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- Go into wp, too?

- You come with us.

All right? We get out

of this together.

Unlike you, I got

a family here, frank.

I can't just up and run.

Look, the guy's mad

as march, frank.

You rip him off,

he's gonna kill me,

he's gonna come

running after you.

No, the kid doesn't know

what's up and what's down.

Okay, Simon?

He wouldn't hurt a fly.

It's not all about him, frank.

Did you hear what I said?

He got friends.

And I ain't talking

about the tea party type.

Oh yeah, well, if he's got such

good friends, what is he doing

in a basement all by himself

paying for... paying for company?

Well, look, it's mine

as much as yours.

You better give me the money.

No, don't you dare, Simon!

It's for Quinn, man.

Oh.

At least someone knows

how to tell the truth.

Sorry, frank.

As much as I was looking forward

to cutting off some fingers,

seeing all this cash

at my feet is cheering me up.

That's my money.

Now, it was your money.

A reward for stealing

from us, correct?

Now it's my money.

Reward for being me.

Hey, don't touch that.

Shut up!

For now, I will let you live.

But if I ever see

your face again,

I will chop it up

and feed it to you.

So what shall we do

with this money?

(Speaking indistinctly

in native language

that is...

that is my money.

- Shut up.

- Frank!

Look, I told him

this would be dangerous.

I'm not sticking around

to see what happens.

This sh*t just got real.

What did you expect?

The kid's likely to

cut your head off and send it

to your mom in a fruit basket

it's not the gangsters

I'm worrying about.

Well, running ain't gonna

solve your problem.

And a bullet in my back

ain't gonna help either.

No one's gonna die.

And rick's right, we can't run.

Oh, yeah? Well, you got

a plan now or something?

Because all my deals seem

to end with my friends

leaving me responsible

for their debt.

- Look, Simon...

- look, I'm all ears, man.

The last thing I want

is for you to cover me.

Okay? But this isn't about me.

This is about Quinn.

- And she needs me and I need you.

- Oh, she needs you.

Man, that's all fine

and fancy, frank,

but this b*tch is on her own.

She dumped you, remember?

You didn't see her face.

Oh, man, wake up.

She doesn't want you.

I will be damned if I walk

away from her right now.

I'm gonna go in there.

I'm gonna save her.

And I'm gonna get

the money back.

Man, you ain't

skipping town, are you?

No. And if I gotta wipe

the kid's ass for a year,

I will do it.

We got into that warehouse

once, we can do it again.

We get the cash,

we give it to Fertelli,

then we figure out

what to do with the kid.

- That's your big plan?

- Yeah.

And rick, we need you, too.

- What's this?

- Deliver that to Fertelli.

- Why me?

- Because you ratted us out.

They wanted

to cut off my fingers.

Simon.

Aye aye, capitan.

George.

How are you?

I'm bored, Dom.

- Of what?

- Oh, you know,

a little bit of this,

a little bit of that.

Mainly this.

That last girl, f***ing sub-par.

- You're slipping.

- Sub-par?

Jenny came from Romania.

She's authentic

as a bag of pig sh*t.

Do you know how much

that cost me?

I don't care it she came from

Antarctica on a f***ing hot air balloon.

All right? I want something

new. Something untouched.

Well, we don't have

anyone like that right now.

But as soon as we do, you'll

be the first one we send her to.

- That's a lie.

- No, it's not.

Quinn.

I want Quinn.

- How did you... why?

- Don't ask me how, Dom.

Ask me when.

And from one

businessman to another,

don't get in the habit

of lying to your clients.

They're smart.

They know.

Georgey, I can't

give her up right now.

She's too valuable to me.

Are you missing something, Dom?

Don't think I'm stupid.

And don't think I didn't count

on your little Asian pups

to come looking for blood

as soon as your little

prized possession went missing.

Didn't you say you were

looking for something special?

How'd you get your hands on it?

Simple. I hired

your little errand boy.

Frankie?

You're a sharp one.

- It was you.

- Of course, it was me.

Who else do you think would be smart

enough to mastermind such a heist,

and have enough leisure time

to see it through?

So if you want your little

prized possession back,

you'll deliver me the girl.

An hour, shall we say?

- For our little play date?

- Then you'll put the prize back into my hands?

Oh, I'll have it wrapped up

real nice for you, Dom,

with a bow.

I must say though, Dom, I'm just not

really liking the way things are going.

I'm not liking it one bit.

I just don't feel like you're that

serious about our relationship any more.

I'm coming in, earl.

Hello, hello?

- Hello, peaches.

- Turbo.

Some things never change.

I'm surprised it took you

so long to find me.

You must be losing your touch.

So are you.

Did dom send you?

Who else?

I'd rather kill myself

than have you take me.

I don't think so.

Revenge is a dirty beast.

You know what?

You remind me

of the pathetic little girl,

always trying to steal a

special doll from the toy store.

It's really too bad she always

got caught red-handed.

She got on my nerves.

What is this sh*t?

Been practicing, I see?

- You have no idea.

- Steel rope beats the scissors, baby.

You always underestimate me.

When did you forget that I'm a professional?

Fertelli's gonna

hear about this!

Thank you.

- Sons of f***ing b*tches

- get him in the car!

Stop f***ing resisting!

- Harry!

- 78, put them in the trunk.

Oh.

- Uh, but...

- put them in the f***ing trunk.

Okay.

Harry!

Impressive work.

Suggest you know how

to deal with this guy?

Chop, chop.

Ah, V, beautiful V.

Oh, looks like harry's

been feeding you a little bit.

Let's f***ing go.

Looking good, harry.

Hey.

Horchata, amigo,

and make it fast.

I have a body

in the trunk to bury.

Si, seor.

It's pretty hot out here, right?

Are you hot?

I'm hot.

What d'ya say we get outta here?

- I'll give you a discount.

- I'm good.

What's the matter?

You don't find me sexy?

Get lost before I ruin you.

Tres dolares, por favor.

Thanks for the lift, a**hole.

Benjamins!

There we go.

Benjamin, Benjamin,

Benjamin...

Hey, Benjamin, Benjamin,

Benjamin, Benjamin

Here we go.

oh, Benjamin

Benjamin's working!

- We gotta make it rain tonight!

- Enough. Enough!

This is nothing.

- Now stop f***ing around.

- Sorry, boss.

We're gonna finish this tonight.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Uh...

I was looking for dunkin donuts.

That's in Santa Monica, buddy.

Oh, I'm in the wrong

part of town, huh?

Step out of the car, will ya?

Okay, look, fellas,

I'm just a delivery guy, huh?

I swear?

Yours?

Good talking to you guys.

Oh, hey, any chance of you

giving me a lift home?

- Go.

- All right. All right. No problem.

Y'all have a nice...

Day.

Rocky, pop the trunk, will ya?

Whoa!

We got a live one here.

What's it been,

30 this last year?

- That's f***ing sick.

- We'll run out soon if he keeps this up.

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