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- Eh!
That's a gun asshole.
What the fuck are
you doing here, huh?
This can't be no coincidence.
Who sent you?
Who sent you?
Nobody in this town
crosses Lorenzo, no one.
You're a dead man!
- Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You, you!
Motherfucker!
- Hello?
- Roy?
- Jimmy, what's up?
- Things went bad
man, really bad.
- Hey hold on.
What happened, now
do you have the car?
- Yea I got the car,
but what the fuck
did you get me into?
- Hey, now take it easy.
Now, tell me what happened.
- I did exactly what you said!
I was there within the window.
And then some guys show's up,
puts a gun in my face, and
you guaranteed me that time!
- But you got away?
- Yea I got away but I had
to stab the dude in the neck!
I boost cars, I don't stab
motherfuckers in the neck!
- Okay, now listen.
We can fix this.
But, you got to bring
the car to the location.
I'll meet you there.
- Who's Lorenzo?
- How do you know that name?
- Who is he?
Roy, you fucked me man!
- Now Jimmy, you knew this
was going to be risky.
Now trust me.
You don't want to fuck
with these people.
If you bring us
the car right now,
I can fix this.
- Fuck you!
Who's us?
You fucked me man,
you knew those guys
were going to be there.
You set me up!
- Think about this Jimmy.
This is going to be
the most important
move of your life.
It's bad enough you have one
gangster out to kill you.
Jimmy.
Jimmy!
- Detroit's a single mother
living in a trailer park
with a baby on her hip.
And L.A.'s a porn
star with fake tits,
deep pockets, and
a coke problem.
Everybody comes out
here to find something.
Or run away from something.
I'm doing both.
Figured it was my
environment that was
making me who I was.
When you fuck around like this,
doesn't matter what
city you live in.
Sooner of later,
things are bound to get bloody.
Rule number one.
Stay away from cars less
than five years old.
I usually go for
toyota's or honda's.
The Jap's know how to make cars.
Rule number two,
stay away from any
high-end luxury sports cars,
Mercedes, BMW, Audi.
Sure, the payout
might be higher,
but then so is the risk.
Rule number three.
Mental focus, it's
all about the breath.
Keeping your head
clear, and being present
is of Paramount importance when
a boost is going down.
I started this when I
was young and desperate
and bored, but I
had a talent for it.
On my best days, I would
say it's a calling.
Not like the other
fuckos who joyride around
and abuse it.
And yes, if you aren't
a moron, being a thief
ain't so dangerous.
But this is my practice,
this is my discipline.
Rule number four,
perception is reality.
You'd be amazing with
what you can get away with
if you look like you're working.
But I am working.
Rule number five, you
pick the day in advance,
but not the car.
Picking the car is
like deciding if you're
going to go talk to
a girl at the bar.
It's a frequency you tune into.
You can call it a gut instinct,
for me, it's been like a
wave at the back of my spine.
And I don't know if
it's the excitement
of the unknown,
or the adrenaline,
but it's never wrong.
I guess deep down, it's
the part I like best.
I've stolen 336 cars
in the last 10 years,
and this whooptie maked it 337.
Rule six, you never
trust anyone in the game.
Ever.
And one last thing,
always know your price.
My name is Jimmy Greco.
And this is the story
of the day I died.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Surprise.
- Do all guys
from the east coast
put it down like you?
- I'm from Detroit baby.
- That's basically
the east coast.
- Not really.
- Well it's closer to new
York than it is to California.
- True.
But the answer's no.
- No what?
- No, not all guys
from the east are like me.
Want to know the reason
it feels so good?
- Why?
- 'Cause I love you.
- Careful Jimmy.
- You're the one that
needs to be careful.
I'm fine expressing my emotions.
I know what it means.
- Is that a fact?
- I could die tomorrow,
and then what?
Think any of this
is going to matter?
We're dust baby.
- We're not just dust Jimmy.
We're human beings.
- But it's our human
minds that assign
meaning to our lives.
I fucking love you, so what?
What are you going
to do about it?
- How romantic.
I'll think about that while
I make your breakfast.
- Brew the coffee strong please.
- I know how you like it.
- Shit is fucking good!
- Yea, it's not bad.
- Not bad?
It's way better then anything
else out there right now.
- So?
Doesn't make it amazing
just 'cause it's better
than all the other
shit out there.
- Babe, this negativity
is really off putting.
I mean yea, we finally
get some good shit,
and you're over there.
I totally forgot this fucking
monkey was sitting here.
What's up man?
Hmm, you got the money?
Maybe I'll just bleed
you out instead.
- It's okay Gevorg.
Baby, nobody's
getting cut today.
Too messy, I'm in no mood.
- Fine.
Why the fuck are you
still sitting here?
- Hola!
- Yo, what the fuck man?
- Como estas?
- Yo, I told you
not to come out here
without calling me first.
- Hey you think I
give a shit about your
Chavalos and your
powder pushing?
