Five Thirteen Page #4

IJ"

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

What the f***?

Stick, what you doing?

Put him

in the car!

Put him in the car,

get his legs!

What the f***?

Sh*t!

Come on!

Go' go'

(police radio chatter)

What the f***

was that, Stick?

Why did you do

that for, man?

It's a motherfucking cop!

F*** that cop.

If it wasn't for me, your

ass would be doing ten years,

trafficking body parts.

Now I'm facing life!

Thanks a lot,

motherf***er!

Relax.

- You're stupid!

- What are you talking about?

What do you mean

I'm stupid?

We got a

cop in the back.

We got a cop in the

f***ing trunk!

What are we

gonna do now?

Yo man, no body,

no crime.

Don't worry about

it, we ditch the body,

we get back to L.A.,

we still cool.

F***ing relax.

What the f***

is wrong with you?

You keep f***ing up!

Yo, I don't see what you're so upset

about, man-- all right?

We're gonna be

all right, we got the cop.

We just take the cop, we dump

him in the desert,

we keep on

getting up back to L.A., man.

There's no problem.

They got my f***ing

license, Stick.

They got my

f***ing license!

They know my

f***ing name!

They know my name!

You could have been the last guy

that f***ing cop pulled over

before he went to

the f***ing Poconos.

Relax.

He could be there, they could think

he's going to Vegas or some sh*t.

Come on.

They're gonna think he

went to Vegas with his girlfriend.

F*** that sh*t.

How you know he dead?

Check him.

Let me pull over

so you can check him.

You get f***ing

paranoid, man.

Now, this cowboy

here is definitely dead.

You think you funny?

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This is what

we gonna do.

We gonna clean up

your mess.

We gonna take him, bury him

out here somewhere in the desert.

Go back to L.A., do

what we gotta do,

pack up, and get

the f*** out of there.

Stick--

Look at me.

Don't go running your mouth

when we get back.

'Cause you know if

Henry finds out, we're both dead.

This is the type of sh*t that could

take us to the next level.

And that's

exactly what I don't want.

You got that?

Got it.

IJ"

Glen:
It's easy.

It's easy!

Come on, since when

robbing a bank been easy?

Oh, wow--

Honey, I'm sorry.

This is my wife,

I forgot.

I mean, I forgot-- I didn't forget

my wife, I forgot to introduce you.

She's gonna tell

you all just how...

...easy it can be,

how easy it is.

Go on.

I work

in this bank.

And they are so corrupt that

they launder money.

So tomorrow

morning at 9:
00 a.m.,

two armed men are going

to deliver $4 million.

My only job is to

let these two men in,

tell the guards on duty to

cut the video,

then, tell them

to go on their break,

which is precisely 15 minutes.

After that, I walk them into

the vault, they deposit $4 million,

I walk them out, lock the door

behind them.

That's it.

So, we're in, out,

two minutes tops.

All right?

You all ready

to get paid?

- I was ready yesterday.

- Yup.

Hell motherfucking

yeah.

(laughil19)

It's so easy, I notice that b*tch

is again-- Her tits is up there.

Anyway, um-- Oh.

You all deviate,

and you're all f***ed.

So don't do it.

'Cause it's so easy.

Well, gentlemen.

Oh, man.

Yeah, I'm glad

you're out, man.

Sh*t, you?

The streets missing you

while you were gone.

I already know it, man.

Sh*t, just being able to sh*t,

piss in my own time,

it's good enough for me, man.

- Yeah.

- Come on.

I feel you, man, them guards

up in there, they're the worst.

Yeah.

Yo, I don't know about

them cats, man.

What you mean

you don't know?

Huh?

I just don't know,

man, I'm just saying.

Look, man, I got

a tight crew.

They're my peoples.

Know what I mean?

Look, man, You know what

I'm going through right now, right?

And you not the issue.

'Cause I know you for forever, but

those motherfuckers in there...

- Come on, man.

- Look.

I won't bring

you to no bullshit.

You feel me?

You think I want

my niece, your daughter,

to be without a father for

another four years?

You think I want

to be your cellmate?

Come on, man...

I ain't going back.

F*** that.

- All right, man.

- Go wherever the f*** we want.

Go hit New York.

Be with your

daughter.

(helicopter blades chopping)

IJ"

It's break time, big boy.

You got 15 minutes.

Stop pretending that

you're working, let's get out of here.

All right.

(phone ringing)

woman:
I see money coming our way.

Always on time,

good to see you.

- How are you doing?

- Very well, thank you.

- How are you?

- man:
This way, please.

I'm great-- It's always

good to see you.

You're gonna

come skeet shooting with me?

- Is that an invitation?

- Of course.

I'd like that.

You never

call me anymore.

(chuckling)

man:
Yeah.

I don't have to

count it, do I?

You should

because I'm terrible at math.

(laughil19)

You know what-- I'm gonna

trust you on this one, okay?

So, usual arrangements,

Geneva?

Almost.

Send 50% to

London this time.

I'll be there next week, make sure

it gets there on time.

And 10% to St Croix,

it's my mother's birthday.

Okay, so 50%, 10% and

the rest as usual.

Yes, please.

I know exactly

how to take care of you.

I know you do.

So I told her, baby, I never

called your mom ugly.

I said she was homely.

Homely,

big difference.

It's always good to do

business with you.

What do you got

going on today, anything?

Oh, it's a busy day, but

thanks for your time.

When do we

get to see you next?

Very soon, very soon.

I'm looking

forward to it.

You have my

number, so give me a call.

- Take care, Walter.

- man:
Take care.

Let's do

this thing right.

IJ"

Get up!

(sun firing)

(screaming)

Get on the ground!

On the ground!

Hey, you--

Hey!

Face to the ground!

Down, down!

Man:
Get down, get down!

Man:
Now, get down--

Down!

Man:
Everybody out, now!

Man:
Heads down,

heads down!

- Turn your head,

- man:
Get on the ground!

- Turn your head this way!

- man:
Move, now!

Don't look at 'em!

Everybody down!

Man:
Remember,

this is not your money.

Sh*t.

Are you okay?

No.

Yes, you are.

You can do this.

You can do this.

We don't have

much time.

Right.

- Renee.

- Yeah.

I love you.

I love you.

Let's do this.

Get to the back--

No talking!

(shouting)

Let's

- Keep your face to the ground!

- man:
Down!

IJ"

Get over there!

Go, that way!

Billy:
Okay, all right,

all right!

(Ydping)

Glen:
Load the bags.

Load the bags right now,

load the bags.

- Load the bags!

- man:
Open them!

Now fill them up!

Faster--

God damn it.

Woman:
Okay, okay, okay!

Hey!

I'll f***ing kill you,

calm down!

Keep them down.

Stop moving.

Face down.

What are you doing?

(screaming)

What are you doing--

No, no, no!

You want to die?

She called the cops!

- She called the cops!

- No, man, no!

You want to go

back in the joint, huh?

That's the first thing that came to

my head, like, farm animals,

your mom's face,

they go together.

It came out--

(phone ringing)

Security.

- Glen:
What's going on?

- man:
She called the cops.

Okay, let's go,

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