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Leslie, over $600,000.

Allows us to spend anything we want.

All our dreams come true, baby.

You're right!

My God!

- What first?

- Well, there's a pretty big dent in the car.

- New car!

- Yeah.

What will it be, man?

I'm looking for Zeke.

Wrong joint.

No Zeke here.

Come here.

Come here.

Back there.

Thanks.

I was told I could buy tools.

I've got tools.

What's your preference?

Sears? Stanley?

Snap On?

I was thinking more on the lines of Ruggeri,

Smith & Wesson, you know?

Can I get me keys to the

Motor Vehicle Department?

That's two chairs,

dining room set...

sofa, big screen plasma TV.

What about a bed?

What about a bed?

Bed, bed, bed ...

We definitely got to

have a bed, don't we?

Definitely.

Right this way.

This is perfect.

- Hi.

- Hey!

Okay, they'll deliver our stuff

tomorrow between 1 and 4.

Alright.

Give me that.

Very swanky.

Buick.

Kia, maybe.

Can I help you?

Yes, excuse me.

Is that your Toyota?

No, it's my wife's.

Why?

- Who is it Glenn?

- I don't know who the hell he is. Who the hell are you?

Excuse me.

Hey motherf***er!

What? You're driving around

you see a nice car...

- you want to get in my face

and ask me one question?

- What?

It looked like to me

your casing the joint.

Get him, baby.

You better get the f*** out of this

neighbourhood before I bust

a cop in your white boy ass.

Coz you don't want this.

He don't want this.

- He don't want this.

- No, he don't want this.

Listen up,

Glenn the f***ing plumber.

You blacks think y'all

so f***ing bad.

Well, you aren't.

You think all white

people fear you.

We don't.

Now shut your f***ing mouth...

or I'll put you in the

f***ing emergency ward.

Got it?

Did you hear that accent?

Yeah, isnt no regular white boy.

- Come on, let's just go.

- Is he Spanish?

Hi.

Mr. Bear sh*t Tenderfeet?

No, no, no. Pronounce this way please ...

Bahadurjit Tejinderpreet.

I can helped you, please.

Yeah, helped me.

Nice Chevy over there.

Oh yeah, my Chevrolet.

Great American automobile.

I like it too much.

Chevrolet.

Big favourite for you, Arabs,

is it?

Arab?

That's bullshit!

I'm Sikh from India!

I don't make no 9/11.

I make 9/9! My beautiful store!

Mr. Melvin Goldberg?

Who wants to know?

- I'm from Bavarian Motor Works.

- The what?

BMW.

Bavarian Motor Works.

Your new car there.

Yeah, well.

So?

I'd like to ask you a couple

of questions, if you don't mind...

- About your new Beemer.

- No, thanks. Beat it.

My company is offering $100

for a simple 5-minute interview.

Yeah.

Come inside.

Yes!

So ...

How long have you had the car?

Eight days.

Do you like the BMW?

Hell, yes.

Don't everybody?

Even those goddamn Mercedes

fools are changing to BMW now.

Aren't you going to write stuff down?

I've got a good memory.

How long, did you say,

you finance the car?

I didn't say.

Why the hell do you

want to know that anyhow?

Just helps us to determine

buying trends and sort them out.

It says you paid cash.

Exit!

Who the hell are you?

Get the f*** out of my house!

Sit down.

F*** you!

Get the hell out

Or I'll throw your ass out.

The suitcase?

Where is the suitcase, Goldberg?

The money.

Where the f*** is it?

I'm sorry, mister.

I'll replace the cash, I promise.

So, it was you?

- Yeah?

- I did it.

But I'll put it back, honest to God.

What do you mean? You spent it all.

You spent half a million?

What?

- No, no ...

- Talk to me Jew motherf***er.

I work for Gen-Am.

I stole the money.

I admit it.

But I did, because they

are extorting the customers.

They're rip offs man.

They're chaining the public.

I'll pay it back though, honest.

Was your old car a station wagon?

No way!

You a cop?

If you're f***ing lying,

I'll kill you...

and I'll kill you f***ing slowly.

I traded a pickup

truck for that BMW.

A 1993 Ford F-150.

Call them, mister.

Yeah.

I stole the money,

but not with a suitcase.

I used a paper bag.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Enjoy.

To the good life and the

fulfilment of our wildest dreams.

To my husband may

he ever be so lucky.

Sammy.

We should do that more often.

What got into us?

Cash.

Morning, Mr. Phelan.

Good morning, Mrs. Phelan.

Sleep well?

Yes, I did.

Ready for breakfast?

Yeah.

Breakfast too, huh?

Indeed.

Nothing is too good for

Mr. Lucky, Sam Phelan.

- Eat.

- I will.

I'm headed for the shower.

Hi

Mr. Sam Phelan?

Yeah, you're early we weren't

expecting you till noon.

I doubt you are

expecting me at all.

You're the Chunky Chicken

franchise rep, aren't you?

No.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I thought...

What can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to you about

your new Range Rover.

I'm from the factory.

Yeah, right.

- It's kind of bad timing.

- It will only take a minute.

Yeah, okay, come on in.

Just a minute though.

Sure.

Thank you.

Take a seat.

I was just about to make

a coffee if you want one.

No thanks.

Looking to invest?

Oh, yeah. My wife and I we want

to start our own business.

Yeah?

Recently consumed cash, did you?

Listen, mister, I don't

have a holding time here so...

Sorry.

So, were you enjoying the Range Rover?

What do you mean, how it handles?

Stuff like that?

It's great, we love it.

How does it compare

to your old car?

That's no comparison.

What was your old car?

It's a Buick station wagon.

Piece of crap.

Was it the one with

the wood on the sides?

You said you're from the factory.

What factory?

Hey, listen...

I think you better leave now.

This...

business you want...

you're looking to invest...

What? Half a million...

in cash?

Hey, listen, I'm actually expecting somebody,

So, I got to, I got to clean up...

and I'm going to have

to ask you to go.

I'm not leaving, Sam.

What do you mean

you're not leaving?

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'll call the police.

Look, we don't smoke in this house.

You have something of mine.

I've never seen you before.

What are you doing?

Please!

You can't do that, alright?

Goddamn it!

Stop!

Stop!

What is he doing?

Stop him!

No, no, no!

Don't, don't!

Okay...

Hang up the phone.

Go ahead, hang up.

Where is my money?

We have...

most of it, that is.

We spent some.

What are you talking about?

We don't have his money.

Save it, Leslie.

I know the truth.

How much did you spend?

- About $70,000, I think.

- Where's the rest?

Sommes here and

somas in the bank.

- In the bank?

- Several banks, actually.

Avoiding the IRS, huh?

Smart.

Dangerous, though.

Funny how money

corrupts, isn't it?

Okay.

Here's what we going to do.

Sam...

go get the rest of the cash

left here in the house, okay?

- Well...

- Do it now.

Leslie...

gather up receipts.

You and I, we'll talk about

exactly how much you spent.

You do keep receipts, don't you?

$625,731.

Not a bad hole.

Not a bad hole at all.

Okay.

It's noon.

Banks need time to gather

up large sums of cash...

So while Leslie is figuring

and I'm counting...

You're going to phone, Sam,

and call everyone of those banks ...

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