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then stole a helicopter...

flew into the local town to have

a drink to his friend's memory.

Eight MPs were sent to get him.

Four ended up in the hospital.

Tuliver did four years in Leavenworth

for that one night.

Jack went to jail...

and Bull came home.

How did they get into this?

I don't know.

It was that girl...

Suza.

Suza?

How was she, Tuliver?

Just another girl in another city?

What would you do for

a team member, Jack?

Are you a team player?

No!

Come on.

You don't have to do that.

Jeez.

She came to Bull to set up a job.

It was too big for Bull.

So they called in Tuliver?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Who is this?

That's Bull's other brother, Mikhail.

He owns a nightclub.

Hello, Mikhail.

Nice car.

Nice new car.

Are you an accessory that comes with it?

Funny you should say that.

Say what?

Accessory.

Jack Tuliver's accessory.

Wanna dance?

Suza.

They're going to kill me.

I can't do this much longer.

But if I talk, we are dead.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

It wasn't meant to be like this.

It was gonna be so easy.

We were all gonna go to the beach.

Spanky sold us down the crapper.

No...

they have him upstairs.

Jack...

just tell them.

If I do, you are dead.

You haven't heard Spanky scream for

the last 24 hours.

They are relentless.

I'dsooner die quick with a bullet

than like this.

I can't die like this.

I can't .

No, I have not seen Jack Tuliver

for a long time.

I've seen that man before.

Recently?

He's in a picture in a house.

Standing next to Tuliver, who did four years

in Leavenworth when he died.

Now...

if I was Jack...

and was in trouble with a gang

who busted my heist...

and every policeman in the city

thinks I shot a cop...

I would come here.

So, you think you know Jack pretty well?

How does that happen?

How does a good-looking police officer

like you...

give a sh*t about a dirty bank robber

like Jack Tuliver?

He's my alibi.

Have you ever met

the art dealer from whom...

Grapini gets his art?

Who?

I should make his acquaintance

if I were you.

But take my advice...

have a gun nearby...

when you do.

He's not as friendly as me.

Give me a name.

I see.

Thank you.

Sergei.

Come on.

Embarrassing.

You see...

patience.

Okay, I'll take you to it.

You think I am stupid man, Jack?

You think a man who would

cut his own throat shaving...

could run the largest pugata

in this entire shitty country?

Cutthroat world?

Stupid man?

Hit him.

No, please. Don't , please.

Look, it's in a...

locker in the train station.

The locker has no number.

I'll take you to it.

And why you take me?

So you can try to escape?

One of my men here kills you...

I lose my case.

I hid the key.

"I hid the key"?

Funny.

I'll tell you what, Tuliver.

Tomorrow morning...

you will get the key.

And you will bring me my case.

Or the pain...

of her death...

will be so much worse...

than the death itself.

Sweet dreams, Jack.

No warrant. Nice, Kelly.

Eastern European art.

Acquisitions.

Thanks, honey.

Pretty, now.

What, you want a date?

Maybe your friend over here

might be a better choice.

You no laughing soon, funny man.

You really don't like me, do you?

No.

It's over there.

After you.

Key.

Untie my hands, I'll give it to you. Oh, yeah.

- No more games.

- Okay. All right.

It's in the top locker. Over there.

Yeah.

Don't slip.

- Goat f***er?

- Ignore him. Get the key.

Get the key.

Get the key.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

Let me hear your smart mouth now,

you motherf***er.

What are you gonna do, huh?

- What, you gonna beat me with your shoes?

- No. With the gun!

You're so f***ing clever, huh?

Learned a few bad words, huh?

Get the case,

and you can buggerfuck him until Sunday.

If it makes you happy.

You think I would do that?

I am a man.

I don't like men.

He makes you angry and you...

act like schoolgirl!

Schoolgirl? Schoolgirl?

I give you school-

I told them it was in my left pocket.

So what makes Alexsie Kutchinov

so interesting, Mikhail?

Got you.

Are you sure she helped him out?

Well, you'll save on dropping the case.

I want that little b*tch taken care of.

Well, gentlemen.

Problems?

Yes.

Get her.

Never know until you try.

I was wondering what happened to you.

Anders, still got those panties on I like?

I'm wearing just a smile for you, Jack.

Still got my painting?

All of this is for a damn painting?

Well, it better not be one of them sad

clown paintings,'cause I hate those things.

Talking of sad clowns...

you're a good-looking man, Jack.

Do you know that?

Gotta go.

- What?

- Nothing.

Always a pleasure, Anders.

Gotta run. Places to go, people to kill.

Hi, Jack. Missed you.

What are you doing, stalking me?

- Phone sex isn't illegal in Romania.

- No...

but armed robbery is.

And if that was sex...

only one of us was satisfied.

Boy, do you need a boyfriend.

Come with me.

I'm taking applications.

You kill the artist...

buy his paintings and slip it in with them...

threaten the appraisers,

maybe even have Alexsie kill one.

What was his name again?

Gustav, Dr. Gustav.

That's right. Dr. Gustav.

I didn't kill the artist. He shot himself.

And I did find it in his paintings.

You better tell him the truth, you know...

when he wigs out like this, I can't -

There is no Lily in the Field.

It's a f***ing myth like Bigfoot

or the Loch Ness Monster.

The painting's a fake, isn't it?

You set this whole thing up.

So what then?

Split the insurance money with Alexsie?

So what do you do now, huh?

Talk to me.

I'm the only friend you've got.

You watch too much TV.

There's no evidence, no witnesses,

and not a brain in this room.

I want my lawyer.

Idiots.

The boys will be back soon

with my painting.

$20 million in bags downstairs.

And a dead thief.

How will your life change after that?

Little Suza?

My gun, my phone, and the painting.

The gun is gone.

The phone is in my pocket.

You could reach in there if you want it.

Now, you are not a straight-talking man,

so why should I believe you?

Well, I didn't lie to you.

I just didn't tell you all the facts.

You know, I have a begrudging respect

for you, Tuliver.

You get a lead, gather a team...

and pull off one

of the most daring robberies in history.

Don't ruin it by me killing you.

Look, do you wanna be a hero or not?

You're negotiating?

I will arrest you...

I will clear my name and I'll make lieutenant.

Then you're gonna have to phone me

in prison.

Maybe you might like

a relationship like that, I don't .

Look, I don't give two shits

about that painting.

There are people in there

who are relying on me.

They're gonna die if I don't help them.

It's not your concern. It's a police matter.

What?

Romanian police, right? Highly unlikely.

I'm getting out of this car.

Not without a bullet

in your body, you're not.

Sgt. Anders, listen...

I get my friends...

you get the painting,

and you can keep all the money.

But if we wait for Romanian police,

it's all gonna disappear.

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