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Top Coat Cash (2017)
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- Ladies and gentleman it is now time for the main event of the evening. Your current, reigning, defending bfc champion, Johnny Thompson. He looks to be in trouble here. He's down, I can't believe it! This guys just come on cleaner. Hey, drop the gun! - Pick out a gun! Get down on floor, hurry up, hurry up. Hurry the fuck up! - Hurry up, hurry up, man i said hurry the fuck up, get down! Who the fuck you think you're looking at? Keep your hands in the air. Shut the fuck up, get to the fucking ground. - Hurry up! Come on! - We ain't got time for that. Come on! Get the fuck over there. Or else I'll blow your fucking head off. Move it, move it, move it, move it, move it! - Where the fuck, hurry up, hurry up. Get down, get down. Lay it on the ground. On the fucking, get your hands spread and it won't be any trouble. - 125. Bank robbery in progress. Arms out, everyone. You, how we doing? We got hurry back, let's go, - the problem is not your jobs, it's your credit. It says here your home was foreclosed back in, let me see here, oh, 2009, and on top of that Emily, it is Emily right? - Yes, Emily. - Okay, anyway, Emily, you recently got back to the workforce, it says here that you've been having trouble making payments on your student loans. - The only reason being I was unemployed. - Look, I understand. We know it's not your fault, but with a credit score of 415, there's just nothing I can do for you at this time. Have a nice day. - Run a CSI in the lab, we gotta make this priority one, nobody shoots one of our cops and gets away with it, we're gonna find this guy, we're gonna mess him up, bad. - Detective Lee. How's your wounded officer? - He's gonna be just find Miller, now that he knows the FBI's on the case. - The last three robberies they hit the tellers. This time they hit the vault, they're getting bolder and they're breaking their own rules. - Who's the dead civilian? - He was armed, tried to take on the two bad guys, bad guy number two got out the door and engaged our officer there in the parking lot. Wounded the officer before he got away, our civilian here is the reason why dead bad guy number one is a drt. - It's a high price. What do you have on the suspect? - No ID, nothing on him yet. But we'll have something soon. - Get as much as you can, as soon as you can. I want criminal background, work history, affiliations. The sooner we get a positive ID the sooner we can catch his partner before he pulls another job. - Johnny? Johnny Thompson. - Just back into town, figured hey, why not stop by and have a chat with the old trainer. - Come in damn it. It's close to my bedtime. Want something to drink? - You got a beer? - I'm an old, single, black man and you ask if I have a beer? - You still training? - Until I die. Mostly boxing though. - You see my last fight? - I sure did. Live in Vegas. Couldn't miss it. - Came to ask you a favor. I need you to train me again. I've got a fight coming up, a big one. The payouts huge. - What happened to your trainer in Vegas? - I dropped him. - Because of your last fight? - In part. - Jesus Johnny. You have no one to blame but yourself for that fight, I mean you moved slow, your jabs were inconsistent. And you're looking like an amateur with that crap. - Yeah well, that's why I'm here. - That picture was taken right before his death. - You know, you're the closest i had to a real father. - Your father was a good man, Johnny, just couldn't handle temptation. Bank robbery is a dangerous business. - So is fighting. - Be at the gym first thing in the morning, - seven A.M. - Thanks for the beer. - Johnny, don't make me regret this. - The deal was, you provide the girls and receive 40% of what we bring in. You're not listening. That's not what I said. We've got overhead, and who do you think checks on the girls to ensure they're turning a profit? You can point your fingers and someone else takes the risk, but I'm on the front line so don't give me that I'm taking all the risk bullshit. I got some other business to attend to. Do yourself a favor, be by the phone when I call back. Fucking prick. What the hell happened to you? You two guys are all over the fucking news! - Took too long, Brett improvised and decided to hit the vault. Some cowboy with a pistol shot him. - Nice. Looks like you got the whole take. I know it all went to shit today, but maybe we should hit the vaults every time. - Maybe. But it's gonna take more than two guys to pull it off. - How many guys do you think we need to do the job? - At least three. Two on the inside, one on the outside as the driver, four would be better. - I got somebody from the inside, Johnny Thompson. - Johnny Thompson's back? - He's back from Vegas, he's training here again. - I'll be damned. - Think he'd be interested? - Its in his blood, but I don't know. - He'd make a great partner, you know? He's smart, he's tough, he's got no fear. - Alright I'll reach out to Johnny but that's still only two, we need a wheel man. - How about that young kid? He's done some jobs for us in the past, you know the one who works with his father at the body shop. - Ah, Brendan, yeah that kid's got some skills, he's an adrenaline junkie. Hell he's so crazy, he just might do it. - Alright that's three. Let's keep it at that for right now. - So let's say, we hit the vaults, increase our take, we can't clean that kind of volume from the salon. We're talking maybe three, four times our current take, now Eric, he's done okay laundering the cash but, I don't think he can handle this kind of volume. - Alright, continue to funnel the money from the girls on the street through the mail slot. We use the bank money to get into the real estate business, we