This fucking gun is killing my back.
In exchange, I'm gonna make sure you guys are cleared
of any past associations with Vig
as part of a cross-departmental investigation,
and that home movie I got, I'll make sure
that it doesn't move its way into Internal Affairs.
Who knows? This prick has been on the wish list so long,
you two guys, might even get a promotion.
What the fuck are you getting out of all this?
Peace of mind.
I might even get a chance to get rid of this fucking tie!
Why are you looking at me that way, Lloyd?
Not everybody is on the take.
If you Feds are so hot for this guy,
why don't you just let us go out? We'll bring him in, that's it.
A fox isn't a fox until he's caught in the henhouse.
- Oh nice. What is that, an analogy? - A metaphor.
Actually, it's neither but it is a good deal.
You guys go clean, I get peace of mind,
and better yet, Lloyd's daughter gets to keep her braces,
and have that winning smile, just like her daddy.
One more thing,
you guys can't be running around with heroin in your car.
Jake: Let me tell you something about Butan.
He's just as crooked as the next guy.
You'd think he'd have something better to do with taxpayer dollars.
Well, cue the fucking violins.
Come on, man, it's getting cold out here.
Jake: It was all in play. Everything!
And with a little luck, we're about to land the mark.
- Where the hell is she? - I have no idea.
- She's 10 minutes late. - Jake: Luck's a funny thing.
- Especially the bad. - She's nice.
Black cats, breaking a mirror,
- breathe on a match. - (doorbell rings)
- It's about time. - Believe it.
Believe it all. But if you really want to talk about bad luck,
redheads.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Shit.
Top three all time worst redheads:
Lizzie Borden, axe murderer;
Judas, betrayer;
Shirley Vig,
abandoner.
Nice to see you too.
Do you have any idea what you've done?
Any idea?
What is with the hair?
What? You told me to change it.
Jake: But the fucking grand poohbah of all jinxes,
a bird in your house.
A bird enters your house, it means death.
What about this then? What's with the scarf with the birds?
I mean, do you know what that means? Do you know what that means?
You have just put a mother of a jinx on us.
- Gordo, can you believe this? - Gordo: Oy vey.
We're dead. We're dead.
Did I miss something, guys?
Sweetheart, it's the red hair. It's bad luck.
Miles: It's not like she's a real redhead, Jake.
Look, it doesn't matter, all right?
You can't fool bad luck, you can't get by on a technicality.
You can't trick karma.
You just fucked us.
So much for that good feeling, huh?
That's what I get for putting a chick on the team, right?
Gordo. Burn that.
Lupus! Think fast. Lily, hold on a second, will you?
Excuse me. Is this seat taken?
- No. Please. - Thanks.
Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm not that late.
You didn't have to give away my seat.
I didn't know you were coming.
- I didn't know. Sorry. - No problem.
Thanks for playing along. I had to sit down for awhile.
- Tough day? - Brutal day.
- What are you drinking? - Maker's Mark, on the rocks.
- His rocks, mine straight up. - You got it.
My name is Leon, Leon Ashby.
Oh, God. I'm so sorry. I'm overbearing and rude.
Lily. Lily Finn.
- So what do you do? - It's more like, what don't I do?
It's a long story.
Well, we're getting drinks. What happened?
My partners and I are trying to secure start-up capital
for a small tech company.
We tried the venture capitalist route,
but since the bubble burst on dot coms...
You're a few years off the mark. A lot of bubbles were burst.
Yeah.
Optimists that we are, we thought we'd try our luck
with a straight corporate loan.
- There you go. - Thank you.
- Oh, no, no, I can get this. - On me. For the seat.
Chin-chin.
So we've been meeting with banks all day.
It's amazing how many ways they can say no
without ever actually saying the word.
Typically, a corporate loan is a fairly simple matter.
But you do have to demonstrate a capacity for gross fund recovery.
Let me guess,
your bubble didn't burst.
No, no, nothing like that. I work in a bank.
Really?
I wish we'd met eight hours ago.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Oh, my partners are here.
We have dinner plans.
Oh, well, uh...
