Before the Devil Knows You're Dead Page #6
Hank?
Yeah, Hank.
Aren't you gonna say anything?
Are you gonna get angry?
- Where are you gonna go?
- I was just gonna go to my mother's.
How're you gonna get there?
I was gonna take a cab.
I could really use some, some money.
I'll go to the bank later.
Here.
Hi, you've reached Gina and Andy.
Leave a message.
Please hang up
and try your call...
Come on.
Last person I ever thought I'd see again
as long as I lived.
Charlie Hanson.
You're still a crook?
You come all this way to insult me?
Did you hear anything about a holdup
at the Westchester Shopping Mall?
What would I know about Westchester?
That's just for upstanding citizens
such as yourself.
Have you heard anything?
Why would I hear anything about anything?
I sell diamonds.
- And fence them.
- Never!
Did you hear of a young guy
called Bobby Lasorda?
Wrong tree, Charlie.
A couple of punks shot my wife in a holdup.
She's dead.
I'm sorry.
I don't give a sh*t
about your little side business,
I don't care about anything anymore,
except finding the guy who did this.
Do you know anything?
I remember when Charlie Hanson
started out on the streets.
Young and cocky, good cutter.
A long time ago, Charlie.
You always hated my guts,
you called me a crook,
but you didn't know sh*t
about how the world works,
or what some people will do for money.
I guess,
now you know, Charlie.
The world is an evil place, Charlie.
Some of us make money off of that,
and others get destroyed.
He walked in here,
he looks a little bit like you, Charlie.
He walked in here and I almost knew him,
right off the bat.
Hello.
It's me.
Andy, Jesus, man, we got problems.
What do you mean, problems?
Bobby's girlfriend's
got a f***ing brother, okay.
And the guy is blackmailing me, all right.
He said he's gonna go to the cops, all right,
or kill me if I don't pay him $10,000.
All right, all right.
Just stay there, I'll be right over,
I'll figure something out.
- Andy, this guy isn't f***ing around.
- All right, I'll figure something out.
Andy, Jake needs to see you.
They're all in the conference room
with the IRS guys.
They're going all the way back
- through your accounts.
- Just f*** 'em, I got to go to my dad's.
I'm gonna have to tell them you were here.
For God's sake, say something.
Okay.
We're in trouble.
The worst trouble imaginable.
You're aware of that, right?
So, why don't we try and fix it?
There's almost no choice,
but you're gonna have to follow my lead.
No questions, no hesitations.
I've done that before, all right,
and that's how come I'm standing here,
with my life going down the f***ing toilet.
F*** you, f*** you, I'll do it alone.
You can sit here and wait till you go to jail
and take it up the ass
for the rest of your f***ing life.
Let's do it already, what's your idea?
Sorry, what's your idea?
What's Bobby's girlfriend's name?
Chris. Yeah, Chris.
Chris.
Call Chris, tell her to get her brother
over to her apartment.
- What for?
- We'll meet him.
He figures we owe him $10,000,
we have to resolve it.
Resolve it how?
Play it by ear, see what happens,
maybe we pay him.
He's never gonna let us off the hook.
All right, we're gonna be paying him back
for the rest of our lives.
Hey, you finally figured out
something for yourself.
Let's just get the money, see what happens.
Where are we gonna get $10,000?
No, that might be easier.
Call Chris.
Taxi!
Andy, Jesus Christ! You're gonna kill him.
Come on.
Sh*t.
Come on.
Hold the bag. Hold out the f***ing bag!
Hold it open like this. Hold it open like that!
I got it, I got it.
- Oh, sh*t, do you want these?
- Just put it in the bag!
Put it in the bag!
- Out.
- Got it.
Oh, my God, Andy.
- Did you touch anything?
- Did you go crazy?
- Did you touch anything?
- Are you f***ing nuts?
- Did you touch anything?
- Wait, you didn't have to kill him, all right.
He's not gonna go to the cops. All right?
He's a drug dealer.
Yeah, I guess he'll just go
to some other dealers and suppliers
and that's all we need,
is 10 South Americans chasing us
for the rest of our lives.
Did you touch anything?
I don't think so.
- You don't think so?
- I don't think so, no!
- No, I didn't touch anything!
- Think, God damn it, you think!
- I don't... I don't like this, Andy!
- Did you touch anything?
- I don't like...
- Shut up! Shut up!
- Did you touch anything?
- No.
Are we good?
Let's go.
You got the money, chico?
I don't like wasted trips.
You don't look happy.
Mind if I call you groucho?
No, I don't mind.
Like what you're seeing?
- Yeah, a lot.
- Stand up. Stand up!
- All right, all right.
- Turn around.
- All right, all right, all right.
So how we gonna do this?
Gladly pay you the money, got plenty of it.
How do we know you're not gonna bleed us
for the next couple of months?
I just want enough to take care of Chris.
That's nice, my brother
wouldn't take care of me like that.
Hey, what do you say, Chris,
should I trust this guy?
- Yes.
- Speak up. What?
Yes.
I don't think so.
No, Andy, don't, don't, don't...
- What did you say?
- No, you can't do that, I won't let you.
- You won't let me?
- No, no more,
you kill her, you're gonna have to kill me.
Not such a bad idea.
You know, in fact, it's a pretty good one.
You know I know.
What do you know?
I know.
I'm sorry.
I f***ed it all up.
Just do it.
Do it.
Go ahead.
Come on.
You'd be doing me a favor.
Come on.
Get the hell out of here.
Get the hell out of here! Go!
Go!
Hank! Hank!
Move out of the way,
move out of the way.
You'll have to move your vehicle.
Move out of the way.
Hi, Mr. Hanson.
Stick your head in. If he's awake now,
you can spend
Dad?
I never meant to hurt her.
I just needed money.
There wasn't supposed to be any gun.
She wasn't supposed to be in the store.
Everything just went wrong.
It's okay, Andy.
It's okay.
Nurse, the heart monitor
cut out for a second.
It does that, don't worry.
If it happens again, just press reset.
Dad.
Nurse!
Emergency personnel, code blue.
Emergency personnel, code blue.
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