hit the banks, you falsify the loan applications for the properties we buy, we launder the money through the mortgages. - I like it. - He can't do that! Come on, come on, Johnny turn it up. - Keep the pressure on him. Good. There you go, good take down. Hey, get in on that. What are you smiling for? The guys only been training for two weeks. Your jabs are weak and your footwork is sloppy. Go hit the heavy bag. - My father heard you were back in town. Told him I had to see it with my own eyes before I believed it. - Whatever you're offering, I'm not interested. - Just came by to say hi, thought maybe we could catch up, have a drink. - I'm straightened out, Jason. The upcoming fight and my kid, all I care about now. - I saw your fight in Vegas, man you took a beating didn't you? - What do you want, Jason? What are you doing here? - My father and I have a job offer for you. If you change your mind and you're interested, time and a place is on the card. Not gonna forget what you did on the inside Johnny. You need anything, call me. - So, who are we going out with tonight? - Just Eric and my father. - You think Eric is ever going to get a girl and settle down? - I hope not, he's my last ray of hope. You ready to go? - I'm ready to go have a good time. - Baby you like this song, don't you? - You know I do. What do you think? - I think you need to go out there and get warmed up, I'm gonna talk business for a few minutes. I'll come give you what you want. - Like you know what I want? - I think you pissed her off. - She'll get over it. - Business is great, we're gonna increase our cash flow. - Really? - Thin you can handle the extra volume? - I don't know, maybe. What'd you have in mind? - Real estate, we'll buy property, flip it, take our profits. We won't hold onto any inventory, we won't keep any property. - What kind of real estate are you talking about? - Anything that will turn a profit. Commercial, residential, vacation, doesn't matter. As long as it'll close quickly, it's marketable. - Closing takes 30 to 60 days, what with appraisals, background checks, et cetera. - Eric, we've worked long enough together for me to know that you enjoy the good life, right? - Yeah. - So tell me Eric, how much is enough? - I can never have enough. - Help us with this and it's an extra 100 grand a month. - Keep talking. - Jason's a licensed real estate agent. He'll do the paperwork, you close the deal. Can you handle it? Consider that your first month's advance. - Oh yeah, I can handle it. - Alright, a toast gentlemen. - Well, I gotta take a break. - We're selling him. - Alright bye. - You guys done? - Just about. Have a little bit more business to discuss. You still pissed? - You have no idea. - Be right up. - Okay. - I don't know about you but the heat and the alcohol make me sweat like a pig. - Yeah, I have the same problem. - Hey Caleb. How you doing buddy? - Fine, do you wanna see my mom? - No, I'm here to see you. Do you know who I am? - No. - I'm your father, Caleb. I've been gone for a bit, but now I'm back. I'm here to see you. - My mom said my dad was dead. - Dead? - She said he died of cancer when I was only two. - Well, - Caleb what the hell's the door doing open? Who the hell is this? - I'm Caleb's father, who are you? - J, there's some over here claiming to be your ex. Where'd you say you were from? - I didn't. - Johnny fucking Thompson. I'll be damned. You know, never thought you'd walk again after that last fight. - Oh shit, dude that was you, man you got the fuck beat out of you. - Why don't you go back inside the house. I need to speak with Jennifer in private. - What in the hell are you doing here? - I came to see my boy. - Mom, I thought you said my dad was-- - Caleb, go inside. - But-- - I said go inside! - I have a right to see him Jennifer. - No. No you don't. You know what? You lost that right a long time ago. How long has it been since you've seen your son? Huh? Huh, maybe, I don't know six or seven years, huh? Mr. big shot fighter too good for his own flesh and blood and his wife! What about child support, huh? Forget about that too? How fucking convenient. - Listen, I'm sorry about all that. I was in a different place that I am now, I wanna make it up to him. - No, Johnny. It's too late for that. - Yeah, I think it's time you fucking left now. - And I think it's about time you shut your fucking mouth and get back inside the house! - Hey! - This doesn't concern you. - Go. Fuck, you know what? I have a court order that says that Caleb is mine! And if I see you here ever again, I will call the fucking cops, do you hear me? Now leave. I said get the fuck outta here. Fucking piece of shit. - What's the asking price? - 2.5 million. - Let's see if anybody's home. - Hi, are you here to see that house? - Yes we are. - Thanks, come on in. - How you doing? - Jason. - Nice to meet you. - It's a beautiful place. - Hope you guys haven't been waiting long. - You cost us a lot of money, Johnny. The next time you borrow money to bet on yourself, make sure you can win the fight. - Yeah well, about that. I'm not really sure what happened. - I'll tell you what happened, motherfucker. You let your ass get kicked by some 22 year old no-name, underdog bitch from the streets. And what's strange to me is how fast you went down, I watched you previous fights, that's why I agreed to this bet, so I must say I'm very disappointed in your performance. Did you know I used to be a boxer, Johnny? That's why I'm doing what I do today. I'm still pretty good with my hands, so I figure why not make money with them. The deal was simple, we loan you the money, we set the odds, and you win the fight. Now with your record that should've been a cakewalk. But I'm beginning to think that maybe you were double dipping, maybe you had a bet on the