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This is the guy that was

snooping around at the prison.

Listen, fellas, we'll all get acquainted

in a minute. Just stand easy.

- I knew it was too good to be true.

- Liz? It's Leo. Send in the cavalry.

Liz, come back.

OK, Leo, I've cocked the sucker.

Take his gun.

- You're a great disappointment to me.

- Just move, Leo.

- You were expecting this, Silak?

- Shut up!

I suppose this means that

the backup's not coming too, huh?

- You said there were two.

- Tyler's out there somewhere.

- Tyler? Who the hell is he?

- What the hell is going on?!

- Call him, Leo.

- Kiss my ass, sweetheart.

Never point a gun

unless you intend to use it.

This right with the safety? Little red dot?

Be careful with those things, all right?

It's an automatic. OK?

Rollie, this is Leo.

It's Lions 8 - Christians 0 in here.

Somebody's pointing a gun

at my head even as we speak.

I think it's time to pack it up.

Rollie?

I guess he's outta range.

Wait. Who the hell

are these guys, Silak?

Yes, she was a fine Catholic girl, Father.

- I don't know what happened to her.

- Shut up, please, Leo.

Enjoy your trip?

You're goin' on another one!

Bon voyage!

- How long is this gonna take?

- Until it's over.

You got the medallions, so pay up.

Put them away to look at on rainy days!

- Shut up, will ya?

- You screwed up, Silak!

You didn't check out

who really owns this place.

- What does he mean?

- You're an a**hole, McCarthy.

Do you think this place

belongs to some fence?

These guys look like

art collectors to you?

This is a Mob safe house, Neely.

Nobody said nothin' about the Mob.

Their money's the same

as anybody else's.

So when do we see it?

All right.

Old bills, as you requested.

It'll take you a while

to count to ten million.

Ten?

Jesus! Here we go.

What did he tell ya, kid? Five?

Or was your end just supposed

to be parole and carfare?

- You son of a b*tch, Silak.

- You were gonna get half the ten million.

Bullshit! I was the one

who got Becker to talk!

Without me,

you and her would be nowhere!

The kid is right, Silak.

You deserve a 60/40 split.

- Shut your foul trap!

- Maybe it should be 70/30.

You went back inside. The words

double-cross come to my mind.

- The word dead man comes to my mind!

- That's two words.

Please!

I apologise for these interruptions.

They'll soon be over.

They are his work. Michelangelo.

Very good.

You know where they have to go.

The boat's waiting.

Yes, sir.

May I go, too?

- Yes. Thank you for your help.

- Thank you.

How about that, Silak?

You tell the chopper noon,

he's here on the button.

Now all you gotta do is get out alive.

You don't think they're gonna

let you walk with that cash?

- Don't listen to him. The money's yours.

- Yeah, sure! Silak, wait.

Before we break up the party,

answer me this.

Now you got these medallions,

what the hell are you gonna do with 'em?

- Who's the buyer?

- There's no buyer.

They're being returned

to their rightful owner.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying the Vatican is behind this?

No. Our associates in Italy have never

condoned crimes against the Church.

This is our way of righting a wrong.

Come on, Neely, let's...

Silak, you dumb sh*t!

They'll fill ya full of holes.

Now hold it a second.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Are we forgetting somebody here?

What about Liz?

Where's her share, huh?

Who's supposed to pay you, anyway?

Mr Pizza Man here, or

Moe and Larry?

Weren't they gonna cut you in?

- Don't be stupid. I'm not in it for money.

- That's enough!

Son of a b*tch! Of course!

You're getting into bed with the Mob,

aren't ya? Huh?

You're gonna be connected

to all that influence and... and power.

Tell me, Liz, what do you get out of it?

DA?

US attorney?

Or was I right the first time?

Are you gonna be the next senator

- from the state of pasta fasul?

- Shut up!

Game's over. Gimme the gun.

Oh, bullshit!

You're not gonna shoot me!

You guys, stay outta this!

It's between her and me.

Don't look at him. He's not gonna help ya.

He wants you to do it. Sure!

He wants you to make your bones,

right now, with me.

That way, he owns your ass for ever.

Is that what you want?

- Gimme the gun.

- Don't.

- Please!

- Gimme that gun! C'mon!

Please!

Let's go.

I...

Silak!

- Damn!

- Life's a b*tch, Neely!

And then...

Jesus Christ!

You call that a small fire effect?

It's not an exact bloody science.

Christ, I stink!

Let's go. The chopper's about to take off.

Yeah. I'll catch up with ya in a minute.

He's messy, but he's fun at parties!

When did you know?

I'm a good detective.

I got lucky.

Big name for a little cat:

- Samson.

- I wondered where the hell that went.

OK, Leo, it's your call.

I wonder if I could kill you

as easily as you killed me.

Now there's the backup you ordered!

I called 'em, too - just in case you forgot.

Why don't you explain all this to them?

Come on, mate, I'm losing him!

Hey!

You're goin' the wrong way!

I said the Nassau County airport!

Jesus Christ!

Where did you learn to drive?

Slow down! Slow down!

Down!

Here, take this.

And keep it steady. Steady!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Like before.

Look, Silak! No hands!

Oh, my God! What are you doin'?

Don't let go of the wheel! Jesus Christ!

- Where is the bloody thing?

- Get it!

My God! We're... We're going...

What's the matter with you?

You've gone... Hey! Hey!

Geronimo!

There he goes!

Silak! You're on your own!

Let's go! C'mon!

I don't know how to work this!

Oh, my God!

Hey! Can somebody help?

Hey...! I'm...!

Oh, God, stay up now.

- It's goin' down!

- It's not supposed to.

- Bluey's sprung a leak.

- You said it would float.

I thought it would!

Grab the bag!

C'mon!

- All right, gimme the bag.

- Here. Take Bluey.

Screw Bluey! Gimme the goddamn bag!

- All right.

- Got it?

Yeah.

Don't forget me!

C'mon, mate.

- Come on, you Bluey!

- Look at Silak go!

I hear it's a b*tch to learn

how to fly those things.

He's doin' all right!

For a clown!

We got a problem. You know how long it's

gonna take us to dry ten million dollars?

These are already dried!

- Tell me those aren't the real medallions.

- They are. I switched 'em!

Rollie, you dumb bastard! The Mob wasn't

stealing 'em. They were returning them

to the Vatican!

Nobody told me.

I wonder if we can find

a decent restaurant?

What do you say we exchange some of

our damp currency and try to find one?

- Good idea. What d'ya fancy?

- How about Mexican?

Real class, Leo. But I promised

Kim and Chris real Italian pizza.

Only one city in the world

has decent pizza.

- Yeah. Sydney!

- Yeah, you're right!

You want a genuine

coin collection from the Vatican?

That's the last thing you need - coins.

- Sorry, pal.

- Come on. Next trip.

Here you are. Let's get on this.

No horse should be pulling him.

Apologise to the horse, mate.

Wait a second!

Hold it! Hold it! Oh, my God!

I got it.

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