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through here.

When I was a kid, I loved

breakin' in empty buildings

and goin' explorin'.

I always wanted

to find some lost

treasure or dead body...

or a ghost so I could get my

picture in the local paper.

"Local kid finds

JesseJames' gun."

Be a big hero.

Yes, sir, when I was ten,

I'd have thought this was

the greatest place on Earth.

When we find that gold,

it will be.

I'll tell you one thing,

guys that built this place

sure knew construction.

It's like the damn pyramids,

gonna outlast all of us.

Here, let's try

on up this way.

Careful, step's loose.

Man, this place

is really wild.

All these stairways

and passages.

No wonder old Eugene

had to draw himself a map.

[Indistinct Creaking]

Hey, you hear that?

What do you think it is?

Shh.

[Creaking Continues]

Behind this door.

[Creaking Continues]

Jesus Christ.

Oh, God, that stinks.

Oh, God, oh.

[Coughing]

What was that you

said about wantin'

to find a body?

What the hell

happened to his face?

Rats must have chewed it.

His hands too.

God, that's rank.

Look, poor bastard even had

his shoes on the wrong feet.

Yeah. Draft in here

is makin' the body swing.

Come on,

let's close this up.

I guess

we gotta report this.

We better find some

local cop and tell him...

Hey, bullshit.

This ain't none of our business.

East St. Louis cops can solve

their own damn cases.

How long you think that

guy's been hangin' there?

Couple of months maybe.

Maybe a little more.

Suicide, I figure.

Suicide? How do you

know it wasn't murder?

Nobody murders somebody

by hanging 'em.

Yeah, but people that kill

themselves like to be found.

They leave notes or somethin'.

What if it was murder?

You've been watching

too much TV, Vince.

You're beginnin'

to sound like Geraldo.

All I'm sayin' is,

I think we oughta report it.

Look, I didn't come all

the way up here to worry

about some old stiff...

who's probably

been dead for months.

You want to report it,

fine. But let's report

it on the way home.

I mean, the guy

ain't goin' anywhere.

Okay. Okay,

I guess you're right.

Damn right I'm right.

I'll tell ya something else

I'm right about.

This is the fifth floor

and behind that door...

that's where Eugene

stashed his gold.

What'd I tell you, Vince?

This vestibule must lead

to where the apartments were.

I'd say old Eugene knew

what he was talkin' about.

Hey, look at that.

Peep slot.

Old-fashioned security.

We're gonna find that gold.

I'm tellin' you

I can smell it.

All right now, here we are.

We're back from

the third window.

I'd make that one the third.

So maybe 'round there, huh?

Let's find out.

[Beeping]

[Beeping Increasing]

There it is, Vince.

I told ya.

Didn't I tell ya it

was gonna be here?

Stand back.

Go on. Go on.

Hit that thing.

Come on, Vince.

[Laughing]

I knew we was

gonna find it.

Come on!

Sh*t! Just some pipe

and an old junction box.

You know, we're probably gonna

find lots of this kind of stuff.

Maybe this is gonna take

longer than we thought.

I'm gonna keep scannin'

the floor. If I get

a signal, you dig it up.

If you see anything,

you let me know.

Okay.

Hey, how come

you get the easy job?

It's my metal detector.

Shi...

[Indistinct Rap]

Dd

Whose wheels, man?

I don't know.

I'm gonna drive

all around this place...

and I better not see any

more cars other than

Wickey's, right?

Why are you goin' off on me,

Goose? I don't know

whose car that is, all right?

Give me a break.

All right, Lucky.

Don't let this

be no okey-doke.

[Grunting]

Hey, Don,

find anything?

Just some more damn pipe.

I'm gonna check

on through there.

Yeah, you do that.

Don! Goddamn!

Get him off me.

Don.!

Freeze, a**hole.

Don't shoot me!

Don't shoot me!

Get up! Get up!

What the hell you doin'

jumpin' him like that?

I piss on him.

I thought

he was a crackhead

tryin'to steal my money.

Who are you? Talk.!

It's my money.!

It's all the money I got.!

What are you doin' here?

I live here.

What you think, dumb ass?

I've been hidin'

ever since you come.

What's your name?

Bradlee.

Guess what, Mr Bradlee?

You're trespassin' here.

You're full of sh*t.

Don't nobody own

these old buildings.

I got a good mind to take

you down and bust you.

Give me a break!

You ain't gonna

bust me for nothin'.

I oughta run your ass in.

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