side for more money and that's why your ass went down. So, you leave Vegas. And you come and you're living here in this shit hole apartment in this shit hole town and obviously you don't have any cash stashed around here, so I guess what really happened is, how can I say it? You bitched out. Problem is, Johnny, i loaned you 150 plus the vig. Which was pretty steep in your case. But now I'd say you owe me a million. - I've got another fight coming up. And with the earnings, i can pay you what I owe you. You get the money that you lent me plus the vig, and we call it even. - That's not how it works, Johnny. You see some of the money you lost belongs to people that I don't even wanna fuck with. So the problem is i owe money as well. Now you might be thinking, what does being good with your hands have to do with being a bookie? - Cut the bullshit, Joe. Just get it over with. - Pain doesn't scare you, does it Johnny? Well I got something that will. You've got til the end of the fight to bring me a million dollars or we're gonna take your son and I'm gonna practice my trade on him. Let me tell you something, Johnny, I'm not very good with kids so imagine I'll really fuck this up. That's enough. He's gotta win his next fight doesn't he? - Yeah. - Oh yeah. While I'm thinking about it. Put that in your wallet. You remember how you felt when you lost your dad? That's nothing compared to the pain you'll feel when you lose your son. - Rachel? - Johnny. What are you doing here? - I was just here to meet some old friends. - No, I mean home, what are you doing at home? Are you just visiting? - No. - There's our boy now, chatting up the waitress. - Training? - Yeah. - For how long? - Be honest, I'm not quite sure. It's been awhile. - Yeah, it was nice running into you. - Yeah, you too. - Come see me before you leave. - Okay. - Johnny Thompson. In town less than a minute already hitting up on the redhead. - Been a long time, Johnny, good to see you. - You too. - Have a seat. - Well let's get right to it. We got a lot of jobs lined up and we need a man with your skills to make it happen. - What kind of skill set are we talking about? - What kind of skills are we talking about? We're talking about armed robbery. Banks. I need a partner, if you come in with us you get 15% of the net take. - When do we start? - Tomorrow. Meet the driver at this location. - Hey, hey! You didn't come see me before you left. - Sorry, my mind's just a bit out of the place right now. - Well, my shift is over, you wanna go grab some coffee or something? - Sure, why not. - I'll drive. So, what made you finally come back? - Mostly to get my son, i need to get him away from my ex. - And how exactly do you plan on doing that? - Money. Buys everything doesn't it? - You know, I've missed you. I know we were having some problems and everything but you just took off. Didn't even warn me. - You see my last fight? - Yeah I watched it. - You know what the funny thing is? It took a five year stint behind bars to finally gain the skills necessary to fight professionally. I mean, I grew up around it, but I never really cared for it until I got away from it. - Come on, let's go back to my place, I've got something to show you. - What? - Come on, you'll see. Here, why don't you pour us some wine and I will be right back. - What are you looking at? - Nothing. - Have a seat. I made this for you, but you left before I had a chance to give it to you. - How did you do this? - I'm a photographer, it was easy. - Yeah but, all the pictures of my father, I mean how'd you get 'em? - Connections, i know people, Johnny. Do you like it? - It's great. Thank you for doing this. So how do you know this kid? - Him and his father run a body shop, he's pulled a couple of jobs for us in the past. He's a hell of a driver. - Trust him? - With my life. Brendan. I'd like you to meet your new teammate, Johnny. - My pleasure, I've seen you on TV. You got some stones, man. Getting on the mat with some of those animals. - I like the rush. - Ah, you like the combat, I like the chase. I think that's why this is gonna work out. - Well? You ready? - Let's do it. You guys go on the side, have yourselves a look. - Not bad. - That's our wheel man. Let's go. That's the bank. They open at nine o'clock, we go in at nine thirty. Brendan's gonna Jack the car and we're gonna pull up front, I go in, exactly thirty seconds later you go in. I'll be crowd control, you take out the guard and head for the vault. That's why we have to do this in three minutes, we want that vault money. If anybody becomes a problem, take 'em out. I don't got any problem with that. - Good. More wine? - Mhm. - To us. - To us. - You know I was thinking, maybe after work dies down we should go out of town, get out of the country. - Well, where'd you have in mind? - Someplace hot, and exotic. Eric. - Jason. - How you doing man? - Good, just checking out the scenery. - You here alone? - No, no I'm here with a friend from Vegas. - Why don't you guys come over and join us? - Good idea, Joe, come over here. This is my friend Jason, - Jason, Joe. - His wife Kristen. - Pleasure meeting both of you. - So Eric says you're in town from Vegas, what'd you do? - I'm an investor, how about yourself? - I run a nail salon with my father. I also dabble a little bit in real estate. - I think you're the first white guy I've ever heard that owns a nail salon. Very interesting. You dabble in real estate, buying or selling? - Both. - Well, I have some property in Vegas you may be interested, if you are, give me a call. - So how long are you in town, Joe? - Two weeks, maybe less. - I like your suit. Looks nice on you. - Thanks. - I have to use the ladies room. I shall return, so don't go anywhere. - You have a very beautiful wife. - She keeps me on my toes. - Oh, excuse