- Do all you fucking beaners
got maize in your ears?
Or is it just you, huh?
- Let me tell you
something, loco.
You keep pushing me,
you're not going to
like what happens.
- Fuck you going to do?
- How about, I call some of
my cartel boys down here,
to rape your little slut,
gouge your eyes out,
watch you peck around
like a fucking blind chicken.
Hey, come on, lighten up, loco!
Shit, I called you, I
left a message, read?
You never got back to me.
So I came down here in person,
to discuss some
time-sensitive business.
- Fucking blow got me all jumpy.
What the fuck do you want?
Make it quick.
- How would you like to
expand your business?
- Well you know I would love to,
but Lorenzo runs the show.
I'm already at
capacity, in accordance
with our agreement.
- What if Lorenzo's
not around anymore?
- What if, what if?
What if?
- Some shit's getting
ready to go down.
- I'm listening.
- The question is,
how much would you
be willing to pay
to get in on it?
- Huh.
Since you seem to be
the man with the plan,
why don't you save
us both the time
and let me know how much
it's going to cost me?
- I'm not sure.
I'm going to have to
talk to my best guy.
And then double it.
- Yea, why do we need the best?
- Word is, Lorenzo's
dying, amigo.
He needs a kidney.
- Yea, how do you know this?
- Because birdies
talk, and birdies sing.
And then big Tommy
pays me a visit.
Yea, well well.
- Don't start with
me bro, I'd prefer to
make this as painless
as possible, alright?
- Good to see you old friend.
- We're not friends
anymore, are we Roy?
- Well, since your
little accident.
- I'm here to talk business.
- Okay, well,
how about a little drink
for old time's sake?
- No.
I need you to move
something for me.
- You know what they
say about forgiveness?
To forgive is to
set a prisoner free.
Then you find you
that prisoner's you.
- It's time sensitive.
And extremely valuable,
and that's why
I came to you.
- He wants me to courier
a package from Mexico.
Tells me that there's a
kidney inside that box.
- Yea, makes sense I guess.
Nobody's seen Lorenzo in months.
- Big Tommy was
very, very serious
about the time frame.
- Won't they know it was you?
- They'll suspect.
With all the
connections I got, I got
diplomatic immunity.
- And what if they
come after you anyway?
- You let me worry about that.
Lorenzo's got way too
many enemies down south.
- And little birdie's do talk.
- When you're alone, it's hard
to be present with
your thoughts.
And that's our
innate fear of death
manifesting around the
things we can't control.
- No, man.
It's 'cause I've got regrets.
- But you can't change the past.
- Yea, but at least if
I'm going to get clipped,
I know it's going to
fucking happen fast.
What I'm most terrified of,
is the thought of a
slow painful death,
not actually dying.
Especially after what I saw
my dad go through, you know?
- God rest his soul.
- Yep.
Cheers to that, man.
What's up with
the lotus ink bro?
- Take the boy out the hood.
- Is that a gang tattoo?
- No man, we just got pride
from where we're from.
Those guys had my
back and I had theirs.
We weren't a gang in the
traditional sense, but
we protected each other.
- So why'd you leave, man?
- Honestly?
Too cold.
- Uh huh.
So is that really why you left?
The weather?
- Me and my boys got in a
fight outside the derby.
One of them got shot.
Did you know Rick Mckeeum?
- Nah, man.
- After that, things
just kind of slowed down.
Felt like I was
waiting around for
something bad to happen.
Figured if I came out here,
give me a chance to start fresh.
- How's it working out for you?
- It's working.
'Cause I'm sitting
here, with Clyde,
drinking beers
and getting a tan.
What about you, why'd you leave?
- Do you remember
Mike, my cousin?
- I never knew him,
I remember he got killed.
- Yea, well after...
My father died, and Mike,
I kind of realized I was
going down the wrong path.
- I'm sorry, I
know you guys were close.
- I wasn't ever really
that close to my dad, man.
Not like you.
- I was talking about Michael.
- Right, right.
- Jimmy!
- Mr. slick!
- Come on to the office.
- Nah man, I got to get going.
I just got to go.
- I got some Tequila,
and I want to
talk to you anyway, come on.
- There's an extra
1,000 bucks here.
- I thought you
deserved a little bonus.
- No thanks.
- Jimmy, don't be rude.
- I don't mean to be rude, but I
like our arrangement
just fine the way it is.
And I know what it
means if I take that.
- What are you talking about?
- It means I work for you.
- And what do you do now?
- Now I work with you,
there's a big difference.
- How's that?
- Simple.
I bring you cars
for $2,500 a pop.
And you know as well as I do,
I can go anywhere in town
and get that same price.
What makes us special, is
that we're both consistent.
- Is that a fact?
- Damn straight.
- You know?
This Tequila's
made from a cactus.
Meant to be sipped, and enjoyed.
To power and money.
You know, but sometimes Jimmy,
you got to just say, "fuck it."
- What's this about Roy?