- thank you for the drink. - Oh, you're welcome.
I was just going to ask if you'd like to join us.
- Sure. - Okay.
Jake: So she got one leg out from under him, now we had to lean.
So then Miles, God bless him, he walks right into
the fucking Creative Director's office and he says,
"I'm sorry this program is for shit."
No, no. And then he throws like a thousand pages of code
- all over the fucking guy's office! - Jake: This is our boss, all right?
So he kicks Miles and I out of the office, he's screaming and yelling,
"You're fired. Your whole fucking team is fired."
Now he's looking for Lily, he's looking for Lupus,
- and of course he can't find Gordo. - Miles: That's the best part.
He cannot find Gordo, okay? So what happens?
- He finally finds... - Whoa, whoa, whoa...
- you don't have to tell this part. - He's in the bathroom.
So he kicks down the stall room door,
and starts screaming at the top of his lungs.
And there's Gordo,
his pants around the ankles,
"PC World" mag in hand, and he's punching the cloud.
I'm sorry.
Spanking. Frankly, I was spanking.
And it was a fucking traumatizing event,
because I haven't been able to use a public restroom since that day.
Me neither.
I swear to God.
Gordo's got some issues. He's got some issues.
And let's not forget,
the great thing that did come from that day was we said, "Enough!"
That's the day we started our own business and said goodbye
- to shithead bosses. So... - Hear, hear.
Leon: I really admire you guys taking a chance like that.
Lily: Leon here works at a bank. What bank did you say it was?
Price Trust.
No shit, really?
Talk about shithead bosses. Now that's gotta be a trip.
- What's he like to work for? - Oh, you know. He's okay.
- Really? - Oh, come on!
Well, he's a...
he's just a fucking shithead. What can I tell you?
So what do you do over there at Price?
I'm the VP in charge of corporate loans.
Wow.
We haven't met anyone of your level before.
VP.
Wait, so that means it's you and then the P.
Give that man a Nobel Prize. Well done.
- Genius. - Yes, that's right.
Jake: Here's where a little research comes in handy.
Corporate banks give out VP titles like calendars.
It's a small lie, but now we're sure he's playing.
Then maybe you can help explain to us what's so difficult
- about getting a corporate loan? - Well, normally, nothing.
But a tech firm right now?
People are really scared.
Jake: People are scared because they lack vision.
Present company excluded, of course.
Leon: A bank does need to know where its money's gonna come from.
That is true.
Jake: We know where we're getting our money back from.
But therein lies our Catch-22.
I don't follow.
- Well... - Jake, come on.
No, it's all right.
Leon here is one of the good guys.
Right?
Jake: Now what I'm gonna tell you is in complete confidence.
It does not leave this fucking table.
- Sure. - Fine.
You know how the dot commers did what they did, right?
In what way?
How they made their money.
Essentially, they start with an idea,
shop it around town, raise a little capital,
and then sold it to a bigger company,
like a Microsoft or an Oracle or an Intel. You know, whatever.
That's half right there.
The beauty of it was, they sold it before the thing was even real.
So you've got the bigger company already set up to buy the thing.
They just want to see that it works.
So these guys go out, get some start-up capital, make it work,
and then sell for five or six times the initial loan.
They're delicious.
- But you need a letter of intent. - Exactly.
And that's our Catch-22.
We can't really go out and talk about it,
because if it's public, potentially we start a bidding war,
and that's considered a breach of etiquette. Kills the deal.
However, we wait too long, and we're not considered hot anymore.
And you have this letter of intent?
Jake: Yes we do.
We're applying the dot com model to a different product.
Yeah.
But the dot coms failed.
- Yeah, but that's only... - No, with all due respect.
It...
That's going to be a really tough sell.
I mean, you guys have a real battle on your hands.
- That's bullshit. - Lupus.
Look, sorry, Mr. Ashby.
I didn't mean anything. But I just don't think
you can argue with the success of the business model.
It was really an overextension of the model
to what turned out to be a limited consumer demand
that caused the dot com collapse.
Now, applied to a proper product, with a solid consumer base,
the model still holds up.
He may be right.