me gentlemen. I need to make a phone call. - What are you lookin' at? - Oh I think you know. Call me. When you're ready to get together again. You know last time i thought it just might have been the alcohol. - It was. - Hold on a second. - Sure. - Hey, hey, hey you, sir, you need to remove your hat. - Alright hands up, this is a hold up. You, screw it, move. - Don't you fucking fuck up. Move, move. Hurry up! - Fill that bag faster! Hurry the fuck up - move it, move it, move it, get your face down, I said. Hurry the fuck up. - Fill it, fill it! I've got my eye on you! - Move, move! - Put your face down on the ash tray! Move it, everybody get down! Hurry the fuck up, faster, faster, faster, move it! - If you die counting you will not before long your wife and kid. - Fill the bag up, you got 30 seconds, move it! Hurry the fuck up! Move it, move it, move it. Hurry, hurry up! Faster! Faster I said! I will fucking hit you! Stay down! Hurry the fuck up! - Move towards me, move towards me! - Shut up! - Mom! - Shut up! - Mom! - Shut up! - Mom! Mom! - You want your mommy? - Mom! - You want your mommy? I'll get her, get out of the car! - Mom! - Get the hell out of the car! - Mom! - Yeah? That hurt, you want some more? You want me to tie you up, you little shit? Stop, sit down. - Piece of shit. Why don't you try hitting somebody who hits back, motherfucker? - Fuck you. - Mom, mom, mom! - I will fucking kill you! - Mom! Mom! Mom! - Just hurry up and get here! - J stop it you're killing him! Hey, I'm gonna kill you! Now stay the fuck down. - The cops are coming, Johnny. - I'm gonna get you out of here Caleb. - You're going back to prison! No! No! - Get the fuck off me. - No! Caleb please let him go! My son! - Put the kid down! Put the kid down, hands on your head, turn around. Hands on your head, now turn around. - Turn around, get the kid away from him. - Get on your knees! - I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! - Let's go. - I hate you! You're going to hell, Johnny. I hate you! - Johnny Thompson? Aright 10-4. Thompson is b and b. - Hey, it's your lucky day, you made bail, come on. - Wish I could say I was surprised to see you. - Your debts just went up from one million to two million. - What's so funny, Johnny? I want in on the heists. - We have taken in anywhere near that kind of money, and the cuts already split four ways. - Well that's no problem, you just renegotiate the cuts or start hitting more banks. Now, you go tell your friends, you have a new partner. And that I'll be stopping in to pay them a visit. - Here we go. The santache brothers, huh? I see the resemblance. - I'm adopted. - That's for not telling me about the heists. - Yes? - Agent pate, I want you to make a list of every boxer, every mma fighter in the Kansas City metropolitan area, professional and amateur with a criminal record, asap. - I'll get to it as soon as I can. - Thank you. - My god. You look like shit. What the hell happened to you? - You want the long version? Or the short? - This time of night I only have Patience for the short. - Broke a guys nose, went to jail, got bailed out, and then i had the pleasure of getting my ass kicked by a very large man. - And I thought my customers were bad, what are you doing here? - I figure, hey, since my car's impounded, why not stop by and see if you want to grab a bite to eat. - Course you did. Get in. - Step into it. Good, keep your right up. Throw your hook, throw your hooks, work you body. There you go, stay more in jail, more in jail Johnny, step into your jail. Hooks, hooks, hooks to the body. Good, getting close, go to the body. Okay, use your hooks. - Which one's Johnny? - Well you don't like someone who follows the sport. Why do you wanna know? - Well, I don't follow the sport, I'm an attorney, and I have a client that follows mma and he wants me to set up a fight with Johnny, so again, which ones Johnny? - He's in the black shorts, grey tank top. - Thank you sir. - Those are looking too weak. Spit in the fucking bucket. - Thank you sir. - See the guy leaving? Says he's an attorney, has an interest in you for a fight. You ever seen him before? - No. - I'm gonna go meet some girlfriends, what are your plans? - Stay out as long as you like, got a business meeting, it's gonna take a little bit of time. - Okay, if you change your mind be sure and call me. Stop. I'm already clean I don't wanna clean up again, I'll take care of you later. - I wanna hit bigger banks. 15% of the cuts not enough. Either we renegotiate the terms, or we start hitting bigger scores. - You just get back in the game, you hit one bank and you think you're in a position to start negotiating terms? - This last job was a breeze. So why don't we go after bigger fish and make it worth the risk. - What are you thinking? - Bigger banks, bigger vaults, or two in one day. - We do that, we're definitely gonna need another guy. What do you say, wheel man? You up for the action? - I've got no problem with that. But we're taking on more risk, I'll need to exit before you and Johnny to get the car running or we'll need another guy. - No, no, no. We keep the crew as it is, we just work faster. But can you handle it? - Look man, I love the chase, and the high just got that much better, so like I said, no problem. - Alright, case out some banks, then we'll talk. - Come on, what's taking you so long? - Oh you gotta be kidding me. - Just wait a second, maybe they'll go away. - Son of a bitch. - Maybe we should ignore it, it's late, could be like a weirdo or something. - Afraid it's Jason? - Sir, you left your card at the front desk. - This is it. We have to be quick. We all go inside and we're methodical, Brendan you hit the registers, as soon as the last bag is close to full, you grab it and you get the car. Johnny, you grab the