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bourbon alright?

- The duffel f***

the duffel on the

f***ing runway.

- He got our money.

- Alright don't worry about it.

Just breathe, just breathe.

Okay, we need something

to switch this up.

Find me something

anything, okay?

- Alright

- Here you go

Jonesy here you go.

- I got nothing.

- Okay, find me a

crowbar anything metal.

Okay, alright Mack.

I need a flare or a

flame anything, okay.

- Propane torch?

- Yeah, that should work.

- I always wanted a

tattoo of a woman's name.

I ever tell you fucks that,

a bird one of those

old timey kinds

with the name and the ribbon

hanging from the beak.

I thought I'd meet

her in Mexico.

- Don't get one Jonesy

you're too ugly.

- All right yeah that's good.

- I'm sorry Jonesy I'm sorry.

- Light up the f***ing cigarette

and stop being a p*ssy.

- Okay, needs to get red hot.

- F*** you, bro.

Where's that f***ing smoke, man?

- Okay, here we go.

One, two, three.

- Motherf***er.

- Mack.

I f***ing missed you, man.

Let me buy you a drink.

- Absolutely.

- Bourbon?

- No, beer back.

- Alright, Katie line them up.

So, how's it feel to be out?

- Different but f***ing good.

- Here you go, D.

- You might

wanna leave the bottle.

I think that this

man could use a few.

- Just don't go hitting

anyone, sweetheart.

Bourbon makes him a a**hole.

- Sweetheart.

- Yeah, well can you blame her.

Look at this face.

Cheers.

- How's Gracie.

- We're still together.

- Am I an uncle yet?

- F***, man take it easy.

- Well, how would I know?

You better watch out, man.

You know a woman like that

who's got her mind set

it's just a matter of time.

- You're a sh*t.

What about you any tail

since you been out?

- Harrison told me

about your fight,

about your hand.

- Yeah, well f***ing

Greeks right?

- How much to fix it?

- Too much.

- Is that why you're

running with Harrison?

- Jesus that's not your concern.

- It's just a question.

- Is that why you came here?

- No, I came here to have a

drink with my f***ing brother.

- Well, then f***ing

drink and stop talking.

F***.

It's like you said Gracie

gets what she wants

and I'm not getting it done

anymore not like I used to.

- I liked working on cars.

I did.

Right after they started

buying up the neighborhood

things changed.

We got evicted.

They started building this bank

across the street from the shop.

I used to watch these lawyers

and these trophy wives

going in and out all day.

Making deposits on their beamers

and their minivans you know

watching these people live

this dream while mom was dying.

You were just a little kid.

We needed money

and all I had to do was walk

across the street and take it.

- Did you.

- Nah, I started buying safes

practicing in the

shop's basement.

Someone told Harrison

and the rest is...

And everything I did

I did to keep you in the

ring to keep you fighting,

to keep you fighting for

something else, something more.

- Don't put that sh*t on me

bro that was your choice.

- Yeah, I know.

Look, if I could go back,

I would do everything

differently but I can't.

And I gotta take

responsibility for my actions,

and you running with

Harrison that's one of them.

You got a girl.

Take the money.

Go fix that hand.

Give it another shot, alright?

- You know his rules.

- Since when do you play by any?

Look D I love you.

Even if I'm shitty at it,

I love you.

Take it.

Have you ever heard the wind

Seen its chilling sight

And you can't hear nothing

- Did you see him?

- Yeah.

- How was he?

- He's good.

- I'm worried.

- About what?

- Us.

- It's gonna be fine I'm

gonna find something.

- I don't want you

hanging with him.

- He's my brother.

- He's an ex-con.

- Go back to sleep.

- Where are you going?

- I'm not tired.

- Dallas.

- What?

- Don't do this.

- I have no idea what you're

talking about, Gracie.

- We can get through

this together.

Okay, I don't want

you hanging with him.

- Let me ask you something.

When did you start thinking

you could tell me what

I can and can't do?

- Whatever, D.

Whatever.

- So what happened?

- Jones was right.

He must've known

that we were coming.

We saw a car.

I fired back.

I hit something but

Jones was already...

- Dallas, he's gonna be fine.

Jonesy's too stubborn to die.

- I'm gonna find him.

We gotta fine those

f***ers, Macky.

- We will.

- What's wrong.

- I hate it when you do that.

- What?

- Read my mind.

- Well, it's not that hard.

You have a tell.

- What's that?

- You furrow your brow.

- That's it.

I give you too much credit then.

- We can go.

Right now I have enough.

- And the job.

- Someone else will step in.

It's not too late.

- I don't walk away.

- You know doing

something for yourself

doesn't make you a

horrible person, right?

- Sarah, I'm gonna

tell you something.

I was six.

I was watching a

ball game on TV,

and my daddy walked in the door.

He fell to the floor.

He was thrown from a car.

He was all beaten and bloody.

My mom and I we

tried to pick him up.

But he was too drunk.

He's too slippery

from all the blood.

See he was a gambler.

He borrowed money

from loan sharks.

He was trying to balance

one debt from the other.

I held his hand while I

watched him slip away.

The whole time he

just kept saying,

"It's gonna be just fine."

I swore to myself I

would always pay my debt.

- I'm sorry.

- I owe them.

- This isn't about your debt.

- This was a mistake.

- They made their own decision

and all of you suffered for it.

But you can't go back,

and you can't fix it.

There's a way that

you wish things were

and then there's reality.

- I told you I hate

it when you do that.

- How's it going in there?

- Who the f*** is this?

- The one who tells

you what happens next.

- You have no idea who

you're f***ing with.

- A washed

up boxer, an ex-con,

a discharged Marine,

and a grifter

I know exactly who you are.

- I'm not the one

to worry about.

- In the plane

there's a blueprint.

On that blueprint is an X

where I want you to

drop a second duffel.

You do that and I let you go.

- Go where you killed our pilot.

- You have two

hours or I call the cops.

- Well?

- They say give

them another duffel.

They let us go that

or they call the cops.

- Oh, f*** that we

ain't giving them sh*t.

- Agreed.

- What do we do now, huh?

We just sit here

and watch Jones die?

- That ain't gonna happen.

- No, not if we get him

to a hospital it won't.

- We need a car.

We need a way outta here.

- Yeah, right.

We go outside they shoot us.

We stay inside Jones dies.

- Well, what's your idea, bro?

- Look, we don't

know who's out there.

We don't know how

many are out there.

We're making blind decisions

and just hoping one

of them pans out.

I'm saying we consider

all our options.

- You wanna do it.

You wanna give them the duffel.

- Look, it might buy

us some time alright.

We can retrace our steps.

We figure out what the f***

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