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about what you don't know.

What? Do you mean

that you beat Joe Loop with a bat

and dumped his body in Griffith Park?

Raj, what the hell is he talking about?

He's just talkin'.

It's impossible

that you're this stupid.

That's probably his gun

you got stuck in your waist there.

Look, all I know is

Raji told me to come here

if I wanted my money

for the Viper Room gigs.

,

Am I gonna pay you or not?

Are you gonna honor

your goddamn contract or not?!

Then you get paid!

This man can't do sh*t for you!

Oh, yeah?

Then why is she playing

with Aerosmith this weekend?

What?

- Yeah!

- Oh, my God!

We'll leave some tickets for you

at will call.

- You didn't tell me!

- Yeah!

You hit the goddamn hit man.

The man was bad at his job, man!

Yeah. Just like you, stupid-ass.

- Look, you know what?

- What?

- I'm so sorry, Chil, for real.

- Why is that?

Because I didn't even

wanna come here.

Raji said he was gonna pay me

the money he owes me,

and I'm broke, so...

Look, at least we can

get my contract back.

Believe me, honey,

there is no contract.

This whole pawn shop thing's

a set-up.

It's Nicky Carr's way

of getting my head blown off.

What's this?

Well, now imagine my surprise.

We out getting Mongolian barbecue,

and we come across

your little weak-ass ride.

Did you leave any food in Mongolia?

What do you get on those Hummers,

about, what, 12 miles to the gallon?

Nine.

Thank you, Mr. Goodwrench.

Now, I told you you had till Friday.

Your time is running out.

I know how

the days-of-the-week thing works.

You'll get your money.

Well, consider this a courtesy call.

Because come tomorrow,

my nine gonna be a lot less courteous.

Since you are being so courteous,

I'd like you to meet Linda Moon.

Linda, this is Sin.

And Dabu.

Yeah, I know who you are.

You did the remix

on Samurai Soul's album, right?

Linda Moon.

You the girl with...

Could you make your dining experience

a little less obtrusive?

So, you the girl with that big voice

I've been hearing so much about.

If you ever decide

to get out the bargain basement,

maybe I can remix a song for you.

No. You're too pricey for us, Sin.

A brother gotta get paid, right?

Miss Moon.

Chop, chop.

Yeah.

Dabu.

Player.

Damn.

Can you stop playing with that thing?

You ain't gonna figure out

your two-way, Elliot.

Why don't you take a break

and daydream about things

that you like, man?

Like, you know, flying on a unicorn

with chocolate-covered cherries raining.

I'm not the one

who disrespected you, Raji.

Nick did.

Not me. Nick.

Man, Nick ain't even my boss.

How's he gonna do me like that?

We're supposed to be partners.

Damn.

Raji, Nick left a message for you.

If you go near Linda, he'll see

that you suffer excruciating pain

and never walk again in your life.

In other words, he'll break your legs.

Why's he gotta say it

all poetic like that?

Why can't he just say

"I'm gonna break your legs," man?

Nice ass won't get you

through your whole life!

When you turn 30,

you better have a personality.

You don't need him anymore, Raj.

I say it's time you took Nick out.

What about Chili Palmer, genius?

Man, you can't even work your pager,

you sittin' there schemin'.

You'll get to Chili in good time.

Don't worry about Chili.

Nick's the problem.

Man, if I take Nicky out,

all roads lead to me, Elliot.

You don't think about sh*t, man.

Not if it ain't you who does it.

I'm talking about a set-up, bro.

Hello.

- Sin LaSalle?

- Yeah. Who wants to know?

Shut your punk-ass mouth!

NTL owes you 300 large. Right?

Chili Palmer was gonna pay you,

but Nick Carr says, "Sin LaSalle?

Man, I wouldn't give my money

to that Alabama porch monkey. "

Alabama porch mo...

Nick Carr said that?

Man. You heard me. Fool!

He told Chili to give him

the 300 grand instead,

in exchange for some contract

and whatnot.

Look, man, you want your chips?

Do you want your chips?

Then you best see Nick Carr.

C-A-R.

If I want my chips?

Yeah, I want my chips.

Who is this?

I'm the one schoolin' you, son.

That is beautiful.

You did it.

Man, let's get some Roscoe's

up in this b*tch.

You want some chicken breast?

Some collards?

Some yams?

Some waffles, man?

Extra syrup.

I love Roscoe's.

You know, I never told you this.

You know what I love about Roscoe's?

I could take one drumstick

and put it in my mouth

and suck all the meat off it at one time

and then just pull out that bone.

Don't be puttin' your sucked-on drumstick

with my chicken breast.

You better keep that sh*t...

I'm serious, man.

You better keep that sh*t separate.

The only thing wet on that sh*t

better be the syrup.

What's up?

It's Raji.

- Hey, baby.

- Hi, Daddy.

- How you doin'?

- Good.

Yeah.

- School was good?

- Yeah.

You had a good day at school?

You know what,

we gonna skip ice cream today.

Let's drop her off real quick.

Yeah.

Detective, my husband was

an amazing man.

Please.

But he didn't leave NTL

in the best financial position.

Well, we spoke

with his assistant Tiffany,

and she told us about an incident

involving an insurance salesman?

Yes.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Mrs. Athens.

Please, call me Edie.

Well, Edie, we have reason to believe

that this gentleman

was not an insurance salesman at all.

Really?

I don't understand.

Do you think it's possible

that your husband was involved with the...

...the Russian mafia?

The Russian mafia?

I mean, not that I know of, but...

I did find something.

Maybe this will help.

I found it in Tommy's desk drawer.

"Nick Carr. "

It's a pawn ticket.

Pawn ticket.

I wanna pick this up.

Get your black ass out of here.

You know what you tell a man

with two black eyes?

Nothin'.

He's already been told twice.

Now, are you gonna

get me what I came for

or are we gonna have a problem?

Da.

- An envelope?

- That's it.

They bought it.

You're up.

How much can I get for this?

And don't worry, your hair looks fine.

Damn! I'm walkin', man!

I'm walkin'!

Have you lost your...

Sit yo' ass down.

I'm fine, I'm fine!

Hang up the phone, Nick.

Stop it! Sh*t, man.

Good-bye, Marty.

Sin, good to see you, bro.

Sit yo' ass down.

Sin, I can explain it to you.

You best hope you didn't lie to us.

I'm just sayin'

if I could explain what happened,

we could maybe get

on the same page here.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Jesus Christ.

What the hell's going on?

- It's a misunderstanding.

- Shut yo' ass up!

Your man here says

you got our money.

I can explain it to you.

- Raji said that?

- It's a misunderstanding.

Would you shut it up?!

...excited here, man.

Let me tell you something.

NTL owes us 300 grand.

Now, from my understanding,

Chili Palmer took that money,

gave it to you for some contract.

Raji said that?

He's full of sh*t.

Watch what you say,

'cause we will drop his ass.

Take him outside.

Fine.

Come on, man, easy!

Don't land on my Porsche.

Man!

This ain't cool, man!

Come on, man.

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