bank manager and get the vault. We have two minutes to fill four bags. Any questions? - I think we got it. - Got it. - Alright. I'll tell my dad we're on. - Good morning. - Morning. - Are you in love with me? I think you are. - What makes you so sure? - Well, last night... You did that thing I like. - So pleasure equals love. - Well, they're the same thing aren't they? - I've gotta get to the gym. - Now I could give you a much better workout than you are ever gonna get. - You know me and my background, right? I mean, I haven't always hung around model citizens. - Yeah, so you're not a priest. If you were, you wouldn't be able to do that thing I like. - Listen, because of the fighting i do, I run into guys that might try to get at me by hurting those around me. Just be careful and keep your eyes open, okay? - Do I look like a valley girl to you? - I'm serious, promise me you'll keep your eyes open. - Yeah, I'll keep my eyes open. When am I gonna see you again? - Soon, I'll call you. Oh, by the way, I do love you. I'll see ya. - Can I help you, sir? - Yeah. Get the fuck up, let's move! Let's go, let's fucking move don't make me shoot! - Let's go, get the fuck down! Let's go! - I'm gonna pee my pants! - You're so cute, just put the money in the bag, okay? Put the money in the bag, alright? Let's go, there you go, come on put the money in the bag. - Get the fuck up and let's go! 60 seconds! Get the fuck down, go, go, go. 30 seconds! Don't you fucking move! - Get the fuck down! - Thank you very much, this bank is closed! - Went smooth I take it? - Very. - Jason and I'll get the money ready to move, we gotta turn this quickly. - Son of a bitch. There's a dye-pack in this one. Half this money is marked, it's no good. - Close it, burn it. Take the three good bags, we'll count the money later. - Massage? - We're health inspectors, there's been an emergency, we need everyone out of here right now. I said everyone out now. - You heard the boss, out now! - Move it, let's go! - Let's go, everybody out, now, let's go, outside! Lady, outside let's go. Outside! You too, outside, let's go! - What the hell is going on? - I don't think we need to do anything rash. Very impressed. You're very talented Johnny. Looks like you've found a profession where you can make all of us a good living. - What are you talking about? - We're all business men here, just like you. Let's put the guns down. Johnny here owes us money and we're here to collect it. - Money's in the back, it's no good. It's marked, dye-pack. - Well that's too bad, that means you two have a new problem. Your partner here owes us a lot of money, two million dollars to be exact. And I'm beginning to believe he's not gonna be able to cover it. And since he works with you two, that makes it your problem. And your debt, as well. Now we can take care of this in a civilized manner. Or we can take care of it the way my two associates would like to take care of it which involves breaking things and hurting family members and informing the FBI that maybe they should be arresting certain people. Or we can do it my way, which is working something out where we can get the money into my hands by the end of this week. - Now hold on a second, you said I had until my next fight. - Change of plans. I'm ready to get out of this shit hole town. - Everybody just calm down. Now today was a trial run. Next week we're pulling off a score where we can all retire in style. Do you wanna pass that up? - Go on. - We'll contact you at a location and we'll bring you two million in cash, unmarked. And then Johnny's debt is cleared. - We know where you live. We know your wife and Johnny we know your girlfriend and your son and I don't think any of them want you to fuck this up. - What's going on? - Joe mccray is a bookie from Vegas. I borrowed money from him before my last fight so I could bet on myself. - Eric and the bookie are friends. Maybe Eric's been talking. - Who's Eric? - Five robberies, six sweeps, and no fucking leads. Nobody's that good. - Miller. I've got a friend in the NYPD, a few years ago he had a case that was similar to this one. Three black males dressed as white NYPD detectives rob a bank. Case goes on for weeks, then months, no leads. Nothing. - So how'd they get 'em? - One of the knuckleheads writes a letter to the mask company, he thanks them for making such great masks. - Really? - For 1,000 bucks you can have you identity changed, completely. - Well their m.O is that they're only robbing the Kansas City banks that have branches that are close to the interstate. This one was in like a half a mile from an on-ramp. - What about the fighter? - The fighter, who's that? - It's Johnny Thompson, he's from this area, he's been training in Vegas for several months. Just had a fight in Vegas, big fight, got his ass kicked, came back home got busted for domestic violence, posted bail, out in the streets within hours. - Does he have a record? - Oh hell yeah, he spent several years in the state penitentiary for accessory to armed robbery. He and his two partners robbed a convenience store. They didn't know the clerk had a gun. One of his partners turned his back on his way out, a guy named Steve Winston. The clerk shot him in the back, put him in a wheelchair. Johnny and this Winston guy never ratted on the other guy so he's still out there. Ironically his dad was also a fighter and a bank robber. Got killed in the bank heist back in the 80s. After Thompson got out of jail, he went back to the gym, trained, eventually turned pro. - Miller, we can put a tail on Johnny. We follow him, find out who he's running with, we'll ID his whole crew, and every player in it. - Where you been? - Oh you know, out with the girls, little shopping. We saw a movie. - What movie did you see? - Just some comedy, I'll