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To tell you the truth, I never was much for the holidays.

It'd been forever since I'd known a holiday...

since I'd seen my family..

Since I'd been with a girl, since I'd driven a car

You see, cars are what put me here..

Iron Mountain, maximum security,

I was riding a hard five for grand theft auto.

Meanwhile, my esteemed raping and murdering colleagues...

were up for parole at three.

World works like that sometimes.

All the time, in my experience.

That's me, Rudy Duncan, menace to society, on the left.

The guy on the right's Nick Cassidy my best friend

Back then, we were both looking at three days to a new start.

That's what you talk about in prison.

How you're gonna get it right.

How you'll never make the same mistakes.

We wa lk outta here, we hit that road...

what's the first thing you're gonna do?

Hot chocolate.

- What? - That's the first thing I'm gonna do.

I'm gon na go out a nd get myself a mug of hot chocolate.

And a piece of peca n pie.

That's right. A piece of peca n pie.

Yeah.

She's gonna be out there, man.

She's gonna be right there waiting.

She got us a motel on H ighway 5.

Lock ourselves in the whole week...

drin kin' wine, ta kin' baths, man.

Yeah.

You know, N ick, a ll those pictures she sent?

You sure that's rea lly her in the pictu res?

I did hea r sometimes these girls send pictu res that's not rea lly them.

It's like their prettier cousin or somethin' like that.

Why you gotta say a thing like that, ma n?

- I'm just sayin'- - Why you gotta say a thing like that?

I'm just sayin', maybe I shou ld take her out.

Spend a day or two with her. Make sure she's the right girl.

Just a day or two. Maybe a night or two?

Whatever it ta kes. Just ma ke sure you're gettin' the right mercha ndise.

- You know? - You know what?

E njoy you r hot chocolate, Rudy.

I think I'I I ta ke my cha nces with Ashley.

Yea h, I figu red. I figured.

- Hold it up close. - Pop gate three.

Oh, shit!

- What's up? - Ala mo's back.

Don't look like he missed the sun light.

Bro, I'm fucked.

Pincher said he th in ks I'm the one who ratted him out for beating up Creed.

'Cause I was there, he thin ks I'm the reason he ended u p in solita ry.

Fuck, Rudy.

Move out!

And stop!

Move in!

Listen to this.

"I've made my list a nd I've checked it twice.

As long as you're na ughty, it's gon na be nice.

All that gets me th rough the day is to close my eyes and imagine holding you...

kissing you, touching you.

Because I know I'll feel at that moment...

I've found the reason for my whole entire life."

She sounds pretty mature for 25.

Yea h!

You grow u p in Detroit, you get matu red real q uick.

Yeah. Either that or those pictures a re 10 years old.

Sure as hel I don't ma ke me miss M illie Bobeck.

G uess I owe M illie, though.

If I hadn't been rol ling her...

I would've never ended up here.

Yea h. You had n't have cracked that guy's head open...

you never wou ld've found true love.

Jea lous.

You know, N ick, what if she sees you a nd, you know...

you just don't do it for her, you know, I mean physical ly?

She just- It's not there. What a re you gon na do?

Well, me a nd her, we got a con nection.

Jesus Christ. Get this fuckin' sh it out of my face.

You should've written to that magazine, Rudy.

I shou ld've, yeah.

I'm gonna walk outta here. I'm gon na wa lk right into a relationship.

And you, my friend, wil I wal k out with you r bus fare.

Searching for the d ru nkest skirt in the room.

That's right. "Morning, gorgeous. More eggnog?"

Shou ld've written, Rudy. You'd have got you rself a girl.

Yea h, shou ld've done a lot of things.

All I want is just to make it back to Sidnaw...

sit down for Christmas dinner...

sleep in my old bed...

watch some bal I games with my old man...

eat leftovers for about six months.

I thought you hated that place.

Some of my dad's Christmas tu rkey.

Yea h, what ma kes you thin k your dad'll forgive you?

Well, he said I'd pay for it.

You know?

Me and my easy money. That's what he ca lled it.

After wasting five yea rs of my fuckin' life...

I'd have to say the guy had a point.

Five yea rs, man.

I did my time.

I just want to go home.

Keep the line movin'.

- What's this? - Holiday Jel I-O.

- What's this shit in it? - Swal low it and you'll see.

Just so you know...

this ma n and I a re outta here in two days.

So wh I le we're in ha ling London broil and lobster bisq ue...

you're still gonna be sta nding here...

smel ling up the mystery cream fuck.

Who's in prison now?

- Ala mo, ma n, it wasn't me. - Back in line!

- It wasn't me. - Two days, ma n. Come on.

Remember how her brother's a truck driver down there?

I'm thinkin' he might be a ble to get me some work.

What work, secu rity?

I'm through with that sh it. Ash ley's right.

I gotta start doin' someth ing I got a stake in, get a business going.

I don't know, man. I been in the business world.

Hot-wiring cars, Rudy, does not qua lify you as a sma ll business.

"Chop-shop consu ltant" doesn't work on a resu me.

I always wanted to be the boss of something, you know?

Have people working for me.

Man, what's wrong with you?

