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The sh*t don't even

dangle properly.

- Oh, f*** you!

- F*** me? No.

- F*** you!

- Listen, listen to me.

- Oh.

- You're gonna respect me.

Will you listen to me?

So many f***ing rules. Yeah!

Some bling

for your pimp hand, huh?

- I'm pimp?

- Yeah.

You want, you want me

to show you pimp?

- Huh? Oh, oh?

- Don't, don't.

- Don't! I'm serious.

- Loosen up. Come on!

Huh, you're serious about,

what are you serious about?

[groaning]

[vomiting]

[coughing]

- That's f***ing gross.

- Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

[female 2] I don't wanna f***ing

do that right now.

- Let go of me!

- You don't want it?

- Do you not f***ing want it?

- Get the f*** away from me.

Don't...

Oh, God! Ow.

- Ow!

- Natalie?

[gasps]

Holy sh*t!

[sighs]

What is it, huh?

Do you see something?

[Hollis]

Guy's beating on this girl.

You woke me up because

you're people-watching?

- She's in trouble.

- Not our problem.

- Well, I'm going out there.

- No, you're not.

You're not gonna

shoot me for trying

to help a stranger in need.

- You don't know me.

- Use my back as a target.

Light the whole building up.

- F*** off, Graham. Graham.

- Or what?

[groans]

- Alright, that's enough.

- Stop. F*** you.

- Walk away, man.

- Oh, I'm serious.

Let her go. Leave her alone.

You don't speak for her

or talk to me.

Now walk the f*** away.

Hey, hey, hey.

Just, just cool down, okay?

- I don't want any trouble!

- Cool down? Told you.

You should have

walked the f***ed away.

- Let him go!

- Shut the f*** up!

- He doesn't wanna fight...

- Shut the f*** up!

F*** you, Graham.

F***er's stuck his neck

where it doesn't belong.

[groaning]

Oh, come on, Graham, don't!

[Natalie]

Balance is off.

Weight's not

properly distributed.

[groaning]

It won't deliver

the blow you think.

Oh, yeah, is this

your little turd?

I'll tell you what,

you wait, you wait here

I'll get you next.

[Natalie]

Don't like waiting.

Builds anticipation.

I don't know about you,

but it never

really lives up

to my expectations.

Oh? Yes, your mouth

likes to talk.

Hey, I think I prefer a move...

without words.

[grunting]

[groaning]

- Look, ma, no hands.

- What the f***?

This man is a Neanderthal.

He'll seriously end up

hurting you.

- Jeez, get the f*** off.

- Ooh...

Quite double standard,

don't you think?

My friend here and I

were here to help you

when this piece of sh*t

did that to you.

When I strike you, it excites

him more than frightens him.

Yeah, there are people

in this world

who type exactly that

into a search engine

five minutes before they come.

[breathing heavily]

Oh, f*** you.

[Hollis]

That office is open 24 hours.

Y-you go in and ask,

you can use their phone

and press charges

against this thing.

[Natalie] Find a new companion before

your life gets any worse.

- Ah...

- F*** off. Sh*t!

Come on, Graham. Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Thanks for your help.

You did the exact opposite of

everything I've asked you to do.

- Well, she was in trouble.

- Our trouble trumps hers.

If you really don't want

to live, that's your problem

but the second you jeopardize

my life, it becomes mine

and I have enough f***ing

problems. Do you understand?

- Uh.

- Good.

You have a big heart.

Thank you.

Yeah. You'll only break

into more pieces.

Wake me in three hours.

Keep watching,

do not leave the room.

Then what?

Phoenix. Plan hasn't changed.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

- Good. You're ready to go?

- No, I need more.

- What, like, breakfast?

- Like, answers.

I need to know more if I'm gonna

get back in that car with you

otherwise, I dead bolt that door

take my chances

and wait this out.

The less you know, the better.

That was yesterday.

Today's a different tune.

And before you tell me

that I don't have the clearance

or some sh*t like that,

save it...

'cause I don't think

you do anymore.

[sighs]

Alright, a division of the

British Intelligence I was in

wasn't exactly known

for their retirement plans.

So when they were replacing

the need for what I do best

I decided to make

a move on my own

before the inevitable push.

They didn't like this.

The Queen? Her Majesty's men

are chasing us?

No. Angry,

well-armed Colombians.

Why?

When I was stationed in Arizona

one of my assignments

was to broker a deal

between a major British bank

and the Mexican Sinaloa Cartel

give them a place to stash

their laundered money.

It's common practice

and it was a success.

I managed on the account

for years

and when it was clear

my time was up with the agency

I commenced work

on my exit strategy.

Well, you don't just

shake hands with anyone.

- What does that mean?

- You're a greedy opportunist.

I've heard about these

good Samaritans of Sinaloa.

- It was my job.

- It was? How about now?

But what's this got to do

with the Colombians?

Their money dried up,

not their product or work ethic.

So on leaving the biz

you thought you'd foster

some competition

ignite old feuds.

And it was brilliant

in its simplicity.

Siphoned off close to

a 100 million of Sinaloa's funds

and bankrolled the Colombians.

In return for?

An annual stipend that gives me

liquid for the rest of my life.

But why are they after you?

I came to Los Angeles

to complete the deal in person

with the cartel. Neutral ground.

En route to the meet

the Sinaloa cartel shut down

or moved all the money

out of their bank.

I don't know if it was my former

boss that tipped them off or...

I don't know,

the worst kind of luck...

And I had no angle to play.

I tried to explain to them

what happened

but they didn't take it well.

I barely escaped with my life.

I claimed three of theirs

and I was in the middle

of disappearing

when you captured me.

Oh.

On film.

They think I betrayed them and

it doesn't matter that I didn't.

I took out their lieutenant

and now they want me dead.

Sorry.

Yeah.

So if it's okay with you,

can we move on now?

Pretty please?

With f***ing cherries.

[instrumental music]

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

[music continues]

Don't they have a signature

thing that they do?

You know, it's, uh,

it's-it's like a bow tie.

Necktie. Colombian necktie.

And that's when you put

the what inside the what again?

Just don't think about it, okay?

Nothing's changed.

But then how can I

not think about it?

Dying is inevitable,

one way or the other.

So there's absolutely no point

giving it any thought.

Focus should be

on staying alive.

It takes training,

but I can help you.

Focus on something else,

something positive.

[scoffs]

In your apartment

there was a framed photograph

of you and a woman. Girlfriend?

Well, you said

something positive.

[Natalie]

Ex-girlfriend then.

You can still work with that.

I'm not gonna talk to you

about my relationship.

Why? I'm a good listener.

[chuckles]

Something funny?

[scoffs]

Oh, not at all.

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