say it wasn't very funny. - Who was in it? - Ben stiller, why? - That's strange, I didn't realize he had a movie out right now. - What are you doing, Jason? - I'm just trying to have a conversation with my wife. So, uh, where'd you really go? - I'll tell you what, why don't you follow me around tomorrow? Then you can see where i go and what I do everyday. Okay? - Where did you go, Kristen? - Fuck off, Jason. - Is he the first, or is he just one in a long line? - I think the fumes at the nail salon are starting to fuck with your brain a little. - You know what? - What? - You're a whore. You're no better than the whores we have working in the salon, we have an opening, no interview required for you. - At least I'm not a faggot. - The fuck did you say to me? - I said, you are a faggot. - You and your dad, running that nail salon. You're a fucking joke. - You fucking bitch! - Get off me! I'll call the FBI, - oh yeah? - I swear to god! - Yeah, yeah? - Stop it! Let go of me! - I want you to get out, you hear me? I want you to get out! Get your shit and get out of here! - If anyone's leaving, it's you. What are you gonna do, shoot me? - You're god damn right, I will. - Fine, your ass is gonna be in prison once I tell them what's been going on in that salon. - You think Eric is a Saint, what the fuck do you think we've been conducting business for? - Hello? - Eric, Joe mccray. - Hey Joe. Good seeing you the other night, I thought you said you wouldn't be caught dead here, why are you here anyway? - Business, you gotta go where the money is. - Like there's a lot for you here in Kansas City. - Listen, I'm gonna be coming into quite a bit of money here in the next few days and I could use your help deciding what to do with it. - Yeah sure. - I don't wanna talk about this over the phone so I'm out here in the parking lot, I'm wondering if I could come in, talk awhile. - Sure whatever i could do to help. - Okay. - I'll see ya in a minute. - May I help you? - Yes I'm Joe mccray here to see Eric Hoffman. - Okay, just a moment please. A Joe mccray is here to see you. Sure, I'll send him back. You can go on in. - Thank you. Nice tattoo. - Joe mccray, - hi Eric, nice to see you. - Good to see you. Come on in, come on in. So, how can I help you Joe? - Oh the usual, got some money to clean up. - How much we talking? - Two million. - Two million? Let me guess, investments? - Hey. - May I help you? - I need to speak to Eric Hoffman. - Okay, do you have an appointment? - I didn't think I needed one. - We've got a real nice piece of property we'd like to buy in Vegas. - Well I'm sorry but if you don't have an appointment-- - just pick up the fucking phone and tell him Kristen's here. - Okay. - Nice. Oh, just a minute. Yeah? Who? Tell her to give me just a minute. - Sure, alright. - He said he'll be right with you. Would you like to have a seat? - No, I'm fine. - Somebody robbing the bank or-- - shit. - Hey, hey, isn't that that wife of that guy that owns the nail salon? - Yeah it is. - You son of a bitch, you're nailing that aren't you? You know I was in the nail salon a couple days ago. Nice place. - What are you doing at his nail salon? - Business. - What'd you get? A pedicure or a sucky-fucky? - Well, you know, i figure I'm in Kansas City I might as well look good and feel good at the same time. - That's kinda weird, don't you think? - Not as weird as you fucking the wife of one of your customers. - Well she's a customer too. - That's even more fucked up. - Not really. - Oh mercy, you know what I'm starting to like Kansas City. - Well, you should. Just a minute. Yeah? - What? Well, stop her. - You want me to get that? - No. - How long are you gonna make me wait? Jesus Christ. - I'm in a meeting Kristen. - Could we have some privacy please? - Uh, I was just leaving. I'll call you on that later on. And good luck. - He knows. - Who? Knows what? - Jason, about us. He knows about us. - You're just being paranoid, he doesn't know shit. - Trust me, he knows. - Have a good day. - But I found out something you might be interested in. - Really, what's that? - I think I know how they're buying all this real estate. And I have an idea how we can leave Kansas City and be set for life. - Wait a second. I recognize that guy. He was at the gym the other day claiming to be an attorney. - He's obviously not an attorney. - Son of a bitch. Did Eric fucking rat us out? - Listen pretty lady. I have no complaints. And I've got no reason to leave. - Fine. - Excuse me. - What the hell is she doing here? - I'm Ryan Miller, special agent, FBI, where can I find Eric Hoffman? - Let me see if he's available. - No, just point me towards his office. - Do you want me to follow her? - No, I'll deal with her later. - Eric Hoffman? - Yes, how many I help you? - My name is Ryan Miller, I'm a special agent with the FBI. We are here to conduct an internal audit. Are you the person we need to speak to? - Yes, yes I am. - Hello? - This is Eric. The FBI was just here to conduct an internal audit, we're gonna figure out something quick because our ass is on the line. - I don't know who this is, but don't ever call here again. - Alright, work your way inside Johnny. - Come on Johnny, - use your jab to get inside. - More work Johnny. - Work your way inside Johnny. - What's up with you man? Your head ain't here man. Looking like shit! Get the fuck out of my gym, man. You gonna fight right in a corner looking like shit. - You see that car over there? - The Hummer, what about it? - It's been sitting there as long as we have. - I'll run the tag. - Any one of your guys out here? - Nope. - Airport rental, it's not a local. - What's going on, Johnny? You been late to most of your training sessions and when you are here it's like your mind is somewhere else. A cop was in here today asking