How to Steal 2 Million Page #3

Maybe that was a

smart move.

and I'm not that girl

from before.

You...

You are a f***ing liar!

I want to help you.

but you saw what I did...

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

(Julius) I don't know

what to do with this.

It's a mess.

Are you still gambling?

Another lecture?

Look...

I just want you to know...

You're my son.

That's why I've been the

way I have.

I just want to explain.

That's unfair.

It was never my fault.

Life must be great.

Barking orders.

Do as I say, not as I do.

I never said I was perfect.

What did you expect

me to do?

Name my degenerate,

gambling son next in line?

What a disappointment

I must be then.

What do you want me to say?

I'm your son.

Isn't it obvious?

I have no time for this.

I'm in trouble.

What do you want, dad?

Can you help me find the

people who did this?

You want my help?

Help me, my son.

Help yourself.

(horn honking)

(tires screech)

Hey, man.

Your week is up.

I have the money.

Where?

It's stashed, man,

the cash is too hot.

The cops are all over me.

It's your problem.

When you make your

problems my problems,

then we have a problem.

What are you doing?

Consider yourself warned,

...cause the next thing I'm

going to be cutting off,

is going to be a little longer.

(screams in agony)

(Jack)

Looking for something?

This?

There.

No, no, it's not loaded.

How the hell did

you get in here?

So what then?

You going to kill me

in cold blood?

I need more than that.

They're going to kill me,

look at my f***ing hand.

F*** the deal!

F*** you!

That's the best

you're going to get.

(classical music

plays rapidly )

(gun rattles)

Get inside.

Well done.

Thank you.

That Jehovahs witnesses

cover was brilliant.

And what?

Neither do mine.

So,

What are we going to do?

You, are going to give me

all my money back.

You don't.

But I'm a man who keeps

his word.

In my experience,

when a man says,

"I am a man who keeps his word",

he is not a man who keeps his word.

(chuckles)

I like you.

You can be a rich

hardass behind bars,

or you can give me my money

and we can go our separate ways.

Okay, so you win.

Where is it?

Where's the rest?

(slams book shut) (grunts) (struggling)

(yells)

(Julius) No! (gunshot)

(wind)

(gun c*cks)

Give it to me.

Well played.

(gunshot)

(strikes lighter)

(gunshot)

(unzips bag)

(gasping)

(door opens)

(walkie talkie beeping)

(train chugging)

(Jack)

Good luck.

(wind)

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