Jake: Let me be straight with you, all right?
We're this close to cutting somebody in on the action,
if they'd be willing to help.
We just need to find somebody with some balls.
- Shall we order another round? - Yeah.
Jake: Lupus, nice save in there. I'm very impressed.
Poor bastard never knew what hit him.
Jesus Christ, I almost felt sorry for the guy.
I gotta go work off some of this adrenaline.
I have an in on a card game with some Hollywood studio dipshits.
- Anybody want a piece? - I'm going home.
- I'll go. Jake? - No, I'm good.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Oh, Lupus, you should come. You're gonna love these guys.
Bunch of fucking knobs.
Hey, Lupus.
When this is all over,
you'll let us know who the King put on Big Al, right?
You gonna have time?
I'll find the time.
You want to go, don't you?
For a couple hundred bucks? Not interested.
You'd do it for free.
You're almost drooling. You like the rush.
It's not about the rush. It's just a job. It's what I do.
Your mother not breast-feed you or something?
You asking me if I got something to prove?
- Do you? - Not in that repressed anger way.
I get the feeling you could've bullshitted your way into anything.
- Why this? - I'm good at it.
Lying, cheating, manipulating.
It all came very naturally to me.
No, it's more than that.
The thrill of it? I mean, didn't you find it exciting tonight?
The way you were working that guy Ashby...
flirting, giving him your sweet little smile,
brushing up against him, occasionally touching him,
I have a feeling you were getting off on that tonight.
All I did was smile and shake my ass.
Yeah, but you did it very well.
Soon enough you'll have more to do
and I have a feeling you'll be good at that too.
How do you know?
Intuition.
- She had you tempting fate. - My old man and his buddies
from work used to play the same lotto numbers every week.
I mean the same numbers for 16 years.
One day he gets pissed, decides he's going to play his own number.
They then hit the Lucky Seven for 3.5 million without him.
That's fate for you.
I guess he passed on that unlucky asshole gene.
Turn around.
You should have trusted me, Jake.
Yeah, apparently so.
Everything looks in order.
Jake: You know, Leon, we're going to have to move quickly here.
I know. It won't go unnoticed.
What's this?
Jake: Let's call that a convincer.
We're going to need to slow down a bit.
You're worried about recouping the loan, we got the letter of intent.
No, it's... I understand that.
What I'm trying to...
what I mean to say is...
what I'm wondering about is...
is my cut.
Jake: And there it is. Ashby gets the itch.
- 2%. - Lily: Of five million.
We're gonna make it back three or four times over.
By the time anyone catches on, the loan's already been repaid.
You didn't do anything wrong except speed things up.
Jake: All you need to do for your cut, is put some paperwork through,
push a button tomorrow.
Man: Yeah, but there were other factors.
Yeah, factors that weren't clear to me until now.
What do you got?
We got jack shit.
I'm not a confrontational man by nature,
but you guys are gonna have to start working with me.
We haven't heard from Vig. We don't know if he wants
to cut us in on this shit he's got going down with the King.
Maybe you two guys need to be a little more pro-active, Lloyd.
You gotta make him think you're gonna keep me off his back.
And for that he's gonna cut you in
on whatever he's got going with King. You got that?
Omar, you got it?
Flight's booked to Belize.
Almost home.
Got to get you home to pack. Get ready for your trip tomorrow.
Can you picture me with a drink with the umbrella in it?
Little sunscreen on the nose.
- Hey, Jake! - Back off! Back off!
- Whoa, whoa! - Take it easy! Jesus!
What, the tip not work out for you guys?
Tip worked out fine, we're just a little curious about the Fed.
Hey look, you don't pay your fucking taxes...
Get the fuck back! Back up!
Special Agent Gunther Butan. That ring a bell?
Gunther? No, I think I would remember a Gunther.
- Let me jog your memory a little. - Jesus! Fuck!
Gunther Butan, you say?
I think I might know this guy.
Yeah, well he's in town and he sure as shit remembers you.
What are we gonna do about this Jake?
We can't afford having a Fed onto us like this.
I wouldn't dream of that.