about you, he wanted to know your training schedule, if I knew where you were on certain days and times. - Nothing I can't handle. - God Johnny, what have you gotten yourself into this time? - I gotta get my son out of here, earnest, you can appreciate that more than anybody. - What did I tell you when you came to me for help? Do you remember? I said don't let me down, and what have you done? You've let me down. We're done here Johnny. I'd hoped you'd turn out different than your father. We're done. You're on your own. - I borrowed money from a crooked bookie in Vegas and I bet that i would win the fight. And we both know how that turned out. - So how do you plan on paying him the money? - I was planning on paying him back after this next fight. But he increased my debt. - How much do you owe? - Two million. - Well don't look at me, I'm poor and I'm black. And even if I did have the money I wouldn't give it to a crazy ass cracker like you anyway. Shit. - He's been here for a couple of weeks with his two goons, waiting for me outside in the parking lot so they can follow me when I leave. If I don't get him the money in the next couple weeks, he's gonna kill my son, and I'm not gonna let that happen. - How in the hell are you gonna come up with two million dollars? - I've got a plan. But I need your help getting out of here. - I can't have them follow me. - Here he comes. - Hello, Johnny. - I just wanted to let you guys know, your front tire, it's flat. - Oh what the hell is this? Easy, not yet, not yet, let's see what happens. - What the fuck do you think you're doing? - You wouldn't harm the hand that feeds you, now would you? It's your choice. You can choose to be all over YouTube within seconds or you can get back in the car and wait for a tow truck. - If you run, I will find you. Before I find you I'll do everything I said I'd do if I don't get my money. Just remember that. - Don't forget to wave, you're streaming live. - There a problem? - I'm with the FBI. - Gentlemen, can I get anything else for you tonight? - No we're good, thank you. - Thank you. - The FBI is closing in, we need to disappear, like ghosts. We can't go home, can't go to work, and after we leave this place tonight, we can't be seen in public until we finish this next job, then we leave this city for good. You guys got somewhere to go? - How long is gonna take for the FBI to track the money back to us? - I don't have a clue. Johnny have you heard from the las Vegas bookie? - Yeah, they're kinda stuck at the moment. - What do you mean? - They were waiting for me outside my gym, so I slashed their tire. - Nice. We're gonna have to find a way to deal with them. Even if they take their cut, they're always gonna be hanging over us. Brendan, you sure you got a place to lie low? - I'll be alright. - Focus on the job first, then we'll decide how we're gonna handle it. Anything else? - Nah, that's it. - Alright. You guys know what to do. I'll see ya when it's over. - Johnny and I are gonna stick around for a minute, talk some business. - Joe's never gonna let us be. Until he has everything. - Well, we all have our problems, don't we. You have Joe and I have an unfaithful wife. - Seriously? You're gonna hold me over an unregistered firearm? We're not in Vegas anymore, Toto. - Joseph mccray, a bookie from Vegas, you've lived a pretty colorful lifestyle. Arrested in '95 for assault, '96 for attempted murder, served two years for the state pen. Out on parole, Dallas 2000, busted again for fraud and embezzlement. Your parents must be proud. - My father told me, you do what you gotta do to support the lifestyle you deserve. - What are you doing in Kansas City? - I hear they got some crazy little women here and I'm gonna get me one. - No, no, no, let's do this again. What the fuck are you doing in Kansas City? - They tell me ugly mother fuckers like you can get laid around here, is that true? Go fuck yourself. - So you think Thompson's got money, and you and the Frankenstein brothers are gonna collect. How you plan on doing that? We found three unregistered guns in the trunk of your car, even for an ex-con like you, pal, that's a felony. - That's 15 years Joe, a mandatory minimum of 15 years, federal time, that means no parole and you'll do every single day. - I'm running out of time. I'm tired of fucking with lowlifes like you. So here's what we're gonna do. You help me catch Johnny Thompson and his crew and I'll tell the atf to back off. Otherwise I'm gonna watch you squirm like the little cockroach you are while the full extent of the law comes down on you like a ton of bricks. - Can I come in? - Where have you been? - The last time I talked to you you told me that you might be in some sort of trouble and that I should watch my back. And then I don't hear from you until now. - I'm sorry. Will you hear me out? - Does it look like I'm going anywhere? - I'm gonna tell you everything that's happened since I left Vegas and what I'm about to do and I need you to promise me that you'll think very hard before you agree or disagree with what I'm about to ask you. If you agree, you can never come back to Kansas City. And you have to leave this apartment tonight but I promise you, Rachel, I can and I will take care of you for the rest of our lives. - Unbelievable. You need to listen to me. Do you know why I chased you down in that parking lot? It wasn't because I wanted to rekindle whatever this shit is that we have, this fucked up relationship. It's because I needed closure. I waited for you while you were in prison and then you up and leave, cut me out of your life to start a new one in Vegas. You can't just do that, you can't just walk into people's lives at your own convenience. It doesn't work that way. And then, like an idiot, I took you into my home. Realized