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- Fine.

- Excuse me.

- What the hell

is she doing here?

- I'm Ryan Miller,

special agent, FBI,

where can I find Eric Hoffman?

- Let me see if he's available.

- No, just point me

towards his office.

- Do you want me to follow her?

- No, I'll deal with her later.

- Eric Hoffman?

- Yes, how many I help you?

- My name is Ryan Miller,

I'm a special agent

with the FBI.

We are here to conduct

an internal audit.

Are you the person

we need to speak to?

- Yes, yes I am.

- Hello?

- This is Eric.

The FBI was just here to

conduct an internal audit,

we're gonna figure out

something quick because our ass

is on the line.

- I don't know who this is,

but don't ever call here again.

- Alright, work

your way inside Johnny.

- Come on Johnny,

- use your jab to get inside.

- More work Johnny.

- Work your

way inside Johnny.

- What's up with you man?

Your head ain't here man.

Looking like sh*t!

Get the f*** out of my gym, man.

You gonna fight right in a

corner looking like sh*t.

- You see that car over there?

- The Hummer, what about it?

- It's been sitting

there as long as we have.

- I'll run the tag.

- Any one of your guys out here?

- Nope.

- Airport rental,

it's not a local.

- What's going on, Johnny?

You been late to most of

your training sessions

and when you are here it's

like your mind is somewhere

else.

A cop was in here

today asking about you,

he wanted to know your

training schedule,

if I knew where you were

on certain days and times.

- Nothing I can't handle.

- God Johnny, what have

you gotten yourself into

this time?

- I gotta get my son

out of here, earnest,

you can appreciate

that more than anybody.

- What did I tell you

when you came to me

for help?

Do you remember?

I said don't let me down,

and what have you done?

You've let me down.

We're done here Johnny.

I'd hoped you'd turn out

different than your father.

We're done.

You're on your own.

- I borrowed money from

a crooked bookie in Vegas

and I bet that i

would win the fight.

And we both know

how that turned out.

- So how do you plan on

paying him the money?

- I was planning on paying him

back after this next fight.

But he increased my debt.

- How much do you owe?

- Two million.

- Well don't look at me,

I'm poor and I'm black.

And even if I did have

the money I wouldn't give

it to a crazy ass

cracker like you anyway.

Sh*t.

- He's been here for a couple

of weeks with his two goons,

waiting for me outside in

the parking lot so they

can follow me when I leave.

If I don't get him the money

in the next couple weeks,

he's gonna kill my son, and

I'm not gonna let that happen.

- How in the hell are

you gonna come up with

two million dollars?

- I've got a plan.

But I need your help

getting out of here.

- I can't have them follow me.

- Here he comes.

- Hello, Johnny.

- I just wanted to

let you guys know,

your front tire, it's flat.

- Oh what the hell is this?

Easy, not yet, not yet,

let's see what happens.

- What the f***

do you think you're doing?

- You wouldn't harm the

hand that feeds you,

now would you?

It's your choice.

You can choose to be all

over YouTube within seconds

or you can get back in the

car and wait for a tow truck.

- If you run, I will find you.

Before I find you I'll do

everything I said I'd do

if I don't get my money.

Just remember that.

- Don't forget to wave,

you're streaming live.

- There a problem?

- I'm with the FBI.

- Gentlemen,

can I get anything else

for you tonight?

- No we're

good, thank you.

- Thank you.

- The FBI is closing in, we

need to disappear, like ghosts.

We can't go home,

can't go to work,

and after we leave

this place tonight,

we can't be seen in public

until we finish this

next job, then we leave

this city for good.

You guys got somewhere to go?

- How long is gonna take for

the FBI to track the money

back to us?

- I don't have a clue.

Johnny have you heard

from the las Vegas bookie?

- Yeah, they're kinda

stuck at the moment.

- What do you mean?

- They were waiting

for me outside my gym,

so I slashed their tire.

- Nice.

We're gonna have to find

a way to deal with them.

Even if they take their

cut, they're always

gonna be hanging over us.

Brendan, you sure you

got a place to lie low?

- I'll be alright.

- Focus on the job

first, then we'll decide

how we're gonna handle it.

Anything else?

- Nah, that's it.

- Alright.

You guys know what to do.

I'll see ya when it's over.

- Johnny and I are gonna

stick around for a minute,

talk some business.

- Joe's never gonna let us be.

Until he has everything.

- Well, we all have

our problems, don't we.

You have Joe and I have

an unfaithful wife.

- Seriously?

You're gonna hold me over

an unregistered firearm?

We're not in Vegas

anymore, Toto.

- Joseph mccray, a

bookie from Vegas,

you've lived a pretty

colorful lifestyle.

Arrested in '95 for assault,

'96 for attempted murder,

served two years

for the state pen.

Out on parole, Dallas 2000,

busted again for fraud

and embezzlement.

Your parents must be proud.

- My father told me,

you do what you gotta do

to support the

lifestyle you deserve.

- What are you doing

in Kansas City?

- I hear they got some

crazy little women here

and I'm gonna get me one.

- No, no, no, let's

do this again.

What the f*** are you

doing in Kansas City?

- They tell me ugly

mother f***ers like you

can get laid around here,

is that true?

Go f*** yourself.

- So you think

Thompson's got money,

and you and the Frankenstein

brothers are gonna collect.

How you plan on doing that?

We found three unregistered

guns in the trunk of

your car, even for an

ex-con like you, pal,

that's a felony.

- That's 15 years Joe, a

mandatory minimum of 15 years,

federal time, that means

no parole and you'll do

every single day.

- I'm running out of time.

I'm tired of f***ing

with lowlifes like you.

So here's what we're gonna do.

You help me catch Johnny

Thompson and his crew

and I'll tell the

atf to back off.

Otherwise I'm gonna watch

you squirm like the little

cockroach you are while

the full extent of the law

comes down on you

like a ton of bricks.

- Can I come in?

- Where have you been?

- The last time I talked

to you you told me that you

might be in some sort of

trouble and that I should

watch my back.

And then I don't hear

from you until now.

- I'm sorry.

Will you hear me out?

- Does it look like

I'm going anywhere?

- I'm gonna tell you

everything that's happened

since I left Vegas and

what I'm about to do

and I need you to promise

me that you'll think

very hard before you

agree or disagree

with what I'm about to ask you.

If you agree, you can never

come back to Kansas City.

And you have to leave

this apartment tonight

but I promise you,

Rachel, I can and I will

take care of you for

the rest of our lives.

- Unbelievable.

You need to listen to me.

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