Criminal Activities Page #3

Well, Tyrone's got a brother.

From what I understand,

he's not gonna

be up for Citizen of

the Year Award, either,

so you won't have

an ethics problem,

because you're all

men of principle,

when you go to

pick him up for me.

Pick...

Mr. Lovato-

No, Eddie, Eddie, please.

Eddie.

I'm sorry to hear about

your niece, we all are.

I mean that's horrible.

But we're not criminals.

We don't know the

first thing about

kidnapping someone.

I mean, look at Noah, I mean...

Besides why wouldn't

you just have...

Them handle it.

Well, that would require

a two-part answer.

One, which is of no

concern of yours.

They'll be busy looking for

Tyrone to set up the exchange.

And two, and this is head and

shoulders above the first.

They don't owe me 400

f***ing thousand dollars!

And unlike a bank, there

will be no late slips.

So say we pick

him up, then what?

Zach, are you

f***ing kidding me?

I'm not kidnapping anybody!

Me neither.

I'd be a liability.

We have no f***ing

choice, he's not asking us.

We're classically

f***ed no matter

which direction we look in.

Quantum physics.

Did you ever hear

of the Quantum Ten?

Group of guys,

they got together,

fired by ambition and passion.

They created quantum physics.

They knew with

ambition and passion

comes execution.

F***.

I'm shitting green,

and then running

three times a day, 'cause I

know what it's like to execute.

Okay?

I know what it takes.

It takes motivation.

And you guys have plenty of it.

I'm offering you

gentlemen a way out.

I'm offering you a

panacea to your problems.

All you have to do is collect

him, hold him, for 24 hours.

My guys'll hunt down

Tyrone, they'll set

a time and place,

I'll contact you, okay.

We exchange my niece

for his brother.

And if you do this for me,

I will consider the slate clean.

I hate this sh*t.

It's like wheat grass, but it's

not as good as wheat grass.

Hey, Bernard,

lemme tell you though,

Let me tell you what this

motherf***er said to me

That if I don't give

him my club seats

to the Indians game

this Saturday night,

he will tell his

little sister about

what I did last weekend.

What about it?

Well you know, I ended up with

that redhead chick

from Lakeview.

Give him

the f***ing tickets, man.

Man, f*** no!

Mastiff is pitching!

All right, we'll tell

him that if he don't

back off, then you'll

break his elbows.

Man, I can't do that man,

he's still my brother in-law.

Besides, the nigga so

dumb, he sh*t in his own hat.

By the third drink he

forgot his own name.

Look, man, he can't

open up his mouth,

because if he do, I

spend now until eternity

in Lawyer Land.

Ah, sh*t, man.

Hey, Marques,

what would you do?

First off, I wouldn't

be stupid enough

to cheat on my wife.

And then advertise that sh*t to

half the f***ing neighborhood.

Nigga.

You might as well

have posted fliers.

Aight, I'll be the

grown-up and say

what's on all y'all niggas

minds at this table.

You all mouth, Lamont.

That's your problem.

And we can't afford

to be havin'

no soft-ass niggas

in this crew.

In case you gentlemen

have forgotten,

that is the protocol

to our industry.

You wanna climb the

corporate ladder?

Keep you mouth-

f***in' mouth shut!

And, unfortunately,

we got a zero-tolerance

policy, my nigga.

Lamont, I'm just

f***in' wit' you.

You cold, man!

Cold, man!

Hey, this stall's

taken, motherf***er.

Get him!

Grab his f***ing arm!

F*** off!

F*** off!

Grab the f***er's arm!

Hit him!

Hit him!

Man, go check on Marques!

Nah, man, f*** that, you go.

Marques!

One of y'all motherfuckers go!

Hurry up, hurry up!

Open up!

All right, he's in, he's in.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go you f***ing idiot!

Jesus Christ!

Christ! Do you know how

to f***ing drive!

It's a junky piece of sh*t!

Are you f***ing hit?

Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Jesus Christ!

Jesus, get the f***

off my foot!

We're taking this car too fast!

Who in the heck was that?

I don't know.

Whoever it was,

they were professionals.

Jesus Christ, Coleman.

My bad!

Guys?

Guys!

What the hell is this?

That's on a

need-to-know basis.

Right now you don't

need to know sh*t.

Who the f*** are you?

Don't worry

about all that, Marques.

This'll all be over in 24 hours,

as long as you behave.

Behave?

You got a set of stones,

I'll give you that.

Where the f*** am I?

It's like an old warehouse.

And artists live, work,

subsidize rental arrangement,

my company has the listing.

Shut up!

You're a f***ing

real estate agent?

No, no.

Don't get stupid!

Hey, hey, be easy,

I'm just trying

to get comfortable here.

Just put the-

Oh, for f***'s sake,

is that my gun?

I mean, it's bad enough

I get jacked by the local

neighborhood watch,

but now you're gonna

point my own f***ing

pistol at me?

Being that it's

yours, we certainly

don't have to remind

you that it's loaded.

Can you bring it closer?

Yeah sure, you

wanna hold it, too?

What the f*** for?

Look, I'm aware

that there's no

official kidnapping

handbook, but if there was,

I'm almost dead certain

that it would have

no objection to you

moving just a little bit

closer to me when

there is zero chance

of me getting up out this

motherfucking chair!

Go ahead,

he's not going anywhere.

I tied him myself,.

He's not going anywhere.

Oh, now, that's just

icing on the cake.

It's scratched.

What?

Right there on the handle.

Oh, sh*t, yeah I see it.

God damn right you see it!

You know what that is?

That's one-of-a-kind,

Grade A Tahitian pearl!

F***ing flawless!

Do you know what a

scratch that size,

that sure as sh*t

ain't coming out,

does to its value?

Yeah.

It's worthless now.

Okay, okay.

I just made my first decision.

What's that?

When I get outta here,

you the first one

I'm gonna shoot.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here

and take an educated guess.

Since I've never set eyes

on any of you before,

the reason why I'm

taped to this chair

is not personal in

nature, which makes this

unfortunate chain of events...

a business transaction?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Am I gettin' warm yet?

And since I'm

taped here, and not

face-down in the ditch,

somebody

must of offered

to bump you fellas

up a couple of tax brackets

in exchange for me.

And factor in y'all

weak-ass gear, my guess is

this is a life-changing

sum of money.

Am I right?

Did I hit the nail on the head?

Well, it's like 400 grand,

but it's not like

we get to keep it or anything.

Shut up!

I'm sorry, Zach.

F***!

What?

Did we not have a conversation

on the way over here?

What the f***

did we talk about?

In the f***ing car?

What was it about?

No f***ing names, man!

Sh*t man, I'm so sorry.

It's just-

Oh, no, you know

what, I'm sorry,

I overreacted, you're

right, you're right.

You're right.

What are you doing?

This is my wallet.

Noah Dorfman,

316 North Flushing Avenue.

Get the f*** off me!

That's an old address.

What you probably

are unaware of Zach,

and Noah Dorfman, is I have

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