how much i missed you and how lonely I've been. And I fucking sleep with you. When I was in high school, i used to sneak out of my mom's apartment in the middle of the night and I'd go and sit on the sidewalk facing the street. I would stare at the cars passing and just hope to catch a glimpse of my dads beat up old pickup truck. You see, by then you think I would've been old enough to realize that he was probably never coming back. But it didn't stop me from waiting, just like it didn't stop me from running to the mailbox every birthday and every Christmas for a card or a letter or some slight indication that he gave a shit about us. Despite all that disappointment after disappointment, I never stopped loving him. Does that remind you of anyone? If I listen to whatever scheme you've gotten yourself into this time, if I change my entire life for you, I can't be the only one that changes. I love you Johnny, but I'll be damned before I spend one more day waiting on someone who doesn't make me a priority. - Never again. - Unlock the trunk. I'll be in in a minute. Let's do it. Well, four million in the vault and we retire in style. - Hi, how may I help you? Oh, let me guess, you're here to see Eric Hoffman? He's in the vaults back there. - Hey babe, guess what I'm looking at? Our future. Meet me at the house in two hours, I'll explain later. - Going somewhere? - Look I already told you guys everything you need to know, including the names of the guys I'm helping with the loans, what more do you want? - You know Hoffman, I can understand you wanting to fuck my wife, i can understand you wanting to get greedy, take money, retire. One thing I can't stand, is a snitch. - Jason? - In the flesh. Let's dance. - No, no, no. - Get up, get the fuck up. I'll snap your neck you piece of shit. - Think you can come into my bank, push me around? - Yep. Honestly, you're not going anywhere you piece of shit. - You won't get away with this. - Piece of shit. - Alright. I'll see you in two, maybe 10 minutes. - You're wasting your time. Soon as you leave, the bank employees will come in and untie me. What are you gonna do with that? - Before I do this, i want you to know how much pleasure I'm going to get from it. - Fuck you! - No, fuck you! You fucked our crew! Now it's your turn. - I don't give a fuck about your crew! No, no, no, no, no! - Stay with me, stay with me. There's more coming. - No, no, no! No! No, no! No, no, stop, stop! - Feel like you need to catch your breath? - No more, Jason wait a minute. You're a business man, right? You don't act out on emotion, you're smart and... You're about dollars and cents, huh? I have five million dollars in an offshore account, it's yours, you can have it. Five million I'll give it to you for all the trouble I've cause you, put you and your crew through. Huh? What do you say? Huh? - I'm gonna have to think about it. - No, no, fuck! Shit! No, no! - Oh yeah! - No! - Oh, god damn I love this. Yeah! It's time for the grand finale. - No, you're a business-- - there's a bit of a mess back there, we're gonna send a clean up crew, Eric's working on cleaning it up, he'll be out there for awhile. - Aright. - You have a good day. - Back up! - Who the fuck are you? Johnny send you? - Where's Caleb? - Who the hell is-- - Kevin we've got company. - Both of you on the ground now. - Who the fuck are you? - On the ground. - I don't know who the fuck she is, she just fucking came in here-- - on the ground! - Whoa, hey why don't you get down on my face, bitch. - Get on your stomach. Hey sweetheart, tie up your dumb ass boyfriend. - Yeah you put that gun down I'll kick your ass. - Did i stutter, go faster! - Shut up! - And the feet. - Okay. - Turn around. On your stomach, now. Hands behind your back. put that gun down, I'll kick your ass. - Legs, cross 'em. - You know you can't take my son away, you know that right? Is that what Johnny told you to do? You know you can't-- - oh what, you're the mother of the fucking year now? Either of you move or try to get up, I will shoot you, do you understand me? Oh my god. Caleb, I'm going to get you out of here. - Who are you? - I'm a friend of your fathers. - Is he here? - No. But I'm going to take you to see him. Do you think you have the strength to walk? - I think so. I'm just hungry and dizzy. How long have I been in here? - Alright, listen to me, I am going to get you out of here, but I need you to do something for me first, okay? - I just want to see my dad. - You will, I promise. First, I need you to hold my hand, and close your eyes. Do you think you can do that? Okay. - Bitch you're not gonna get away from this you fucking whore! - Good to see you guys. - Likewise. - Well? Guess this is where we say our goodbyes, it was nice working with you guys. - Great working with you Johnny. - I'm not one for tears. Live the good life, brother. - You do the same. - Oh that's my kind of car. It was good working with you guys. - Safe travels, son. - Are you ready to go? - Hi baby. - Oh, hi. Are you the clean up crew? - Excuse me? - The clean up crew, the other agent came through here and said that he was sending a clean up crew to clean up the vault. - Where's Hoffman? - Back in the vault, that way. - Thank you. - Yeah? - Mr. mccray, it's Jason. Look, I've had to change the location of the drop. I'm gonna text you the address, when you get there, look in the trunk in the garage. There you'll find your two million in unmarked bills. After that, I want you to get the fuck out of town because we're all leaving now. - Well you better be a man of your word. Damn lights are out, let's get the cash and get the fuck out of here. I'd like to see the look on the feds face when they realize the case is blown oh shit! You motherfucker! |
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