The Good View: Weekly Boost

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- Eh!

That's a gun a**hole.

What the f*** are

you doing here, huh?

This can't be no coincidence.

Who sent you?

Who sent you?

Nobody in this town

crosses Lorenzo, no one.

You're a dead man!

- Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

You, you!

Motherf***er!

- Hello?

- Roy?

- Jimmy, what's up?

- Things went bad

man, really bad.

- Hey hold on.

What happened, now

do you have the car?

- Yea I got the car,

but what the f***

did you get me into?

- Hey, now take it easy.

Now, tell me what happened.

- I did exactly what you said!

I was there within the window.

And then some guys show's up,

puts a gun in my face, and

you guaranteed me that time!

- But you got away?

- Yea I got away but I had

to stab the dude in the neck!

I boost cars, I don't stab

motherfuckers in the neck!

- Okay, now listen.

We can fix this.

But, you got to bring

the car to the location.

I'll meet you there.

- Who's Lorenzo?

- How do you know that name?

- Who is he?

Roy, you f***ed me man!

- Now Jimmy, you knew this

was going to be risky.

Now trust me.

You don't want to f***

with these people.

If you bring us

the car right now,

I can fix this.

- F*** you!

Who's us?

You f***ed me man,

you knew those guys

were going to be there.

You set me up!

- Think about this Jimmy.

This is going to be

the most important

move of your life.

It's bad enough you have one

gangster out to kill you.

Jimmy.

Jimmy!

- Detroit's a single mother

living in a trailer park

with a baby on her hip.

And L.A.'s a porn

star with fake tits,

deep pockets, and

a coke problem.

Everybody comes out

here to find something.

Or run away from something.

I'm doing both.

Figured it was my

environment that was

making me who I was.

When you f*** around like this,

doesn't matter what

city you live in.

Sooner of later,

things are bound to get bloody.

Rule number one.

Stay away from cars less

than five years old.

I usually go for

toyota's or honda's.

The Jap's know how to make cars.

Rule number two,

stay away from any

high-end luxury sports cars,

Mercedes, BMW, Audi.

Sure, the payout

might be higher,

but then so is the risk.

Rule number three.

Mental focus, it's

all about the breath.

Keeping your head

clear, and being present

is of Paramount importance when

a boost is going down.

I started this when I

was young and desperate

and bored, but I

had a talent for it.

On my best days, I would

say it's a calling.

Not like the other

fuckos who joyride around

and abuse it.

And yes, if you aren't

a moron, being a thief

ain't so dangerous.

But this is my practice,

this is my discipline.

Rule number four,

perception is reality.

You'd be amazing with

what you can get away with

if you look like you're working.

But I am working.

Rule number five, you

pick the day in advance,

but not the car.

Picking the car is

like deciding if you're

going to go talk to

a girl at the bar.

It's a frequency you tune into.

You can call it a gut instinct,

for me, it's been like a

wave at the back of my spine.

And I don't know if

it's the excitement

of the unknown,

or the adrenaline,

but it's never wrong.

I guess deep down, it's

the part I like best.

I've stolen 336 cars

in the last 10 years,

and this whooptie maked it 337.

Rule six, you never

trust anyone in the game.

Ever.

And one last thing,

always know your price.

My name is Jimmy Greco.

And this is the story

of the day I died.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Surprise.

- Do all guys

from the east coast

put it down like you?

- I'm from Detroit baby.

- That's basically

the east coast.

- Not really.

- Well it's closer to new

York than it is to California.

- True.

But the answer's no.

- No what?

- No, not all guys

from the east are like me.

Want to know the reason

it feels so good?

- Why?

- 'Cause I love you.

- Careful Jimmy.

- You're the one that

needs to be careful.

I'm fine expressing my emotions.

I know what it means.

- Is that a fact?

- I could die tomorrow,

and then what?

Think any of this

is going to matter?

We're dust baby.

- We're not just dust Jimmy.

We're human beings.

- But it's our human

minds that assign

meaning to our lives.

I f***ing love you, so what?

What are you going

to do about it?

- How romantic.

I'll think about that while

I make your breakfast.

- Brew the coffee strong please.

- I know how you like it.

- Sh*t is f***ing good!

- Yea, it's not bad.

- Not bad?

It's way better then anything

else out there right now.

- So?

Doesn't make it amazing

just 'cause it's better

than all the other

sh*t out there.

- Babe, this negativity

is really off putting.

I mean yea, we finally

get some good sh*t,

and you're over there.

I totally forgot this f***ing

monkey was sitting here.

What's up man?

Hmm, you got the money?

Maybe I'll just bleed

you out instead.

- It's okay Gevorg.

Baby, nobody's

getting cut today.

Too messy, I'm in no mood.

- Fine.

Why the f*** are you

still sitting here?

- Hola!

- Yo, what the f*** man?

- Como estas?

- Yo, I told you

not to come out here

without calling me first.

- Hey you think I

give a sh*t about your

Chavalos and your

powder pushing?

- Do all you f***ing beaners

got maize in your ears?

Or is it just you, huh?

- Let me tell you

something, loco.

You keep pushing me,

you're not going to

like what happens.

- F*** you going to do?

- How about, I call some of

my cartel boys down here,

to rape your little slut,

gouge your eyes out,

watch you peck around

like a f***ing blind chicken.

Hey, come on, lighten up, loco!

Sh*t, I called you, I

left a message, read?

You never got back to me.

So I came down here in person,

to discuss some

time-sensitive business.

- F***ing blow got me all jumpy.

What the f*** do you want?

Make it quick.

- How would you like to

expand your business?

- Well you know I would love to,

but Lorenzo runs the show.

I'm already at

capacity, in accordance

with our agreement.

- What if Lorenzo's

not around anymore?

- What if, what if?

What if?

- Some sh*t's getting

ready to go down.

- I'm listening.

- The question is,

how much would you

be willing to pay

to get in on it?

- Huh.

Since you seem to be

the man with the plan,

why don't you save

us both the time

and let me know how much

it's going to cost me?

- I'm not sure.

I'm going to have to

talk to my best guy.

And then double it.

- Yea, why do we need the best?

- Word is, Lorenzo's

dying, amigo.

He needs a kidney.

- Yea, how do you know this?

- Because birdies

talk, and birdies sing.

And then big Tommy

pays me a visit.

Yea, well well.

- Don't start with

me bro, I'd prefer to

make this as painless

as possible, alright?

- Good to see you old friend.

- We're not friends

anymore, are we Roy?

- Well, since your

little accident.

- I'm here to talk business.

- Okay, well,

how about a little drink

for old time's sake?

- No.

I need you to move

something for me.

- You know what they

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