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little Avery gets home, right?

You'd be surprised the things

I know about you, Kyle,

and what I don't know,

you're gonna tell me.

Like, what's the alarm code?

What's the alarm code?

You know, Kyle, I'm sorry,

I couldn't hear you.

What did you say the code was?

I can't hear you!

What's the f***ing code?

about that?

Yes.

All right. You sure about that?

You're sure about that.

I just wanna be sure because we

really, really hate surprises.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait! No!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

No! No! What?

What? You hear the cops?

You hear anything? You hear a siren?

I don't hear a siren.

You know why I don't hear a siren?

Because there are

two codes here, Kyle.

One that's real and one that acts

real, only it calls the police!

Now, we happen to know your code.

And we happen to know a

lot about you, Kyle.

Please don't f***ing

underestimate us, okay?

Don't waste your time. Get up. See?

This is what we call a

little trust exercise, Kyle.

Now, relationships are

essentially built on trust.

And once that trust is broken,

it's very, very hard to get back.

Isn't that right, Sarah?

What do you want from us?

I don't know. Why don't we

start with everything you got?

Old man has no idea I know the combo.

Do you want some blow?

See that?

There's 100K in there

and a stash of cipro

just in case the terrorists

completely destroy

the financial universe

and mail him some anthrax.

It's unbelievable.

You want some of this?

Oh, no. I'm okay.

Just gonna go see

what Kendra 's doing

maybe or something.

Look. I know.

I like you, too. I do.

And I know you just met

me, but I can tell.

You want this.

You do.

And, you know, maybe neither one of us

exactly saw this night

going like this,

but you gotta ask yourself, I mean,

do you really want tonight to

be about what could've been?

Huh?

Dispatch.

Yeah. I'd

like a taxi.

One moment, please.

Picking up at what address?

Where are you going?

Somewhere I can throw up.

Well... I got

a bathroom.

Watch out for the kid.

Leave me!

Baby, just do what he says, okay?

You know what, Kyle?

Isn't this a little bit obvious?

You have a safe behind your picture.

It's-it's aesthetic.

Aesthetic?

It's not about hiding it from people.

It's a... there's not

a giant safe staring...

Ten minutes.

What are we gonna do?

You know, Kyle? I'm impressed with you.

You have a Benelli

pointed at your forehead

and you still have the

audacity to condescend to me.

Your either really, really

stupid or you're suicidal.

Come on, open the safe.

Open the safe.

Open it!

Now, this doesn't have

to be hard, all right?

Just get in there and open the safe.

Hell, you can probably claim

whatever you get in insurance.

You'll get the cash all back, so

it's a win-win situation, right?

Now, the combination.

No.

No?

No.

One "no" is not an option, Kyle.

Please. Don't make us

be obvious about this.

I don't know it!

I don't know it!

What do you expect to find?

We know things about you, okay?

I told you that, a**hole!

We saw you sign for diamonds.

Lots of them!

I know you've got diamonds in there

smaller than my pinkie Fingernail

that are worth more than

a Porsche, all right?

I don't give a sh*t what's in the safe

as long as you f***ing open it, so

I'm gonna ask you one more time

really nicely.

Open the goddamn safe, pretty please.

Please. Please! Kyle.

Who's cutting them?

You gotta be kidding me.

These diamonds, who 's cutting them?

Kyle Miller.

You really don't wanna

get smart with me now.

You really wanna stay as

stupid as f***ing possible.

I stay stupid, you go to jail.

So, I assume you have someone

to deal with the inscriptions?

Eight. Minutes.

Tell me you thought this through.

You came here to steal diamonds.

You must know something about them.

What does it take to shut

this prick up, Sarah?

Yes, I'll shut up, because

there's another way.

You can learn about the

micro-laser inscriptions

when you're being arrested for

trying to pass off stolen goods.

We're wasting time.

Wait. No. I wanna hear it.

I need to hear it.

No more talking.

No! Don't hurt him!

Anyone with a jeweler's Loupe is gonna

know that the stones are stolen

and who you stole them from.

Every diamond on the market

in the United States

is registered with the Gemological

Institute of America.

The weight, the shape, the grade,

fluorescence and ownership

are documented, filed,

etched into the stone.

You get caught trying

to pass off my diamonds

how soon before they

connect you to my murder?

Open the safe.

No one gets murdered.

Wait. What's he

talking about?

Just-just let him talk.

I need to hear this.

The only way to sell stolen

diamonds is to change the shape,

shave off the inscription.

Even so, if you try to sell recur

diamonds without a certificate,

the buyer's gonna know they're stolen,

he's gonna be the bell of your bought.

And yes, yes, there are several

hundred thousand dollars

worth of diamonds in this safe.

But how much do you think a bunch of, you know,

pardon my French, hooligans

are gonna get for them

assuming you can even find a buyer who's

interested in stolen goods to begin with?

Huh? Ten thousand?? I doubt it.

Ten hundred? Maybe. Probably not!

In your hands, they go back

to being nothing but rocks.

Just-just pretty,

shiny little rocks.

So, I'm gonna ask you again.

Who's cutting them for you?

Every minute we stay

past the first 20,

ups our risk 10%, which is

six minutes from right now.

Kyle.

Why are you telling us this?

Because I'm that guy.

I'm the one who can get the stones recut

without anyone tracing them to us.

We'll be partners.

I'll sell the diamonds, give you the cash.

Report them stolen,

claim the insurance.

Everybody wins and everybody lives.

That is f***ing brilliant.

Let me get this straight.

We take the diamonds

and then we give them back to you?

Look.

We do not need this a**hole

and whatever bullshit he is selling

because there is cash. Okay?

I don't know how much but it's enough

to give this disk jocky a workout.

It's enough to make us tonight's

f***ing lottery winners.

F*** the diamonds.

Let's get the cash and

get the f*** outta here.

All right.

You had your show.

You made your offer.

I refuse.

Now, open the safe.

You don't have any rope, handcuffs,

nothing to tie us up with.

I know what you're going to do.

Open the safe.

No.

You son of a b*tch.

You son of a b*tch!

Please. Please!

Please. Please. Please.

Just put the gun down.

Let her go and I'll open it.

Four minutes.

Do you have any last words, Sarah?

Kyle, give them what they want.

Please. Open the safe!

They'll kill us, Sarah.

They'll just kill us if I do.

It's called trust!

Okay? Trust me, Kyle.

Trust me.

And trust that I will f***ing

kill her, right now if you don't!

You promised me!

Stay there! Just open the goddamn safe!

If you let her go!

That lock is the only

reason we're still alive.

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