The Set Up Page #2

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Oh f***.

Nice, huh? I'll make

a nice tongue stud with that.

I can't believe he shot me, man.

What'd you hear, Joey?

Vince was running his mouth

to some connected guys downtown

that he's got a big score coming.

Why would he say that?

We never kick back to them.

I don't know. I think he was just

trying to buy some protection.

Hold that there. Hold that.

Where the f*** are you going?

You need to lay down.

- I got to find him.

- Oh, yeah, genius?

You gonna be walking around in

a bloody shirt with a bullet hole in it?

Cops won't be looking for that.

Take that sh*t off.

Here.

- Listen, you know John R, right?

- Yeah, made guy, runs the card clubs.

Yeah, down on Woodward.

Now I'll bet

if someone was to go

down there this Friday night,

he might run into Vince or someone

who knows where he is.

- Thanks, Joey.

- Hey, hold on.

Try not to get

your ass shot again, all right?

You need anything,

you come back here.

- All right?

- All right.

Do you want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

Whatever brought you here.

I'm here to pray for a friend.

Ah.

Is he sick?

No. He's dead.

Forgive me for asking.

Were you close?

Yeah.

We were like brothers.

Then rest assured

he is in a better place now.

How do you know?

You ever been dead before?

There are many paths

to God, my son.

I pray that yours

will not be too difficult.

- There you are.

- Thank you, sir.

Hey, beautiful lines.

Yeah.

I guess $5 million will buy you

a lot of things like that, huh?

You see, my friend, I think we are

both looking for the same thing.

I'm not your friend

and I'm not looking for anything.

Okay, so let's cut

the bullshit, shall we?

You took something from us

and we want it back.

And I'm the guy

they picked to get it back.

However, if you help us,

we are willing to overlook

your part in it.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Hey, come on. It only took me

two days to find you.

And if I get those stones

without your help,

we are going to meet again.

Except this time you won't

even hear the hammer drop.

Are we clear?

Look, if it was up to my friends

you'd be dead already.

But I'm a patient man.

You've got one week, huh?

It was very nice meeting you.

Oh, hey, ladies.

How's it going?

What you guys up to tonight?

Oh come on,

don't be like that.

Could you get that door

for me, big man?

Sure, no problem.

Why don't you stop playing

like such a f***ing nit?

- I'm out.

- Shut your trap, you f*** stick.

In fact, take that.

Put your hands

where I can see 'em.

- Are you robbing us?

- Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Who the f*** do you think

you're talking to?

All right, now let's start over.

Okay, what can we do for you?

Now we're getting somewhere.

I'm looking for Vincent Long.

- Anybody seen him?

- No.

Of course

everyone's got amnesia.

But if you get

your memory back,

tell him an old friend is

looking for him, all right?

And now I'm robbing you.

- What the f*** are you looking at?

- Nothing.

- How's everything over here?

- Very good.

Okay? Good.

- All done?

- Yeah, I'm finished.

- I just need the check, please.

- Okay.

Here you go.

Slow night tonight, huh?

Yeah well, it pays the bills.

I'm really a singer. I'm not

gonna be here much longer.

And why is that?

Well, I pray every night

that God gets me

a record contract.

- Does He hear you?

- Of course He does.

I just have to wait my turn.

No no, that's for you.

Thank you.

Good things are coming

to you too.

- I promise.

Happy holidays.

You with me?

- You got a name?

- Sonny.

Like in "O what a sunny

f***ing day we're having?"

F*** you.

Who are you?

All right, Sonny.

Sleepy-time.

Are you out

of your f***ing mind?

Are you?

I'm looking for my so-called friend.

He shot me.

- I'm gonna find him.

- So you can shoot him?

Are you retarded?

Are you handicapped?

You think you're gonna

come into my town

and take down poker games,

shoot whoever you want

without my permission?

Are you done

with your speech?

Take it easy, Petey.

What's the name

of the kid that shot you?

Vincent. Vincent Long.

Vincent Long that runs

with John R's crew?

Yeah, he's been hanging around.

Congratulations.

You managed to piss off

a very important group of people

that I make money with.

That means you owe me now.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

Every f***ing thing

I say is right.

But I'm a fair guy.

You help me out with my problem

and I can help you out

with your problem.

I'm listening.

I used to know a guy,

laundered money for the Russians.

But he had a funny way

of counting.

For every $3 he laundered

he kept $1 for himself.

Accumulated quite

a stack of dollars.

$2 million.

Only problem is the Russians

found out about it

and chopped both his legs

off with a axe.

But they never found the money.

His family buried it with him.

Well, I ain't digging up

no motherfucking dead body.

Shut the f*** up.

I don't want you to dig

anyone up.

The Russians found out

where the money is.

They're gonna take it

out of the ground tonight

and you're gonna take it

from them.

What's in it for me?

Very few men know the exact

value of their life.

Now you know

what yours is worth.

$2 million.

And just to make sure

you bring that money to me,

I'm gonna send Petey

along with you.

Get out of here.

Okay, there they are.

Kick back, relax.

We'll let them dig it up.

Hey, you got a plan?

A plan? Oh yeah,

the plan's real complicated.

You're gonna sneak

your ass down there

and shoot those motherfuckers

in the head and grab the money.

Then you're gonna run your ass

back up here like a crack n*gger

at a police funeral.

You down with that, homie?

And where you gonna be at?

Oh, close enough to shoot you

in the head if you f*** up.

What's to stop you from shooting me

after I bring you the money?

That's what we call

a calculated risk.

Ssst

All right, they got it.

- Let's go. Go get it.

- Sh*t.

Get down.

Got it.

I get your $2 million

and you're still gonna shoot me?

No.

But I can't watch you

and drive this car at the same time.

I need that other gun.

Thanks, Sonny.

You're all right.

You've got some balls.

You don't have to worry

about your problem now.

Mr. Biggs is a man of his word.

I know you two got off

on the wrong foot.

Hey, you did the job,

we've got his cash.

Sh*t, let's celebrate.

Know anyplace

where we can get a bag?

I know a few people.

Let me make some phone calls.

Make it happen.

Hey, what's up? It's Sonny.

Yeah yeah yeah, I know.

Hey, I want to stop by there.

You know, got to get a little something.

All right. All right, cool.

You're just gonna leave

the money in the trunk?

Yeah, why not?

Who the f***'s gonna know

I got $2 million in my car?

About time

you showed up, man.

Come on, man.

Who this?

G, Petey; Petey, G.

Is he a cop?

Come on, why you gonna

ask me some sh*t like that?

Sh*t, nigga, I had to ask.

Y'all come on in.

Damn.

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