The Bannen Way Page #2

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fancy cars, women.

- Or whatever you want. I don't care.

- Sounds intriguing.

Suffice it to say, that box

is a valuable piece of merchandise.

Yeah, I think I saw one of these at Ikea.

Yeah, The Mensch.

Though he is heavily guarded,

he will not be expecting someone like you.

Wait. Hold up. You want me to steal the box

from The Mensch?

The Mensch was a former rabbi

who later found a home in the Jewish mob.

And he also got into the sex trade biz.

I'm not only the president...

And he wasn't much of a mensch.

How you procure the box

is entirely up to you.

That was your grandfather's.

His father gave it to him after the war.

My father gave it to me

when he realized he was dying.

And now...

Yeah, I'm not really

a gun-toting kind of thief.

You will be.

You know what I like about you, Neal?

Even when you're in a position

where you have no choice,

you convince yourself that you do.

No. No! I'm not giving you the 100,000.

- You're just gonna blow it...

- Come on.

...on another card game, okay?

Just not until

we get the whole amount for Sonny.

Now, this job that Mr. B wants us to do

looks right up your alley.

All right? Check it out.

The Mensch is having

one of his mail-order bride galas

in a couple of days

at one of his storage facilities.

Even if I'm going to do this job,

which I'm not,

I need more than you jerking off

behind your computer.

- Okay, first of all...

- And that's when I met Madison.

Dude, this is gonna be so cake sauce.

Look...

It's just gonna be a bunch of rich d-bags

and hot Russian broads walking around,

looking to get some action.

A million dollars. $1,000,000.

Sorry.

Bannen, you're just gonna stop walking

when I'm right in the middle of making

an important executive decision?

I gotta grab something out of my car.

I'll catch up with you.

All right.

I'll just go over all of this on my own.

I'm sorry. You okay?

What?

Always be the summoner,

never the summoned.

Don't do it, Bannen.

You're breaking the rule.

Excuse me, sir, ever heard of a crosswalk?

- Hey.

- Can I see some ID?

It wouldn't happen to be

in any of those three wallets, would it?

- No, I just...

- Yeah, okay.

- Why don't you just step over to the side...

- Oh, my God...

Back again. Did you miss us?

Tell us what to do here, Neal.

- Where the f*** is he?

- Interrogation.

- Which one?

- B.

So here we are. Third strike, no more outs.

Just months after you told me

you were gonna be a better man.

If you're convicted, that's life in prison.

No more fancy cars, fancy clothes, women,

just you in an orange jumpsuit

pitching nickels against the wall

with a bunch of homeboys

who are going to take a deep-seated interest

in your last name.

You two take a walk.

I want a private conversation with my son.

Yeah, this is my dad's version

of quality time.

I know about the money

you owe Sonny Carr.

And I know about your dealings

with my brother.

The D.A. wants you convicted,

locked up, key thrown away.

She wants to set an example for the precinct,

and I'm not totally opposed to that idea.

But...

I can make her cut you a deal.

Total immunity.

That perked up your ears, didn't it, huh?

Keep your virgin ass out of the state pen.

It's what your granddad would call appealing

to a man's self-serving greed.

Let me guess.

You want me to turn states on Mr. B?

It's your last chance, kiddo.

Hey, Dad?

My father always called me a quitter.

I had to live with that my whole life.

It wasn't until the day he died...

After posting baiI, I'm back to square one.

Broke and screwed.

Third strike, no more outs.

I understand you've gotten yourself

in a bit of trouble with Sonny.

Taking no action means 25 years in prison.

I'm offering you a chance

to square your debt.

...your virgin ass out of the state pen.

Or I could turn states on Mr. B,

which means having

to look over my shoulder forever.

And I know about your dealings

with my brother.

$1,000,000.

Or I could work for Mr. B, pay off my debts,

and run from the police my whole life.

Even when you're in a position

where you have no choice,

you convince yourself that you do.

It was decision time.

Kill me if you want,

but if you give me a week,

I'll get you an extra 100 G's.

Not for Sonny, for you. Just, you know,

tell him you couldn't find me.

When in need, appeaI to greed.

What if we said we want 200 G's?

Well, Finch, I guess I say okay.

Come on, man.

Where you gonna find that kind of money?

Mr. B hired me to do a job,

retrieve a box

that somebody stole from him.

Word on the street says

there's something pretty special in that box.

Tony was telling me about it the other day.

It's a mask of some sort.

I mean, it's worth a lot of money.

All right, so I'll get you guys your money.

In good faith,

I'll let Cujo back there take a shot.

You, Bannen, you got yourself one week.

Francis.

Nice. So we're good, right?

Uncle B was right.

I don't have a choice.

You've got a choice. Grow up or give up.

That's your advice?

I thought you were supposed

to be supportive.

I guess next time I'll just ask God for advice.

God's a little busy to worry about you.

You gotta believe in yourself.

Go with your gut.

And don't take all of this too seriously,

'cause it'll bite you in the ass.

Thanks, Mom.

You always know what to say.

Are you aware that breaking and entering

is a felony?

The use of a gun

can increase the sentence to state prison.

Well, I'll be sure to only use it

in self-defense, then.

Based on what I've seen,

I think you could use a bodyguard.

Unless you're applying for the job,

I'll assume you're stalking me,

which gives me quite a case against you.

Oh, no, actually, I just dropped by

to give this back to you.

I was mildly impressed.

No one has ever lifted from me before.

I kept your Starbucks card for my trouble.

Sure. Press charges,

break the code of thieves

and, yeah, have my Starbucks card.

Did you just say "code of thieves"?

You highly overestimate your charm,

and you're definitely underestimating

my trigger finger,

- so I feel like I should sneak out now.

- Without hearing my business proposition?

Your business proposition? See, I was

thinking maybe you were tracking me

because you find me attractive,

but clearly you're just using me

for my more roguish qualities.

A deft hand can be very attractive.

I feel like I should tell you things

about myself,

like I never commit to anyone

or anything, ever. I have trust issues.

My daddy didn't love me.

If you want to offer me a job, you should

make it the best damn offer possible

because, Mr. Bannen,

no matter how enchanting you think you are,

people get one chance with me,

and if you screw up that chance,

you may never see me again.

Face-to-face, anyway.

The job is to steal something

that means a lot to one scumbag

and deliver it to another scumbag.

Your salary for this job

is a couple hundred thousand,

and it may or may not include benefits.

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