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- Rollie...

- No, it'll never work, Mason.

- I'll take that key, Rollie.

- There's something you should know.

Gimme the key, Rollie.

In this hand... is the ammo for the gun.

And this... is Krazy Glue.

A thousand and one uses.

Now a thousand and two.

No! No!

- Mason! Drop the gun!

- No, don't shoot!

It's a mistake! Don't shoot!

Sh*t!

A couple of you check upstairs.

Careful now. Be careful.

Somebody call an ambulance.

This guy's gone.

Too bad, Rollie.

It's not like the movies.

Please, just tell me he's not dead.

He's dead.

- The body's in the bag. In the house.

- Thanks.

The sh*t's gonna hit the fan.

Bag 'em and get 'em outta here.

- Hey, where's that cop from New York?

- What cop?

What's his name... Wallenger.

They don't want anybody to touch 'em

till the ME gets here.

- Nobody. Got it?

- Yes, sir.

Hiya, Rollie.

My name's Leo.

We need to talk.

Any problems?

None. Ow!

There's enough in there

for your pension, Leo.

Well, I'm gonna miss the job,

but this should ease the pain somewhat.

You'll never have to put

that sh*t on your face again.

I dunno, Leo.

It's hard for me to do anything else.

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