Parker Page #7

- Now we are rich!

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** are you?

- I'm a real estate agent. I'm minding my own business.

I just came by to check the house! - Get inside.

Look what I found.

Can someone tell me who the f*** is she?

- Who's this?

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Why the hell did you bring her in here? - Cos she was

peeking through the f***ing window. - I was just checking...

- Sit down, sit down.

- Calm down.

- Shut up.

- You... you can call my boss.

Shut up!

- You know what I'm thinking?

- What?

- Parker.

- Oh no.

- It's not f***ing Parker. You're

being paranoid again. - He sent her in!

- He's out there somewhere.

- I don't know anybody...

Shut that f***ing hole!

Shut up!

Parker's got to be hurting bad.

He leaked a whole gallon of blood in that hotel.

- The news said he could barely walk.

- The mother f***er's a rock, man.

He didn't die...

that f***ing b*tch!

- Where is he?

- I don't...

Where the f*** is he?

- Tell me where he is or I'll shoot

you in the f***ing... - I don't know...

Tell me where he is!

Oh f*** off!

Do you want every cop

in the f***ing road here?

You're right.

You're right.

All right!

Get the f*** off of me!

You all right?

Here, let me help you.

All right.

Come on now.

Let's sit down and talk.

It's ok.

Now listen to me.

You don't want to die, do ya?

- Do ya?

- No.

Now tell me where he is.

I don't know.

Check the house,

every inch.

You know who those belong to?

No.

I don't have any idea.

Yeah, you do.

What's your

connection with Parker?

Are you f***ing him?

What?

You wanna hit me now?

Go ahead.

You first.

Then it's my turn.

- Clear. It's clear on this side.

- He isn't on this side either.

Where's Ross?

Ross?

Ross!

- F***.

- Sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Go check it out.

- Me? No f***ing way am I...

- Get out!

Get the f***ing

gun out of my face.

Stop pointing the f***ing gun at me!

I'm f***ing gone!

Jesus f***ing christ.

If she moves,

shoot her.

Why don't we just...

unbutton this f***ing button right here?

Yeah.

Lemme see what you got.

B*tch!

I'm gonna f*** you and then you die!

- In your dreams you fat, ugly f***!

- F*** you!

Shut the f*** up!

Shut your hole

and pay attention!

Goddammit!

Ross!

Parker,

we've got the girl!

You better come out

unless you want to see her dead!

Parker!

What the f*** are you doing?

You b*tch!

You're f***ing dead!

Parker, you touch me and

Danzinger will hunt you down!

He will not rest

until you're dead!

Listen to me, we can split this

up. We can use my connections.

Do not make me f***ing kill her!

- Oh my God!

- D'ya understand?

- Go ahead.

- I will shoot her...

Shut the f*** up!

I will shoot her in the f***ing head.

- Don't let him kill me!

- Go ahead.

F***!

Let me explain.

You were supposed to torch

the hay bales behind the livestock pavilion.

- C'mon.

- Wait, not so fast.

- You shouldn't have come here

- I thought you might need help.

What happened, did you know

that guy's gun wouldn't go off?

When I broke in

the night before,

I bent the firing pins

of most of the weapons.

"Most of them"?

This is what's going to happen...

Take the jewels to your office,

find an a/c vent and put in the stuff

in it. Put the grating back on and forget about it.

You don't tell your mother and you don't

check on them to make sure they're still there.

In about 3 months...

I'll send someone to get them from you.

It might take a long time to fense, but after that

done, you'll receive your share by express mail.

You can't put that

money in the bank, Leslie.

You can't go on a

crazy shopping spree.

Ok.

- How much will it...?

- I get the first US$ 200,000,

it's my original share.

The next US$ 200,000...

goes to my partner

who planned the job.

We split the rest.

How much?

I'd buy you a showy palace.

Oh sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Wait, wait, wait.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna lie low for

a week or so till things calm down.

I have someone

driving to get me.

Claire?

I never did have a

chance, did I?

- Danzinger?

- Yeah.

Who the hell are you?

Parker.

All right.

All right.

I was gonna give

him 20 cents on the dollar,

- I'll give you 40.

- It's not about money.

- Leslie!

- I got it.

- Good morning.

- Sign please.

- It's heavy.

- Ok.

- Oh my...

- Leslie, who was that?

It's the mail man!

Nothing but bills!

We've received

diamonds from heaven.

Bought a new house...

he's putting money

to pay off our debts.

You know, I believe that man that

we found on the side of the river that day...

he were no man at all.

He was an angel.

Sit here to test.

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