Empire State Page #4

I had Tony's back, okay?

Great. So you'll be

working nights now.

You can go.

There he is.

Dirty Harry-

Yeah, good job with that.

Aren't you supposed to bring

the money inside at night?

I don't know, are we?

- I'm just asking.

- So are we.

The money will be fine out there.

Exactly. Just keep an eye

on the monitors and we'll all be fine.

Got that?

Good.

Let's go.

The bosses don't give a sh*t.

Why should we?

Exactly. F*** that.

I got kids at home.

The f***ers are giving

Tony's wife 5,000

instead of 50. I know

they're stealing it, trust me.

- What, the owners are?

- F*** yeah, the owners.

Everybody's up to sh*t in there.

Everybody.

Yeah, everyone except you, bro.

Yeah well, the place is a joke.

Oh, let's cross. F***ing...

I don't want to deal with those guys.

- Let's cross.

- What, your father working today?

- No, he...

- What?

- They let him go.

- What?

After 10 years

they f***ing let him go.

- F***ing a**holes.

- That's it, no more. F***ing...

Thinking they're big shits

in their Cadillacs, right?

- F***ing big shots.

- Excuse me?

I'm just saying you fire this guy's

f***ing father after 10 years?

Sorry, I'm not sure

I'm hearing you right.

I think the least

you could do is be a little loyal.

Let's go.

- I don't know what you're saying.

- F***ing big shots

in their Cadillacs, right?

Big sh*t.

- I take the trains, yo.

- A**hole.

You know what? You should rob

that place where you work.

You say the place

ain't got no security, so.

Yeah, you're right. I should.

Yeah, I am right! What,

you don't think they'll screw it over?

They screwed your friend over.

Look at him.

F***ing widow.

Think about that.

Think about his kids, bro.

Yeah, I should rob them.

Yeah, you should.

We'll fix them, right? Yeah.

F***.

Sh*t.

This is Chris. Code 18249.

Yo, this is Honeywell.

Got a reading the gate's open there?

Yeah, I don't know. The...

the light was blinking,

but it looks good now.

All right. Cops say we get

a signal, we've gotta call.

No worries.

Call if there's a problem.

- Okay.

- All right.

All right, bro, just let me...

- show it to me one more time.

- Just keep your f***ing voice down.

- Let me see one more.

- Cut the sh*t, all right?

Holy sh*t!

And they won't know?

They don't even

count it half the time.

Jesus, holy sh*t.

The camera doesn't even see the door

when it opens. The place is a joke.

Like I even want to f***ing take it.

- You know, f*** it, right?

Do you understand?

You gotta get me a job at this place.

Do you know what I could

do with $25,000?

I could pay for my f***ing wedding,

my f***ing car.

Shh, keep your f***ing mouth down.

Calm down, okay?

Trust me,

I did this for a reason.

- Yeah, to take the money!

- No, it's just f***ed up,

what they did to Tony's family.

The guy had a f***ing wife,

- a little girl.

- Yeah listen, I feel terrible too,

but you know what?

Can we go out and party already?

- All right, yeah. F*** it.

- Thank you. Jesus.

- Have a bit of fun every once...

- I gotta make one stop before we go.

Hey, let's go.

Get your f***ing eye...

- Why?

- Let's f***ing go!

Why, you leaving $100?

Why are you stopping?

I don't wanna be a dick, but really?

Really.

- Mrs. Cappolitti?

- Yes.

I, uh...

I was a good friend of Tony's.

I wanted to give this to you.

- Excuse me?

- Please just take it.

I'm really sorry.

We, uh, good to go now?

Yeah, let's do it.

All right!

In my dreams...

This place reeks of Aqua Net.

Ugh.

Hey, right here.

This is our spot right here.

- All right.

- Can we get four kamikazes

and a bottle of your most

expensive champagne, all right?

- And a round of Long Island ice teas.

- I want a white Russian, Eddie.

- A white Russian for the beauty queen.

- Everyone should chill tonight.

- Just chill.

- Just do it!

And where the f***

did you get all this money?

- Chris stole it from the money place.

- Hmm?

Relax, bro. Everybody knows

I'm just f***ing around.

Come on, who thinks

you stole from where you work?

- Sh*t, I need smokes.

- Right?

- Let's go to the bar.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to get cigarettes.

- Get me some, all right?

- F*** you, Eddie, get your own.

- You smoke all my cigarettes.

F*** off.

Yo, this place is the sh*t

when you got cash, right?

You know, you really gotta learn to keep

your mouth shut, you know that?

- It is a lot of cash though, right?

- F*** yeah, it is!

- A lot of f***ing cash.

- F*** yeah, it is.

Yo, look who it is, bro.

Mike and Jimmy, look at them.

Yeah, big shots in the bullshit room

thinking who they are, right?

- Couple of jerk-offs.

- Who are they with?

Puerto Ricans from Jackson Heights.

Thank you, sweetheart.

- I know what that is, right?

- Puerto Ricans, huh?

Coke.

Gonna say what's up.

Yo, where are you going?

Where are you going?

- Yo, it's VIP only.

- Yeah, exactly.

Whatever you guys need too,

just talk to me, Jimmy.

- We'll take care of you.

- Ho ho!

Big sh*t, nice!

You can see the whole

f***ing room from this place.

- Look, I can see Chris!

- What the f*** you doing here, Eddie?

What, I'm just here, bro.

I'm just hanging out.

'.Qu pasa, amigo?

HW are YOU guys doing?

- Okay?

- We were discussing business,

- uh, you know. So can you go, please?

- Yeah yeah yeah, what?

What?

I'm not a businessman?

I don't look

like I can conduct business myself?

What?

I'm all business, bro.

That's what I am.

I'm here to party.

Are you guys here to party,

you know what I mean?

I got the champagne,

you guys got the coke.

Come on, let's make a deal.

What do you want me to do?

Right? These are the guys you were

telling me about at the diner.

- The Puerto Ricans, right?

- Colombians.

- Who?

- Syrians.

You f***ing have

a funny guy here, huh?

Who?

What'd you say?

I said you think you're

the funny guy here, huh?

All my...

I'm the funny guy?

I'm sorry, bro. I can't understand

a f***ing word you're saying.

Holy sh*t.

Yo, you actually talk like that?

- Like for real?

- Eddie, Eddie, come here.

- Somebody tell me who this idiot is.

- Shut up, come here.

- I like this funny guy.

- Thank you.

Eddie! Come here.

- What?

- C'mere, here.

- You can pay me later.

- Oh, come on!

I'm not that kind of...

who do you think I am?

Come on, bro.

This guy.

He thinks he can f***ing

just pay me off.

- You want the champagne?

- Just go.

Here.

Enjoy that, guys, all right?

- Thank you.

- All right,

I'm gonna go take care of this.

You know what I mean?

- I'll be right back.

- Yep.

F***ing room...

fancy sh*t, wow.

- The guy's an idiot, you know?

- Retarded.

Since when do these jerk-offs

have so much money?

I was just thinking

the same exact sh*t.

Chateau de Sh*t.

A**hole blows enough lines,

he'll be talking all night.

All right!

There's like $25,000 in each bag.

And each bag is locked

behind this f***ing gate.

The camera doesn't even look,

and he's the only f***ing security guy

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