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You got papers, right?

No. No,

I got no papers.

Well, that's gonna

be a problem.

See, Slim Jay and me,

we done assigned ourselves

protection this here

stretch of the border.

Officially unofficially.

So we really gonna

have to see your papers.

Make sure you ain't

no Muslim or nothin'.

Oh, yeah.

No, I do have it.

And let me

have your gun.

Give it to me.

Gracias.

You know how to pray?

Teemo.

How we doin', boys?

Any sign of Bobby Beans?

Checked all the washes

to the southeast.

No sign of a body.

All right.

Well, Stig, you put

us in quite a hole.

I don't see it that way, sir, but

you're the man with the oak leaves.

All that pride

I had in you.

That loyalty?

You just tossed it

to the wind.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

God damn it.

He's in the wash!

Go, go, go!

Come on,

let's flush him out!

Where you going,

Stigman?

It doesn't matter

if you run.

Your jacket's wired, so you're

six-months AWOL after stabbing an MP.

You talk to anyone,

they're just gonna

hand you right

back over to me.

You all right?

Yeah.

Then get your ass up!

Toss the gun.

F***!

Move!

Come on, come on!

Damn it!

Jesus! What am I supposed

to do with this?

Aw, man. Aw!

Come on.

I'm a vet,

not a trauma surgeon.

I can't help you with this, man.

You gotta go.

Go where?

You gotta leave.

I can't do anything.

Kenny, you remember

a couple of months ago

you offered to sell me

500 hits of ketamine?

Yeah, you said you

weren't interested.

Right.

'Cause I'm a DEA agent.

And if you don't

fix me up,

I'm gonna go to the D.A.,

I'm gonna tell them that you like

cruising Tori Amos concerts,

selling Special K to little

weepy college girls.

There's no

way you're a cop.

No?

No.

You sure?

I'm positive.

You have the right

to remain silent.

You have the right to have a

lawyer present during questioning.

Do I need to keep going?

No, I'm good. You're a cop.

Okay.

Okay.

Nice shirt.

Thanks. It's JCPenney's.

Yeah?

Yeah.

All right,

hold on one second.

Welcome to the Camino Real.

Thank you.

Hey.

You were late.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell happened?

- Excuse us.

- Excuse me.

I robbed a bank.

What happened to you?

I was there with

six agents at 3:
05.

No, you weren't.

Yes, I was.

You were late.

You went early.

And it's not as if

you couldn't have

pulled your badge at any

time and stopped it.

I did. Stig shot me.

What?

He shot me

in the shoulder.

We gotta take you

to the hospital.

And interrupt your rendezvous with Harvey?

I don't think so.

This is what

we need to do,

we need to find Stig,

we need to find the money.

All right. Listen.

Let me go upstairs,

make my excuses,

and then we'll find

Stig together, okay?

Okay, let's do this.

Let's do this.

Why don't you recheck

Stig's background?

Maybe there was something that we missed.

All right?

I'm going to Stig's apartment

and see what I can find out.

All right?

Okay.

Tell Harvey I said hi.

Who'd you patch up?

What are you

talking about?

What am I

talkin' about?

Well, there's a dune

buggy parked out back

that was stolen by a man

with a bullet hole in him.

Now, before he had

a bullet hole in him,

he burned down a diner

and robbed a bank.

I don't know anything

about that, so...

Okay.

Okay?

Fair enough.

Say, let me

ask you somethin'.

You ever play

Russian roulette?

'Course not.

What am I thinkin'?

The thing is,

most people,

they put the gun

to the temple.

And that's, well,

that's just stupid.

What if...

The bullet's in

the first chamber?

You blow a man's head off

'fore he's had a chance

to tell you

what you want to know.

No. No, no.

Come on, man.

Case in point.

Stig!

Stig.

Pick up, Bobby.

What the f*** are you

doing here, Bobby?

What're you

duckin' for, man?

You know

I set you up, right?

They told me

all about you.

Tough cat. Knows everybody.

Doesn't have people.

That guy? Well, sh*t, that

guy's a perfect cut-out.

I mean, he takes a bullet,

who's gonna care, right?

Pick up the phone.

Pick up

the damn phone, Bobby.

You

got anything to say?

First question,

if you're DEA and you're

clean, why are you here alone?

Where's your backup, Bobby?

Come on, it's this

kind of attitude

makes me think you're not

one of the good guys.

If I wanted you,

I could've had you

before you walked into

that building, Bobby.

That's a beautiful

rifle, Stig.

Is that Army issue?

You like that? No, it's Kmart.

Blue Light Special.

Now answer my question.

Where's your backup?

No, no,

that's a military rifle.

What's the military doing

robbing banks, Stig?

Can we just have a straight-up

conversation, Bobby?

I got you dead to rights.

Yeah? So shoot me.

Again.

No?

I'll shoot myself.

Huh. Not bad.

I'm glad you're impressed.

Were you testing me to

see if I would shoot first?

Where's the money, Stig?

If I thought you were clean, I might

tell you, but I don't, so I can't.

You're lying. You don't have it, do you?

Where's the money?

Oh, sh*t.

What?

You're not the only

one I was expecting.

Three very nasty men

just showed up.

If they find you in my

place, they will get ugly.

Who are they?

Yesterday I'd have said

they were my family.

Today they kinda

wanna kill me.

- I understand the feeling.

- You know, f*** you.

What do you know about family?

You don't even have people.

No, Bobby,

that's a stupid idea.

They're already

comin' up the stairs.

Bobby!

I told you.

Now, Bobby,

hang up the speaker and

answer your cell phone, okay?

If you want me to help you out...

Yeah.

Just stay

in the shadows, okay?

I'm gonna guide

you out from there.

Wait.

Wait.

He's comin' up your rear. You

better dart across the hall.

Go over to the bedroom

and hide behind the lockers.

Go.

All right, Bobby, you're gonna

wanna scoot across the hall. Go.

Bobby, Bob...

Sh*t.

- Teemo!

- Rooftop!

Target's on the move!

Sorry, Teemo.

Where's our money?

I have no idea what

you're talkin' about.

You think DEA can just

waltz into our bank,

steal our money, and we're not gonna kick?

Your man Bobby Trench stole

43 million of our dollars.

We'd like it back.

Because it's our money.

Because it's a blatant

act of disrespect.

And because

it's our money.

Please tell me

it's you, Bobby.

Anything new on Stig?

He's comin' up clean on every

database I'm cleared for.

No military connection?

No record of service?

To go deeper, I'd need to

get clearance from Jessup.

Well, try your old

contacts in the military.

I'm gonna tell Jessup

everything I know.

Wait, are you sure?

Someone has to know whose

money was in the bank.

Yeah. Stig.

Stig didn't even

know I was DEA.

Besides, somebody

tried to kill him, too.

Bobby, let me help you.

What do you need?

Take it easy. Bye.

Bobby.

F***!

That's how you take down a man.

Now shut the door.

Just let it come.

Agent Robert

Lynn Trench.

A.k.a. Bobby T, a.k.a. Bobby B, a.k.a.

Bobby Beans.

Let's have a chat.

You stole $43125 million

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