- I got a special job for you.
- I don't do special jobs.
- Not even for big money?
- How much we talking?
- 20 grand.
- I just told you I
don't do special jobs.
- 50 then.
- You're just going to
throw numbers at me now?
- Yea, I'm serious.
- Well then again,
respectfully Roy,
I'm going to have to decline.
- Well how about
a respectable...
100 grand?
- Thanks for the drink.
- 200 grand.
Ah, now I've got your attention.
- Are you serious?
- I don't fuck around Jimmy.
- What kind of job we talking?
- Just another boost.
You got five minutes
to steal a car,
containing some
really valuable cargo.
It's going down
in broad daylight.
All you got to do,
bring me the car.
Don't ask any questions,
and that's it.
- That's it?
- Yep, that's it.
- Two fifty.
- I got to make a call.
- What for?
- Now I know your price.
- Tommy, you mind?
You know who I am?
- You must be Lorenzo.
But you don't look sick to me.
- That's because I'm not.
At least not in the body.
Maybe in the mind.
- I thought this was all
about you needing a kidney.
- What's your name kid?
- Jimmy.
- What do you do Jimmy?
What's your thing?
- I boost cars.
- And how did you wind
up working for Austin?
- I don't work for nobody.
- And yet, here we are.
It's amazing isn't it?
How crystal clear
a situation becomes
when you're looking at
it from the outside?
- It's a matter
of point of view.
- Exactly.
We're animals.
That's part of our conundrum.
Greed serves us
very well in nature,
but in the human world,
we have our intellect
to tell us otherwise.
- If you were me, you would
have done the same thing.
- Hard to say.
You know I have to
kill you, right?
- You don't have to do anything.
- I didn't get to be in this
position by being merciful.
- Mercy?
Is that what we're
talking about?
- If you were in my position,
you'd do the same thing.
- Hard to say.
- How old are you kid?
- 26.
- Jesus.
When I was 26, I
lived in Chelsea.
- Why'd you come here?
- Because I knew
that I would have to
burn some people
if I wanted to get
where I wanted to go.
Or, move somewhere else,
and take what was mine.
I chose the latter.
- Makes sense, but why L.A.?
It's the weather, right?
I'm from Detroit, you
ever been to Midwest?
It's fucking cold.
- First I went to New York.
But the guineas run that town.
Also, cold.
After a few years,
I came out to L.A.,
and I knew right
away, I'd hit it.
- How'd you know?
- Back then, my
main thing was blow,
and this bitch ran all
the coke from Mexico.
Ruthless cunt named Graciela.
Bat shit crazy, that broad.
And good looking
too, huge titties.
But if she even thought
you'd crossed her,
she'd have you burned
alive, cut out your eyes,
and chop off your dick.
That's the funny
thing about people,
you can deify them, but
that the end of the day,
their flesh is just
as soft and fragile
as a baby girl's.
- Something tells me things
didn't end well for Graciela.
- She fell victim to her vanity.
And then I put a
gun under her chin
and blew her fucking head off.
Men get a bad wrap,
but it never ceases
to surprise me, how
stupid a woman becomes
when she sees a big dick.
Just like that, pow,
no more Graciela,
and I'm running the
coke from Mexico.
You think the
wetbacks give a fuck
who's running the shit?
They don't, trust me, as
long as you're consistent.
You ever been in love?
- What?
- You ever been in love?
- Sure I have.
- Tell me about it.
- First time was Sarah Madson.
She was a couple of
years older than me.
She lived up the street.
When I was 16, we hooked up.
Spent the summer together.
Used to pick her up in my truck,
and we'd sleep under
that stars at this lake
near my home town.
- Was she beautiful?
- Yea.
- So that's it?
Just Sarah?
- And my girl Sherry.
- Sherry?
- Yea, my girl Shereen.
- Tell me about her.
- She's different.
She's special.
I can't figure it out.
She never asks me for much.
She maintains this, distance.
I tell her I love
her all the time
'cause honestly I do, but.
- But what?
- I don't know, nothing
man, it's hard to explain.
What do you care anyway?
- All my life, I've
spent avoiding love.
I've had a few meaningful
relationships, but
when it comes to women,
friends, family, in
our line of work,
it's best to keep it lean.
Loved ones become...
Like blind spots.
I have a daughter, Jimmy.
Sierra.
She's seven.
Never loved her
mother, but, the moment
I laid eyes on my little girl,
my world flipped.
Except for Tommy,
I kept her a secret
from my entire organization.
The only reason I'm telling you,
is that she's the one
who's dying, not me.
And I need your help
to save her life.
- This whole thing's
about a little girl?
A little girl, and
a blood disease.
It's ironic really.
All the energy I expended
trying to keep her a secret,
and now, apparently,
it's the very same thing
that's brought us
to this unfortunate
and somewhat
impossible situation.
- Why should I believe you?
- You said it
yourself, look at me.
I'm as healthy as a horse.
