Break Night Page #3

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compartment floor safe.

That's some heavy

iron right there, man.

Yeah.

What have you heard about it?

You don't wanna know.

You remember Pete Stanhill?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Guy from up North right?

He used to pull steel

with Maxy Rydell.

He's from Diamond Springs?

Yeah, he used to call

that thing the widow maker

on account of it pushed

so many guys off the job.

You got the drill

point specs for it?

Nobody does.

Don't matter anyway.

Thing's got that

resistive hard plate,

cobalt alloy

embedded with tungsten

carbide chips, man.

Shatters the bit.

If you had the time

you could go in with

diamond core titanium.

But even then you're

looking at a minimum six,

seven hours before

you break through.

Plus even if you

did break through,

there's tempered glass

between the door and the lock.

Wired edges.

Glass breaks, it drops these

little spring loaded rods

in front of the

main locking bolts.

This box is the real deal, man.

What about a plasma cutter?

[clattering]

Thermal relocker.

Temperature goes up, glass

breaks, rods drop in,

same boat as before.

You could maybe

use an auto dialer,

but you're looking at 10

million possible combinations.

You could be there a week.

Can't punch it, can't

peel it, can't torch it.

You're gonna have to romance

the numbers out of her.

You been training new talent?

Nah, not in a couple years.

Something don't go boom, these

young guys don't give a sh*t.

Speaking of which.

[paper rustling]

This the 45?

New lever springs,

slide catch,

pins, grip screws, everything.

[metal clanging]

Misfired on the

last guy who had it

'cause he wore it

out at the range

and never bothered to

clean out the residue.

What'd I always

used to tell you?

[metal clicking]

[Jimmy] Always

respect the equipment.

That's right.

Keep her clean, she'll be fine.

When's the last time

you been inside a box?

Oh, sh*t, Jesus.

Three years maybe.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Job down in Ojai.

Brinks Quad bolt 36.

Took me three hours just to

get through the hard plate.

Don't have the legs for

it anymore, I suppose.

[Jimmy] What about Hairston?

Retired.

No sh*t?

[Price] Up in Pollock Pines.

How about Rich Noya?

Oh, f***, man.

Dead.

Dead.

- [chuckling]

- Shut the f*** up.

Yeah, sh*t man.

On the job in Wyoming.

Little jewelry exchange,

Rent-a-Cop walks in on him.

Empties an entire

18 round mag at him,

only managed to hit him twice.

Wow.

Got him in the

right place, though.

We're a dying breed,

Jimmy, what can I tell you?

[speaking in foreign language]

Lloyd's gonna be

looking for you.

Probably, yeah.

Probably gonna be asking

about his 28 grand, too.

What?

[Price] Nothing.

Oh, come on, what?

Nothing, you hear sh*t that

ain't worth talking about.

Anyway man, you're out.

Back in the saddle.

Four years you were in,

half a year before that

since your last punch.

You think you still

got the touch?

[clicking]

What number's that?

Lucky guess.

[upbeat music]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[Jack] Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Is this the guy?

Hey!

F***ing look at him!

Is that the guy?

No.

I'm doing something, Jesus.

God damn it!

What the f***?

Are you f***ing kidding

me with this sh*t?

You are not here to text

your f***ing dealer, alright?

I swear if you

cracked my screen

I'm gonna make you

f***ing pay for it.

Shut the f*** up.

It's not like that's what

I was doing anyways, okay?

And Memo's not my

f***ing dealer, alright?

He's my pimp.

Just shut the f*** up

and watch the garage.

F***ing Christs' sake.

[beeping]

Jesus.

Hey, you're staring

at possession with

intent here, dipshit,

plus what you still

owe at Valley State.

You want me to bust

your ass back up North,

make some big b*tch

with a buzz cut

have you go down on her

every f***ing night?

Shut the f*** up.

Big deal.

That'll be like the third

p*ssy I've eaten this week.

Jesus Christ.

What kinda mother did you have?

She's up at Valley State, too.

Go ask her.

No sh*t?

June f***ing Cleaver.

Jesus Christ.

Is he is f***ing peeing?

God, that's disgusting!

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Here comes another one.

Is that him?

No.

Joey's like way taller.

You better not be

jerking us around.

I swear to Christ I'll

rip your f***ing tits off.

Hey, I heard from like two

people that score off him

this is where he comes

to get Nickel Deck

after he goes to the

methadone clinic.

Like three or four

times a week at least.

Jesus Christ, man.

Are you all right?

You're sweating like a

god damn whore in church.

[groaning]

I'm f***ing

pissing razor blades.

[shuffling]

[beeping]

I got pills for it somewhere.

[Dispatcher] 10-Lincoln-14

I show 10-19 on your 20,

clearing code 30

Victor, be advised.

Got pills for my f***ing piss,

pills for my stomach,

pills for my knee.

You hear that sh*t

with the Koreans?

The ones you bet with?

What is it, Wah Ching something?

No that's those

Korean Pride a**holes.

Talkin' about MS13.

They got those two clubs.

One of em's over on Telegraph.

Half the guys in

Central play there.

You know, the one

with the security guy

looks like a retarded

version of Leon Spinks?

You know, that big f***in' guy.

[phone ringing]

My phone's ringing.

Hey, you get outta this car

I'm gonna bounce

you into jail today.

Fine but if it's the clinic

I'm gonna be f***ing pissed.

So the redhead?

The one who works

the cage, right?

Then runs whores out back?

Oh, yeah, I've played

there a few times.

They got hit last week.

[chuckling]

Roomful of zips, bosses

from all over the state,

some big f***in' pow wow.

Sons of Samoa go in

there guns blazing,

cleaned the place out.

Jesus.

We're living in some

violent f***ing times, man.

Hey.

Is this the guy?

I'll f***ing tell you

when I see him, Jesus.

[voices speaking on dispatch]

Korean Pride ain't

taking my sheets anymore,

you believe that?

Won't give me a parlay, nothing.

I had one of my

CI's go in there,

try to lay something

down for me,

they smelled a f***ing rat,

still wouldn't take it.

So how deep you in?

About up to here.

[Dispatcher] 10-Lincoln-14

I still show you

10-19 on your 20,

clearing code 30 Victor,

- please respond.

- Yeah, 20-Lincoln-14, copy.

Jesus.

[clattering]

How deep is up to here?

48,000.

48,000?

Jesus, for how long?

Six months.

Holy sh*t, man.

They are gonna put

paper out on you, man.

They ain't gonna do sh*t.

I f***ing hate this, man.

I hate this.

I'm a f***ing babysitter.

God damn, look at me.

I'm a f***ing babysitter.

I'm babysitting

a goddamn p*ssy eating f***ing

19-year-old Cyndi Lauper.

So what's that make me?

Hey, I'll take

Narc over probation

and parole any day

of the f***ing week.

You should see some

of the pieces of sh*t

they got me swimming around

the same toilet bowl with.

Can we get something to eat?

I'd suck somebody's dick for

a f***ing sandwich right now.

Broke ass cons

fresh outta stir.

[voices speaking on dispatch]

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