Agenda: Payback Page #2

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Come on. And where is he?

Is he down there?

Here's your guy, Mr. Walsh.

Hello, buddy!

Hey, Walshy!

Shaun.

Goddamn it.

If you got a cell phone,

you gotta call the cops.

Motherf***er

put me in a trunk.

I swear, I don't even

know what the f***...

We're not here to save you.

You owe me a phone call.

Yeah, yeah, I, I...

I know. I know I owe you

a phone call.

Look, I just found out

last night

that the funds

didn't go through.

Look, the day after

I authorized the transfer,

I got called to Minneapolis,

my mother, God rest her,

she got diagnosed

with Alzheimer's and...

Christ.

Shaun, you of all people,

should understand

about family.

Wait, it, it, it...

Goddamn it,

why didn't you call me?

We could have got

back to the table.

It... It doesn't

even matter, okay?

Look, I figured out

the location.

I swear to God.

I got M. Night Shyamalan

to direct this.

The only thing I need is another

Audrey audition tape,

and we're good to go.

No. That's enough out of you.

You could just stop

f***ing talking, okay?

- I swear to God.

- Not another word.

You need to understand

something, Walsh.

Your time for talking is over.

Now, I know this is

gonna be hard for you,

but I need you to listen

to what I have to say.

When I say listen,

I mean it.

If you lips even part

before I'm finished,

Lucas will cut you

from ear to ear.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Now, did you know

that Mr. Farrel and I

have something in common?

No, don't answer.

You came to me over a year ago

with a business offer,

but you didn't approach me

like a man.

You didn't walk in

through the front door

and make an appointment.

No, you came at me

through my only blind spot.

You used my daughter.

You used my Audrey.

You filled her head

with dreams of fame and stardom.

She believed in you.

She loved you.

And I trusted in the faith

that she had in you,

but you lost my money.

I didn't lose as much as the guy

sitting above us right now.

No, he lost everything

all because of the promises

you couldn't deliver.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I don't give a f*** about

Mr. Farrel and his misfortune,

but I need you to understand

how that brought us here

to this basement.

You took away his pride,

his money and fame,

and you wiped your ass

with it.

He lost his wife and

his daughter because of you.

You pushed a man to the limits

with all your lies,

and this is the result, Walsh.

Now...

it's time to pay the piper.

Cut him, Lucas.

STEVE:
No, no.

[groaning, screaming]

[grunting]

You remember Louis the Frog?

It's okay, you can answer.

You remember him?

Yeah, yeah.

F***er used fake French accents

to get laid.

Yeah, yeah, that's the guy.

You know what happened to him?

No, I have no idea.

I didn't see him.

No, and you'll

never see him again.

You wanna know why?

Louis...

stole from me.

Eight kilos of cocaine

without so much as a thank you

or a kiss on my ass.

Sounds like he got

what he f***ing deserved then.

I'm so glad you understand

the situation, know what I mean?

See, no matter who you are,

nobody steals from me.

You pay for what you took.

I didn't steal from you.

Shaun, I invested your money.

You need to understand

the risk level,

what you're comfortable with

'cause that's

the film business.

All right, well,

the only person

who needs to understand

anything here is you.

You stole from me,

and now it's time

to pay for what you took.

[claps]

So...

Before I leave,

I'm gonna inflict

a hundred grand's worth of pain

on you.

What the f***?

What the f*** are you doing?

Okay, wait, wait, wait!

You didn't have to remind me

this morning,

and you don't have

to remind me now.

She's my daughter.

I know it's her birthday.

No!

Look, I will be there

for 7:
00.

Half past at the latest.

I just have some stuff

I have to deal with.

No, I'm not drinking again.

If you have to know,

I'm writing.

Joan...

Joan, I can't argue with you

right now, okay?

I'll see you tonight.

[groaning]

Stop! God!

Now, why would I do that?

Look in the case.

I can pay you back.

I've heard that before.

Swear to God,

I can pay you back today,

all of it, with interest.

- Bullshit.

- Look in the f***ing case!

- There's a check in there.

- Checks?

Who the f*** uses checks

these days?

"Robert Waldram."

Ah, you've moved to scams

in the big leagues.

It's not a scam.

It's not a f***ing scam.

It's a serious business venture.

It's a holiday resort

in Dubai.

I'll get you in on the

ground floor, I swear to God.

250,000. That's decent return

on my investment.

I can get it

digitally transferred.

- So we're good?

- Yeah, we're good.

But you still owe Audrey

an apology.

Yeah.

Hey!

What?

Cut me loose.

You said we're good.

I'm not the only one

you got business with.

Hey! The f*** are you going?

I have a feeling you're

not getting out of here.

No! Goddamn it!

Get the f***...

Shaun, f*** you!

STEVE:
Goddamn it!

I swear to f***ing God!

Finished with him?

Yeah. He's beaten,

but he's still breathing.

- Then our business is done.

- And we were never here.

PETER:
Of course.

Erase what you recorded.

I'm right in the middle.

The folders too.

Sure.

[tapping keys]

Hmm.

[exhales]

"F*** you, he said."

[engine starts]

Hello?

Yeah, he, uh...

The package is secure.

No, I'm sorry, Senator,

the fee isn't negotiable.

All right, then.

I'll forward the address

to this number.

PETER:
You got another visitor

coming soon.

Why are you doing this, Pete?

I think your last guest

explained it pretty well.

No. Actually never came up

with anything that made sense.

Certainly nothing to warrant

f***ing kidnapping

and zip ties

and f***ing torture.

- Certainly nothing...

- [table rattles]

You invested in a film

that I set up.

Maybe it didn't turn out

the way that you planned.

That's the movie business,

buddy, you know that.

I tried to explain that sh*t

to Douglas, but f***.

Yeah, I believed you, Steve.

I thought you were this

big-time Hollywood producer,

and you believed in my script.

You were gonna help me

make my movie.

What the f*** you mean,

I don't believe in your script?

Of course I believe

in your script.

I'm the one that f***ing

suggested you get an agent.

That was me.

I should get an agent.

An agent

because it's f***ing good.

You... saw me

as an opportunity.

Listen, man, I never forced you

to do sh*t, not once.

No. You just told me

everything I needed to hear,

so that I would.

My daughter's college fund,

second mortgage on the house,

I gave you everything.

How am I supposed to know

about your financial situation?

If I'd known you ran that

close to the f***ing edge,

- maybe I wouldn't have...

- You wouldn't have what?

You wouldn't have what?

- That, that, that...

- Let me ask you.

Would you have stopped me

from taking that first drink?

Would you have stopped me from

being an a**hole to my wife?

Would you have stopped me from

getting in the car that day?

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