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You got the bag with you

at least, right?

Yeah. I'm going

to get it right now.

You don't have the f***in' bag?!

-Pop, listen--

-He begged me!

It's under control,

l swear to you.

He begged me for this shot,

and you, you convinced me...

to give it to him.

Pop, would you listen to me?

I should have known

f***in' better.

Sh*t.

Matty, that bag

is not full of nickels.

It's got about

a half million dollars in it...

and now your father

owes the guys above...

and Georgie f***in' Yarkus.

If we don't get that bag back...

in the next forty-eight hours,

it's the three Rs for us:

the roof, the river,

or the revolver.

Get that f***ing money.

Yeah, l know. Teddy, listen...

I've been trying

to deal with this--

F***. F***!

Clueless, do me a favour.

Call Santos over at the 504.

-Air transport union?

-Yeah.

We need a flight plan

and a tail number.

Looks like more than the usual

Thursday night Macarena...

-huh, Heslop?

-Yeah.

Hey, Clute,

anybody been in here...

spending

an unusual amount of cash?

Yeah, these two little

skateboard punks.

They wrecked

the beef Jerky display...

stuff all over the floor.

Hey, Gordy.

That's a pretty fancy

new set-up you got there.

Afraid l got some bad news

for you boys.

IKinda like that scarrage

on your face--

I ain't in the mood, Tease,

all right?

Look at these f***ers.

Covered in camouflage...

sitting out in the woods

all day, stakin' out a turkey.

What do they need

to do that for?

Go to f***in' Graztiti's,

get a Butterball.

You know, we were gonna go once.

November 1 4, 1 986.

-Come on.

-Yeah.

Just me and my pop,

goin' upstate for deer.

I remember, l was gonna get

woken up at 4:
1 5 in the morning.

The knock came, all right.

Whole f***ing door

came off its hinges.

OC task force, feds, NYPD.

No. Didn't take any chances

with Benny Chains that night.

You know, l always wondered

what it would have been like...

if we had left

the night before, you know?

At least have those couple days

together before he went in.

Man, yes!

So this could've been you, huh?

Yeah, the hat,

the face-net, the whole deal.

A different way for me.

What can l tell you?

I found out what you told me to.

Hey, dude. You think

if we give 'em back the money...

you think they'll let us go?

I've been thinking, dude.

You believe this?

A couple of kids.

Back home

you find a bag of dog sh*t...

you go looking for

who it belongs to, right?

-Donnie.

-Morning, Stan.

-Back to the salt mines?

-Gotta make one stop first.

All right, no, l see...

it's a valid point

about splitting, dude.

Could we not take

the luges with?

No, man, they're too bulky.

We gotta sacrifice 'em.

-But my stuff--

-Dude...

we'll get you new stuff.

Go time.

-Oh, sh*t.

-Oh, sh*t.

What the f*** is that?

I knew you weren't sick,

you lying sack of sh*t.

F***. Hey, Dad.

Watch your mouth.

-What's in the bag, son?

-I don't know, look.

More of that reefer

l saw you smoking?

Give me that!

F***.

Where'd you get this?

Get in the house.

We're gonna talk about this.

Get in the house.

We were rich once.

F***!

Son of a b*tch.

So, what do you think, Stan?

Wanna bring in the hypos...

or call straight to the federal

bureau about the money?

What l think is,

we work pretty darn hard, Don.

Pretty darn hard.

That we do.

And we work pretty cheap,

too, don't we?

Stan?

So, fifty-fifty clean.

247 for you, 247. 5 for me.

That's sheriff tax.

You know what, Stan?

Why don't you keep it all?

I'm more than

a little uncomfortable here.

Your comfort

concerns me not a hitch.

You're keeping your half

'cause you're in it with me.

And we're partners, Donnie.

Partners, OIK?

It's one thing running around

here trying to track the bag...

...but cops? That makes it

a different story for me.

I'm not f***in' around

with any cops.

They start asking

where the cash came from....

-how we gonna answer that?

-He's right.

Well, l gotta do something.

'Cause in helping you...

I might have killed my old man.

How the f*** do you figure that?

All right, l lost the bag...

but l ain't getting arrested

behind it.

What good is that gonna do us?

Arrested.

Can you believe this guy?

That'd be the good news.

That bag was like life support

for my father.

He needed it yesterday.

What can l do you for, boys?

Well, l'd say about

a half a million, Sheriff.

Is that so?

See, my friends and l, we're

looking to get out of your town.

But before we do, there's

something we can't leave behind.

This ain't the lost and found.

People around here are real

careful with their property.

You wouldn't wanna misplace

your cow or nothin'.

You got some set of oysters

on you there, boy...

walkin' in here like you belong.

But be that as it may...

you say you lost some money,

a high dollar amount.

As a public servant, l'd like

to help you get it back.

Why don't you tell me

what happened?

Listen, why don't you and l Just

have a little word in private?

Come on, son.

You see,

where l come from, Sheriff...

there's what you call

the spirit of sharing.

People help each other.

But since l've been out here...

I've picked up on

a real streak of independence.

How's that?

The way l see it, is you've

been watching my money for me...

protecting it.

And l appreciate that. I do.

You and your partner have

an opportunity to profit here.

You're driving mighty close

to the line now, Skip.

Why don't you Just cut

the bullshit?

Do you know who l am?

Well, l could call Mary

down at the hotel...

and have her read me

the registration.

-Why don't you tell me?

-My name's Matty Demaret.

Look, l don't normally

volunteer this much...

but l'm gonna tell you

because it's important.

I'm Benny Chains' son.

Well, l don't know

no Benny the Chains...

but let's Just say

there is this money--

Look, l saw you take it

off the kids, all right?

I know you f***ing have it.

So what you and l have to do...

is come to some sort

of understanding.

All right.

You understand this.

Stand down! Stand down!

Get back behind the counter.

Turn around.

Turn around!

IKeep it trained on him, Don.

You had it coming,

you son of a b*tch.

Guy you arse-whupped in that bar

is a cousin of mine.

By marriage. Get him up!

Forget this sh*t, Marbles.

Straight to the airport.

Abso-f***ing-lutely, man.

We oughta chalk this one up...

in the loss column

and Just move on.

Move on? Look at him!

What are you gonna do?

You're gonna kill

a couple of cops?

Pull over.

Marbles, pull over!

Matty,

what if they call the feds?

Look, if that sheriff

was gonna call the FBl...

or anybody else,

he would've already.

Taylor's P.O.

would've been pulled.

That whole f***ing motel

would've been swarming with law.

They would've

taken us into custody...

the minute

we walked into that station.

They don't want us

in the system...

because they don't want anybody

else knowin' about the money.

-What are you talking about?

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