Fuck, man!
The way we look at it, Jake, you have
a limited window of opportunity here before he catches up to you.
But I got good news for you, okay? You got us.
We're your white knights. We're gonna keep him off your back.
And we get a piece of whatever you got going down with the King.
And don't argue with me 'cause I got a lot of pent-up aggression.
Say something stupid if we got a deal, Jake.
Something stupid.
Don't leave town, brother.
- Funny. - Oh fuck.
Have a nice day, Officers.
How did we do?
We did exactly like you said.
I have complete faith in you, Lloyd.
Lupus: Why's this guy so hard up for you?
You're not exactly a threat to national security.
We go way back.
Jake: A few years ago we were working in Tampa for a local goon.
Turns out this mutt was being watched by the Feds,
which now meant we were being watched by the Feds...
one in particular... Agent Gunther Butan.
We were just overseeing some creative importing,
so he really didn't have anything on us.
But I figured, maybe this guy's good for a fix.
Our guys in the LAPD, give them $20,
they'll look the other way on a parking ticket.
Maybe you'll get yourself a new tie with that.
But a Fed? You get a guy like that as your fix...
It was probably a stupid idea. There I was Armani and Rolex.
There he is, JC Penny and Timex.
So I took a shot.
Now he had me on attempted bribery of a Federal Agent.
So that's how Gunter Butan and I became friends.
- Butan... shit. - Here.
So what? We just stay clear of him.
I don't think so. I think we gotta walk.
Wait a minute. We can handle this. Come on.
No. Not this time.
I say we walk.
Wait. Take it easy for a second.
I'm not gonna take it easy. 'Cause you don't know this guy.
He's gonna be all over us like white on rice.
There's no shaking him and you know it.
So we change the scam a little.
There is no more fucking scam.
I got a sign on my back now.
I can't leave town and then show up with a suitcase full of money.
- It's over. The gig is up. - Gordo: Jake, Jake.
The skirt's got a point. All you have to do is tweak it a bit.
It over. That's it. You gotta know when to walk away.
And you guys are too careless with the money. Gordo with the cars.
- You with the strippers. - They call themselves dancers.
They call themselves dancers, huh? What about Big Al?
Did that not fucking register with you?
Remember seeing him sitting there with a bullet hole in his head?
That doesn't mean anything?
You're being such a raving pussy.
I mean, pull yourself together, for Christ's sake.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
Sweetheart, we fucked once, okay?
That does not entitle you a voice in this room.
And don't think I didn't know you weren't working some angle, either.
Easy, Jake. That's a lady.
Everyone's working an angle, right?
There are three people I trust in this world,
those two guys on the couch and a dead guy.
You, I don't know you. You're like a stray dog
that wandered into my house one day looking for a belly rub.
So why don't you just go back to wherever it is you came from?
You don't have anybody looking for you.
Not the King, not Butan, not Price.
So just cut loose of this. It is over.
- What about... - What about what?
What about the money?
There it is. That little itch you need to scratch.
Always about the money.
What do you want? You want an apology?
No. I want my cut.
Take a deep breath, count to 10,
and try and get it through your thick skull, there is no cut.
You're an asshole.
So that's it, huh?
That's it. We're closing up shop.
You guys know what to do, right?
Jesus Christ, Jake, I can't believe you're gonna just...
Miles.
Man: So much for honor among thieves.
You were going to cut loose your friends, your girl...
What the fuck are you talking about?
I was doing it for them. I was trying to protect them.
Bullshit. You weren't doing it for them. You were scared.
Come on, admit it. You lost your nerve and you lost your confidence.
You weren't trying to be noble.
You weren't trying to save anyone but your goddamn self. Admit it.
You got no idea what you're talking about.
- It's not true. - It is fucking true.
They were right there for you! She was right there for you.
Look at her. I fucking said look at her!
She trusted you, and you sold her out.
Now I want you to look at her,
and I want you to tell her.
Be a fucking man. You be honest.
You tell her.
You tell her that you loved her,
but the fucking money meant more to you.
Fucking grifters, man.
Gentleman's racket, my fucking ass.