Now I'm going to
level with you Jimmy.
Because we're running
fucking short on time,
and we could chat
here all night.
Even if the kidney is intact,
she still has only a
70% chance of it taking.
I'm not going to
sit here and make up
some elaborate lie about how
if you help me, I
will let you go.
You fucked me, Jimmy.
And I know you didn't mean it,
but you did it anyway.
And now you have
to pay the price.
So, this is going to go down
one of either two ways.
One, you're going
to tell me where
the kidney is, and
when I have it,
Tommy here, is going
to put a bullet
through your heart.
Or, you don't tell
me where it is,
and I have one of my
less civilized guys
go to work on you.
- What if I set
everything right?
- Jimmy, I have my reputation.
- So that's it?
- That's it.
- Although I myself am not
a violent man, Lorenzo,
I understand people like you.
So before I agree to anything,
here are my terms.
I need two things.
One,
I want 150k.
For my girl Shereen.
Put her brother through college,
take care of her for a while.
And two,
you got to let me go
for a couple hours.
I'll bring you back the
kidney, that's a promise.
But I need some time.
- You know I can't
do that Jimmy.
- Just hear me out.
Like I said, I understand
people like you.
I know that you'll find
the thing that I love most
and destroy it if I
try to skip town or
do anything stupid.
And I don't value
my life that much,
I never have.
But just so we're clear,
I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you.
I need a little time.
- Jimmy, what the fuck man?
- I need your help, I'm in deep.
- This is bad.
This is really bad.
- I know.
I got caught up in this
shit and it's all fucked up.
- What shit?
Buy, sell organs on
the black market shit?
- No, it's not my thing, it's.
- Then what is your thing?
- I boost cars!
- I always knew you were
into some shady shit man,
but this is serious.
- I know!
- That kidney
belongs to somebody
and they're going to die
if they don't get it.
- I know.
- Then what the fuck?
- I was hired to steal
this car for big money.
I didn't know it
was in the trunk,
I knew it was valuable,
I figured it was drugs.
- And?
- And during the boost
some guy shows up
and puts a gun in my
face and I stab him man,
I stab him in the neck
with a screwdriver.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait,
you stabbed a guy?
- It was self defense!
- Look, Jimmy, that's murder.
- What are you doing?
- I'm a cop man.
I know that we got a history,
but I got to take you in.
- Take me in?
I called you 'cause
I need you help!
- Put your hands on your head.
- Are you serious right now?
Friendship, loyalty, does
that mean anything to you?
We're practically family!
- I know Jimmy.
But I'm not one of
your lotus brothers
and I certainly won't be
an accessory to murder.
Now put your hands
behind your head!
- No.
Come on.
You made me do it man, I'm
not going to shoot you.
I called you 'cause
I need your help
and no one in this fucking
town's got my back.
These guys want to kill me,
bad guys want to kill me.
So you can either help me
survive the next 24 hours,
and be part of the
solution, or not,
and then you're just
another part of the problem.
- Jimmy I'm a cop man.
This could cost me my badge.
This is my career.
- Then forget I ever called you.
- Jimmy I'm sorry man.
- Fuck you Clyde.
- Jimmy wait!
- Boys!
- Shut the fuck up Roy.
Roy?
Roy?
Roy?
- The fuck?
- Roy listen to me.
One of my guys got
stabbed in the neck today,
with a screwdriver,
during your pickup.
- You mean your pickup!
- Listen, our personal
stuff aside Roy,
I trusted you again
and you have fucked me.
So you got about 30
seconds to start talking,
or I am going to make
your life miserable, huh?
- I don't know anything!
- Sledge.
You like to talk Roy,
everybody in town
knows that you like to
talk, so talk to me.
Huh?
- Hey, I don't know
what you're talking...
- goddammit I don't
get people like you!
You know what, you
just keep digging
deeper and deeper right?
You just won't look,
grab his hand.
You know what infuriates me?
Is that think you're so smart,
but you're not Roy,
and on top of that,
you're a horrible liar, so
all that ends up happening,
is you waste important
people's valuable time,
with all of your bullshit, huh?
- Wait, wait,
wait, what's he doing?
- Every time you lie to me,
I'm going to rip out
one of your fucking
fingernails, okay?
So start talking!
- Okay I'll tell you
everything I know!
Wait, wait, wait!
Okay, I'll tell you, I'll
tell you everything I know.
Okay, word is, this
coked up kid, Austin.
He found out about the package.
He must have thought
that it was like,
a load of blow, because
that's his deal.
Hey, hey, he lives in Vernon.
- I know who Austin is Roy.
But what that doesn't
account for is how
Austin knew about the package,
unless you told him!
- I swear to god, I
didn't say a thing!
He deals to the
Armenians, and he knows
all the real border borther's!
They must have
fond out something!
I didn't say a thing.
I swear.
- That is a great story Roy.
That is a great story.
You know?
I guess a half truth is better
than no truth at all, so.
