said it wasn't even covered.
It's cosmetic. The plan doesn't cover cosmetic.
I had a cap put in here, right?
My fucking dentist tells me, "You're not covered for that."
Bullshit cosmetics!
I got a freaking tooth split in half here, all right?
Write that shit in as a cavity or something.
- Did he? - Yeah, he did.
Fucking department got the bullshit dental plan.
That's our man, right there. Red bag, right?
- Is that the guy? - Let's go.
Hands up! Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What the fuck you got? - Get on the ground.
- So, how did you get caught?
Tommy Suits used to say that in any con,
sooner or later somebody's gonna start asking the right questions.
Usually, it takes a little longer.
Gordo: Am I the only one who feels like we can't make a move,
with this guy on us? I think we should ditch him.
Jake: No, we need him and dummy up. Here he comes.
Gordo: Ah, here he is. Hey, hey.
How's the hoop, superstar? Clean?
What the fuck is it with you and bathrooms, huh? Tell me.
Miles: Hey, he can't use a restroom unless he knows it's clean.
- What's the matter with that? - Manly, all right, wise guy?
That's cute.
You know this is a major metropolitan city, brother.
Public sanitation does not run very high
on the City Hall agenda.
You know what you can get off a toilet seat or a doorknob?
You wanna run down the list?
Hepatitis. You ever hear of that?
Influenza. The fucking flesh-eating disease.
- I'm eating. - Yeah, we noticed.
Do you need a shovel down there, dear?
Gordo, Gordo. That's enough, all right?
We gotta get down to business, here. Miles!
We're gonna need you to find us a mark inside of Price's bank.
Somebody we can work with. Gordo, we're gonna need papers.
Corporate insurance, a letter of intent, the whole nine.
- All fugazze? - No, no, no
Corporate papers have got to be legit.
We're all gonna need new IDs. You gotta make sure they're clean.
Go talk to Suits, and he'll hook you up.
- What about Customs? - Don't worry about Customs,
I'll take care of that.
We're gonna need some start-up cash, first.
Lupus, you think the King would be willing to bank us?
You already owe him.
Lupus, we need a banker for this.
We can't do this job without a banker.
- Gordo, do we need a banker? - I think so, yes.
- Jake: I think we need a banker. - I don't know, man
- You could try. - He's not gonna listen to me.
I bet if you talk to him, loosen him up,
- maybe he'll listen to you. - All right! I'll try, okay?
Don't do us any favors, all right?
Jesus, join the team!
So, you guys are good? You know what you need to do?
- Yeah. - All right!
Lupus, Lily, we'll go over to see the King, now.
- All right! - Jake: Ready to roll?
Let's do it.
I'm not finished.
She's not finished.
Gordo: What's wrong with you? Where's your manners?
Nice! You know why?
Because it's real. You're licking each other.
- Feels good? - Feels so good.
All right, that's it... what? What, what?
Jake is here,
He wants you to stake him a couple hundred grand.
No, he's supposed to be getting me money, not costing me money.
He says we need it. And I gotta say, boss,
- this guy's pretty sharp, you know? - Look at me, look at me.
- You're getting a crush on him? - What are you talking about?
Don't let him get into your head, 'cause he's a charmer.
You tell him to wait a minute and then you bring him in.
He's right behind you.
Get outta here. Get outta here.
You're starting to scare me, sport. Harlin!
200K? Isn't that more than you owe me?
Jake: You're just gonna have to trust me on this, all right?
Oh, no. You're a day late on trust.
I think that what he's trying to say is that he'Il...
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
You brought her for a reason, didn't you, booster?
Let's listen to her.
No, why don't you listen up?
Even though I'm running the show for you,
I'm still running the show.
So we're gonna put an end to
the scooter- junior-skippy-sport- tiger-booster bullshit.
The name is Jake.
What do you say you get the ADD under control?
You look me in the eye when I'm talking to you.
- What's your name, honey? - Her name is Lily.
Booster, have I ever referred to you as honey?
Have I, scooter?
It's a common mistake that Jake is making when he says ADD.
What he really means is ADHD,
for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, see?
The important word is the H,
Hyperactivity. I don't understand,
why do you let her do that if you care about her?
It's poison, see?
Feel my heart.
Go ahead. I bet it beats twice as fast as yours.
- Go on feel it. - I'm fine, thanks.
Oh, come on. Will you feel my heart? I'm not gonna bite you.
God, you feel good.
Like a trip-hammer, right?
See? Much faster...
than yours.
Why am I enjoying this
so much, Jake?
Because
I feel like she is
too.
I'm sorry, I know that was tasteless, dear.
I was just trying to make a point to Jake, okay?
What do you say you get your ADD under control,
and we get to the fucking point?
Ooh, I think Jake is referring to my medication,
which I thought was confidential.
Jacob, come on, come on.
You know why I take that stuff.
Because if I don't, I become hyper,
or primitive, right? Or impulsive.
You never know when I'm going to lose it.
Now listen to me, okay?
Hey!
I'm not a violent man.
I like to think I am above that, right?
You took my money and now you're asking for more.
And I'm gonna give you... I'm gonna give you what you're asking for,
- which is, how much? Tell me again. - 200.
200, how much is that altogether?
Including what you took from me the first time?
350.
Oh, that's very good, you're smart, aren't you?
You told me you were smart. You're a smart, smart, smart guy!
So be smarter, huh?
Don't get hurt. Don't scare me.
You've got a good, healthy, long life ahead of you.
I like you, now say, "We're set."
- "We're set." - Say it like you like me too.
Come on, you can do it.
Say, "we're set" like you like me.
We're set.
Okay, now I want you to take your lovely,
lovely lady home.
Oh my God, you're beautiful.
Let's go.