Monsters... in the gelatin.

- It's just a roach, Zook. - Yea h, it's protein. It's good for you.

Monsters... in the gelatin!

Ca lm down.

There are monsters in the gelatin!

Hey, Zook! Sit the fuck down!

Monsters... in the gelatin!

Look at th is shit!

Hey! Jesus!

Sit down!

Son of a bitch!

You eat this shit!

Get down! Don't move!

Stay out of it. Stay out of it, Rudy!

- You want some fucking monsters? - Eat this, cocksucker!

Two days, man.

Fuck!

Don't move!

We had nothing to do with it!

Rudy, watch out!

Cassidy's down! Cassidy's sta bbed!

Ash ley. I gotta be there.

Oh, my God!

- Rudy, Ash ley. - You're gon na be al I right.

- Hold on, hold on. - Ash ley's gon na be there.

G uard! Jesus, guards!

N ick, you gotta be-

G uard! G uards!

Jesus Christ.

- N ick. N ick! N ick! - Get him outta here now!

N ick! N ick! N ick!

Nick! Nick!

Well, at least he won't be comin' back.

You need some company tonight, Rudy, you just give me a hol ler.

Shut the fuck u p!

You gonna ta ke that from him, Rudy?

You gonna do something, Rudy?

Yea h, I wa nt some compa ny too!

Open outer gate.

Your world and welcome to it, you d umb fucks.

Don't be a stranger now. We'll keep the lights on for you.

Over here!

H I!

Over here. Hey, how you doin'?

"And all that gets me through the day is to close my eyes...

and imagine holding you, kissing you...

touching you."

Don't do it, Rudy. Don't you fucking do it!

Jesus Christ.

Are you Ash ley?

I'm N ick!

How's your coffee?

It's good.

Geez, it's got to be about 10 degrees out there.

The radio said negative five.

- Negative five? - Yeah.

I don't th in k it's negative five.

The radio said.

Well, windchill, you know, is proba bly what they meant.

Windchill factor.

Yeah.

Look, Ashley, I'm sorry.

I was scared that I was gon na wa lk out there...

a nd you were gon na take one look at me a nd just... tu rn arou nd.

I was scared I was wa lkin' into hea rtache.

All those letters, those words, a nd you have a picture in your mind.

I was scared you'd see me, a nd I just wou ld n't be that...

picture that you had in your mind.

I figu red you walked outta there a nd saw my clothes or something...

a nd you just wa lked right the other way.

You know, maybe you saw my coat or my hair-

Hey, I like your coat!

Maybe you-

Maybe you saw me a nd I did n't-

Ash ley, no. That was me.

I thought you said you had cu rly hair.

I do. It's very curly.

When it gets long, it's rea lly curly. But I cut it short.

I can grow it back out again, if you want. I can get it pretty bushy.

No! No, no, no.

I want you to be who you wan na be.

Do that again.

What?

Smile like that.

Come on. One more time.

God, I have been d rea ming a bout that smi le...

for so long...

Ash ley Mercer.

You're better tha n the pictu res in my mind, N ick.

You're real.

Can I ask you someth in'?

Is this the first time you ever done somethin' like this?

Look at you.

You're so pretty, sweet.

Why were you writing to a guy, some con, you don't even know?

I told you, N ick. Remember?

Tel I me again.

All the guys I've ever been with...

they never wanted to get to know me.

Who I am... inside.

They just wa nted to... get inside.

A guy like you, N ick.

God, I mea n, six months before you could even touch my face.

I figure a guy like that...

is gonna have to work to get to know me some other way.

But when I read what you wrote to me...

I said:

"Here's a guy they say is a crimina I, but he's not.

Just protected his girl.

Somebody got killed, but he's not a kil ler...

'ca use he did what he had to do to save somebody.

And the world just didn't see it that way."

State of M ichigan, a nyway.

You wrote me some wonderfu I things, N ick.

It wasn't a ll me, you know.

Yea h, it was a ll you.

The guy I was in with, you know, he helped me with some of the roma ntic stuff.

He's a good guy, actually. You'd like him.

I'm ta lkin' about the hea rt, not the words.

Yea h, well...

some of the hea rt might've been his too.

Yea h?

He shou ld've signed his na me.

Then he'd be here right now.

Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho!

- Merry Christmas, Sa nta! - Leave Sa nta a lone!

Provisions, N ick.

- What? - Provisions!

Oh, we a re going to be na ked, d rinking cold champagne...

but we are not leaving that motel room til I after New Year's.

Okay, well, I think we got enough stuff.

Come here. You need a coat.

No boyfriend of mine is gonna wa lk a round in a negative five degree wind chill...

without a good-looking goddamn coat.

But you a lready got me a ll this stuff. I didn't get you a nything.

N ick, you got out. You're here.

You're my Christmas.

It's $200, Ash.

I know! But you forget where I work.

- Bea uty and fragrances. - Yep.

Fifty percent off, my friend. Ho, ho, ho.

Just till the holidays, N ick.

We'll let her have her holidays.

Then we'I I tell her.

Attention, shoppers-

- Hey, N ick. - Yeah.

You know what I was thinking?

What?