I'm going to pay you for
that info, thank you.
But you still owe me one.
I'm going to call you.
Get your money for you, okay?
- God dammit!
- Listen, I'm going to need you
to start from the beginning.
I'm all ears.
But if you want my help,
I need to know everything, okay?
- I don't know where to begin.
- What about the guy that
put a gun up to your head
in the parking lot?
Did he say anything?
- He asked me who
I was working for.
He mentioned Lorenzo.
- He said "Lorenzo?"
Oh shit.
He must be talking
about Lorenzo champs.
- Who's that?
- He's a big time gangster.
Runs a lot of operations
in and out of L.A.
He's our west
coast kingpin, man.
You know, we've been trying to
nail him down for years, but.
- But what?
- He's good Jimmy.
He's real good.
All of his businesses
are legit now.
Except for the coke.
- So what's he
want a kidney for?
- Who knows man?
People pay a lot of
money for the shit.
- I just keep thinking
about that guy
in the parking lot man.
I didn't have a choice,
you got to believe me.
- Oh I believe you.
Now I need you to tell me
exactly what it is
that you want me to do.
- You must be Jimmy.
Come on in, have seat.
You don't need that
pistol, cowboy.
- I'll be the judge of that.
- We're on the same side.
So where's this box?
I want to see this thing.
- It ain't far.
Where's my money?
- You'll get your money when
you deliver the package.
So if there's someone
you need to call,
now would be a good time.
- No, we'll wait
'till Roy gets here,
then I make that call,
and I decide how this
is going to work together.
- Okie dokie.
I'm crystal by the way.
Your services are
much appreciated.
Roy spoke very highly of you.
- That a fact?
- So you thirsty?
Care for a tasty beverage?
Or maybe a bump?
- No thanks, I had a
pretty rough morning.
- Yea, I heard about that.
Sorry.
Could you please stop
pointing that at me?
I'm a girl, it's rude.
- So how do you know Roy?
Everyone knows Roy.
- Wasn't he supposed
to be here by now?
- Dude, relax, you're tense.
You're kind of cute though.
Where you from?
- Detroit.
- Yea, I can see that.
You kind of got that whole
trashy urban guy thing going.
- Yea, where you from?
- The hills.
Oh, do you want one?
Mellow the fuck out!
You just made a
shit ton of money,
and as soon as you
deliver your package,
all's going to end well for you.
How about that drink?
- I don't like this,
you're stalling!
- Excuse me?
- Where's my fucking money?
- I don't like your
tone Jimmy from Detroit.
- Well I almost
got killed earlier,
so don't really give
a shit what you think.
Now where's my fucking money?
- Alright, you
left me no choice.
- What are you doing?
- Helping you relax.
You really are new
at this, aren't you?
Now take one more
step, and I'll shoot.
Baby!
You can come out now!
- What?
- Nothing.
- Have a soft spot for the kid?
- Yea, I guess so.
- What was I supposed to do?
Let him go?
- No, I don't know.
It just, this doesn't
feel right, you know?
- It happens.
- Yea, but not like
this, and when the kid
did the right thing Lorenzo.
- Maybe in the end,
he got mixed up with
the wrong people.
Roy, that weirdo coke head.
- Austin.
- Nobody with half a brain
would work for that guy.
- Yea, I don't think he
was working with Austin.
I mean, Roy maybe, but
he didn't know Austin
from a hole in the
wall, I mean that guy
was cutting his face up
when we went in there.
- Jesus Christ.
- It's you.
- What the fuck is
the matter with you Austin?
- Are you really going
to lecture me old man?
- Look, what's up with
the sense of entitlement?
Huh?
I mean, didn't we
talk about this?
One day I'm going to be too old
and too tired to deal
with this bullshit?
And then it was going
to be Austin's time.
Right, but you
couldn't wait, huh?
You just insist on
disrespecting me
over and over and over again.
- Disrespecting you?
I'm just trying to
expand my business.
If you were in my shoes,
you would be doing
the exact same thing.
- Fair enough.
However, if I want someone dead,
I get them dead, and
I make damn well sure
they know it was me, that
wanted them that way.
You idiots, you get
involved in shit without
any concept of cause and effect.
- Wow, you...
Do realize we're talking
about drug trafficking?
Transporting human organs
on the black market
and murder?
This isn't Sicily circa 1940.
We're not in the godfather.
Some stupid gangster movie.
Okay, I saw an opportunity.
It's that simple.
And when Lorenzo's body is
drained and cold in the earth,
no one is going to gove
a shit how it happened.
- I guess you didn't see all the
guys in nice suits
with huge guns.
Okay.
I'm going to explain it to you.
There's a Gulf here,
there's a divide.
A great divide, if you will.
On the one side you
got classy gentlemen,
that get nice
things, cars, houses.
Beautiful women,
big bank accounts.
Fillet Mignon.
Manicured lawns, and we
get to have those things
because well, we
live by a creed.
