All About the Benjamins Page #2

Watch yourself!

Show me what you're workin' with!

I said, show me what|you're working with!

I said--|There go the police. Run.

- Oh, run!|- Come on, baby.

Bucum!

Don't you run from me!|Don't you run from me!

Come here!|Come here!

Move! Move it!

Get your ass!

Damn!

You told me to point it|right at that area.

I told you to do your f***ing job...

Fran-f***ing-cesco!

No makeup!

You f***ing twit!|Bloody f***ing Miamians!

You're getting the sack,|and you're on the f***ing dole!

The whole lot of you!|Rank amateurs!

You stink to high f***in' heaven!

F*** Miami!

Mr. Barkley, right.

It's good to see you, sir.

Welcome. You're right on time.

I love that seersucker.|Quite posh.

Hello. Shall we go to the set?

This is beautiful!

What we have here is a world|turned upside down.

We've got mirrors.|We've got reflecting pools.

We've got narcissism.|We've got self-indulgence.

It's all bullshit, isn't it,|really, Mr. Barkley...

...but we're gonna get some|nice photographs, aren't we?

Some nice photographs.

Now the diamonds, please.

Nice and sexy.|Sexy, darling.

Sexy for me.

Come on. Yeah! That's it!

Gimme legs, gimme legs.|Yeah, fantastic!

F***ing brilliant!

Nice work! Yeah!|Camera! Camera!

A 6-4-5.

- What?|- I want a 6-4-5.

What are you talking about?|You said to load the 6-7.

I want a 6-4-5!

You know the difference|between 6-7 and 6-4-5?

Yes, I do.

Fran-f***ing-cesco!

My name is Frank!

Listen, I know I've been a bit rough.

I've abused you.|I'd like to apologize.

Frank, is it?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm sorry, Frank.

No. I'm sorry.

Nice nails.

I'll get the camera.|Good lad.

No makeup.

Ramose, you didn't|have to shoot the assistant...

...and the makeup woman, did you?

We had to make it look good.

The only good witness|is a dead witness.

Good shot.|Let's get the diamonds.

Where is this skinny son of a...

- Gotcha!|- Goddamn!

Hold on, Zo.

Excuse me, you see|a skinny guy run back here?

Who was that?

It must have been one of Barkley's men.

So that little creep|tried to double cross us.

I'm glad we got him first.

You better check those diamonds.

Did you like my accent?|It was pretty good, wasn't it?

Kind of like Michael Caine in "Alfie"?

I love that film.

- They're fake.|- They're what?!

They're fakes.

They can't be fakes.|They have to be real.

You cannot have|an insurance claim...

...with fake diamonds.|He was in on the deal.

Do you think I'm f***ing|stupid?! They're fake!

Check them again, Ursula.

He left a letter.

"Sorry for the inconvenience.

"You'll get your diamonds tomorrow.

"They're in a safe|and well-guarded place.

"I just had to make sure|everything would happen as planned."

"See you soon. That's|if I'm still alive. Ha ha."

So we blew it.

Do you know what he'll do|when he finds out...

...we f***ed up a $20 million deal?

$20 million?!

No. I have no idea what he's|going to do, darling.

I'm not the one who's f***ing him!

I gotta get up out of here.

This is no good.

What's your boyfriend gonna say?

We've gotta call TJ and Roscoe.

They know what to do with the van.

Check if there's anything in there.

Oh, sh*t!

I know you wonder what I'm doin' here!

Who the f*** are you?

Look, don't shoot me, dude, for real.

Ursula!

- Who's that?|- I don't know.

Look. I work for Mr. Barkley.

He ain't tryin' to f*** y'all or nothin'.

He put me in this van...

...to make sure everything|was all right.

I got the real diamonds|in my pocket right now.

Hand 'em over.

I'm gonna show 'em to you right now.

Don't shoot!|Don't shoot!

Sh*t!

Don't shoot the boats!

Get him!

F***!

"Reginald Wright."

Let's get out of here.

Reginald Wright.

Reginald f***ing Wright,|I got your ass.

Unlock it.

So, what about you?

You got anything to add to your story?

No. Y'all know everything I know.

Get out of here.

Control this thug.|That's all I gotta say.

Or next time, he will go to jail.

Thanks a lot.

Call you later.

How long you think it'd take a man...

...to run from one end of|this walkway to another?

What difference does it make?|You're off the file.

What?! Bullshit!|Reggie's my rabbit.

Not anymore. Miami P.D.|is all over it!

How you gonna give...

...these tight-ass motherfuckers|my job, Martinez?

You know I need that money.

I didn't give it away.

They took it, so get over it.

Go relax or something.

Get you some p*ssy, for chrissake.

Yeah? My money feels|better than p*ssy.

Oh, yeah? That's the kind|of money I want.

Meanwhile, here you go.

I don't--

Look, look. Look here.|Go ahead!

Take it. There's your money, all right?

Thanks for nothin'.|Now, leave it alone.

Leave it alone!

Do not touch Reggie Wright.|I said it once...

...I'm not gonna f***in' say it again.

I almost got shot over|a bullshit misdemeanor.

That ain't even Reggie's m.o.!

Not even a little bit!

So, I know somethin' is goin' down.

I can feel it.

OK, smart ass.

The next time the cops|get you, they got you!

I'm not comin' down here, period.

You're on your own.

You're too good for your own good.

You're gonna get blackballed|from this business one day.

You're gonna end up|back at that dog track...

...shoveling sh*t where I found you.

Mark my words.|Mark my f***in' words!

Thanks, Martinez.

I love you, too.

Rag-top son of a b*tch.

Damn.

Zo.

This--

$600.

You got to be f***ing kidding me.

All these tips.

I could've stayed home for this sh*t.

Next up, this week's Florida|state winning lottery numbers.

Santa Maria, Santa Maria,|Santa Maria...

Hey, baby, you play my ticket?

You play my lotto?

I played it.

Have you seen my Santa Maria?

The one with the gold crown?

Nah, baby.

I almost got killed just a minute ago.

- You seen Bucum anywhere around here?|- Bucum?!

Yeah. The one that locked|me up fifteen times.

The bounty hunter.

Big, stocky dude.

Where the f***...got it.

Baby, lotto's coming on.

I don't care about no damn lotto.

I got chased by|a motherfucking Mexican...

...and a big white b*tch today.

Looking like a project power ranger...

...chasing me all over this place.

What are you talking about, Reggie?

There was some kind of diamond heist...

...near the beach today, right?

Bucum chasing me.

I'm running.|I accidentally hid...

...in the back of the damn crooks' van.

A diamond heist, Reggie?

Then they tried to kill me.

So, what happened after that?|How did you escape?

How did I escape?|You know how I escaped.

I fought my way up out of there.

I hit about five dudes, knocked|about three b*tches down.

You know I don't play, Gina.

Baby, you can't fight.

Who can't fight?|I was knockin'.

I hit this one dude.

He ran up on me.|I was, like, "Mmm!"

He hit me in the head twice.

And I did. Look. And I grabbed--

And then he hit me one more time.

You can't tell me--

See, I'm nervous and paranoid, man.

Come here and sit down.|Come here.

Come here. Give me some.

30.

The second number is...

I'm nervous as sh*t, man.

...47.

The third number is...

...37.

The fourth number is 38.

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