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What are you gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna

put it back together.

Look, I met this new chick,

this Jessie.

- You gonna marry her and have kids?

- Yes.

But, uh...

she does not know

what I do.

So what?

Do I bullshit her along, or what?

Lie to no one.

If they're somebody close to you,

you're gonna ruin it with a lie.

And if they're a stranger,

who are they you gotta lie to?

Hey, what do you need, man?

Get me out of here.

Ten months

and you're on the street.

- You know Doc Shelton?

- Yeah.

That old bastard's killed more guys

than the electric chair.

Well, I got angina somethin'

somethin' somethin'...

and I'm not gonna last

ten months.

And I don't want to die

in here, Frank.

Not in here.

Well, you got it.

Gotta go, kid.

You got it.

He downed the merch to Gags

is what he said.

I'm telling you, this cocksucker's trouble.

We whack him out.

Is this the prowler?

- The guy Gags had?

- Has to be the one.

My name's Leo.

How are ya?

How am I? I am Frank.

Here's your money.

Jesus Christ!

There's two inches

of money out there.

- Is it all there?

- I am sure that it is.

- Don't you say thanks or somethin'?

- Whose money is this?

Your money. But I stopped this guy

from giving you a hard time.

Well, thanks.

You're welcome.

It's no big deal.

I'll see ya.

- Where are you goin'?

- Where am I going?

- Yeah.

- I am late.

Come on.

I thought we'd talk

a little business...

get to know each other.

Uh, no offense.

You want to get to meet people,

join a lonely-hearts club.

I know you already.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- How you know me?

- That merch you put down to Gags.

Max Sherman.

Puerto Rican fence.

Cotazar.

Where do you think they down it?

To me.

I'm the bank.

I handle the fence for half this city.

You been puttin' down

two, three scores a month...

month in, month out.

I see your stuff.

You got great taste.

Regular highline pro.

So I said to Gags,

"I want to meet this guy."

- He tell you that?

- Yes.

- Fine.

- Let's cut the bullshit.

Who is he?

How the hell do I know?

You want to put down contract scores all

over the country, working directly for me?

I am self-employed.

I am doin' fine.

I don't deal with egos.

I am Joe the boss of my own body,

so what do I have to work for you for?

Maybe you don't.

I'll lay it out. You can be the judge.

You don't look...

you don't case,

you don't do nothin'.

We point you to a score.

When we say it's there,

it's there.

They're all laid-out scores.

How are they worked up?

Alarm system diagrams, blueprints,

sometimes a front-door key.

Sometimes the scores are in on it.

Everybody's ripping off the insurance company.

- Work cars? Drops? Tools?

- Whatever you need, you'd see me.

I'd be your father.

Money, guns, cars...

I'd be your father from here on out.

- What's my end?

- You get a price. No negotiation.

We got expenses you don't have.

But you'll know the price up front.

- How big?

- Boxcar.

Nothin' under six figures. I'll make

you a millionaire in four months.

I go to work for you,

I'm pullin' a lot of exposure.

- Our protection trades that off.

- Yeah, I take a bust.

Turn around,

there's gonna be a lawyer...

a bondsman right there...

you never spend a night in jail.

Look, I steal ice.

No furs, no coin collections...

no stock certificates, no cartage,

no Treasury bonds, no nothin'.

- Just diamonds or cash.

- Fine.

- No cowboy sh*t. No home invasions.

- Fine.

- I work with a partner.

- We take care of you.

A partner is strictly your responsibility.

He beefs on you, that's your problem.

He beefs on us,

that's your problem too.

- Who are your inside people?

- That's my end. You don't have to know anything about that.

So what do you say?

I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

- I don't know!

I don't believe

in lifetime subscriptions.

- Maybe it don't fit in with my retirement program.

- What are you gonna do retired?

Pick corn with the chickens. Watch daytime

TV the rest of my life. What's the difference?

All right, all right.

Two, three moves.

You want to keep goin',

that's fine.

But if you wanna split,

that's fine too.

Everybody's business-like.

Everybody's an adult.

So let me know...

'cause we'd be terrific.

Yeah, that's fine.

I'll call ya.

- You wanna pick him up?

- We'll see.

Sho lover

Sweet thing

I reached a turning point

In my life

I reached a turning point

Lord, Lord, Lord

In my life

I met a girl

She's one out of 110

And she don't get excited

No, no, no

By no slick-talkin' men

She's a wiz around the house

Neat as a pin

If I got a hole in my socks

got a hole in my shirt

Sweet thing, she'll mend

No more stayin' out

late for me

No more narrow escapes

I reached a turning point

Turning point

In my life

I reached a turning point

Lord, Lord, Lord

In my life

Come on,

let's groove it one time.

No more runnin' around

for me

Finally settlin' down

I reached a turning point

Lord, Lord

In my life

I reached a turning point

Lord, Lord, Lord

In my life

And I don't know

where I would end up

If that sweet thing

hadn't come along

If that sweet thing

hadn't come along

- Hurry. I got my car parked in red.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Finding you.

- Get away from me, okay?

You are two hours late.

I do not need this.

I do not need to be humiliated.

- Wait. I want to talk to you.

- No.

Hey, you!

I will take you for coffee and explain.

What's the big goddamn deal?

You, take me anywhere?

That's a big laugh.

- Look, maybe there is a reason.

- Hey, I'm talkin' to you.

Hey! Take a walk, flash.

All right? Go on.

Hey, watch out, baby!

I don't know the reason.

I don't want to hear the reason.

There is no reason.

That's all.

What's the big goddamn... Look, you

were lookin' forward to this. All right?

Come on.

- Get in the car, darling.

- No!

Wait a minute!

- Hey!

- My God!

Oh, man!

- What did I do?

- Why did you push him?

Look, in what I do,

there are sometimes pressures.

What the hell

do you think that I do?

Come on, come on!

Come on! Every morning I walk in

for five months, say hi.

What the hell

do you think that I do?

You sell little f***in' cars,

that's what you do.

I wear $150 slacks!

I wear silk shirts!

I wear $800 suits!

I wear a gold watch!

I wear a perfect D flawless,

three-carat ring!

I change cars like other guys

change their f***in' shoes!

I'm a thief.

I've been in prison.

- So what? I don't care.

- "So what"?

- Don't tell me...

- I never even told my wife that!

- I don't care!

- Who is now gone.

- Did I ever come on to you?

- No.

- Well, you see?

- See? See what?

See... I am a straight arrow.

I am a true-blue kind of a guy.

I've been cool.

I am now unmarried.

So let's cut the mini-moves

and the bullshit...

and get on

with this big romance.

What?

I don't believe it!

Do you think I have been waiting

for you to come along?

What is this sh*t?

You think I'm kiddin'. I can tell.

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