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He screamed a lot.

The pain was agonizing, searing.

- Eels squirming through his veins.

- Buddy, I don't really give a damn.

Somebody help me.

Somebody please help me.

C'mon, you look more like him than I thought.

- No.

- You don't remember me?

You were young, Princess,

and I did look a little different.

I had all my fingers then and both legs.

Nice fingers, sweetie.

You know that the FBI, they use these

little lines in order to find people.

Until they were looking for me, anyway.

But, one day, I came up with a plan.

Yeah, I dug up a body, see, it wasn't hard,

the resemblance was reasonable.

Then I cut him up into small pieces,

and added a little bit of myself to the mix.

I was a Golden Boy, dollface,

now I'm a freakin' Picasso.

And don't ever mess with my lights again.

What are you looking at, shrimp?

Listen, brother, take the cab, take the money and

take the cab, I don't give a crap, but don't take me.

- What is this?

- It's a meter.

No, I know what a meter is, a**hole.

Not that, this.

This, GPS, everyone has 'em,

in case the cars are stolen.

- Tells you their location?

- Within a few blocks, yes.

Okay, call your dispatch.

Man, you have got to clean out that backseat,

before you sign-off tonight.

Yesterday I had to put on a biohazard suit,

hip-waders, and rubber gloves

and I got the garden hoe and

scraped that crap outta there.

Looked like boogers or jalapeno jelly, a**hole.

- I got a question for you.

- 9 inches.

And it can reload after 14 minutes and a tickle.

What else do you want to know?

About the driver.

Is this about me docking you pay

again on account that fender-bender,

the same policy applies for

everybody and I ain't lippin'

- No, it's not about that.

- A white guy with a fake leg.

- It is a white man with a fake leg.

- Maybe missing some fingers.

- Really?

- Tell him.

And maybe missing some fingers.

Are you messin' with me today?

Whatchya want him fo?

He cuts me off at the light.

You think I give a snot, huh?

Tell him he's stealing money,

you saw him pocketing fares.

- He's stealin' fares, pocketed.

- Wait!

Are you saying that this creepy, limpin' bastard

be runnin' around snitchin' my dough.

- Get his location.

- Where is he right now?

- Whatchya wanna know dat fo?

- I confront him for you, get the truth.

- You would do that for me, Bertrand?

- You're a good boss.

In the French Quarter,

Bugundy and St. Philip.

- Thank you.

- Well done, get his medallion number.

- And his medallion number.

- Man.

He a freaky disk, dis guy, you best

be careful there, Berty Boy.

- Get out

- It's all yours, brother.

It's 5-KILO-2-0.

Again, that's 5-K-20.

Thanks, pal.

Lookie here, did you just turn

white on me all of a sudden?

Who dat is?

Do you remember where we dropped off Montgomery?

His daughter's address.

- Yeah, it's Coronado and something.

- Prentiss.

Boss, we got a matching Montgomery's

description just jacked a cab 5 blocks from here.

Get this, the cabby said he was sweating about

a guy missing a leg and his fingers.

The tracking is throwing the

cab back into the Quarter.

- Don't hurt me, man.

- Who's cab is this?

It's mine, but that ain't my number.

Open the trunk.

There he is, we got him.

What, that's someone else's GPS.

Montgomery!

Put your god damned knees on the ground.

Will Montgomery you are under

arrest for violation of parole,

illegally accessing confidential

FBI records, assaulting a federal agent,

and resisting arrest.

- We're bringin' him back now.

- You gotta listen to me.

- No, we don't.

- He's going to kill her.

Oh, it's a neat story, Vincent Kinsey

has come back from the dead. Yeah.

Hey, if I were comin' back from the dead

it wouldn't be for daughter killin',

it'd be to go to Rick's Cabaret

to see some naked ladies.

- I gotta take that.

- Ah, ya want me to take a message?

- I've got only eight rings to pick up that call.

- Hey, hey, sit back.

Hello?

I'm here.

I'm here.

You're really comin' down to the

wire on this one, eh, Gum?

We're gonna have trouble getting out of your pocket?

I'm not, I just... I just...

Sounds like you're out of breath.

Tell me something, Gum.

What's the scenery like down there in Tuscaloosa?

I always wanted to take that ride along the Gulf.

I don't have it.

And better yet, why don't you tell me how Hoyt's

doing since that's where you were anyway.

I don't have the money.

What did I say to you about lying to me?

I'm sorry, I just... I just...

- Your daughter's dead.

- No, wait, wait!

You really don't have it, do you?

- I'll get you the money.

- Good.

May I ask how?

We're going back to "wrong".

You got a real 40 went down the alley,

okay, we gotta set-up a perimeter.

Move! Clear out!

Hello?

What's going on?

Where are the Feds at?

- There's no time, Vincent's alive.

- What? What are you talking about?

He wants 10 million dollars, he wants it

in 3 hours and he has Alison.

Oh, my God!

The bank we robbed that night,

there was something else in that vault,

a gold reserve, it must've been 100 million, easy.

There's no way you can walk in there

and steal 10 million dollars worth of

gold bricks in the middle of the business day.

That's why I need your help.

- I already told you, this isn't my life anymore.

- I know, I know.

- And it's not yours either.

- He's going to kill her.

I can... I can hear it in his voice,

He's not the same person.

He's gonna kill my little girl.

- Are you LeFleur?

- Yes, Sir, I am. LeFleur, yes, Sir.

A guy jacked your cab a little while ago,

he was looking for someone.

Well, he was looking fo dat Mog...

Jimmy Morgan, Sir.

Be a peach and show me his hack license, will ya.

Yes, officer, Sir.

I'll look it up for you, Inspector.

He been with us two years, never any problem.

Although...

He do scare my kids when they come

to visit their daddy at work.

More kids are in their twenties.

That's him, Kinsey.

Much obliged. Let's go!

Fat Tuesday, everybody go crazy.

We're 6 blocks away from the bank,

do you realize that?

Have a little faith.

I considered doing this for the last eight years.

Montgomery doesn't have the money,

but he NEEDS the money.

Which means he's got only one play to make.

Give me a list of every bank that he stepped

into in the City of New Orleans.

My guess is one of them is

going to step into the game.

We're through.

- 5 minutes 'til the alarm.

- Is that going to be enough?

Here it comes.

Fire alarm just went off

at Parrish Community Bank.

That's him! Get up there now!

Hurry up, boys!

The alarm will have

triggered by now, we gotta go.

Just wanna see if I can get

a little more gold out of it.

Would you hurry up, Sir?

Come on, Will, we gotta go.

Come on!

What do you know.

So you worked all this out in the prison?

I was bored.

Boss! Hey! Listen to this.

Say again.

We have the key suspects.

They're in Riley's truck on North Peters

heading towards the ferry.

Do not take them until

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