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- 200 thousand?

- Yep.

Is that all I'm worth?

No, no. I was authorized

to go as high as a million.

Richard's gonna be so happy

that he doesn't

have to pay it.

He's such a greedy f***er.

So, they don't know

you have me?

No, not yet.

Why would you settle

for 200 thousand,

when you can make

more than double that?

Oh, Harold.

- You wanna go for the ransom?

- Why not?

You've already

done the hard part.

You have me, you have

the off-shore account.

Look at me.

I have no job to go back to,

no wife.

Why do you think I ran?

I cannot go back to Chicago.

My life there

has been a complete lie.

You're waking up, Harold.

I like that.

That's a lot of food packs,

medical supplies.

All right. Done.

You have a deal, my friend.

But you can forget

about a 50/50 split.

I could kill you right now,

tell them that

you're still alive,

and blow off

with the whole million.

But I'm not gonna do that,

Harold. I've changed.

Freedom, huh?

80/20, 'cause I like you.

You got an underdog thing

going on, Harold.

Reminds me of the Haitians.

- What is that?

- It's an injectable microchip.

- I need to keep track of you.

- I won't run again.

I promise I won't run again.

Harold, I can't

take the chance.

Ahh! I don't like needles!

It's gonna be okay. Look away.

Please, please, please!

No, no, no!

It's over.

It's over, man. Sh*t.

Motherf***er!

Elaine,

this is really fun.

So glad you made that call.

- You called me, Jerry.

- You're right.

Hey, here's a toast.

To Neil Armstrong.

You know, it's been

a great night, Jerry,

but we should probably start

talking some business,

don't you think?

Oh, let's relax, Elaine.

Business isn't going anywhere.

I was thinking maybe

we keep it personal tonight.

Dance till the club closes,

if you catch my meaning.

You dirty dog.

Okay. All right,

well, let's have a look at it.

What?

Let's see what

you're working with.

I am catching

your meaning, right?

I'm not gonna...

I'm not... I'm not.

Go on, Jerry.

Just toss it

against your thigh.

No one's looking.

Look, you take that baby out,

and if I like what I see,

I'll let you

take me home tonight.

But if I don't think

it's up to snuff,

then, well, we start

talking business right now.

What do you say?

Let me tell you

why you don't need Richard.

This is fantastic,

Mitch. Really impressive.

Well,

it's not my first rodeo.

Oh.

It's Richard.

Get out of the frame.

Don't say a word.

Hey. Hey, Rich. Listen, man,

extraction's looking iffy.

I don't want

an extraction anymore.

Good. Good, 'cause a deal's

the way to go.

There's not gonna be

a deal, either.

What? What do you mean?

It seems that while we dropped

the kidnap

and ransom policy,

there was another policy

that we overlooked,

corporate life insurance.

Overlooked?

If Harold were to

end up dead

while conducting business

in a foreign country,

this would pay out

$5 million

to the corporation.

Mmm.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, that's...

That's not a deal I'm willing to do.

Don't start with any of this,

"I'm not gonna take

anyone out for you!"

Okay, just relax. Just relax.

And I will give you

one million reasons

to kill this guy.

Really? One million?

It's not enough.

What about two million?

You f***ing pig, Mitch!

Oh, come on,

it's for a good cause.

Think of someone

other than yourself for once.

Just wire the money, shithead,

and you have a deal.

Did they double it

to two million?

They did!

- Great! Great.

- Yeah! Yeah!

You're very good at that.

Yeah. What do you say

we hit the town to celebrate?

Yes! Yes,

we need to celebrate.

- Fiesta!

- Yeah? Fiesta!

- Join us!

- No, I'm good. I don't dance.

- Come on!

- No, Harold,

I won't. No, Harold.

No, I don't... I don't dance.

Look.

I'm here to see Mr. Vega.

Hey, gringo,

you're late.

Oh, f***,

that was too good.

You know,

I really feel like things

are turning around for me.

- Yeah?

- Thank you, Mitch.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

All right.

Harold, there's something I have to tell you.

Oh...

Richard's my brother.

Yeah.

Richard Rusk?

Yep, unfortunately.

- F***!

- Ah...

Can't f***ing do it!

Why have you got that out?

What are you doing?

It seems Richard's company

wants to claim

the insurance policy money.

No, no. No, no, no.

Richard said

they have canceled it!

They have canceled the policy!

No, your life insurance

policy, Harold. So...

- But I thought you liked me.

- I do like you.

No, no, no. But you said

you liked my whole

underdog thing.

- I love your underdog thing.

- Mitch, please.

Look, I made a deal

with Richard,

that if I sacrificed you,

- I can help...

- You want to sacrifice me?

- ...thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of underdogs.

- You want to sacrifice me.

Hey!

You understand? Harold...

Oh! Lord Almighty!

Harold. Sh*t.

Dear Lord. Please, God,

save me from this man.

Please, I beg you.

Help me in my moment of need.

Please, Jesus. Please.

Harold, nobody's coming

in your moment of need.

You really believe in God?

Of course, I believe in God.

What kind of person

does not believe in God?

Me! I... I don't.

Well, I mean,

I guess I kinda do,

but not in a life or death

situation, Harold.

You know,

I'm looking for something,

but something more...

More reliable, you know?

Yeah, I mean, sure,

I tried reading the Bible

a couple of times, but...

I mean,

the Old Testament, Harold.

You can't take

that sh*t seriously.

And the New Testament,

I mean...

You take the Bible seriously?

- Of course.

- Really?

Like the whole thing

with Peter and Judas.

Remember? So Peter

denies Jesus three times.

Three f***ing times, man!

Now, Judas,

on the other hand,

yeah, I mean,

he f***ed up.

He sold Jesus out,

all right?

But he felt bad about it.

He hung himself, man!

He felt guilty!

He had a lot more

f***ing character

than f***ing Peter.

I mean, Peter.

How do you get

behind a religion

that demonizes

a guy like Judas

and makes a saint

out of a guy like Peter?

Well,

one was a man

who had a crisis of faith.

The other one sold his soul

for his own gain.

So you have to ask yourself,

which one are you?

Well...

Excuse me, man.

Okay. Here.

Nelly said it'd be easy.

It is.

Getting out of here isn't.

There's one exit,

and security

checks everything.

Mate. Mate!

How the f*** am I supposed

to get out of here?

It's okay. I have

a little plan. Come on.

Nelly, you f***ing b*tch.

Ah!

Come on.

Let's take the sad song

and make it better.

Hello, Harold.

Put this on.

When you get outside,

you go to your car

and don't look back.

Follow me.

Let's go.

Sunny said

you were f***ing DEA.

Mauricio!

The gates! The gates!

Where are you?

What the f***?

Angel! What the motherfuck?

Harold, I need you to be

very calm right now.

You understand me?

My name is not Angel.

I'm Victor Cruz.

I'm with the DEA.

I infiltrated Villegas,

and then your buddy Sanchez

showed up,

so I infiltrated Promethium.

You know, you work

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