Just another low-life scammer looking out for number one.
Get the fuck up!
Lupus: The King ain't gonna like this.
He had a real thing with getting this Price guy.
If you ask me, I think he's jealous.
- Of what? They're both crooks. - They actually grew up
in the same neighborhood. King talks about it all the time.
How come he's always humping it out,
while Price gets to walk around in three-piece suits,
hobnob with movie stars, own a bank, that type of shit.
Next to Price, the King is still small time and he's pissed off.
A point, Lupus. Give us a point.
I don't give a shit if he thinks he's a pimple on Price's ass.
He wouldn't piss on my face if my teeth were on fire.
That's nice. Interesting imagery.
Look at that. The size of a cigar, right?
You know why I got that? The King asked me for a four-shot one day.
That's four-shots of espressos.
Turns out we only have enough coffee for a three-shot.
So I'm thinking, maybe I'm doing him a favor.
And before he even comes picks it up,
he's screaming at me like I just hit on his mother!
I assume this is going to lead to some kind of point.
This is what I get for bringing him the wrong fucking cup of coffee,
imagine what he's going to do to you.
Jake: I have to admit, he did have a point.
There was no way the King was going to let us slide.
Yeah, so we were back on.
After you cut her loose?
Which was apparently my mistake.
How'd you know we'd still go through with it?
I know you, Jake.
And I know how to take care of myself.
Morgan Price, please.
Yeah, I'd be interested in that.
Why don't you give me an address
and I'll send over a car?
And you and I can discuss the particulars of your proposal.
No.
I come to you and I only deal with you.
It was a smart play.
She handed me to you on a silver platter.
Silver platter? Motherfucker, let me tell you a story.
That's an exciting story. Travis,
anybody ever try something like this before?
Not that I can recall.
And how much did you say you wanted for this finder's fee?
10%.
I studied under a Nobel Laureate of Economics at Cambridge
and I think even she'd say 10 was high.
I don't give a fuck if you studied at Marice's Academy of Wig Design.
You're lucky I'm even here.
- 10 is standard. - Okay.
Travis, see if you can get him to tell you how he did it.
Or almost did it.
Sounds like a good story.
Oh, I'll get it.
Come on, what happened today?
Today? Today started off great.
Jake: Ashby was going to call us with the exact time of the transfer.
The King was waiting on us.
Just to be safe, Gordo was boarding the plane instead of me.
I needed Manzano and Whitworth to keep Butan off our backs.
So I had to stay in town and cut them in on the deal.
So they waited for my call while Miles and I waited for Ashby.
She should be landing right about now.
That Customs guy is ready, right?
I feel lucky today, Miles. Real lucky.
Found a penny, heads up.
And I got rid of the redhead.
Yeah. We got rid of the redhead.
Jake?
Customs?
They say a good chess player can see up to 20 moves deep.
That means in some games you've calculated every move in your head.
The game's over, even before it's really started.
Like a game of chess, same with a con.
You have to see that deep.
- Yeah? - Ashby,
- It's Vig. - Jake, yeah.
It's going through...
right... now.
Good.
And with the push of a button, all the pieces were in play.
Gordo? It's all good. Do it.
First and goal.
Hi there.
I'd like this cashed, please.
Receptionist: Mr. Ashby?
Mr. Thompson from international calling. He has a 34-R
on a corporate account in Belize.
That's probably just a new account marker, I'II...
Jake: To ensure we weren't going to welch,
Ashby's cut was transferred into his own offshore account.
Tell you what. I am going to lunch.
You tell him I'll call him back later.
Jake: We called them the Green Twinkies.
We got Twinkies.
Gordo, that's outstanding. Good work.
Lupus, we got the money.
I don't believe this.
Gordo's flying back with it now.
So we'll head on over to the bar, meet up with everybody there.
I sent Miles to the airport to wait for Gordo to land.
Everything was going as planned.
Gordo?
Gordo, do me a favor. Just use the bathroom on the plane, all right?
Gordo? Gordo!
Guy's walking around with $5 million cash
and he's going to stop to use a public bathroom at the airport?