Well, after our little holiday hideaway...

maybe instead of going back to Detroit...

we can go gambling.

Don't you think that'd be fun?

You know, d rive up to that I nd ian place you used to work at.

I don't know a bout that.

What are you talking a bout? I haven't ga mbled in forever.

I got some luck, you know?

Blackjack, N ick. Blackjack I'm good at.

And they'd give us some free ga mes, wou ldn't they, since you worked there?

I worked security.

I don't thin k they're gonna be rol ling out the red ca rpet for me.

Yeah, slots- Whoo! Baby, a m I good at slots. You don't even know.

It wou ld be so much fu n. Come on.

You can't be good at slots. You just pu ll the hand le.

No, but we'll wa lk in there like high rollers.

You know, it'll be fun.

Look, Ash, we're not going a nywhere I used to work. Okay? That's it.

Okay. I'm sorry. I just-

You know, I thought maybe you had friends there...

a nd you'd like to see them.

It's okay. Look, you know, I've been in prison for two years.

Those guys rea lly don't wa nt to see me. Trust me.

Well, they don't know what the hel I they're missing.

I'm gon na tell them not to bother us for the rest of the year.

When I get back in that room, you better be wearing nothing but a candy cane.

I have no gifts to bring

A gift to give a King

I've got a girl-

H I, N ick.

Shit!

I owe you a drin k!

Welcome home, N ick.

Look, man, you don't know me.

Oh, I know you.

- I know you real well. - You can't.

The hel I I ca n't.

- Watch out, baby! - Ashley!

I'm bringin' in the tree!

Looks like somebody's been havin' some fun.

Hey, sis, happy holidays.

You bastard! No!

- Take it easy. Don't hu rt her. - Right. Sorry, Monster.

So...

this is the guy you've been waitin' for, the man of you r dreams.

Ga briel, what are you doing?

I read a lot about you, N ick.

Ga briel, what are you doing here?

I read you're a man of some knowledge.

Gabriel.

A man of some travels.

Look, man, I'm not h im.

Whatever you want from N ick, you got the wrong guy.

N ick?

No! No!

Who are you now?

I'm not him, man! She just thinks I'm N ick. I'm not h im.

Put h im in the truck.

Wa it a min ute! I was in the joint with h im.

That's how I knew about him a nd her. I took his place.

You what?

Okay. I got out. N ick did n't.

I knew about her letters, a nd, Jesus Ch rist, man...

whatever you wa nt from N ick, I'm not h im, okay?

I just wanted to be.

You're not N ick Cassidy?

No, man, I just shared his cell.

But you were saying you were.

Yeah.

So you cou ld get with my sister.

Yeah.

So you cou ld get down her chimney.

Yeah.

And you think tellin' me that's gonna help you r cause.

No!

No! No!

Is this him?

Please don't h urt him, Ga briel. Don't!

Is this the fucker you been writin' all yea r?

Don't! Please, don't.

- Is this N ick Cassidy? - Yes!

Yes! Yes!

Well, he better lea rn to give you some respect.

- Get her outta here. - No!

No!

Ma n, they got a shitload of cookies.

Take 'em.

What a bout the tree?

You want the tree?

Yeah.

I read your letters, convict.

Don't play no reindeer ga mes with me.

He read you r letters.

One day I wasn't there, a nd he came in.

Jane tried to stop him, but he read you r letters.

What letters?

He knows you worked at that casino.

What?

Oh, my God, you set him u p!

No, no, I didn't. I did n't.

When did you decide to do it, Ash?

After which one of his letters? What, the 40th? The 50th? The first? What?

- No, N ick, you're not- - Look, I'm not N ick!

Okay? You thought you'd fuck him over?

Shit! G uess what? He fucked you!

Because I never worked in any casino, a nd I can't help you beca use I'm not him!

No, you don't understand. I love you!

Jesus Ch rist!

Hey, hey, watch you r mouth. It's Christmas.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

My brother has killed people. I know this.

You don't know him. You don't know what he's ca pable of. He will ki ll you.

If you keep tel ling him that you're not you, he wil I kill you.

Says here the reta I I ind ustry does 50 percent of its business...

between December 1 and December 25.

That's ha If a year's business in one month's time.

It seems to me an intelligent cou ntry would legislate a second such gift-giving holiday.

Create, say, a Christmas Two, late May or ea rly J une...

to fu rther stimulate growth.

Ever since you been goin' to night school, you been giving me headaches, J u mpy.

Christmas Two.

"My sweet, sexy Ashy-lashy.

I have been drea ming of you constantly...

a nd knowing you a re out there makes these wa lls...

not seem so close or so strong or so cold.

Someday I'm gonna take you u p by La ke Superior.

Before I went in, before goddamn M illie...

I used to work u p at this casino...

working security.

I used to watch for people stea lin' ch ips, cou nting ca rds...

getting piss-drunk, that kind of stuff.

I ndian place. Easiest job I ever had."

You're a good writer, N ick.

I give this writing... an A-plus.

You just tell us what we need to know...

and you two kids, you get to go live ha ppily ever after.

You give me little nieces and nephews.

Listen to me, man. I never worked at a casino.