A sense of civility, right?
And then on the other
side, there's you.
You're a fuck up, man.
You're a psychopath.
You make bad decisions,
both personally,
and businesswise, that
affect other people.
You have no reverence
for the game
and you played it wrong.
You're lost in the woods
without a compass Austin,
and do you know
where that gets you?
- Lorenzo doesn't
have the kidney.
Okay, and time's
running out, right, huh?
Jimmy here is
working with a cop.
And he's the one who
has the package, so.
- Is that right?
- That's right.
Ask him.
- Is that true kid?
- You really going
to shoot me Tommy?
Wouldn't Lorenzo
rather whack the guy
who sold him out?
That would make sense to me.
- Austin, you are a
tragic character in this
play of fools, brother.
- How's that?
- Because you played it wrong.
- Killing me,
would be bad for business.
I move too much product.
- That's true.
However, that's why
these guys are here.
Sledge.
- No, no!
No!
You don't have to do this!
Tommy, no!
Baby!
No!
- You were just too eager.
Will you untie the kid?
Let's get the fuck out of here.
- So, no more Austin.
- Yea, good riddance.
Wish I'd taken care of the
whacko a long time ago.
- These things play out Tommy,
that's just the way it is.
- No, I know, but
I don't like it.
I mean Roy's the one
that made this mess.
- He wanted the guy whacked,
just think of this as part
of the payment process.
- But even if that's true,
what, we're just happy
to have the Armenians
do Roy's dirty work?
- Doesn't matter now.
- Alright, so let me
get this straight.
Even thought you and I both know
that it was Roy
that sold us out,
you're not thinking
what I'm thinking?
- No Tommy.
You know we can't touch him.
This'll blow the lid
off the whole thing.
Got a lot of things on my mind,
the last thing I need
is some bigger problem
south of the border.
- Come on.
- This isn't open
for discussion!
- Alright.
How's she doing?
- We'll see.
- Jimmy.
What the fuck happened
to your face man?
- Where is it?
- It's in the kitchen.
- If I'm not back later,
you need to give this to
my girl Shereen, okay?
Here's her address.
Promise me you'll
give it to her!
- Jesus.
- Promise me!
- Jesus, I promise
man, I promise!
- Take care of this.
- What would you do with
a few hundred grand, baby?
- What?
- What would you do with a
few hundred grand,
if you go it today?
Or tomorrow?
- I don't know.
Put it down on a house, I guess.
I have no idea, why?
- Just wondering.
- I would put some
money away for
Mickey's college, I
would definitely do that.
- I would start a lot.
- What, like a parking lot?
- No, like a used car lot.
I would buy and sell cars.
Maybe I'd take you on a trip.
I hear Pontiac, Michigan's
beautiful this time of year.
- Let's go to the east coast.
- Let's go.
Mm, this bacon's so good baby.
- You like it?
- I'm in love with it.
Almost as much as you.
- You don't need money when
bacon makes you so happy.
- Damn right.
I was going down
to Alvera street,
and I saw it and
I thought of you.
You like it?
- I love it.
- What?
- Nothing.
- Then what's the problem?
- It makes me feel
uncomfortable when you
look at me like that.
- You're going to have
to explain that to me.
- I love you Jimmy.
I do.
I just.
- Just what?
- Let me tell you a story.
When I was a little girl,
I went to visit my
family in Mexico.
And that summer
they had this goat.
On the farm.
I loved little Billy
more than anything.
He was black and
white, and used to
follow me everywhere.
I was only five
years old, and I'd
never been on a farm before.
So I didn't understand
that they would
raise a goat once a
year, to be harvested
in the fall, for the
festival to make Berria.
One day, I was
called to the corral,
as everyone else in the family.
We gather around, and,
we watched as my
grandfather slaughtered him.
Being so young, I
had no idea this was
going to happen, so...
I was...
Desperate and I started to cry.
As my grandfather
cut his throat.
When he heard my
cries, the poor Billy
became distressed
and started to panic,
and struggle for his life.
- He was being slaughtered.
- No.
That wasn't it.
Everyone else,
including the goat,
up to that point,
were extremely calm.
It was actually
me who scared him.
My Tia grabbed my hand and said,
"let him go."
"Your fears are scaring him."
"His life was not meant for you,
"he doesn't belong to you."
"His life was meant for
a different purpose."
"He gives his body
and blood to us,
"and we thank him
by honoring him
"for his sacrifice."
At first I was confused.
But then I understood.
And my empathy evaporated,
and I realized she was right.
It was me who was
keeping him here.
- So what did you do?
- I let him go.
Thank you.
- Hey man, I got to
ask you something.
- Hm?
- You consider pizza
hut a pizzeria?
- I don't know.
- I'm asking you a question.
Yes or no?
- No, I don't think
pizza hut is a pizzeria.
- No?
They serve fucking pizza.
- Okay.
You know, I went
there the other day
and got in an argument
with the waitress.
