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Absolutely, sir.

You will be beyond satisfied.

That's what we want.

Are you crazy?

- I swear that guy is famous...

- For f***'s sake, people are gonna...

- What? People are gonna stare?

- Yeah.

- They're gonna talk?

- Yeah.

- They're gonna arrest you?

- Yes.

Right. For what?

You don't get it, do you?

We've got all the markings.

We've got the fine cars

and the fine clothes.

Yeah, but they didn't steal it.

Yeah, they did.

Because if they didn't work for it,

they stole it.

What?

Please, just try and relax.

Just enjoy it, like they do.

Okay.

Hey.

It's funny.

I've got $1000 right here in my pocket.

- I want you to hang onto it.

- No.

- Come on, hold it.

- Why?

When was the last time

you held 1000 bucks in your hand?

Come on, feels good, doesn't it?

That was the best meal I ever had.

- It was pretty good.

- What?

If that wasn't the best meal you ever had,

then who the f*** are you?

Fine, the best meal ever.

It was, right?

Yeah.

Keep it down.

That's beautiful.

It's this thing my dad used to play.

Sounds sad.

Would you prefer this?

Yeah, yeah! Right on!

Sh*t. Get the lights.

Why did you bring me here?

I had to.

Those guys,

they could've f***ed you up.

You could've left me on the boardwalk

or something.

I could've.

You didn't.

No.

So why?

What, you want me

to spell it out for you?

I can take care of you.

I like taking care of you.

I don't need you to take care of me.

I can take care of myself.

No, Jonas. No, stop. Get off.

I can't.

What the hell?

- Thought you wanted to f***.

- I don't want to f***.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

All right, ready? Do it again. Ready?

Great effort. Great job waiting for it.

No splashing Mommy.

It's day one, guys.

We got a whole summer.

Go, go, go! Stephanie, get it! Yeah!

Go!

Not bad. Not bad.

- That was pretty good.

- He didn't get you.

No.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey.

Stay back.

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

Okay.

Hey. Just go along with whatever I say.

- Okay.

- Don't f*** this up.

Hey. Sorry, you scared me.

Yeah, I gotta get into the garage.

Sorry, who are you?

Who am I?

Where's Evelyn?

- They're on vacation.

- We're family.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Evelyn's brother's kids.

We're taking care of the house

while they're away.

Yeah, I forgot.

They went to Greece or something.

Yeah. I'm Sarah.

This is my brother, Adam.

- Hi.

- Right on. Terrence.

I work for them. Handyman.

Totally spaced that they were gone.

That's cool.

I guess just wash the cars or whatever

a few days before they get back.

We don't need anything, right?

- Yeah, August, right?

- I think so.

- Can't remember the date.

- It's written down.

- Late August sounds right.

- All right.

Hey, late August, it is.

- See you.

- Take it easy.

- Think that worked?

- Yeah.

But what about the neighbors...

The neighbors haven't seen us yet,

and they're not going to, so relax.

- I need to start unloading this stuff.

- What stuff?

Stuff. The cars, paintings, the jewelry.

That's why we're here.

Okay. There's one ring you can't hock.

It's David's father's ring.

It's the only thing he has

to remember him by.

What's it look like?

It's gold, it's black onyx,

has the initials R.S. on it.

- How do you know all this?

- The videos.

- What videos?

- The home videos.

Okay. I need to go and talk to this guy.

- Just promise me?

- I won't sell this ring. I gotta go.

Okay. I'm just gonna stay here.

Do whatever the hell you want.

- Here you go, man.

- For real?

Yeah.

Holy sh*t!

- What?

- What do you think, huh?

- What? How did you...?

- It's a long, funny story, my friend.

You a cop or some sh*t?

This is some Miami Vice bullshit.

No. Come on, get in.

I wanna talk to you.

Yeah, I'm getting in, brother. Come on.

- Sh*t.

- All right.

- Listen up, man.

- What's up?

I found a lot of sh*t to sell.

Big sh*t, sh*t like this.

- Where that sh*t at?

- In Malibu.

Gotta see that sh*t.

Not yet. I can't. Gotta lay low.

Look. I wanna give you a cut

of what I sell...

...if you know somebody big-time,

enough to handle this.

- I know somebody.

- You know somebody? You sure?

- Yeah.

- All right, what's he into?

Into coke,

but I think he's in some other sh*t.

- What kind of other sh*t?

- This kind of other sh*t, man.

All right.

Well, look, can you set it up for tonight?

Yeah. Yeah.

Get the f*** out of my car.

Set it up for tonight. Some big-time.

- You and me.

- This is flashy. You look fly, brother.

Come on!

Tonight, brother.

Hi, Carol.

Oh, my baby.

Is that my little girl?

Well, goddamn, look at you.

- You look so beautiful.

- What's going on? What'd you do?

- What'd I do?

- I'm just so happy you're home.

- Shut up. What'd you come here for?

- To see Mom.

- Baby, what...? Did you get married?

- Yeah.

I was gonna invite you,

but it happened so quick. In Maui.

- Where?

- Hawaii, Wilerd.

We were climbing this volcano. We got

to the top, he proposed, and I said yes.

- Right there on top of a volcano.

- That's what I said.

What's this one's name?

- Michael Silverman.

- Michael.

- I think you're full of sh*t.

- I don't care.

We sacrificed everything for you.

We raised you.

Yeah, you raised me up,

didn't you, Wilerd?

- If you're gonna talk like that, we'll leave.

- It's time you give back a bit.

- Where's Bobby?

- I don't know.

Why, here he is, here he comes.

Bobby!

Hi. Hi, Bobby. Come here.

Hi.

- Where have you been?

- In L.A.

- Really?

- Yeah. I just moved into a house.

- Come visit soon.

- Does it have a pool?

No. But it's close to the ocean.

- Can I go now?

- Honey, no.

No, you have to go to school,

but I'll visit really soon, okay?

Bobby, get away. She ain't

your real sister. She's foster trash.

Shut up, Wilerd.

Get on back in the house.

Here. Go have some fun, okay?

Don't turn into an a**hole like Wilerd.

- You heard me, boy!

- Enough! Get in.

Mom, here.

- Oh, no. No.

- Buy yourself something nice.

Listen. You know I love you

like you're my own child. You know that.

Yeah. I gotta go, okay?

I'll come back, okay?

I'll bring Michael.

I want you to meet him, all right?

- Will you do that? Please?

- I will, Mom, I swear.

Hey.

Well, I set it up.

- Selling all of it.

- But not the ring.

No, not the ring.

When?

I'm meeting the guy tonight,

so we'll see.

I wanna do this fast.

Scared we're gonna get busted up here.

Pushing our luck.

Okay.

- You can fantasize that we belong here...

- I said okay, all right?

This could be it, Kell.

A score this big,

it could change everything for us.

You're really smart, Jonas.

You'll pull it off.

- Who the f*** are you?

- Oh, man, we good.

- We're here to see Ronald.

- Who are you?

I'm Al. Ronald's my man.

I sold him some sh*t.

And?

No, that's... Just go ask him.

I'm telling you, he knows me.

- I'm coming... Come on, man.

- Come on.

Yeah.

Down there.

- I can't see him, man.

- Straight ahead.

You have company.

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