No, N ick.

Just shut up.

That guy who wrote that letter?

That's N ick Cassidy.

I was in the joint with h im.

He rode a two-year mansla ughter bit...

for killing some guy who was bothering h is girlfriend in a bar.

He's dead. He wrote those letters. He worked at a casino.

Me? My last job was at a Quick Lube.

I did five for lifting cars.

That's it. He was my cel I mate. That's how I know h im.

I'm not him. I'm sorry a bout your sister.

I just got out of the joint.

I just wa nna- I don't know anything.

I don't remember anybody. I just wan na go home.

Bu ry this guy.

- No. Ga briel, no. - What?

Gabriel, you promised.

I promised that when he helped us, we'd be gone.

When he hel ped us. This guy doesn't wa n na play.

No, you promised me!

And you promised me you'd get your sweetheart to hel p!

He'd rather die... than be with you.

He'd make a fucked-up boyfriend a nyway.

Bu ry this guy a ll over the place.

No. No! Gabriel, no!

Shut u p!

Don't get no blood on my shoes.

All right, a ll right, all right. What do you wa nt to know?

About the casino, the Tomahawk?

Jesus Ch rist, what do you wa n na know?

Six months writing love letters, my pen pal fucks me over.

Than ks for the stamps, Ash.

All right. What do you wan na know?

Everything.

N ick, I love you, baby.

N ick, I love you.

Hey.

She said she loves you. Say something.

I had better sex in prison.

Th row him back in the rig.

Monster, he's not the guy.

Whole time you were drivin', he was tellin' her he's not the guy.

He's not the guy.

I understand why he'd tel I us he's not the guy...

but why wou ld he tel I her that he's not the guy?

Maybe he's not the guy.

Look, if I went in the joint with a libra ry card, I'd come out with a library ca rd.

The man who wrote those letters loved Ash ley, boys.

He lived for her.

Where's she work?

What?

Wrote you a h ind red letters, didn't she? Where's she work?

Lindstrom's, beauty a nd fragrances.

What's her middle name?

Samantha.

What'd they ca ll her in high school?

Bam-Bam.

- What'd they ca ll her in col lege? - What col lege?

- What's her greatest fea r? - Brother.

Wrong. It's d rowning.

Wrong. It's her brother.

That's love.

It's time to start ta lking...

N ick.

Time to start telling ta les.

Get him up here.

No, no, no! Fuck that!

N ick doesn't do anything till N ick gets something for N ick.

You got it? I wa nt some hot chocolate.

You wan na hear about some job of mine?

I wanna see some goddamn hot chocolate...

a nd some peca n fuckin' pie!

Sure nice pie.

So, when you worked there-

You knew the place-

Okay.

You know what?

I could rea I ly go for some onion rings.

You said ta lk. That's a ll you sa id. Ga briel, you said you wa nted to ta lk.

Shut u p!

You just sa id you wa nted to ta lk to him.

You can't choose you r fa mi ly, Ash.

U n like friends and lovers, that does relieve you...

of the burden of worrying you chose wrong.

- How much money is in that casino? - Hard to say.

Wel I, take a guess.

Five mil lion?

Jesus.

- You wrote Ash a letter with a story... - Come here.

A bout working Ch ristmas Eve.

About how they send ha If the secu rity guys home.

Nobody's comin' in and out.

And the rest of you are gettin' shit-faced. That a true story or not?

Ch ristmas Eve.

We're taking down that casino, convict.

And you're the guy that's gon na tell us how.

That's what we can see.

Now, you tel I us what we can't see. Where the private doors go...

where the a la rms a re, what the u pstairs looks like, al I of it.

That's not the Toma hawk.

What the hel I a re you ta lkin' about?

What's this, the cage? I mea n, the cage is over here.

This whole thing's mixed up.

- That's what it looks like, Romeo. - Since when?

I mean, what's this?

That's the prime rib buffet. $5.99.

Buffet? Buffet is over here by the bar.

I mean, this ma p looks like it was made by a bunch of retards. It's al I wrong.

Stop it.

It's my ma p, you little shit!

Now, we cased the place. We saw it.

Yea h, and I worked there, for a year.

The map is kinda messy, Monster.

They must have remodeled the place.

- What? - Big guy, the boss.

- The guy that ran the place, was in cha rge. - Jack Ba ngs.

Jack Ba ngs! Was a lways ta lkin' about giving the place a makeover.

M ust've gone ahead a nd done that while I was in the Mountain.

I mea n, this thing's a ll changed arou nd.

I can't help you with this. I don't know where security or anything is.

I have no idea.

Look I don't ca re about the pa ncake brea kfast.

You wanna know about money, right?

Okay. Where you got the buffet down here? That used to be Bangs's office.

And he kept a safe in there.

And that safe had a ll the money that he was skimming in there.

- And it was ca lled the powwow safe. - Powwow safe?

Yes, powwow safe.

'Cause he was stea ling money from the tribe.

The guy had thousands in there. M illions proba bly.

M illions? I n the powwow safe?

M I llions.

But, I mean, you know...

it's just that now you tell me his office is moved.

God knows what else is different. You know?

