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The company'll be eating interest|big time, especially on this haul.

He'll make it.|He'll make it.

George Rittenhouse, line three.

George Rittenhouse,|line three.

Yeah? What?|Oh, no. I'll be right there.

- Deborah broke water.|- Hey, good luck.

- Good luck!|- Thanks!

So why didn't|you want to get into it?

- Bastard. Who?|- Somebody.

- Since when?|- Since before the beginning.

- Hello. Myself speaking.|- That was a really stupid thing to do.

- Don't ever show up again.|- Rach! Where are you?

- I'm in my car.|- What happened?

I was waiting and you never showed|and then you're f***ing married.

- What the hell is going on?|- I don't have time|to play games with you.

Why didn't you come?

It is idiotic to be having|this conversation after what happened.

- What are you talking about?|You owe me an explanation.|- Michael.

- There's nothing to explain.|- You haven't told me|why you didn't show.

- I shouldn't have to.|- What the hell happened to you?

All right, let's just get this|over with. Where are you?

- I'm in the Salem Street house.|- Oh, God, you're kidding.

- You're renting it?|- Yeah.

You don't do anything halfway,|I'll give you that.

- I'll be there in a minute.|And no funny stuff.|- Fine.

- Chambers.|- Yeah?

Thirty dimes on LSU.

- Thirty?|- Yeah.

Okay.

All right, all right,|all right, all right.

Get us a field goal.

- Come on.|- Good call to go for the field goal.

You've got time,|if you make it,

to go for an onside kick. Here's|the kick. It is long, and it is good.

- A tie. I can live with a tie.|- We have a tied game,|with 1:1 to go, at 13.

I can live with a tie.

Come on, Florida.|Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep.

Dropping to throw, Morris.

Throwing to the sideline. Complete.|Out of bounds to Emmitt Smith.

- And that'll stop the clock.|- We're all right. We're all right.

Morris, deep over the middle,|complete to the 45.

- Oh, I can't watch this.|- To the 44-yard line.

They're edging toward field goal range|with that catch.

- Again, Morris...|- Oh, God! God!

- They got a bunch of it.|An 18-yard pickup.|- Come on, come on, come on.

- Thirty seconds remaining now.|Morris is four out of five.|- Hit him!

Hit!

Emmitt Smith going to the far side|of the field. That may hurt them,

- because they may not|be able to stop the clock.|- No more time outs.

They got wrapped up|at the 24-yard line by Jimmy Young.

- They're done.|- They're gonna have a hard|time stopping the clock.

- The game is over, gentlemen.|- Nine seconds, eight, seven, six,

- five, they're at the 24.|- The game is...

He drops back and throws it|away with one second remaining.

I believe the clock is retired,|but they'll give 'em the one second.

They'll give 'em the one second|even though the clock shows nothing.

It's come down to this.

This field goal try...

will be attempted|from about 41 yards.

Here's the snap,|the kick; it's high.

It is long, and it is...|good!

Florida has won|on the final play of the game.

Sixteen to thirteen.

In the final analysis,|it will be the penalties...

and the Tigers' mistakes|that cost them this win,

because they really played well|against the Florida Gators.

I got good news,|and I got bad news.

The good news is I have|till Tuesday to cough it up.

The bad news is I have|till Tuesday to cough it up.

So I have a year to get you|a present, right?

- Yup.|- I figured I'd get you something|you could really use.

Like hemlock.

Happy?

Like an Oscar winner.

You know me.|I like money.

- Not much.|- Beats goin' to jail.

Jail? What's jail|got to do with it?

Ask your brother.

What?|What did he do?

He threatened me.

How? When?

When you left town,|he was pursuing me.

He'd call.|He'd follow me.

This went on|for a long time.

I kept asking him to stop.|Finally he did.

- That night we talked about going away...|- Mm-hmm.

He saw us.

He saw us in the car.

He came to see me.

He said he was still|obsessed with me,

that if he couldn't have me,|neither could you.

He tried to come on to me.|I started screaming at him.

If I didn't|stay away from you,

- he'd frame me for possession|and send me up.|- Jesus.

I tried to call his bluff,|and he pulled out a bag...

and started dragging me|to his car.

Why didn't you call me?

Because when your psychopathic|brother with a badge starts|throwing his weight around,

I figured, forget this.|And forget you.

The Chambers family|is a bad investment.

But why Tommy?|Why marry Tommy?

- He did ask.|- Aw, come on. That's not a reason.

- You asked once.|- Tell me it was the same thing.

Look me in the eye,|and tell me it was the same thing.

He treats me bad.

- Look at my arms.|- Oh, my God, Rachel.

I know they've killed people.|I just know it.

I don't know how|to get out of it.

You can get out of it.

How? I'm married to Mack the Knife.|How do I get out of it?

We leave.

We'll live somewhere else.

I'm good at leaving.|You know that.

He'll find us.

No, he won't.

- What was that?|- Somebody's in the house.

Michael?

In here.

Hi, hon.

You know,

it don't look right.

You... can't exactly say it|looks right, now can you?

It's a risk...

in business that|the people closest to you...

may do you wrong.

Usually I can...|figure out a way to get...

satisfaction.

Let's say they're...|skimming.

Well, they can|give me the money back,

work it off,|something.

I'm... pretty good|at balancing these things out.

But, see, you can't|unfuck my wife!

So I find myself looking|to the outer edges of...

acceptable behavior to...

make myself feel better.

It's not nice,|what comes to mind.

- Tommy, it was my idea to come...|- That's not helping, hon!

I wanted to talk to you.

So the napkin should have|been under my drink.

Now everything makes sense.|I had it all wrong, didn't I?

- That's right.|- I see.

I wanted to make you|a business proposition.

I wanted her opinion first|about how best to approach you.

And she suggested that you...

seduce her|as a way to approach me?

What business could we|possibly have together?

A job.

A job.

A job job?

Yeah.

Why come to me?

You're the only|crook I know.

Is that... polite?

What kind of a job is it, Michael,|that you need a crook?

- Where I work.|- Where you work.

Armored cars.

I work with armored cars.

And?

And every Monday the cars|go to the retailers,

and they collect all the cash|from over the weekend:

Lottery ticket sales|and merchandise sales.

It's taken back to the company|to be verified.

And the whole wad's|taken to the bank.

In one truck.

Could be anywhere from a couple|hundred thousand to a million.

Small bills.

Totally untraceable.

Well.

Hey, school's out.

So what now?

- Well, it's you and me, kid.|- What?

- George collared me.|- Oh, th-that's not fair.|Y-You've been out all day.

What about Casey, Tom?

- Suddenly I'm not good enough?|- No, no, that's not it.

It's just what I said.|You've been out all day.

Aah, it's a short run.

- Number 1, Chambers and Dutton.|- Well, here we go.

Number 1, Chambers and Dutton.

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