Un-fucking-believable.
That guy's got a serious problem.
You're telling me.
Here's where I got stupid, here's where I got that big fucking itch.
What? I got something on me?
I'm going to be straight with you, Lupus.
I don't think we could've gotten this far without you.
So I got a little proposition for you.
A way for us to clear the whole five million.
Now think about that, five million split four ways.
You want in?
- What do I have to do? - All right.
Yeah, it's Vig.
I'm gonna need an escort. Not a ride, just an escort.
Ontario Airport. Look for Gordo.
He's going to be carrying a black Nike duffel bag.
- You guys take care of Butan? - Don't worry. We got him covered.
All right, good.
That was him. There's a shipment coming in this afternoon.
Ontario Airport.
We're going to give Mr. Jake Vig the surprise of a lifetime.
- FBI Agent Rosen speaking. - Artie. Butan.
Yeah. Ontario Airport this afternoon. Come heavy.
All we need you to do is call the King. Tell him it's all good.
Get the King off of our backs.
Yeah, boss, it's me, Lupus.
You were right. He's trying to fuck you.
- What? - Vig's trying to fuck you.
Police escorts are going to pick up the money.
I knew it, I knew it... I should have listened to my instinct.
Shit! How do we get the money now?
You gonna have to take it in the airport.
The guy he's got a black Nike duffel bag on wheels.
He's got this thing with bathrooms.
If he makes it through Customs he'll be heading for the john.
That's good. We'll get him with his pants down.
You'll take care of scooter once we get the money.
Maybe Gordo's got it right.
Maybe we're all just looking for a safe place to shit.
That's cute.
Very cute.
What about all that bullshit at the bar?
About your three-shot, four-shot espresso sob story?
Showing me your little boo-boo. What was all that fucking shit?
That? I got that at a barbecue, grilling halibut.
- Lloyd: You trust this Butan guy? - I don't trust anybody.
Lloyd: I'm so sick of listening to this douche bag's shit.
I swear to fucking God.
If my kid's teeth weren't so fucked up,
I'd love to walk up to that dude and take that gay hat of his
and shove it right up his ass on principle.
You see how bad this guy wants Vig?
It's like a sickness.
I say we collar him ourselves. That way we got Vig,
we got leverage and we trade.
Vig for the tape.
This is Butan. You guys awake?
Yeah, we're here.
Okay, stay sharp.
- Be right back. - Is this it?
This it, Harlin?
Motherfucking no brains, this one has.
Jake: So Lupus. What do you do now?
You go back to fetching coffee for the King?
Don't worry about me. Stop trying to fuck with my head.
Okay, I got him.
He's heading towards the east exit.
Do not under any circumstances apprehend.
I want you to follow him all the way down to Vig's.
- Roger that. - We got that jerkoff. Let's go.
Keep your pants on. He just went into the crapper.
Jake: Let's say Gordo doesn't make it through Customs.
You're gonna be just as fucked as we are.
- You think about that? - Not for nothing, Jake,
but the guy who whacked your buddy?
It was me.
The King usually farms out for that kind of stuff,
but he was so pissed off at you he couldn't wait for the regular guy.
The fucker didn't even put down the kung pao chicken.
Oo-ooh, shit!
Come on. Stand up.
- What? - Stand the fuck up!
Jake, no offense, but I've seen you fight.
You gotta be kidding me.
Okay, they pulled a switch.
Black man, brown suit. Big.
Hey, asshole.
- (police sirens blare) - Lloyd: Keep 'em up nice and high.
Lloyd: What the...
- Don't fucking move. - Freeze!
- Freeze!
Put your weapon down!
We're LAPD!
- Get down on your knees. - We're fucking cops.
LAPD, man. Look at this, come on.
- On the curb! - Face forward! All the way down!
Hands on your head.
Hands outside where we can see them.
Bring him out. Nice and easy. Turn around.
Can I make a suggestion?
Take these cuffs home and use them on your wife. You'll like it.
I like it tight, but not that tight. How about you?
- Let's go. - Oh.
Look what we got here.
Heroin. Two keys.
We're good.