The security.

You want me to show you what goes where. I have no idea!

Well, I guess we don't need you then.

Wel I, not necessa rily.

Because, if you get me inside, then I know where the money moves.

I know the security routines. I know their signals to each other.

I know how they operate.

You get me in there...

then I can work with this map, a nd I can tell you if a nything's cha nged.

Wrong, convict.

You walk in there, they recognize you.

So what?

If they recognize him, they'll remember him when the job goes down.

- They won't recogn ize me. Trust me. - Why not?

'Ca use you're gonna get me a disguise.

Look, I give you the wrong information, you shoot me, right?

I mean, it's pretty simple.

Now, you got two choices- You can either get me in there...

I can take a look around a nd case the joint, check out secu rity...

a nd I can tell you if I can work with th is map...

or you ca n just shoot me right now.

Wait a minute. What's this? What happened to working together?

- You rather be back in the Mountain? - M ight as well be.

You don't get 50 channels in the Mou nta in.

Tomorrow you got singin' for you r supper to do.

I've always looked on Christmas as a good time.

Help yourself.

Sure, ta ke that. I don't need it.

It's the only time when people open their hearts freely..

The only time when men and women seem to realize...

that all human beings are really members of the same family,

Da mn it!

N ick. N ick.

Let me help you.

Get you r own room, Ashley.

- Let me help you. - Get you r own room.

He said when you come out, he wa nts to ta lk to you. That's al I!

I thought he meant after New Year's, back in Detroit.

But you knew what he wanted. Right?

I thought we had more days.

For what? What are you gonna do? Tal k me into helping?

What, did he promise you some of the money?

- No. - Shit, you shou ld've at least gotten that.

Get you r own fucking room.

Ch rist, you know how I hate him. You know how I feel a bout my brother.

How fucking stu pid a re you?

What did you think's going to happen?

This thing's gon na be over, a nd he's just gon na let me go?

He's going to shoot me in the back of the head like this.

Or I'm back in prison for the rest of my life, and that's it for me.

This is my life too, you know. This is not just about you.

You think he's just gonna let me wal k?

You think he's not gonna take this out on me?

I'm in this too, and I'm rea lly sca red.

Please!

Oh, Jesus.

N ick. N ick.

Do you remember al I those letters you wrote me?

About me and you aga inst the whole world?

We ca n still have that.

We ca n have it a ll if you just give him what he wa nts.

Why do you have to keep fighting him?

Why ca n't you just give him what he wa nts? Why?

Why?

God!

You know, it's just my luck.

I fina lly meet a boy that I'm crazy about, a nd my brother wants him worse tha n I do.

What do you wa nt from me? Sympathy?

I don't feel bad for you.

Why did n't you tell me your brother was a crimina I?

Ga briel knows some guys in M ia mi and New York-

G uys that he helps get guns to Detroit.

That's it. That's all I know.

- That's who he's working for on this one? - No.

He doesn't wa nt to work for a nyone.

Wel I, what's the last place they took down?

What?

Monster and h is merry men- What's the last place they robbed?

Who they ripped off. What did they do?

I don't think they've robbed a nywhere before.

They d rive guns.

They've never done a robbery?

Real ly?

N ick.

- We can get out of this. - There's no "we," Ashley, okay?

- Hey! - We get rid of them and we-

Get your own room!

Go! Leave!

Fine.

But if I told you what he wa nted, you wou ld've been gone.

You wou ld've gotten on that bus, a nd you wou ld've stayed on it.

And if that ma kes me selfish, then I am selfish.

If that makes me a liar- God- I a m a liar.

But I have been dea ling with my fucked-up brother...

and his fucked-u p friends for way too long.

And I a m stronger tha n him now.

Because he showed u p for money...

a nd I showed u p for love.

Sing it to somebody who gives a sh it.

You're so quick to ma ke me you r enemy?

Then tell me something, N ick.

Tel I me- What did you show u p for?

What did you rea lly wa nt?

With me?

No. M iss, miss, miss, miss.

Oh, man.

Wel I, well.

- You still got the touch, Monster. - That's right.

Look what Sa nta's dwa rves have brought you.

What do you say to Sa nta's dwa rves?

It's elves, bro.

You say "Thank you."

A cowboy.

You're sending me into a n I ndia n casino d ressed like a cowboy.

- Thought this through entirely? - It was that or a ballerina.

Wel I, I mean, I'm gon na need some money. It is a casino.

Ten bucks? What a m I gon na do with 10 bucks?

Don't tip.

Look, if we're gon na be workin' together...

you shou ldn't send me in there like the Lone Ranger with 10 bucks to th row down.

You want me to not get noticed.

Not gettin' noticed costs at least a cou ple hund red.

Ante u p, boys.

Don't lose.

Yea h. Do I get, like, a country-western name, or are we just gon na-

You get recognized, you get a country-western fu neral.

Come on. Come on.

Get you r ha nds off me!

Are you ready to go ga mblin', da rlin'?

Here. She is now.

All right. You a I I keep an eye on my guitar now.

Who's robbing who here, Gabe?

Get in there a nd watch them.

J u mpy.

