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Got to find someone they couldn't have got to.

Well, Jake...

I'm sorry, there's...

there's no easy way to tell you this.

You have a rare blood disease.

How did they get to him?

He's in on it.

After a few days I think...

- How much did they pay you?

- What? Who?

How much?

What are you talking about?

I have no idea what you mean.

You've got five seconds. Five...

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Four...

- Wh? I...

- Three... Two...

- I don't know what you mean.

God. No, no.

When you're winning,

who thinks about losing?

But when you're faced with what I'm looking at,

a new and cold reality dawns.

A fact we like to ignore.

You can not win.

The only prize they guarantee

when you play this game

is that you will lose.

It's only a question of when.

I made a mistake.

You never miss,

so why now and why three times?

I had a bad feeling.

"Feeling?"

I'm not sure if I paid you to have feelings,

now, did I, Sorter?

I paid you

because you're the best in the business.

Why would you let feelings

confuse that relationship?

Listen to me.

Urgency has become something of an issue.

So if you could restrain those feelings

until you've completed the mission,

I would be most grateful.

Do you think you could do that for me?

Sure.

I'd appreciate it.

If there is one thing I have learnt

about experts, they're experts on f*** all.

If there's a rule, you can bend it.

If there's a law, it can be broken.

From now on, I am breaking all the rules,

because desperate men do desperate deeds.

Cash just seems to remain king, doesn't it?

New bills. Not too many of them in this town.

I love a new bill.

Represents so much hope.

Look how clean and stiff it is.

It even smells proud.

Your work starts now. You'll be driving.

We are, and I apologize for the

unnecessarily dramatic moniker, loan sharks.

People hate and fear us,

just like you will learn to hate and fear us.

We know how much you love a dollar bill,

and it won't be easy watching them

fall through your hands,

because it will be your money

that we will be loaning.

Don't say a word.

Just hold the bag

and if we nod, leave it on the table.

There's nothing left.

That's a very sad story, Mr. Horowitz.

My sympathies are with you and your colleague.

Maybe I am being conned,

maybe I am being fooled.

Excuse us for having to know

the reason for your loan,

but we have to assess our clients very carefully.

They say the sentence has been passed,

the certificate signed, so what's the point?

The point is, this is the only option.

If you snap those fingers at me again,

I'll f***ing break 'em.

You know our rates, right?

And our policies?

No offence, gentlemen,

but you have a reputation.

I wouldn't be speaking to you if I had a choice.

It's a strange thing,

but I still don't like to give it away.

I know I can't take it with me, so why the pain?

Why the f*** does it still hurt?

And greasing the sheaths of these two pricks

isn't making it any easier.

We need to know your history with Macha.

How much of it?

All of it.

Macha had these three clowns working for him

called the three Eddies.

Flash, loud, proud and stupid.

They were looking after these shitty little games

going on all over the city.

They were wild and dangerous,

but if you won they paid well.

Macha had lost his card man

just before a big game.

Anyway they knew I could play,

so they wanted me to take his place.

Like any man who was thinking, I refused.

So they started to lean on

my brother and his family.

He'd just had a little girl at the time and...

...the whole situation was getting messy.

# How many legs has daddy long-legs got?

So, for the sake of keeping the peace,

I rolled over and agreed to play.

I won, and I was done.

That's very good, Mr. Green,

but tell me, does your mum...

from a donkey?

Then some cowboy starts mouthing off.

I wasn't having any of that sh*t.

I'm not having any of that sh*t.

I've got a funny one for you too, George.

Very funny, George.

This one will make you laugh.

Next thing you know, it's a gunfight,

people get hurt and money disappears.

Two weeks later, someone drops my name

and I'm being questioned.

The Eddies thought I might talk,

so they threatened my brother's daughter.

The mother reacted badly, like they do

when their little ones are in danger.

They got into a fight

and she took an angry stray bullet.

My brother lost his wife

and his daughter lost her mother.

I lost my sense of humor and seven years

because I wouldn't tell the authorities

that Macha had organized the games.

Sometime after that,

the Eddies upset Macha in some way,

so he had them used as aggregate and mixed

into some concrete on one of his buildings.

Macha had to pay something, didn't he?

And I know nothing hurts more than humiliation

and a little money loss.

I employ hundreds of people.

They have to be paid tomorrow.

We need three more days.

Try to understand.

What did I sign up for?

Don't try to make sense out of it, not now,

cos it doesn't make sense.

I just know if you start a job then finish it.

I promise.

Yes, you will.

Goddamn right.

Their idea of discretion is to choose a motel

whose only clients are blood,

come and afro sheen.

Make yourself at home.

You'll be hearing from us.

We can't see Gold.

What are you talking about?

I've been here for an hour.

I'm not the one

who asked for a f***ing meeting.

Apparently, no-one sees Gold.

We've got one of his representatives, Walker.

- Lilly Walker?

- That's right.

Mr. Macha, I don't think we've met.

I'm Miss Walker.

I work for Mr. Gold. Do you mind if we walk?

I understand you have been commissioned

to do some work for us?

I thought it might be a good idea

if we had a little chat

to make sure you understand the gravity

of the endeavor you have undertaken.

Yeah, I do, I understand.

Everything's set. The date hasn't changed,

you'll get the powder by Friday.

Good. Mr. Gold has put his faith in you,

and he has people to please.

We've heard

you might be having some problems?

No, no.

We don't like publicity, Mr. Macha.

No, neither do I.

I won't let you down, I won't let Mr. Gold down.

So, we're clear?

Mr. Gold doesn't give more time

or second chances.

As you can appreciate, there is no shortage

of people who wish to do business with Mr. Gold.

Good day.

Here's your money.

What now?

Have a seat.

We need to know how much time you did,

and who you did it with.

Why?

"Why?"

The deal is we ask the questions.

I had two choices inside,

I chose the solitary.

I spent 20 hours a day locked up

in between two salty convicts

who had been down there for more years

than they cared to remember.

One was a chess master,

the other a master conman.

They had never seen or spoken to each other,

but they might as well have been married,

they knew so much about one another.

Once a day, the library on wheels

would be pushed around

by a pair of axe-murdering twins,

that had pushed the trolley for 22 years.

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