I asked for two slices.
She says, "no."
- I don't think they
do slices at pizza hut.
- That's not the point.
The point is, I
asked for two slices,
she goes, "what do we
look like, a pizzeria?"
Now tell me that
wouldn't piss you off.
- Got to work on your
anger management.
- Yea, anger management.
- Breathe.
- Take it in, let it out.
Pop her in the face.
What's the plan here, man?
- Keri's going to pull
up, drop the car off,
he's going to be
under the wheel well,
package is in the back.
- Under the wheel well,
or on the wheel well?
- It's under the wheel well
in like a, little
hide-a-key thing.
- The fuck's a hide-a-key?
- Know what a hide-a-key is?
Little fucking black
box, got magnets on it?
Slidey door, key goes in there,
your stick it under the
car, in case you leave.
- A fucking hide-a-key.
- I'll find it.
- Got those hide-a-keys
that got those
little fake rocks, you
never seen those shits?
- Dude, I'm from Brooklyn,
we got no fake rocks.
I'll find it though.
- Can't see anything.
- Just give it a minute.
Alright, go.
Fucking hide-a-key,
don't know what a
fucking hide-a key is.
The fuck?
No, no!
No, no, no!
Oh fuck, no!
Hey!
You, you!
Motherfucker!
- Hello?
- Who is this?
- Who's this?
- This is the guy
that knows that you're
speaking on a dead man's
cell phone, that's who.
Some stunt you pulled
back there kid.
- What do you want?
Big Tommy?
- Alright, listen.
Before you and I get
off on the wrong foot,
I'm going to give
you an opportunity
to set this right.
Under normal circumstances, that
wouldn't exist for someone
in your predicament.
Right, but this
shit is personal.
Keep in mind that the
man that I work for,
he's not going to
stop until you are
cut into little tiny pieces.
- You think I don't
know that already?
- Well then what's it
going to take for you
to bring me back the car?
- Don't you mean kidney?
That's not going to happen
until I have my money.
- How much did they offer you?
- 250 grand.
- I'll match it.
- Go on.
- I want to know who hired you.
- I'm not saying
anything until I have
my insurance policy.
- Well, you're going to
need more than that kid.
- What do you mean?
- It's going to take
more than a simple trade
to set this straight, you
killed one of our guys.
Alright?
That being said,
there's going to be
a price on your head,
people are going to die.
If you want to get this
straight, you and I,
we're going to have
to work together
so that means that we
will have to establish
some trust.
Alright?
I want to know who hired you.
- I'll call you back
in a half an hour.
In the mean time,
you can talk to Roy.
- Now I need you to tell me
exactly what it is
that you want me to do.
- Nothing yet.
I just need the package.
Some place safe
for my protection.
Just go home and hang
tight, and I'll call you.
- Okay, but I thought
you wanted my help
with these guys.
- The only thing
I need now is for
the package to be
some place safe with
someone I can trust.
Can you do that for me Clyde?
- Yea.
Yea, I can do that.
- Then I need to
make a phone call.
- I'm gonna call you,
get your money for you, okay?
Bye.
That motherfucker.
- Yea.
What are you going
to to about it?
- I'm a lead the kid there,
and let him handle it.
That's the plan.
Here he is.
You want your money, don't you?
- Yea.
- Then you're going to
have to go in there,
and you're going
to have to get it.
Alright, that's the
deal we're making.
Look, we'll be right behind you.
Okay, as soon as the
Armenians get here,
we're going to swoop in.
- Baby?
You can come out now.
- You'll only make it worse!
Is it the pain?
Or the horror of being
maimed that's worse?
- You're a monster!
- I'm an artist.
You know why I'm an artist?
It's because the
lines you can draw.
The layers of a person
you can peel away.
Like an onion.
If it's enough,
you see steam
rising off of them.
All that heat.
All that life.
Literally.
Evaporating.
I feel its fever.
- Help me!
Help, help me!
- You can scream all you want,
nobody can hear you!
Ready?
Huh?
- Wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!
- Baby, baby!
This is my favorite part.
- Baby?
- Gevorg, what the fuck?
- What the fuck,
where were you guys?
- We had to wait for the
cavalry to show up Jimmy.
- So what's next,
what are we doing?
- You're going to take
the money to Roy's.
Look, I promised him
the money for the info.
Then we ripped his
fingernail out.
Then I guess you could say that
I needed an
insurance policy too.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.
I'll call you later okay?
Thanks.
You alright with this, huh?
- So basically I have
to convince this guy
that I'm going to
give up my life,
and give him the kidney?
- Yea.
Basically.
- What if he doesn't buy it?
- Look Jimmy, just play it
like we talked about, okay?
Assure him, reassure him.
Convince him.
- He's just going to
give me 150 grand?
- Yea, if you can convince him
that you're willing to die.
I think he will, yes.
You can do this Jimmy.
- And I don't value
my life that much,
I never have.
But just so we're clear,
I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you.