N ick, you're making it rea I ly ha rd to a pologize.

Is that what you're tryin' to do? Say it with ca r keys.

N ick, a lot of relationships start out like this- you know, family problems?

Save it, Ba m-Bam.

Hey. I think I liked you better when you were in prison.

Yea h? Is that why you keep trying to put me back in?

Well, I just think you were a hel I of a lot more understanding.

Wel I, I was a different person then.

As I was saying, boys...

there's an "S" word I'd like to th row into the conversation here...

beca use it's a big pa rt of what's going on, a big element.

The "S" word.

It's a serious matter with serious effects...

so I'd just like to get it out there, th row it out there...

so that we can know about it, talk about it, hea r it...

maybe even do some th ings about it.

- M r. Bangs. - Yea h, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

Snow.

Are you with me here, boys?

Snow.

Now, I'm ta lking big-time, grade-A...

God-qua lity, S-N-O-fucking-W snow.

Now, look, you guys hired me because you wa nted Las Vegas q uality.

I brought it to you.

You wanted Las Vegas press. I gave that to you.

But I cannot give you Las Vegas profits...

until you people get together a round a campfire...

smoke a pipe, and do some kind of fucking spirit dance...

a bout this goddamn snow.

We u ndersta nd the Paiutes' casino saw a profit of $ 12 mil lion last year.

Don't ta lk to me about the Paiutes, okay?

I have it on very good authority they're cooking the books.

The Wyatol la reservation made 17 mi llion.

Al I right, look. Keep th is under your feathers, boys...

but it just so ha ppens that next week...

I'm bringing in a great lou nge act.

Three Russian broads. They al I look like Meryl Streep.

They ca n juggle anything- your house, you r car, your mother-in-law.

M r. Ba ngs.

We're doing the right thing here-

M r. Ba ngs, the tribe is concerned...

that many of your new ideas a re not bringing in a ny new revenues.

I'm putting liquor into drinks.

I'm paying 10 times odds on craps...

a nd I got the girls showing 16O/o more skin.

And by the way, you show me another buffet...

that offers both Coke and Pepsi.

Don't even bother looking, because it doesn't exist.

Okay, so, now, what else do you people wa nt me to do?

So, does it look remodeled a lot?

Yea h. Yeah, it does.

They did a lot of work. This restau ra nt here is the main expansion.

And they moved the games around.

The big guy's office- They d id a hel I of a job with that.

Hell of a job.

Do you know that guy?

Yea h. That's M ike.

M ike. He works here.

Spend some of your brother's money. I'm gon na go look around.

I was just thinking maybe you fellas would like to stick around-

You know, try the $5.99 prime rib.

Thank you.

Couple of ru m and Cokes, please.

You want that ru m and Coke or rum and Pepsi?

Did you keep going?

Bear.

Bea r, give me a bottle of a ny godda mn thing you got. Come on, h urry u p.

Chea p low-bal ling two-dollar fucking bettors.

I can't go back to Vegas, Bear. I ca n't go back. They'I I kill me.

- What does the tribe wa nt? - What do they want?

They want their roads paved with gold is what they wa nt.

Talking to me a bout the fucking Paiutes. The Paiutes a re on the interstate, okay?

There's nothing I can do about that, my friend.

And I certa in ly did n't pick this spot for you r reservation.

- Neither did we. - Yea h, yeah.

Than ks a lot.

Hey, how you doing, cowboy? How a re you?

- Good. G reat. - Jack Ba ngs is the na me.

Hey, listen. Listen, Hopa long, you look like an intel ligent fellow.

Let me ask you something.

Do you think that upstate M ichigan...

needs a nother roadside casino, or...

do you th in k that upstate M ichigan...

needs a n international gaming destination?

- What do you thin k? - Roadside casino.

How'd you hear about us? Radio, TV, cable?

Prison.

Prison.

Place your bets, please.

I can't go back to Vegas.

We won! We won!

Oh, fuck.

What the hel I was that a I I about?

Nothing, man. He just wanted to know how I heard a bout the place.

Just fucking throttle down a little bit, al I right? Ease up off me.

You're welcome.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry. Here, hold this.

What a re you doing?

Security's not a ll that changed. Let me just go clean th is u p, a ll right?

- What was that? - H is face fell off. Ta ke this.

Hey, baby.

G ive me one of those.

- How are you? - Fucking freezing.

How long you work here?

Five yea rs- since it opened.

How long since you r makeover?

My what?

I'm taking a bout the place- The remodeling, moving everything arou nd.

Toma hawk's been the same ever since I sta rted, buddy.

It's the losers that change.

Lying motherfucker!

Go, kid, go!

Hey.

Shit.

Come here!

Oh, man, it's your jacket. You can have it.

- He gave me a h undred bucks. - Shit!

- What the hell happened, man? - The ma n fucked up!

This building is the same from day one! It hasn't been cha nged!

Monster, he was talking to the manager inside there!

There he is!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on! Get him back!

Keep on ru nning, Romeo! Keep on run n ing!

As fast as you go, we'll get there!

We're truckers, motherfucker! We drive for a living!

Help! Help! Help!

He thinks he's gettin' away.

Shit!

