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...I will shove you, if

that's okay with you?

It's okay.

I'd be very surprised if McEwen

didn't approach me right there...

- ...but if not, I will contact him.

- Good.

Whatever he's willing to pay me,

I will be keeping 100 percent for myself...

- ...on top of the 1 million from you.

- Do we have a deal?

Yes, Mr. Garriga, we have a deal.

That's great.

- Appreciate your time. I'll see you tonight.

- Thank you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Drama.

I'm excited.

That's right.

Do you speak English?

Yes, absolutely. Yeah, but you speak

good Spanish. Yes.

Why, thank you, thank you. Um...

Look, I'm here tonight for business.

And I am a recovering alcoholic.

So when I ask you for a vodka martini

on the rocks...

...if you could give me water with olives

that would be fantastic.

- Great decision, sir. Wise.

- Thank you.

And the thing is, I don't even drink.

That man got me drinking again.

- Vodka martini on the rocks.

- On the rocks.

I wonder if "Garriga"

is Spanish for "thief."

My God, what a drinker!

Who the f*** put a couch full of women

in the middle of this place?

Hey!

Where are the black people?!

There he is, right there,

the Commander in Thief!

But I guess you can do what you want

when you're a rich prick!

Maybe you should slow down a little.

No, no, no. I just wanna talk to the man.

This is a free country.

- Buenos Aires is a free country, right? Okay.

- No, Buenos Aires is a city.

I'm gonna go over there.

Hey!

Hey!

- Well, hello.

- Hey.

Hello.

God, it's been a long time.

So you...?

You're here with...?

- Rafael?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he, um...

He owns one of the teams, so...

Is he a mark?

No. We're together.

Have been for a long time.

I'm out of the game.

Jess, um...

All right. About New Orleans,

and just...

Nicky. No.

I really don't need an explanation.

I mean, if anything, I should be

thanking you. You did me a favor.

Well, that's fantastic.

He's probably wondering where I am.

Take care of yourself, okay?

You too. Be well.

Um, Nicky.

He doesn't know about my past, so...

...you don't know me.

Okay?

Okay.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Alcohol.

Can I get a vodka, please?

Sure.

This is water.

No, sir, it's vodka.

It's water.

Sir, I know who you are.

Marcello told me about you

and your condition, so back off.

All right, you're kidding.

Are you drunk?

Mr. Garriga is not a guy you wanna cross.

Me neither.

Now just what part of the plan calls

for a tray full of appletinis?

Pledging a sorority?

I'm just rethinking

the plan a little bit.

Goddamn prima-donna

delicate-science bullshit.

You are not splitting atoms here, pal.

This ain't CERN.

Just do what you're being paid to do.

Shitheel.

Hey!

Garriga!

God.

Don't worry, it's just a

disgruntled engineer.

I expect you have something to say to me.

My God.

Sh*t.

- Why are you punching?

- You stole from me!

Nobody steals from me!

I am such a disgruntled engineer!

- Get him out of here!

- Yes, sir.

Out! Get out!

Oversold it a bit, didn't you?

I was just caught up in the moment.

Get him out.

Get rid of him.

It's okay. I'm good.

Go back to the party.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

What the hell was that?

The racing business, cario.

- Jesus.

- That's all.

Wait a minute.

You can't throw me out.

I'm staying in this hotel.

Let me see your keys.

Thank you.

Mr. McEwen would like to have lunch.

Information is on the card.

I still got it.

McEWEN:

You ever heard of Udo Pappenphus?

- What the f*** are you looking at?

- Nothing.

I'm sorry, I'm...

Udo Pappenphus was an engineer for Ferrari

for many years. F***ing brilliant.

One day, Udo Pappenphus was found

behind a berm with his throat cut.

Udo...

...he was that prick Garriga's man.

I want 3 million euro.

Well, f***. Jesus.

It's the EXR.

EXR.

You're Father-f***ing-Christmas

to me, mate.

I'm gonna need to see some proof.

You understand? Proof.

- What the f*** are you looking at, mate?

- Nothing. Just repeat what you said.

What, the pool go Euro?

Gordon!

Get me f***ing field glasses, mate.

They're on the thing.

Yeah. She is a beauty.

- I love these race skanks.

- She's not a race skank.

Course she's a f***ing race skank.

Town's lousy with them.

- Can we get back to business? Please.

- She's a little small on top for my taste.

One man's small

is another man's perfection.

It's like a "breasts are

a subjective opinion" topic.

Maybe if you're booking a fashion show.

I'm talking

about f***ing slapping balls, mate.

Do you want the thing or not?

I'm gonna need to see proof.

I'll contact you.

- A Spritz, por favor.

- Okay.

And a vodka and cranberry, please.

Hey, you need to put some clothes on.

Excuse me?

There's Australian people here.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- I'm just saying, Jess.

They shipped all those people

down there for a reason.

Okay.

Whoa, what...?

You don't know me, remember?

And what was that last night?

Was that about me?

Please. No.

Are you working an angle on Rafael?

No, Jess. I'm working for him.

But I wouldn't trust him if I were you.

But I should trust you?

- All right, Jess. Okay.

- That's interesting.

Come on.

Nicky, if Rafael sees us together,

I don't know what's gonna happen, okay?

He's the jealous type.

You need to stay away from me.

F*** Rafael.

And, Nicky?

You're still an easy lift.

Stop touching my sh*t, Jess.

- Well?

- Looks credible.

Three million?

Yes, sir.

I can have the complete package

in 48 hours.

Codes, documentation and analysis.

No worries, mate. No worries.

So, what's next?

Wait for my call.

Thank you.

Seor Garriga's assistant called. She pulled

a few things she said you might like.

Great.

Sorry... Miss?

You... You forgot...

...your bag.

You really should be more aware.

God. Seriously?

- Malbec?

- Yes, it is.

Where'd you learn that?

It's all they drink here.

And it says it on the label.

You know, Nicky, I've been thinking

about all this.

And?

And, um...

Nicky.

Let me have it.

Nicky, if we just ran. If we just... You

know, if I could slip away or if we could...

Yes.

- Can we just...?

- Whatever. Yes.

I can't.

I can't, I'm sorry.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, Jess.

Whatever you want.

I can keep you safe.

- Nicky.

- Come on, Jess.

Nicky, you taught me so much.

But I've learned a lot since then.

And I'd really...

...like to show you all

the things I've learned.

Like how I learned how to play men.

Like I just played you.

- How's it feel?

- Wow.

Yeah. Wow.

I think you're losing it.

That was pathetic.

"I'll keep you safe"?

What was that?

Does that work? Does that get you laid?

- Hey, that was not a line.

- I'm not falling for your sh*t again.

- Don't...

- Okay?

And I'm very happy.

So stay away from me.

Nice ass-o.

Nice ass. Nice ass.

Very nice, very nice.

Hey. Let's get a steak.

- A steak? It's 9 in the morning.

- Take that up with God.

How was the flight?

Jesus Christ. They had me squeezed

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