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- Jim, come on.

- What?

When I was watching sunsets

on Rockaway Beach.

It's my favorite thing.

Most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

- I love sunsets.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

- No, you don't.

- Wanna come with sometime? Seriously?

- Yes.

Hey, hey, hey. Sit back.

Hey.

What?

- What?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Right? Right?

- What?

Off you go.

More secrets.

- Is he gonna do more of that parkour stuff?

- He's a pro.

- My man. Told you. You saw that?

- Hey, Paul.

Oh, sh*t.

No!

My card.

- Oh, sh*t. He ain't moving.

- Hop in there and check his pulse.

I'm not hopping in there

and doing nothing.

- You're not gonna help?

- It was your baseball card.

He was your friend.

You were making out in the car.

But that don't mean

I need to hop over there.

You're no help at all, Paul, really.

- I can't feel a pulse.

- Are you doing it right?

- Yes, I'm doing it right. He must be dead.

- He can't be dead.

- Goddamn it. I was counting on this kid.

- He looks like a little angel.

What are we gonna do with him?

- Let's just throw him in a Dumpster.

- What? No.

He's not a piece of trash that you just

throw in a Dumpster. He was my friend.

- Be right back.

- Where are you going?

- To get my card.

- Are you crazy?

We gotta get out of here before these

people get back...

...and we still gotta find Gabriela.

We got 20 minutes.

I'll be in and out. Give me a boost.

Boost? With all due respect, Jimmy,

f*** no.

Just push my feet up with your hands.

- What?

- I'm gonna stand on your head.

Just stand still, all right?

Don't step on my head!

You stepped on my forehead, Jimmy.

Ta-da!

Ta-da, my ass. You better get that card and

let's get out of here before they come back.

Talk.

We got the girl.

She was hiding at her uncle's house.

It's a rock.

Oh, boy.

- I'm gonna get a rubber.

- Okay.

Hi, Paul.

I found your little camera.

Is this what you wanted, huh?

Is this what you wanted?

Remember my gay cousin, Eric?

Hi. How are you?

That's her gay cousin.

F*** you, Paul.

How can you not trust me?

Trust her, buster.

That's her gay cousin.

- All I do is sit here and worry about you.

- Worry.

And this is what you do? I love you.

That is her gay cousin!

Yes. That's her gay cousin.

Look, motherf***er, look.

That's her gay cousin.

That's her gay cousin. You motherfuck...

GABRIELA:

F***.

- Paul, not now.

- Jimmy. Jimmy, guess what?

She didn't do it. She didn't cheat.

Debbie did not cheat.

- That was her cousin.

- That's great, buddy.

It was a goof. Oh, man, it was their...

...f***-you-for-putting-the-

camera-in-the-room thing.

I just had to watch longer.

Good, because you know what else

you should be watching?

- What's that?

- The whole Mexican army...

...is dragging Gabriela in

through the f***ing garage.

- Jim. I'm coming to get you.

- No, no, no. Stay where you are.

- I'll text you.

- All right.

We got a fighter, man.

Oh.

Okay.

- You know, I've been thinking.

- Uh-huh.

Poh Boy? We only have his dead brother

as a connection to the killings.

You know, we don't actually have

anything that implicates Poh Boy directly.

More importantly, nothing that ties

Jimmy and Paul to Poh Boy.

- That's the balls.

- Why don't we go directly to the source.

Why don't we put the squeeze on this

Poh Boy son of a b*tch...

...until he makes us

some truth juice, huh?

- Make us some what?

- Not from concentrate.

- Let's go make us some truth juice.

- Let's do it.

She's got moxie.

GABRIELA:

Andy Pafko.

- What you want, twat?

- Come on, papi chulo.

Is that any way to talk to baseball legend

Andy Pafko, Mr. D*ckhead?

Or should I say:

That's chicken head, vato.

You sure?

The number you have reached

is not in service. Bye-bye, now.

Then I guess I gotta take this crucifix

to the Federales, then.

- You bring it to me or she dies.

- F*** you.

You come to us. One hour, under the

Pulaski Bridge, bring the girl and the card.

- One hour.

- Put the girl on the...

They got what I want.

They want me to meet them

under the Pulaski Bridge.

You and your best shooters stay with me.

Everyone else goes to the bridge.

Okay, when those d*cks show up,

you kill them.

And you bring me that crucifix.

Oh, sh*t.

Did you remember to take your pills?

Yes. Thank you.

Hey, do you think

you'll still come to that jazz thing later?

I don't.

Sh*t.

What the...?

Wanna get some Indian food after this?

I'm still full from all that cheese.

- What the f*** are you guys doing here?

- What are you doing here?

- What did we walk into?

- How's he doing?

- Ray?

- I think it went through.

- Pressure on it, Ray.

- How you doing?

- Where's the car?

- Over there.

- Hey, you think you can make it there?

- No, I will not leave him.

Listen to me, man. You gotta go call

this in or else he ain't gonna make it.

He's afraid of getting shot.

- Don't let me get shot.

- I'm not gonna let you get shot. Be brave.

- Okay, count for me.

- One. Two. Three.

Go.

Officer down. All patrols, respond.

Ow!

Oh, come on.

Yo, you got my shoe?

Come on. You two, take upstairs.

Kill anything that tries to get in.

Stay low, stay low.

Yo.

I'm going in. In one, two, three.

- Did you get him?

- His head's not there. Does that count?

Yeah.

- Yoo-hoo!

- Ah!

Hey. Hey!

Jim, I just got shot.

I hear you whispering

sweet nothings to each other.

You better not be blowing each other

in my house.

We're not, you prick.

Hey, the only thing

keeping you guys here is the girl.

And I just want my flash drive.

So, what do you say we trade, huh?

You ready?

I'm ready. Let's go be great.

Do you even

listen to yourself sometimes?

- You trespassing, detectives.

- Call 911.

Pretty fast, homes.

Yeah, but I could still kill the f***

out of her before they put me in bracelets.

Don't kill the f*** out of nobody.

Just let her go.

You know, you two putos

want her to keep this pretty face...

...you better bring my f***ing flash drive.

POH BOY:

I don't believe this motherf***er.

He's a nincompoop.

You're a nincompoop. You know that?

Send the girl over here, we give you

the flash drive, everybody go home happy.

Oh, man, you think I'm gonna give up

a hostage, homes?

Me and this b*tch

are gonna go for a little ride.

All right? You get all these pigs out of

here and get a car waiting for me out front.

I'm gonna bust your f***ing head open.

You know how tired we are

from killing all your friends?

You should have quit

while you was ahead, homey.

- You got him?

- Yeah, I got him.

Y'all ain't gonna shoot me.

On three.

Man, you ain't gonna shoot nobody, man.

That's right, you ain't

got the f***ing balls.

That's one, two, shoot on three?

Or one, two, three, then shoot?

- One, two, three, then shoot.

- There you go getting mad.

- Always one, two, three, then shoot.

- I'm not good at math.

- Come on, man.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

- One.

Motherf***er.

Careful, you guys.

It's all right, kid.

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