No!

Come on. Come on!

We gotta get to those trees.

Oh, shit!

Come on! Get 'em outta there! Come on!

Come on!

- Is she all right? - All right, a ll right!

All right!

At the rate you're goin', I'm gonna have trouble considerin' you family.

Hey there! You folks need some hel p?

- I say, you need some hel p? - Get outta here, man!

- Shut the fuck u p! - Get the fuck outta here!

Wel I, if you need some help-

Gabriel, no!

Gabriel, he won't hu rt us. He won't remember us. Don't do it.

Shut the fuck u p!

No!

Oh, God!

Jesus. Please.

I'm just a fa rmer.

I got a wife and family.

I got a hu nger...

and a headache.

Hey, Monster.

Here they a re! Come on!

Get out of here. Get out of here.

N ick the Trick.

Master of disguise.

I'm surprised you never escaped from the Mou ntain.

What? Yeah. Never tried.

Well...

in the spirit of the season, convict...

I'm gon na give you a chance.

I understand you're unhappy. It's been kind of rough.

You need a little guidance. You're like a wa nderer...

who's just lost h is way in the night.

So we're gonna have a little contest.

We're each gonna get one of these.

Yeah.

Whichever one hits closest to the bull's-eye gets what he wants.

You land closer, you get Ashley. You kids get to go free.

I la nd closer...

then we start getting your help.

May the man who rea lly wa nts it win.

Yea h?

Shit.

You got someth ing to say to me, N ick?

Two out of three?

"What's this? What's this? This isn't the Toma hawk.

No, no. I've never seen this before. They must've given the place a makeover.

Yea h. The buffet was over here. The blackjack was over here.

The bar used to be over here. I don't know. I ca n't help you.

I have no idea. I have no idea."

Someth ing tells me you're not being total ly honest with me.

What'd you tel I that casino manager?

Nothing. Nothing.

You were talking to h im. What'd you tell him?

Nothing. He thought I was some gambler. Nothing.

Maybe someth ing a bout a robbery?

No, man. I swear to God.

Jesus Christ, ma n, He thought I was some ga mbler!

He did n't know me, man!

He did n't recognize me! Jesus Christ!

I've been d riving rigs a long time, convict.

Worked for people who wou ld n't keep me on unless I was d riving 15 hou rs a day.

Tell them I was tired, shit, they'd just hire someone else.

A thousand miles by sundown, or the ga ng don't eat come su n rise.

Shit.

And every road...

every mile... it's nothing but moms a nd pops...

a nd ca r-seat kidd ies giving me that look to go to hell...

a nd get off their ha ppy goddamn h ighway.

So-

So I have worked...

a nd I have slaved...

a nd I have waited...

for the highways to split open and for the rivers to roi I...

a nd for God in the heavens to reach down and show me some sign of my reward-

To grant me with my gift...

a nd say to me, "Gabriel, my son...

you a re done with the road."

Well, convict...

that gift was gra nted.

Look, man, I swear to God.

He just wa nted to know how I hea rd about the place, that's a ll.

He d id n't know it was me, Ga briel. Gabriel, he did n't know it was me.

Please.

Man, Monster, just don't sta rt trying to hit me.

N ick...

I've been trying to h it you.

Because I do not deserve to be in some shit-bag motel...

in the midd le of bum-fuck M ichigan...

throwing da rts at a worth less...

fucking convict!

You know something?

My little sister-

She deserves a world better than you.

Tonight, we're going to ta ke one more look at that map.

And this time...

you better have something worth saying.

Oh, my God.

Jesus Ch rist. What happened to you?

What did you do to him?

Hey!

What did they do to you, N ick?

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck did you do to him?

Bastard. Get out! Get out!

Just get out!

Oh, my God. N ick, a re you a ll right?

Let me see. Let me see.

Oh, God.

- Come here. - Damn.

Come here.

Had some... points to make.

Okay. Baby.

We're going to get you out of these wet clothes. Okay?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Come here.

- Come here. - Jesus.

There you go. Okay.

Al I I wa nted to do was to make it back to Sidnaw...

just have some of Mama's gra, you know...

a nd some of Au nt Lisbeth's cranberry ca kes.

She makes them with real cranberries.

It's rea lly good.

We'll get there, baby.

- Jesus. - We'll get there.

Just rest. Okay?

You saved my life, N ick.

You cou ld've ru n, but you did n't. You saved me.

You saved me.

I saved you 'cause I love you, N ick.

Why'd id you save me?

The guy I was in with...

Rudy, the car thief?

Sometimes I read him your letters.

I mea n, I know they were private, but...

you know.

I'd read them to him, and he'd...

get this look on his face.

I swea r, I think he imagined you were writing to h im.

And I know sometimes, I think...

he fell in love with you too.

You gave a couple of guys hope, Ashley.

Oh, it was a good thing.

We're gon na get out of this together, I promise you.

I promise you.

Ash?

We're gonna need one.

What?

A gun.

We got to find a way to get me a gun.

What?

And I'll need to be inside the casino when it ha ppens.

I can't just be outside drawing some map.

N ick, what a re you ta lking about?

We need to find a way to make me a pa rt of this.

