Five Thirteen Page #6

Listen, Renee, you

need to go--

You got five minutes.

Get whatever

matters to you the most,

because we're going

somewhere, okay?

We're leaving on

a jet plane, okay, honey?

- What about those people?

- What?

- What about those people?

- They're dead, let's go.

They're dead.

Forget about them--

We're all gonna die.

- Look, look, look--

- This is not funny!

I know it's not,

I'm sorry.

Get ready,

we gotta go.

We gotta go.

We're going somewhere beautiful,

you're gonna love it there.

Hey, Renee?

Honey?

Come here, honey.

Let's have a...

(clinking)

A toast to

the nouveau riche.

(banging, clattering)

Renee?

IJ"

(clicking)

Renee, come over

here to me.

I'm gonna make

you feel better, I promise.

(crying)

Hey, stop crying,

we gotta go.

We gotta go,

let's get out of this house.

I'm scared.

We gotta get out

of the house.

Come on.

Let's get out of here,

it feels creepy here, I don't--

(gun cocking)

Walter:
No sudden movements.

- Hey...

' The gun!

- Slowly!

- Okay,

Hey, just

don't hurt my wife.

Stay!

Don't hurt my wife,

all right?

Be cool.

Oh, I know you,

you're the bank manager.

Don't..

Don't do nothing, okay.

'Cause you're gonna believe

what I'm gonna I tell you.

I got $4 million right now.

I got it.

I got $4 million,

loose.

$4 million large, man,

I can give it to you right now.

You just let my wife go.

I'm not bullshiting you,

man, I got the money.

Come on, let her go.

Come on,

we're men, she's a woman.

Let her go, we'll

work it out.

You're gonna

hurt that woman?

She's a woman, for

God's sakes.

You don't want the money?

You don't want

the money.

You must

want to kill me, then.

'Cause if you don't kill me,

motherf***er,

I'm about to come over there

and take the gun away from you

and put it in your a**hole

and blow your f***ing brains

out top of your skull.

You don't think I'm gonna?

I'm gonna...

Okay?

I'm gonna,

now let my wife go.

She ain't done nothing to

nobody ever in her life.

Now let her go.

You want

the 4 million?

You don't want the 4 million,

you want to kill me then.

Then go

ahead and kill me.

Now listen.

I killed a whole bunch

of motherfuckers myself.

Wasn't sh*t to it,

you know?

'Cause I'm a natural-born,

motherfucking, goddamn, f***ing killer.

You're a natural born

punk-ass b*tch.

You got a dick?

Let me see it--

I don't believe you got one.

What am I doing here?

I see a gun, you're supposed

to pull the trigger, punk!

Now kill me!

Kill me!

What am I still

doing here, Renee?

What am I doing

here alive?

Huh?

You punk ass mother--

(gun fires)

What took you so long?

Come on.

(siren blaring)

Tre:
Look, the reason

why I called you guys

is because I'm ready

to relocate.

I need those new IDs for

myself, Sticky, my brother, and my girl.

Got a nice job working

for us,

so nice, I-- I'd like to see

us work together a little longer.

How do you feel

about that?

There's no

more job for me.

I'm trying to start over.

Okay, well, Jack.

What do you think?

Should we stand up

and just let him go?

Or should we talk him

about the job?

What do we do here?

What do I think?

What do I think...

I think it's pretty f***ed up when you work

for someone for two years

and you turn around for a career

change and don't even f***ing tell you.

What's he talking about?

- What are you talking about?

- What am I talking about?

I tell you what

the f*** I'm talking about.

Two years we let you fly,

here and there,

running and gunning.

Carrying money,

back and forth.

All we want is to know who,

what, when, where, why and how.

Stay out of the way.

But you start

transporting body parts?

Okay--

Kidneys.

This is..

See, this is where

this is your responsibility.

Legally, you sent me

out there.

You knew about the kidneys, I

didn't know anything about any kidneys.

So that's you guys--

That's your responsibility.

Not mine.

Okay, okay.

What do you know about

a Sheriff O'Connor?

I saw a video,

patrol car video.

Where Sheriff O'Connor

was shot in the head.

By a Mr. Sticky--

Friend of yours?

And you were standing

right next to him.

Did you hear about that?

Not only I heard about it, I saw it

and you looked

f***ing great on camera,

standing there with your

hands in the air,

Sheriff O'Connol's brain

on the side of your face.

It's a back shot too.

Great cameo.

Great angle for jail.

Know anything

about that?

IJ"

Don't waste my time.

Don't waste my time.

(phone ringing)

F*** you.

F*** you, too--

I work harder than both of you.

(keyboard clacking)

IJ"

Well, y'all know

the kidneys--

You know

the car got stolen.

Look, can I just say

this, okay?

These guys,

they will kill me, okay?

They'll kill me and they'll

kill my whole family.

Man:
Well, you're fortunate,

cause you have three choices.

Two of which suck.

One...

You go to jail for life.

Two, you can burn.

And third, is what Chuck's

offering you, which is a free hall pass.

The good news is, we know exactly

where the bathroom is.

That car had

GPS tracking system.

3555 Johnson.

It's very simple.

What you need to do is

go to 3555 Johnson.

Get in the f***in' car, and drive

the kidneys to where they belong.

And you're done.

So let me get this

straight.

We go, pick up

the kidneys, deliver...

And we walk.

Right?

Okay, you do the job.

You don't shoot

anybody else.

You don't f*** up.

You don't get anybody

else involved.

And you, your

girlfriend, and your brother.

We set you up.

Another place,

another identity.

'Kay, but what about Stick?

Sticky shot a cop.

That's the death sentence

in this state.

Stick's gonna burn.

Worry about yourself.

See, y'all Pl3Yil19-

Man, somebody

playing games.

That's called

a sticky situation.

Tre:
Look, y-you yourself.

You let me--

You know Sticky

rides with me, you know that.

I brought him into

this thing.

You did what you

said you were gonna do.

I'll push, and he

just gets life.

I can't guarantee that,

but you got my word.

Which seems a little

better than your word.

So now you tell me.

Are you gonna

do this for us?

IJ"

Leave us alone.

Five-thirteen.

You know

what that is?

No.

5-1-3.

It's a code.

You never

heard of that before?

Between you and me.

I don't really give a f***

that you and that bald-headed bastard

killed that sheriff.

What I really care

about is Henry Martinez.

Do you know

who he is?

Yeah.

He's a money launderer.

Controls most of the west coast

through private banks.

His tentacles reach

out from Moscow to Rome.

He's power crazed.

He wants to control the east coast

as well, especially Miami.

Have you ever heard

of Ernesto Esteban?

French Cognac.

The best one.

He's a Cuban, druglord

monster who controls Miami.

In order for Martinez to even

think about Miami,

he has to get

Esteban's blessings.

Unfortunately, Mr. Esteban's

insides are rotting.

He needs a kidney.

Martinez arranged through his Mexican

connections to get him a kidney.

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