The Asian Connection Page #3

Until we were leaving, and

I shot the f***ing sh*t.

All right, Jack.

What happened to you?

- You've got a voice that

carries, you know that, pal?

- I was telling Tracy or Sharon,

or whatever her

f***ing name is about

some TV show, that's all, mate.

- Can I talk to my friend?

- What'd you do that for?

I was about to tap

her f***ing ass.

- Let me talk to you outside.

- What's up, Jack?

- What the hell

is wrong with you?

Talking about our

business in a f***ing bar.

Are you stupid?

- Don't call me stupid.

I let you get away with it once.

Don't f***ing test me, ok?

That was Cambodia.

The place can't touch us here.

- We don't know that, Sam.

Maybe they can.

Maybe somebody wants

their money back.

Did you ever think about that?

- What're you trying to say?

- I'm just saying,

use your head.

I'm serious, man.

Because we're doing it again.

- Ok.

- Everybody down.

Get down.

Everybody down.

This is a robbery,

nobody f***ing move.

On the floor now.

Dammit, Sam.

F***.

You, get up, manager, go.

You open the safe.

Open the safe.

Go, go, go.

- Keep your mouth shut.

Keep down, mother f***ers.

- Out, out, out.

Sh*t.

- Shut up.

- All right, we're out.

- Good job, Jack.

You saved 15

seconds of our time.

Good man.

- God damn it.

- Tell them it was the two.

- Stop saying that.

A little trigger happy back

there, don't you think, Sam?

- That's the way it goes down.

No room, no time

for nothing else.

I only shot him in

the f***ing leg.

- That was a cell phone.

- What if it wasn't?

Who reaches inside their

jacket during a robbery?

You told me to

cover your ass, Jack

and as normal, I'm

covering your ass,

and mine at the same time.

- Sam, cover us, don't

shoot a mother f***er

just because he moves.

Do you want to kill somebody?

Is that your gig?

Because that's not mine.

All right, we rob banks.

That's it.

- All right.

- Now follow me.

We've got to make a stop.

- What're we doing here, Jack?

- God damn it, Sam.

Not another word till

we get back to Bangkok.

All right, you're getting paid.

Stay put.

- Who's that in that car?

- Your boyfriend.

He know about us?

- He knows what

he needs to know.

- Nice feeling right?

Taking what you want.

Being in control.

- I don't feel much in

control right now, Neeron.

- No?

All that money.

And Avalon.

How is she?

Is she at that silly Thai

aerobics class of hers?

- I swear to God.

You stay the f*** away from her.

- It must feel good

to have enough money

to take care of this

young, hot, beautiful

and sexy...

Be slow, errand boy.

Now ease off that.

There we go.

We're buddies, right?

Ok.

You guys were lucky last

time crossing the border.

Now that I have an interest

in you not being caught,

I'm going to show

you an old tunnel

that we used to run

shipments through.

Come on.

Follow me.

A guard was killed.

Was that necessary?

- What are you

getting soft, Neeron?

What's it matter to you?

- You're not a killer, Jack.

You tell your partner

there to watch his

trigger finger or

he's going to lose it.

Understood?

- Who you giving up, Neeron?

For these jobs.

Moving up in the world, huh?

And that's all you need to know.

- No I need to know when

we're going to be square.

- Square?

Square has nothing

to do with it, Jack.

You'll know when I'm

through with you.

Later, buddy.

- The way I look at it,

it's like this fish.

People saying well I

shouldn't eat the fish

because the fish is you know,

an important sentient being

and that's true.

- Excuse me, sir.

I have some news.

- Is it important?

- Please, sir.

- Excuse me.

- I found them already.

I'll take care of it right now.

- Then take care of it.

- I will, sir.

- But you know I'm

just thinking that

I'm not really

feeling confident.

- So what's this surprise

you've been telling me about?

- What do you think?

- This is yours?

- F***ing A it is.

- God damn it, Sam.

You are taking this back, man.

- No way.

- You don't even have a job.

How are you going

to explain this?

- You're spending all

of your money on Avalon.

No offense, Avalon.

- That is not the

same thing, man.

- F***ing sure it is.

I can spend my money

on what I like.

Now piss off.

- F***.

- You were kind of

rough on him, Jack.

- Just stay out of it, Avalon.

- F*** you, Jack.

Take me home now.

- Baby, I'm sorry.

- Now.

- Jack and

Sam fought sometimes

like a married couple.

The stress was affecting

us all in different ways.

Or maybe it was guilt.

Clearly we were taking shortcuts

to try and make our

dreams come true.

And everything was

getting too real.

The fairy tale started

to crack apart.

- You ready?

- Whatever.

Everybody down.

This is a robbery, you down.

- You're making a big mistake.

This is the Cerrancurie's money.

- You, big guy, get down.

Down on the ground.

Last chance.

- You're both dead men.

- He said get down.

- All right, manager,

you, keys, keys.

Let's go, let's go.

You and your men

still near point bed?

Yeah.

Yeah, the

are making a move right now.

Go do what I would do.

- Sam, I got to go to the bikes.

Cover me.

Who the f*** are these guys?

- How the hell should I know?

- Come on, man.

Sam, we have got to

get to the bikes, man.

Move, move, move.

Go.

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- Over half a million dollars.

Somebody just came

into my banks and

took that f***ing money.

They took the money

because someone

told them it was there.

Waiting for them.

These two are dead men.

We can find them and

we can kill them.

But what's more

important is to find out

who the f***ing rat is.

On the inside.

Because I think we know

this is an inside job.

Don't we?

- Looking at the banks, I'd

say these guys are coming

from Thailand.

They cross the border,

they do the job,

and they go back.

- Well...

I'll get the money back

but at this point, I'm not

as concerned about the money

as my feelings.

I would really hate

to kill you, you know.

It would break my

heart to kill you.

- If you think I turned on you,

you do what you've got to.

I have nothing to be scared of.

- Unfortunately...

I'm going to have to

wait to do what I do.

Just a little bit longer.

Because I want to

be sure I don't

kill anybody innocent.

A quarter of a million

dollars to any one

of my brothers who

finds me this rat.

I want his head put

in this f***ing tray.

By tomorrow.

- I don't know what happened.

These jobs are suppose to

always be easy pickings.

- Maybe your secret connection

ain't that connected

after all.

What'd you think of

that crazy bastard man?

This hairy Carry's

brother's money.

- These guys are bad news, man.

They're drug lords.

I heard about them on the news.

It's probably their

guys who shot the sh*t

out of us.

- And that crazy monkey

running son of a b*tch.

This guy you're meeting

after every job.

Bro, you need to

tell me who he is.

- I really don't know, Sam.

He might be from a rival gang,

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