Agenda: Payback Page #6

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she's precious, buddy.

Leave my family out of this.

I will leave your family

out of it, Lou. You got my word.

You know,

it's the one part of you

that I'm actually jealous of

'cause I don't have one myself,

you know?

But I've read about them

in books,

and they seem like a pretty

wonderful thing to be a part of.

We don't have to do this, buddy.

Just transfer the funds

into my account, and we're done.

Simple business transaction.

- Never gonna happen, Walsh.

- Oh, it's gonna happen.

You want me tell you

why it's gonna happen?

Because phonies like you

always put self-preservation

above loyalty.

Hit him again.

Just give him what he wants.

Hit him again!

I'm not gonna say it again.

F***ing moron.

[screams]

F***ing...

Password, Lou.

I can't.

Not that account, Walsh.

Hit him again.

[groaning]

Harder!

[groans]

F***!

Password!

There it is.

There's that point.

Tell me again about

how f***ing loyal you are.

Tell me again about

how f***ing ethical you are,

how different you are

than me

'cause we're about to find out

if you're a f***ing phony.

- [gunshot]

- [Lou screams]

[groaning]

[panting]

Hey, buddy.

I don't wanna have

to do that again.

Give me a password.

[Lou clears throat]

Four, five...

G, X...

six, seven...

[grunts]

F***.

K, N...

Well, there you go, buddy.

Round one goes

to self-preservation.

Now, see, this is the sh*t

that I can't wrap

my f***ing head around.

You came all the way out here

for a $60,000 land deal

that went sideways

10 f***ing years ago,

has $3 million sitting

in his account unattended to.

I told you.

I told you it's not my money.

That land deal never was

any good, and you know it.

You lied about

the planning consent,

and like an idiot,

I bought into it.

You see, I don't like

hearing that sh*t.

You have no idea what it takes

to put a deal together.

You can't wrap your

f***ing head around it.

Does anybody ever offer me

any gratitude

or shake my hand like

a f***ing gentleman?

No one does.

Well, I'll tell you

something else.

That land permit, Lou,

was guaranteed to me.

And how did it turn out?

Yeah, and I take that personal

failing every single day,

while you fucks

run for the trees.

Whatever hurdle pops up

in front of me,

I jump over,

and I search for profit.

But you fucks

are running home crying.

Let's do a little

calculation here, shall we?

Taking into consideration

lost wages,

personal trauma,

billable hours,

I don't know, seem like

a fair price to you?

I can't.

Antolini will kill me.

Oh, come on, I'm leaving you

with a quarter-million dollars.

That's plenty enough money

for you to disappear.

You can go and f***ing hide,

long before he finds out

you tried to shove

a little cock up his butt.

He's gonna kill you

no matter what you do.

STEVE:
I'd appreciate

some silence here.

I'm trying to have

a conversation.

You take that money,

Antolini will come after you

right after he's put

a bullet in my head.

You see, I'm gonna let you both

in on a little secret.

Antolini is gonna

come after me anyway,

as soon as he realizes the

Dubai land deal fell through,

even though I have a wonderful

contingency program.

But just like you, that fat f***

wouldn't jog towards a profit

if it meant he's gonna

break a f***ing sweat.

You're f***ing crazy.

[Lou groans]

I'll tell you this though.

After you've transferred

the funds,

I'll be rich, and I'll be crazy,

which is good

because I'm gonna need

some surgical procedures.

You see, I seem to be missing

one of my favorite fingers

right there.

Your both as good

as f***ing dead.

STEVE:
You again.

The only reason I'm here is

because you couldn't accept

your own personal

f***ing failings.

There's "loser" written

all over your f***ing DNA.

Why don't you keep

your f***ing mouth shut?

So, Lou...

where to, buddy?

I'm gonna need

a confirmation code.

You don't wanna do this, Walsh.

There's some cash

back at the office.

It's not three million, but...

And loyalty took an early leave.

That's good.

It's not how I think

it's gonna end up, but...

So tell me this.

What kind of value

do you place on your life?

- What?

- The money back at the safe,

is there enough in there

to buy your life?

Sh*t, I don't know.

Because if the amount doesn't

match what's on that screen,

I need a confirmation code.

You're gonna let him do this?

So I'm gonna let you

in on a little secret, Lou.

He's actually helping me.

- Go f*** yourself.

- Ooh!

There's the head of those balls

I was talking about right there.

If you find them, hang onto them

'cause you're gonna need them.

'Cause I feel like

self-preservation's

making a strong comeback!

Pick up the pliers.

Pick up the f***ing pliers

right now.

I'm not gonna say it again.

Pick the f***ing pliers up!

Steve, there's $200,000

in cash sitting upstairs.

You don't need to do this.

What the f*** do you know

what I need?

What makes you think

you know anything about me?

Maybe it's not about

the money anymore.

Maybe it's about the fact

that you drug me out here

so you could watch others

take out their anger on me

'cause you don't have the balls

to do it face-to-f***ing-face.

Put the gun down,

we'll go f***ing now.

No sh*t, f***ing tough guy.

If you ever found the balls

to talk to me,

your vagina would

swallow them whole.

I'm gonna count to five.

If I don't get

a confirmation code,

you're gonna take those pliers,

and you're gonna remove

a molar from his mandible.

- One!

- No!

- Two!

- Get the f*** away from me.

I need those four numbers, Lou!

- Three!

- Just f***ing shoot me, man!

- Four!

- Get the f*** away from me!

- Just give him what he wants.

- I can't!

- Five! Pull it!

- God damn you!

- Pull it!

- Don't make me do this.

Farrel, don't f***ing do it.

Don't... Don't you f***ing dare.

[screaming]

[spits]

I'm gonna need

a confirmation code, Lou.

I don't wanna do it too.

Six...

eight...

two...

nine.

6-8-2-9.

You know, this always

amazes me, you know?

It's the heat from my finger

on the screen.

When I touch it...

I just became almost

$3 million richer.

[chuckles]

Self-preservation, buddy.

Reigning, defending, undisputed.

Thank you, Lou.

Antolini's gonna kill me.

You want some help

with that, buddy?

[click]

[gunshot]

That script on your laptop

I found on your computer.

What about it?

Are you still

planning on doing it?

I mean, 'cause if you are,

I know a guy,

funds that type of film.

It's all he does,

night and day.

I mean, if you're

still interested.

Are you seriously f***ing

asking me that?

Well, why would you

f***ing write it

if you don't plan

on making it into a movie?

That makes no f***ing sense.

My sponsor.

Your sponsor.

Yeah.

After the crash,

I joined the AA.

My sponsor thought writing

about it would give me closure,

keep me from drinking.

Yeah, I guess

that makes sense.

But tell me this.

Whose idea was it

to act it out, huh?

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