I need a little time.
- He needs a little money,
and you're going to drive him.
- And we'll just meet back here?
- Yea.
- Okay.
We're going to let him keep it?
- What do you think?
- I don't know, he
seems alright to me.
And if he brings us the package.
- Shame it had to
go down like this.
- Yea.
Could have been any of
us back in the day, huh?
- But it wasn't.
- Alright, well I should go.
- If the kid,
so much as hints that
he's going to book,
do him.
- Okay.
- You got two hours.
I'll go get the money.
- So you talked to your guy,
he knows what to do?
- I told him exactly what to do.
- But I mean, you're confident?
I mean you trust him that
he can do this, right?
- He said he would.
- Alright, but,
you know, this has
got to look real Jimmy.
If this is going
to work, you know,
for both of us, okay?
- Don't worry, this
guy's a perfectionist.
- He better be.
- Here's her address.
Promise me you'll
give it to her.
- Jesus.
- Promise me!
- Jesus, I promise
man, I promise!
- I don't have much time.
- Yo Jimmy, wait man!
I got something I got
to say before you go.
After my mother died,
my father and I were never
really the same, you know?
And I know that he saw
you as more of a son
than he ever saw me.
And that was hard.
I never got to say
goodbye to my father, man.
And I know you did right
by him when he was sick.
And I never got a chance
to thank you for that.
So in case for some reason,
I don't ever see you again,
I love you man.
You sure you're
going to be alright?
You sure?
- Yea, I'm sure.
- Take care of this.
- It's alright.
You alright?
You did good, come on.
Come on!
Come on, walk it off.
Woo.
Alright.
Ready?
Hey.
You alright?
You did good.
- So that's it?
- Unless she dies
Jimmy, and then
I'm going to come find you.
- She won't.
- Yea.
But if she does.
Oh my goodness.
You know Jimmy, you and I
actually made a
pretty good team.
- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.
- Why'd you want
to work with me?
- I didn't.
Jimmy, I did this for Sierra.
- Lorenzo's little girl?
- Yea, Lorenzo's her
father, you know, but...
She's my little girl.
- I see.
- He wasn't lying, you know?
He would have killed you Jimmy,
he would have killed you.
He wouldn't have
thought twice about it.
You know?
But then we would have
lost the package and I...
I just, I...
I couldn't have that.
And I'm sure he gave
you a great performance
when he was
interrogating you, but...
Truth is, he is a
horrible father.
- So you love her?
- Can't have kids of my own.
And it's not her
fault, you know?
It's not her fault that
her father's a gangster,
and mom was a whore.
And she can say, you know?
It's not her fault.
I don't know Jimmy.
There's no playbook
for this type of shit.
I didn't like letting you walk,
after what you did to Lou.
Like I said,
there's no playbook.
All I know is that,
in this line of work, you...
You make the guy that's
got the thing you want,
you make him an ally.
Not an enemy.
That's how I played it.
- Well I hope you know that I
never would have taken
this job if I had
known what the package was for.
- Doesn't matter now.
Here.
- Time to cash in
that insurance policy?
- Yea.
I want you to call
me when it's done.
Okay?
Hey Jimmy.
You asked me, but...
Why'd you do it?
- It was the ultimate boost.
- You disappear kid.
- Back the fuck up!
Take a seat!
- Jimmy, Jimmy,
take it easy man!
- Take it easy?
- Please, have a seat Jimmy.
- I'm not sitting anymore today.
I don't want to talk,
I just want my money.
Pick it up!
Open it up!
Shut it!
- Please.
Now, come on, Jimmy.
- Fuck you.
- Do you mind?
- Do it slow!
- You know I lied Jimmy.
- No shit!
- About the Tequila.
It's really cheap.
- All tastes like shit to me.
- Okay, one last request, amigo.
How did we end up this way?
- I guess I got lucky.
- I don't believe in luck.
- You could use some by now.
- Hey you don't
have to do this man,
you got your money.
- And you almost got
me killed, twice!
- Hey, it wasn't personal!
- How's that?
- Lorenzo.
Killed my cousin Graciela.
This was my first
chance to get even.
- Why me, why the
bullshit story?
- I wanted to get rid of Austin.
I figured Lorenzo's
guys would kill him.
And I was hoping you'd
get away, and you did!
- You're a terrible liar.
But it doesn't matter now.
I'm not killing you for Lorenzo.
He already thinks I'm dead.
- So Tommy gets his wish.
At the hands of a dead man.
- These things play out.
- That's why I like you Jimmy.
'Cause you're smarter
than the average bear.
But let me give you
a word of advice.
For the future.
You wear your heart
on you sleeve.
And that makes you weak.
- So my life was
worth 500 grand?
And now I'm buying it
back for a lot more.
- You would have done the
same thing in my position.
- Hard to say.
- Salut Jimmy.
- Salut Roy.
- Hello?
- It's done.
- No, sorry, you got
the wrong number, bud.