Takers Page #5
you just keep her there, all right, Jimmy,
and you call me.
She doesn't leave the hotel.
Do you understand me?
All right.
Naomi?
I left Jimmy some money at the hotel.
He didn't put it in the safe.
- She took it?
- She's gone and so is the money. Sh*t!
- What you doing, mate?
- I'm pulling over.
- Why?
- 'Cause you got to find her.
I'll take your time in the tunnel tonight.
- Thanks.
- You got it.
Damn it.
- How's it hanging?
- Funny guy.
All right, come on down.
We'll go hot tomorrow morning.
This is gonna be lovely.
Hey, G.
We good?
- Any word from Naomi?
- No.
This time, I think she's gone.
She'll turn up fine.
What makes you so sure?
If I had any family left, that's where I'd be.
You know, if anything goes wrong
tomorrow, we can't let him walk away.
He could still hang us for '04.
I'll bring the insurance.
There he is. How's it going, Ghost?
I can't call it, gentlemen.
- Yeah.
- What's happening?
- G. Cool.
- Yeah, man.
Feels good to be back in action again.
It's like old times, huh?
So, where we meeting at after the drop?
Scott's giving me the information.
I'll let you know tomorrow.
"Come sip from the cup of destruction."
- Genghis Khan.
- Yeah. One of my heroes.
Saw what he wanted,
reached out and took it.
Like us, tomorrow.
Just like us.
- To tomorrow.
- To tomorrow.
To tomorrow.
Yeah?
Slow down, slow down. What?
Where are you?
All right. Wait, no, no, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Where do I find Processing?
Through the far door. Follow the yellow line.
Where's Vice?
Take the stairs to the basement.
We got your fax last week
about the bank bills,
so when we nailed this scum
with a bunch of fresh hundreds,
thought we'd call you.
This low-life? You gotta be kidding me.
He was hustling some stolen sh*t
with his girlfriend when we stopped him.
None of the bills were marked, but we figure
they gotta be from some job.
Did you question him?
No. He didn't go easy.
He's high as hell, too.
We decided to let him chill.
All right. Let me talk to this guy.
All right, I don't have time for this bullshit.
Where did you get the bills?
I got him!
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Where did you get the bills?
- It was a loan, man, it was a loan!
- A loan. Bullshit!
I want a name. Give me a name.
- Naomi.
- Naomi what?
- Naomi what? She got a last name?
- I don't know, man! I just met her.
You bust her, too?
Yeah, her name's Naomi Cozier.
Cozier? Did you hear that, Hatch?
Yeah.
I ain't going back to no hotel
to sit on my own.
Right, you ain't going back to the hotel,
you ain't going
to the freaking Caribbean either.
You're going back to the rehab
- Hell, no, I ain't!
- Yes, you are!
I'm tired of them nurses and doctors
making you stand up
and chat your business in front of strangers.
Every time, you do the same thing!
Every time! Two days out of rehab!
Just two days
and you're in the police station already.
Where's the money I gave you?
Is it in your veins?
You know, your problem is
you're too into my sh*t.
Let me see your arm. Your sh*t.
You're not into your own sh*t!
Why don't you get a life?
You don't care about me.
You wouldn't even let me stay
at your apartment.
- That's right.
- You're ashamed of me. And I raised you!
You raised me?
My crackhead sister raised me?
- Can't even raise yourself.
- You ungrateful bastard!
- Shut up.
- But you ain't worth sh*t, man.
- I should've let Welfare take you!
- You're right, you're right.
Wonder.
Naomi!
No! Naomi! Naomi!
Gordon Cozier.
Signed for her 20 minutes ago.
- Second time in two days.
- Yeah, I hear you.
Even if we tie those bills to a certain job,
it doesn't prove Cozier did anything.
Question him now, he lawyers up,
splits town. We can blow this case.
If we can put him in the elevators
on the day of the heist,
we'll have plenty to talk to him about.
It's time. Let's go, Casanova.
I'll see you tonight.
You be careful.
- I love you.
- Love you, too.
Come on, lover boy! Let's go, mate!
Got a job to do, baby. Come on.
Let's go, let's go!
You want a coffee? Donut? Anything?
Naw. I'm okay.
Hey, Jack. Carver wants to see you.
Not now, Max.
We're getting close on this FedCal job.
It's not a request, Detective Welles.
Orders, Jack.
All right.
This is chicken sh*t, Chief.
The Haitian, the Russians.
I make judgment calls every day.
- The union says I get an attorney...
- Before you go on about this,
- you need to...
...just like the a**holes
- I gotta deal with out there.
- Jack, stop!
Look, if you still want to see a lawyer
in five minutes, you can have one.
Sit down.
Get down! Get on the ground!
Get on the ground! Spread your legs!
- Keep your head down.
- The day you busted the Haitian,
Narcotics had surveillance set up
in the building across the street.
- Shut up! Stay down!
- I said they'd give you money!
- What? What money?
- Money, right there!
Stay there, don't move! All right.
All right, get out of here. Go.
Turn it off. All right, turn it off.
I wanted you to know
who you were working with.
Felt I owed you that much.
Internal Affairs is bringing charges.
Papers are being drawn up today.
You wanna drop Hatcher? I understand.
No, no. No. No.
How'd it go?
You know, same old, same old.
Shouldn't have roughed up that drug dealer,
you know?
- That's the beef? That's it?
- Yeah.
Warning, short and sweet.
Check it out. That's our guy. We got him.
Time to turn up the heat on Mr. Cozier.
Let's go pay him a visit.
All right, we're hot. Ready to rock, man.
All right. Kill the traffic light.
Let's go.
Officer on duty.
All right, Officer.
Package is due in five minutes.
Crow's nest. Put an eye on him.
Copy that.
You're driving.
Come on, let's go!
Come on, man. What's wrong with you?
Why'd you do it, Eddie?
Why'd you take the money?
What are you... What are you talking about?
They got it on tape.
Why'd you do it?
Sh*t, man.
Monica's laid off. We got a mortgage.
Insurance doesn't pay sh*t.
You gotta help me, Jack.
It was right there.
It was right there, and I took it.
Why didn't you come to me?
I'm Eddie's godfather.
Come on. You're like my brother.
The kind of money I'm talking about,
you couldn't save it in a lifetime.
Look, you've had my back
for the last six years.
I'm gonna do whatever it takes to help you,
okay?
Yeah.
Package is late.
Must've gotten hung up. They'll be here.
Goddamn! Get off my ass.
This is not good. This is not good.
Let me know, G. I'm ready.
Come on, boys, have some faith.
This is bad, we gotta do something.
This is LA, man. Nothing runs on time.
Damn all that. We got a shitload of C-4,
and we're live down here. Come on.
Just be cool, all right?
Where the hell is it, Ghost?
Talk to me. Where is it?
They're coming, God damn it.
They'll be here.
Say the word, G. I'll send it.
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