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Where's the money.

Where do you keep the money?

Oh, the dollars.

Just right in the back.

Do you hear me, Louie?

We think it's a truck...

And I think

it's the Swede's.

Can't tell you if he was in it or not,

but if he's alive...

How do you turn

this thing off?

You just turn off

the knob.

Which one?

The big one.

...because I'm not taking

the blame for this.

Well, you said

it was a cow.

Well, you said it was...

Aah! Oh!

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, what...

Now, you'll

need this.

You know what to do.

There you go.

Take the bag.

Take the bag.

I'll give you the money.

Oh, sh*t.

There you go.

Help!

Lock it up.

Yes, sir.

Oh, absolutely. My ass,

I don't want to be shot in there.

Come on, Larry.

Goat trail.

He's gone.

You can...

He's gone.

They.

Yeah. Well...

Maybe we should

call the police.

Oh.

Jeez.

Yaah! Yaah!

Oh, bud!

Bud. Where were you,

Larry?

You were supposed to be

at the mail car.

We're dead.

We're not dead. Hand onto something.

Ok, Larry?

Yeah.

You're going back

to the diner

like as if nothing

has happened.

We made it, Larry.

We made it! Yes! We did it.

Bud?

Yaah!

Bud, where are you, bud?

Pick up, bud.

This is sheriff knudson.

Go for bud.

Hey, bud, we're gonna

need you and your truck.

Got a tow job for you

out here at north point.

North point?

Yeah. Well, this guy pointed

a gun at me,

and I just put

my hands up like this,

and I told him, "freeze.

Don't move, please,"

and so he took

the money bag

and picked it out.

Ok, but the only thing

you two guys are certain of

is that

they were black?

Oh, black, yes,

all over black.

Ah, oui.

All over.

They let you guys deliver

all this cash

with the security

of a dump truck?

The mail car

is an armored car, hmm?

Jacques himself

is armed, as you can see.

Uh-huh. Eh?

Thanks.

Yeah, sorry.

Sorry.

All right.

This is the part

that I don't

get, ok?

If you know that the door

is all you got,

why'd you open it?

Well...

He knocked, yeah?

Brand-new truck.

What a shame.

Oh, no.

Here's

a souvenir, sir.

Sorry.

Really sorry

about that.

Uh...

What'd he say?

Must be Swedish.

Mm... Mm.

Man, I haven't been

this hungry in years.

Warden, what I was saying

is that I can't help

but think this whole thing

was personal.

The sheer volume

of malice is incredible.

If I was you,

I'd be checking

all recently released prisoners

or escapees.

When I find this man,

I'm gonna eat his brains

with a teaspoon

while he begs

for mercy from me.

Oh, yeah.

I can't wait to

go to jail, sir.

You know, when I go to my kitchen job

at the prison.

That's what

I was talking about.

Maybe you need a ride

because your truck

was hit by a train.

Reminds me, warden.

I won't be clocking in tomorrow

on account of a guy I met when I was

hauling that wreck off the tracks.

Offered me steady pay

at the salvage yard

it's a much better offer

than Mr. lauter's deal,

so, uh, hey.

Hmm.

I need to talk

to you, a chat.

But taking that jail work

isn't something

you should've shot me

out of the blue.

You don't

get it, bud.

I'm out.

You can keep the money.

I'd rather go to

jail than touch it.

You got what we call in the trade

the post-heist jitters.

You don't talk to me anymore.

What?

You caught me every

step of the way

on that truck

and the whole thing.

It was nothing like

you said it would be.

You got the whole state

on a manhunt after us,

and we're living

in the executioner's house.

I mean it, bud. I don't trust you,

and I don't know you.

Ok. Don't crack, Larry.

Whatever you do, do not crack

there will be

no cracking, all right?

You go to hell, bud.

Larry, I love you.

He'll thank me.

Morning, warden.

Morning, sir.

Fly.

Oh.

Morning,

warden.

Better not smile.

Now get to work.

All right, everybody.

Back to your cells.

Faster.

The best things

in life are free...

Hey, rockefeller.

Thank you.

I want money

that's

what I want

That's all I want

that's

what I want

That's what I want

that's all I want

that's

what I want

Money don't get everything,

it's true

What it don't, baby,

I can't use

I want money

that's

what I want

That's all I want

that's

what I want

That's what I want

that's all I want

that's

what I want

That's

what I want

Oh, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, judge.

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa.

I want you to shut every hole

in your body now.

Yes, sir.

You don't have

much of a case here.

You don't.

Rolf...

Let me tell you

something.

He's buying steaks,

buying tennis shoes,

and he's spending

this worn-out money left and right,

and I say

let's go get him.

This is federal court.

You got to keep it out of it.

He goes into federal court

straight into a federal prison.

I want this monkey

behind my bars.

I'm beginning to have

a problem with this meeting.

Rolf, why don't you let me

remind you of something there.

Remember the turk,

that convict

that was determined

to take you,

kill you,

blow you away?

I let him loose so

I could get rid of him

at your request.

Remember that?

No. I don't

remember that.

At my request? Oh, no, no.

Yeah.

You don't remember that?

Oh, no.

Ho ho ho! Oh, no.

Ha ha ha!

I know all about him,

and I'm up to my nuts in this thing.

I even got this

wonderful polarski girl

climbing up my ass,

asking me a whole lot of big, fancy

Washington questions.

You know, I really should do

something about that.

You know that, Rolf.

I'll deliver Dyerson to you.

Huh?

I will deliver

Dyerson to you!

You just keep your hands

off my daughter.

We got a deal.

Larry, what's going on?

Yeah.

Sheesh.

Upstairs.

Son, stay down here!

Norm, back him up.

Come on, bud,

get out of there!

Anything you say

can be used against you...

Lawyer...

If you decide not...

You still have the right...

He's not even

dressed yet!

Bud, what's

going on?

Larry,

what's going on?

I don't have

one hint.

Um... Father showed me

a list of your charges, bud.

42 offenses? Did you

really do all that?

Nah, they want

a scapegoat.

So they trump up everything

I ever did since I was a kid.

Joyriding, parking tickets,

the whole package.

Well, what about

sex with a minor?

What was that?

Honey, that was you.

So I copped to it

to avoid a trial where

you'd all have to testify

about my character.

Liv, your father, Larry.

Why not?

Can't put Larry on the stand.

Mr. and Mrs. Dyerson?

Hi, I'm agent polarski

from the FBI.

And, uh,

deputy knudsen.

Miss Dyerson,

I was hoping to have

a little word alone

with your husband,

if I may.

Inga:
Sure.

Can you step aside

for the nice lady agent?

Ok. Bye, bear.

Bye, honey.

See you later.

You got a key

for this? Miss, uh...

Oh, you don't

remember me, hi.

I kind of thought

that you did, but...

Well, I'm thinking I do,

but then I'm also

thinking I, uh...

We went at

the same time.

Yeah, right, Karen!

Hi, how are you?

You were a little bit

chunky and shorter

with the glasses, right?

Yeah, uh,

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