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put on a dress or something nice.

None of the girls wear

dresses any more, Daddy.

I don't care if the other girls

dress like tramps.

- Thomasos, please.

- Gotta dress like a decent person.

- It's too early for this.

- I want her to dress nice.

- Leave her alone. And you.

- She's got no clothes on, Mom.

What'd I say?

I can't win. Unbelievable.

In my own house.

I know you hate working

for those jerks at the club, Pop.

It's okay. Everything's good.

- You gotta do what you gotta do.

- Yeah.

I know.

But I want to help.

You know?

And when I get this job with the police,

I can put the whole family

on the insurance, you know?

Yeah. My son the giant.

Come on, Dad.

I'm being serious.

You know, when I was

a policeman back in Greece,

my first arrest was

a man beating a chicken.

That's a true story.

Made you feel good though, right?

- What, the chicken?

- Come on, I'm serious.

- It made you feel good though, right?

- I felt good.

That's good.

It's what I wanna do, you know?

I wanna be a cop.

I wanna do what you did, Pop.

- It's all I wanna do.

- Okay.

You concentrate on that.

That's good. You'll get that.

That's nice.

See, now you're wearing...

some clothes. This is good.

- Like a decent gir... young lady.

- Nothing!

That's a beautiful, uh, shirt.

- Yeah.

- That's nice... Vicky!

Oh sh*t.

- What is this?

- It must be the date to take the test.

Ah, see, good things.

This is good.

You gotta be kidding me.

Officer Potamitis,

when's the big test?

- I don't know. Jerk-offs here?

- In the back.

- Smells like an open a**hole back here.

- Hey, shut the f*** up, Eddie.

Maybe you should be

keeping your old job,

if you don't like

how it smells here, eh?

It smells like dogshit.

What's up, bro?

Yo, you see Mike's

new DeVille outside

with the hydraulic system and sh*t?

Stereo cassette?

F*** him.

- Yeah, it's a p*ssy magnet.

- A lot of p*ssy.

- I gotta talk with you.

- Me?

- Come on.

- Hey, where'd you get that?

Smith and Weston's.

You gonna turn us in,

Officer Potamitis?

Huh? Don't worry, we only use it

for Colombian insurance.

Yeah, tell him the sh*t you got

with the Puerto Ricans.

- There's... it's f***ing... I'm serious.

- Colombians, okay?

And when you have money,

Eddie, you're serious.

Until then, here.

Have some more fries.

Sh*t.

- Time?

- Yeah, speaking of Colombians.

We gotta go to Papagalo's.

Oh yeah? Cool.

All right, boys.

See you boys later, all right?

What?

What, they got fries.

Those a**holes are

swimming in money, bro.

Look at us looking for bullshit jobs...

you studying to become a cop. For what?

I'm trying

to do something with my life.

Now a waste of time

'cause you're a stupid sh*t.

- What did I do?

- The f***ing Black Sabbath concert.

Now 'cause of that

I can't even apply to be a cop no more.

Black Sabbath concert was

like a million years ago, bro.

It stayed on my record.

I should f***ing kill you for it.

- It's a f***ing joint, bro.

- You think I don't know that?

Yo, that sucks, bro.

I'm sorry.

Let me take you to Papagalo's,

buy you a drink.

- You ain't got no money.

- I got money, come on.

I'm gonna go do a piss.

- Yo, I'm sorry bro.

- Yeah.

Honestly, that sucks, bro.

- Come on, drinks on me.

- You ain't got no money.

Call me later.

The rain is miserable.

Sorry I'm late, Mr. L.

- Hey, Nance.

- Hey.

I saw Vicky. She said you're not

taking the cop test no more?

- Uh...

- Because of Eddie?

Yeah, you know.

And my mother got

a thing for him, so.

- Yeah, he's an idiot.

- Yeah.

All right, well,

if you need anything,

an umbrella or whatever, I'm here.

Okay, thanks, Nance.

All I can say is I've already

got a weapons permit.

I can work nights, weekends,

whatever you want.

I've been studying to be with the force

since I was old enough to read.

Yeah, I'm sure the boss would

be real impressed with that.

Look, my friend,

this ain't the NYPD.

I hope you can understand that.

Yeah yeah, I understand that.

And are you okay

with the $200 a week?

Yuh... I was making

50 a night working at a club.

Well, you've already got a job!

How lucky are you?

Hey, Mary, let's send

somebody else up here, okay?

Uh, the club closed,

so I'll take it.

Oh.

I thought so.

Okay then.

Welcome aboard.

Is it hot enough for you here, huh?

Frigging air conditioner

ain't working.

They're gonna fix it. They keep

telling me they're gonna fix it,

but who the hell knows?

You keep playing with that thing,

you're gonna blow your balls off, man.

Or worse... mine.

Yeah, sorry. I just, uh...

You can't believe they gave you

a gun on your first day, huh?

Yeah, I mean I never even shot

anything before, you know?

Just remember, the vest is

for your heart, not your balls, so.

You're Chris, right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's right, yeah yeah.

I'm Tony.

Well, I told you that already.

And this...

Marie and Giana.

That's my wife and little girl.

They're the only thing keeping me

from driving this over the border.

So anyways, we do about

eight to 10 pick-ups a day.

Then we drive around and drop it off,

drive some more, get some more,

the owners take some off the top,

and then Wednesday morning

we go back to the Reserve.

Done. Beautiful. Brain surgery.

Wait, the owners are taking money?

Yeah well,

it's the bosses' rule,

but hell, they can do whatever

the hell they want in here.

A lot of monkey business

all I know is going on.

Knowing too much will

drive you crazy, anyway.

Just keep it simple, do your job,

find a girl, buy a house. Okay.

So this is how it goes.

We pick the money up,

we lock it in the back here with you.

- Lock in the back.

- We're only talking

83 grand or so.

That's it. One of these bags

can hold 250 easy.

Biggest load I ever had

was six million.

- It's crazy, huh?

- Hey, you want to shut the...

No no no, it's fine.

Just stay on your toes.

You stay out here.

I'll be in and out quick.

- Hey, Sal!

- Yeah yeah.

Oh what, did you get a haircut?

Hey, officer.

- Hey, kid.

- Whoa whoa whoa!

- What, are you crazy?

- Whoa whoa.

What the hell's the matter with you?

Wait till I tell your father about this.

- You could have gotten yourself killed.

- Hey, partner.

Try and not let

somebody sneak up on you.

- Yeah yeah. Sorry sorry.

- Yeah, all right.

When we're hauling loot, you're gonna

be on shotgun duty back here.

- All right, back here.

- You got that?

- All right.

- All right, good.

All right, so guard it like

it was your mother's 83 grand.

- Want me to stay back here?

- Yeah, do what you want.

- Okay.

- A lot of salami in those bags, huh?

- Yeah, no kidding.

- Trust me when I say

I know what

you're thinking back there.

Trust me, I do.

Cash makes people

do some crazy sh*t.

- You gotta keep your head about you.

- Okay.

It's hot as hell back there, right?

Uh, no sh*t.

Yeah well,

you'll get used to it, buddy.

Listen,

it's my daughter's birthday,

so I gotta get out

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