He's good. He's good.
- He who? - You gotta like it.
Officers Manzano and Whitworth,
Agent Artie Rosen,
Federal Bureau of Investigations.
How hard do you think it is to sell one dealer's drugs to another?
Don't fucking say anything!
(cell phone ringing)
Yeah.
The King just got pinched with the bag.
Okay.
What happened?
- He got caught. - What?
Fucking King just got us all pinched.
Oh shit! What do I do? What the fuck...
Lupus, just calm down. Lupus!
(gunshot)
- I never thanked you for that. - No problem.
Can we all stop being so fucking polite and get to the point?
That's right, where's the fucking money, Jake?
What do you get out of this? A fucking finder's fee?
It's all about the money, isn't it?
Fuck you. You sold me out.
You sold me out huge. You should have trusted me,
like I trusted you. You fucked up. You fucked up huge.
All right, all right, now you turn the fuck around.
The only way you're gonna live is if you get me my fucking money!
Now where the fuck is it?
I'm gonna ask you one more time before your brains hit the ground.
Where is my money?
Probably in the hands of the Federal Government.
You know Jake, you...
you really fucking disappoint me, Jake.
You just let Lily down here again, too.
What was that you were saying about playing the big con,
it's like putting on a big play, and everybody knows their part?
I guess some people forgot their fucking lines.
- Yeah, I guess so. - You guess so?
So why don't you just take a deep breath, Jake,
and I'm gonna count to 10.
One, two...
three, four, five...
- I do trust you, Lily. - Six, seven...
- (gunshot) - Travis: Oh, shit! What the...
- Trust... - Did you kill him?
- Should be a four-letter word.
I don't know.
Don't do that shit while I'm standing right here!
You get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck out of here! Now!
So I'm dead. But can I really blame Lily?
Should I just have trusted her? Who knows?
Sooner or later, someone's gonna start asking the right questions.
The Feds would want to know
why were they sent in to just bust a couple of crooked cops.
Manzano and Whitworth would ask
how the drugs got into that duffel bag.
The King and Price would ask, where their money really went.
And everyone would ask, what agency was it that
Special Agent Gunther Butan really worked for?
You need a ride?
Hey.
How'd it go?
Smooth.
The guys we have in the LAPD,
give them $20 and they'll look the other way on a parking ticket.
Maybe you'll get yourself a new tie with that?
But a Fed, you get a guy like that as your fix...
So what do you got going next?
So that's how Gunther Butan and I became friends.
Look at you. You're still working that crazy tie routine.
I'm partial to it.
You take your cut?
Yeah, I'm good.
Well, where you off to next?
Wherever it is, don't stay too long, you know?
- Stay loose. - Always.
I'd keep the girl.
Sooner or later, all the right questions would get answered.
- Because playing the big con... - What's this?
- Is like putting on a play.
A play where everyone knows their part, except the mark.
Sometimes, Jake, style can get you killed.
And like in a game of chess, you've played every move in your head.
Yeah, boss. It's me, Lupus.
You were right. He's trying to fuck you.
You're a good grifter, man. It's hard to tell when you're lying.
It's hard.
But what do I care? I'm dead.
Nobody's gonna be asking me.
I think you dropped that, baby.
Miles, would you be so kind?
Absolutely.
* The lights go out and I can't be saved *
* Tides that I tried to swim against *
* Have brought me down upon my knees *
* Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing *
* Come out of things unsaid *
* Shoot an apple off my head, and a *
* Trouble that can't be named *
* A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
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* Confusion never stops *
* Closing walls and ticking clocks *
* Gonna come back and take you home *
* I could not stop that you now know, singing *
* Come out upon my seas *
* Cursed missed opportunities *
* Am I a part of the cure? *
* Or am I part of the disease? Singing *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
* Are *
* And nothing else compares *
* Oh, nothing else compares *
* And nothing else compares *
* You *
* Are *
* You *
* Are *
* Home, home *
* Where I wanted to go *
* Home, home *
* Where I wanted to go *
* Home, home *
* Where I wanted to go *
* Home, home *
* Where I wanted to go. *