Don't you ever, ever
let anyone stand behind me, without me knowing.
You hear me? You understand me?
Man: So the King gave you the money.
Jake: Now, we just needed to find our guy in Price's bank.
Jake: What you're looking for in a mark
is someone whose weaknesses you can exploit.
Michelle Strigo, loan officer.
Jake: Guy like me, people like that,
I tell you what you're looking for without even meeting you.
(woman screams)
You fucking asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?
You cocksucker!
Jake: It's like a personal ad you wear over your head.
- She's not gonna work. - You sure?
Jay Housler, VP of international finance.
No.
Leon Ashby, VP of corporate loans.
What you're looking for in a mark is someone who has nothing to lose.
No friends. No family. No life.
You're looking for a guy who doesn't own a rug.
Jake: Oh yeah, he's perfect.
- Miles: You sure? - Hey, I'm sure.
Ashby was the right mark.
Now I needed to see if Lily was the right shill, so I tested her.
One watch engraved, "To Carolyn,
Happy Graduation Counselor, Love, Mom and Dad."
- Good. - One bracelet engraved,
"To Annie, Happy 25th Anniversary, Love, Tom."
- Perfect! - I'll be right back, Mr. Lewis.
- Okay, thank you.
Excuse me, I think you have something on hold for me.
- Do you have a ticket? - I lost it but the name is Hanson.
- Okay - Thanks a lot.
- Mr. Lewis, right? - Yes?
- Jake Hanson. I go to Law School with your daughter Carolyn.
- We met a couple of times, before. - Oh, of course, Jake!
- It's good to see you again. - Good to see you too.
You remember... Lily!
This beautiful woman is my wife.
Lily, this is Carolyn's father.
- Oh, nice to meet you. - Pleasure, I'm sure.
So, what brings you down from Stanford?
Taking advantage of the long weekend?
- Yeah, we're... - It's our first anniversary!
Congratulations! That's great.
Carolyn is down for the weekend too.
- Really? - Mm-mm, yeah.
Maybe you can do me a favor then.
We split the cost on a couple of books, last semester,
and I never got an opportunity to pay her back,
- I'll just write you a check. - There's nothing for Hanson.
If we had a ticket, I could check the computer.
But yesterday, my wallet
and my wife's purse were stolen, and the ticket was in my wallet.
Maybe, you could check again.
Jesus, where did this happen?
We're staying at the Peninsula,
I think it might have been the housekeeping staff.
But Jake has a little more faith in humanity than I do.
He hates me saying it, but I think it's true.
You have to be so careful these days.
You sure do.
Honey, I'm just gonna go
and pick out a wallet. It was nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you. - There you are Mr. Lewis.
- Good. - I'm sorry, sir, still nothing.
- May I ask what it was? - It's a shame, it was
a pair of... a pair of diamond earrings.
Actually, it's just like those.
- We have those in stock. - Oh great.
- Let me write you a check - Only with the proper ID.
Yeah, I understand that but like I just explained to you,
my wallet was...
this is sort of a very special day for my wife and I,
it being our first anniversary.
She thinks we're here to pick up something for my mother,
but I wanted to surprise her with something special.
So if you think you can make an exception today,
- just this one time. - I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Please, tell Carolyn I said hello and pass the note for her.
- I sure will. - It was good to see you again.
Good to see you.
Look, Jake,
why don't you write me a check,
and let me put the earrings on my credit card?
Is that all right with you?
If you'd be willing to do that, that would be great.
Good. Please.
- Mr. Lewis, thanks again. - You bet, Jake.
Happy Anniversary.
All right? Now that's how you pull a con.
So smile like you just got a present from the man of your dreams.
Thank you!
You're welcome, now let's give it a strong finish, all right?
He's gone.
- Oh yeah. - I gotta go get a haircut.
Hey, how you doing?
Hey guys, good to see you, man.
What's up, boss?
- Right here. - That's good.
- What are you having? - I'm gonna go light,
I'm gonna get the chicken and rib combo.
That's light?
Yeah, I'm not getting the coleslaw.
So, what's good here?
- Who the fuck are you? - Special Agent Gunther Butan.
- Special agent? - I'm looking for Jake Vig.
- Who? - Who? The invisible man.
The specter, the spook, the ghost.
But then the other day, like a gift,
a buddy of his, a crew member,
Alphonse Moorely...
you know Alphonse Moorely. He wakes up with a hole in his head.
Look, Special Agent... what's your name?
- Butan! - I got a pretty good sense of humor
- like most people. - Really, you've a sense of humor?
- Yeah, I do. So if this is some kind of a fucking joke,
- I'm not into this shit! - A joke?!
A couple of years ago, I'm working undercover on a case
that Jake Vig is involved with. He's running some sort of scam
importing merchandise for some guy in Tampa.
And I got close, real close, and he knew it.
In order to let me know, and to rub it in,
he sent me this tie. Since then, I've been following him,
from Chicago to Denver to Salt Lake City,
to Phoenix and I've been wearing this tie ever since,
because it keeps me motivated.
That's a real nice tie. I don't know if it says, "Special Agent."
You know what it says? It says,
"You can't catch me, so fuck you. So fuck you."
- And fuck you! - Hey!
Temper's a sign of weakness. Temper's a sign of weakness.
Hey man, can we get you a glass of water?
I'm working at this temper management issue.
My doc says I should stay calm,
because I might do or say something
- that I might regret later. - Look, Special Agent...
- sell one drug dealer's drugs to another drug dealer?
Hey, hey, can you put that away?
- Wow! - Hey, hey, hey...
Butan: Let's take a walk. Let's go for a walk.
Now here is the deal...
You guys are gonna help me catch Jake Vig. Whatever he's into next,
you guys are gonna be into. And whatever you're into, I'm into.