Criminal Activities Page #5

What's your name?

William.

- William what?

- Harrison.

Okay, William Harrison,

this is one of those

rare moments in life,

that you're gonna get

a second chance.

You're gonna get up,

walk out that door,

check yourself back

into school,

study, read Catcher in the Rye,

graduate, you get a shot

at not ending up back here.

Word gets back to me

that you

so much as f***ing

skipped woodshop,

I'll be paying you

a house visit.

We clear?

Pick up your shirt,

get the f*** outta here.

Go!

Summer time's here, babe!

Jesus, Noah.

How long's it take you to

pick up f***ing ice cream?

Hey, I didn't see you

volunteer to go, Warren.

All right,

who had the pistachio?

- That was me.

- All right.

What the hell?

It's melted already.

I know.

Salted caramel.

That's mine.

I wanted a cone.

Jeez, umm, my bad.

Sorry.

This is for you.

And, Mr. Marques.

Oh, sh*t.

Umm, we're gonna have to

untie his hands or something.

Out of the question.

Well, how's he gonna eat?

I'm sorry about this.

What, kidnapping me

or the spoon-feed part?

All of it.

Hey, nice tattoo.

Oh, that?

Yeah, all the guys

in my squad got one.

It was kinda

a solidarity thing.

Didn't peg

you as ex-military.

Me, yeah, signed

up after graduation.

I bought into the

whole girls and guys

in uniform thing.

Oh.

And the... p*ssy just

fall into your lap?

No, I never actually

saw any action in the Army

they found out

I had a lazy eye.

Signed me up to SPO.

Strategic planning

and operations?

Yeah, didn't get me

laid, but I learned a lot.

Glad to know our tax

dollars didn't go to waste.

You know what?

Sometimes what looks

like a dead f***ing end

to a dire situation,

can be an opportunity.

I don't follow.

Have you ever

ended up at the end

of an unexpected windfall?

Me, no.

I don't catch breaks.

I'm like the unluckiest

guy you'll ever meet.

Well, maybe, maybe not.

Well, okay.

Take this for example.

My father, he died this year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was kind of a big

shot on Wall Street, okay?

He made a, made a ton of money.

The lawyer calls me,

he tells me

after the sale of three

homes, which is worth

less than what is owed

to my father's creditors,

his ex-wives, taxes,

all that sh*t,

there's pretty

much nothing left.

You know, I walk

away with a check

for 3,000 dollars

and this f***ing watch.

You know what, Noah?

Sometimes you gotta make

your own luck in life.

I have a proposition for you.

A way for you to

walk away from this,

and in the process,

take with you

some very heavy paper.

Un-cuff me.

I'll pick a moment where

I'll make it look like

I untied the ropes myself,

I disappear from here.

And you wake up

tomorrow morning

with a bag full of

cash under your pillow.

Yeah, I can't do that.

You don't think there's

a search party out there

right now looking for me?

I bet you dimes to

dollars, somebody

caught a few digits on that

license plate of yours.

It's only a matter of time

before that doorbell ring.

I ain't gonna lie to ya, Noah.

Somebody's getting

invoiced for this sh*t.

It just doesn't have to be you.

Hi.

Where's Marques Flemmings?

I didn't even know that

puto was missing?

We know all you

pimps and drug dealers,

you have your noses in

up each others' business.

You know somethin'.

Yeah, I know

somethin' all right.

My motherfuckin' rights?

This sh*t illegal!

F*** off me, puto!

Let's see if this

refreshes your memory?

What the f***!

No!

Your memory comin' back now?

Marques Flemmings.

Sh*t! I told you I don't know!

What the f*** you do?

Oh, man, I'm sorry, my bad.

When he gets into the office,

can you have him

call me, please?

Thank you.

F***ing moron.

Thought you were done

with that sh*t, man.

I'm trying to stay awake.

- All right.

- Don't judge me.

I am not f***ing judging you.

Don't- Get off your high

horse, you've been...

you've been sober 15 days.

I am not judging you,

Zach, take it easy.

Everything okay?

Peachy.

Anything I can do to help?

This girl's taking a

wrecking ball to my life,

you could help with that.

Well, maybe there's

nothing there.

That was the

private investigator.

She left the house an

hour and a half ago.

She still hasn't come back yet,

she said she was staying in.

Okay, where did

you tell her that

you were going tonight?

What the f*** does that

have to do with anything?

Well, isn't it

obvious that you didn't

tell her the truth either?

And it's not like you're

out f***ing around,

that's what I'm saying.

I'm not talking about me,

I'm talking about her.

Are you trying to make

me feel worse here?

- I don't know!

- Whose side are you on?

No, I'm just saying,

maybe look,

maybe this is

naive of me to say,

but isn't it

possible that there's

nothing going on?

Oh, no, not possible.

- Okay.

- Too many holes.

All right.

Too many gaps.

God dammit.

Look, Zach.

I'm not trying to be

your couples' therapist.

All I'm doing is talking to

you as a friend right now.

Okay, well then, talk to me.

I'm telling you

that if you keep going

down this path,

you're always gonna be

questioning and doubting every

little thing that she does.

Until it's gonna get

so bad, she can't

go to the dry cleaners

without you

making a list

in your head

about who she's gonna f***.

You understand?

If only that

stock went through.

I mean Janie, she's...

she's beautiful.

I mean, I really love her,

we really have a connection.

The only way to manage a

woman like that's happiness,

is with "f*** you" money.

I put every single one of

my clients into that stock.

What?

All of them.

I mean, how many times

do you get to play

the slots knowing

the next pull, three

cherries are gonna come up?

I mean that's a once in

a lifetime opportunity.

Well, listen, man,

you know, sometimes

these things just

work themselves out.

In my line of work, when

you f*** up like that,

it doesn't really

promote career longevity!

Okay.

She's gonna leave me.

Oh, man.

For sure.

Hey.

Jerry.

Go over to Diamond's.

What for?

Okey-doke, we're on our way.

Okay.

Okay, let's do this.

Come on.

Sir.

How can I help you?

Tommy, is he here?

He's under that taxi.

Tommy!

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm a friend of Paula's.

Okay, she's got

a lot of friends.

Who the f*** are you?

I'm her cousin Eddie.

Oh, f***. Oh, God, God!

F***!

Tell her you're sorry,

you buy her some flowers,

and don't make me come back!

Hank.

I've been expecting you.

What's going on here?

Oh, him, you haven't heard?

Flemmings' nephew got snatched.

He put up a big bank roll

for whoever can find him.

Negro over here

knows where he's at,

but as you can see,

we're having a little bit

of a communication problem.

We're taking a little

break right now.

Yeah, evidently.

Well, we're looking for

his other nephew, Tyrone.

Eddie says you got

an address for us.

Just waitin' for the call.

Friend of mine hangs out

with Tyrone all the time

down at Sullivan's.

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