Focus Page #6

between two fat guys.

It sounds like you're complaining and you

shouldn't be, because I'm giving you a cut.

All right, where's this going down?

- You got the piece?

- It's in my bag.

Can you get it? I'm too fat to reach it.

Watch this.

Nothing but net.

- F***, you all right?

- Yeah.

You all right?

Hey there.

Farhad?

Hi! How are you?

God, look at you.

You've lost so much weight.

I did a cleanse.

- You here with Nicky?

- Sort of.

- Do you mind?

- Please.

You must be turned on

by all these women.

- I suppose.

- You do more than suppose.

What does that mean?

- Dear God.

- I'm just saying.

Please, never make that face again.

I don't even wanna know what that means.

- I think we do. Heh-heh.

- I think we don't.

Everybody knows you're a lesbian.

It's completely fine.

- Who knows I'm a lesbian?

- It's especially fine to me.

- Where are you getting this from?

- Every other time you speak, I smell a vagina.

- It's not true.

- That's not a bad thing, believe me.

Jesus.

Okay, all right.

Listen, you got Nicky all nuts.

- I do? Good.

- Yeah.

I've never seen him like this. You know,

he's barely worked since New Orleans.

Seriously?

I know he's an a**hole.

I mean, a really big a**hole.

- Yeah.

- He should've handled it better.

But he's my friend,

and I'm gonna bat for him.

So can you give him a break?

I don't care what Nicky told you.

I'm not falling for this sh*t.

I don't think you got that right.

He seems different now,

and I've known him a long time.

How do I know that?

What is that?

It's an orange.

He kept it for you all this time.

Mini-market!

Sh*t.

- That looks nice.

- I can't believe you kept it.

Or found it.

Or replicated it.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- I don't know with you.

- No, I kept it.

- Thank you.

So Farhad said you didn't work

for a long time.

Yeah, a couple years.

Just didn't feel right.

I even reached out to my dad.

I hadn't seen him in years.

I asked him if he'd ever gone

straight before. "Of course.

I go straight every time I'm on parole.

Now drink a cup of concrete. Man up."

- Solid advice.

- Yes.

Heh-heh.

How's that working out?

Well, thought I was ready to work.

Then the girl walked in.

Why are you going to all

this trouble, Nicky?

What do you want from me?

I can convince anyone of anything.

I once convinced a man that an empty

warehouse was the Federal Reserve.

- So I'm good.

- Yeah.

You're the best.

But what I really want...

...is to tell you that I've changed.

And tell you that I am sorry.

And I just want you to believe me.

You know I want to believe you.

I want to believe you.

I'm different now.

I have to be getting back.

I can't do this. I'm sorry.

You all right?

- What happened?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Did he do something to you?

- No.

Jess, did he put his hands on you?

- Tell me what happened.

- Just... Just kiss me.

I have to leave soon.

I want you to come with me.

I know you think you love him.

But...

...I want you to come with me tonight.

I don't love him.

I just... But I...

But you can't trust me.

I understand that.

If you come with me,

we'll figure it out.

I want...

It's Owens. I gotta take it.

Yeah.

- Where are you?

- I'm in my room.

Good. I'm at the door.

He's at the do...

- All right. Um...

- What?

Damn, you should've ma...

All right, give me a sec.

We're good, just...

I'll get rid of him.

Hey.

You're still sleeping? I thought

you were meeting with McEwen.

I am. Later.

There's a lazy Sunday softness

to your generation.

Makes me uncomfortable.

I like to be on my feet.

I'll lie down when I get cancer.

Or if I f***.

Both of which will be done on my back,

in case you were wondering.

Um, no, actually, I wasn't wondering.

But thank you for sharing that.

Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation.

You wanna tell somebody to f*** off,

tell them to f*** off.

Don't say, "Gee, what a great jacket."

It's weakness.

That is a messy bed.

Yeah, I don't sleep well.

- Someone here, son?

- Who you calling "son"?

- Know why you don't sleep well?

- No, tell me.

You with your iPhones

and your smartphones...

...and your laptops and computers.

All of which produce nothing

but a barrage of useless information.

F***ing Twitter.

As if anyone actually cares that you're

eating a turkey sandwich for lunch.

Sorry. Panini.

- Sarcasm?

- Satire.

F***ing panini.

Look, um, are we done?

You might be.

Who'd you pick up at the airport?

- Garriga has you following me?

- I got people there.

- My computer guy.

- Why? Is there a problem?

There won't be because he's f***ing here.

I got a little red hair on my taint

that tickles when something's afoot.

And lately...

...I've been scratching my nethers

like a f***ing macaque.

Okay.

Look, there's no reason

for anybody to panic...

...and start getting bent out of shape...

...because we're getting to the end.

Nice day.

Nicky.

How the f*** did you do...?

Back here, 7.

Okay.

Guess your taint was wrong.

Enough of the pleasantries.

Hey, nice jacket.

F*** off.

It's real.

Gordon!

Gordon!

F***ing you, mate. You're my new

f***ing favorite person, fella.

I swear

you're f***ing 6 inches f***ing taller...

...and twice as f***ing handsome

since you walked in here.

There you go, son.

- Lap it up.

- My pleasure, Mr. McEwen.

- I wish you the best of luck.

- Friends like you, who needs luck?

Now f*** off. Ha-ha.

- Yes?

- Mr. Garriga.

- How did it go?

- It's done.

- Good.

- I wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you, who needs luck?

Jess, letting you know, I left a key

for you at the desk. See you at 7.

Wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you, who needs luck?

- I wish you the best of luck.

- With friends like you, who needs luck?

I wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you, who needs luck?

- Wish you the best of luck.

- With friends like you, who needs luck?

- Best of luck.

- Friends like you, who needs luck?

Friends like you, who needs luck.

Friends like you, who needs luck?

Jess.

Jess.

F***.

Sorry I'm late.

What?

Nothing. Let's go.

Do you really think I'm such an amateur

that I wouldn't have someone with McEwen?

Someone to keep eyes on you?

Twenty years in this business

teach you never to be too careful.

He is my secret weapon.

Now, heh, imagine my surprise...

...when Gordon showed me

what you sold to McEwen.

Not some fake softwares, as we discussed...

...but my plans, my designs.

The real EXR!

Stolen from my servers, stolen from me!

What's more, you sold it to McEwen

for 3 million euros.

But in these bags, there

is 27 million euros!

Which means you sold it to everyone!

This is my reputation. This is my standing.

You've made me look like an amateur.

That's what you get

when you hire a con man.

Thieving piece of sh*t.

How did you get the information?

And what did she have to do with it?

All right. Nothing. All right? Listen...

- Tell me.

- Hey...

Tell me!

Leave her the f*** alone! I'll tell you!

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