A part of what? A part of them?

Look, Ash, if we're helping them with the robbery...

we got to be doing more than wa lking away.

Like that's win n ing, like that's some kind of Christmas fucking bon us.

You mea n take the money?

Yea h. Ta ke the money.

Look, you want him out of your life for good?

You want a rea I New Yea r to look forward to?

If we're gonna do this, then we ought to do it.

It's Christmas, Ash.

I think we deserve a present.

Sta rt singing, N ick.

I have no gifts to bring

A gift to give

You want to keep fooling around?

Yea h. You wa nt to keep playing? Come on, let's get it on!

- Let me go! - Ca lm down.

You want to keep playing? I got a toy for you.

Let me get my toy.

Yes. Let's play!

- Hey, man. Hey. - Sh ut u p!

Now you get you r pussy ass over here and do what the fuck you're told!

Now when you're spoke to, you listen and answer.

It was a joke, a nyways.

All right.

What you want to do...

is get to the top level up here.

Okay? And you do that through this door on the western wa ll.

You want to get to the security, and then from the security...

you get down into the cashier cage a nd then you go into the cou nt room.

Now, there'I I be a gua rd in there, but he doesn't have a gun.

The door's accessed by a keypad.

The cashier wil I know the code.

What a bout the powwow safe?

That's u pstairs. You'I I wa nt to get to that.

We're gonna get to the powwow safe. That's good. We're gonna get there.

What you wa nt to do is, you got to get a guy in the cage...

a nd a guy on the floor a nd somebody up top.

Then you need a sweeper on the side...

a lookout out front...

a nd somebody watching the back.

So, that's- How many is that? Six.

We got five. Keeping Ash ley outside.

But you need six.

No.

Look, man, I'm not making this sh it u p, you know?

You go in there with five guys...

you're gonna either leave a n exit or an alarm unguarded.

- No. - I know what I'm talking about.

Raise you r ha nd ifyou've ever done a robbery before.

Anyone? Anyone? Who's done a robbery? Ra ise your hand.

Okay.

I have.

You need six, Ga briel.

You do. What are you gon na do a bout it?

All right. I wa nt a drawing of that security level.

Every door, every guard, every ashtray.

Yea h. Al I right.

So, six guys, that's six guns.

No way.

Well, what am I gonna do? I'm no threat without a gun.

- No, you're not. - What's the matter, Gabriel?

Isn't this what you wanted him for?

Areas of expertise?

No guns.

Wel I, you know, fine. It's u p to you.

What you've got to figure out is how you're gonna get u p to that security level...

without anybody knowing anything's wrong.

I can tell you right now, going in there with A.K.s a nd ski masks...

ain't gon na do that.

Well, that part, N ick...

was plan ned out the day I read you r letters.

Oh, yeah. What? We're al I gon na dress up like cowboys?

No, no, not cowboys, N ick.

Not on Christmas Eve.

You gotta be kidding me.

'Tis the season, convict.

Ho, ho, ho.

Coming up at I 1..00 on the Channel 5 news, these top stories.

The search intensifies for a Michigan man-

Here's your Picasso.

Reported missing this morning on the Tallahassee Lake.

- Investigators suspect foul play, - It better be.

Also, lottery fever-

How long have you guys been going out?

- Set us up with free d rinks. - Oh, yeah.

Shit!

On ly guy in the go n club who doesn't keep a go n in his truck.

Shit!

Fucker decided to build him a silicone tongue...

so that the boy cou ld ta lk.

Now, you ever see a motherfucker with a breast-implanted tongue?

This guy I'm ta lking about- black-ass lung is the least of h is problems, man.

He had so much smoke comin' out of his skin, people would say...

- "Hey, where's the ba rbecue?" - Yea h.

No! No!

No. Get away from me, godda mn it.

Get off me! Just get off me. You heard what I said.

Stay away from me!

No. You stay away from me.

Stay the hel I away from me.

You wa nt me to screa m? I'll fucking scream. I swea r to God.

Listen. I was trying to stop h im.

You just about killed me.

I wasn't shooting at you. I was just trying to stop h im...

put him down, shoot him in the fucking knees.

I'm a good shot. I wasn't gonna kil I h im.

Yea h. You're such a godda mn good shot...

that who went through the godda mn ice?

Hey, I did n't put you on that ice.

- You wou ld never have been there- - I just a bout goddamned died, Ga briel.

Baby, I know that.

When I saw you fal I, I could've put the gun in my mouth...

a nd pul led the trigger then.

I know you have to be with h im...

but it is killing me.

Ga briel, we just have to keep doing this a nd-

I'm gon na cut out h is hea rt.

Is he ready for that?

He's helped us do the map. He's done what we need.

We don't need him anymore.

I don't trust the little fucker. We ca n do this without h im.

I'm gon na kill that motherfucker tonight.

No.

Jesus.

You drive me crazy, you know that?

- Hey- - No. You listen to me...

because we have to be smart about this.

The more he wa nts me, the more h is hel p's for real.

He's ma npower. That's a ll he is.

He's just more ma npower.

Ga briel, he wa nts to help now.

He wa nts to rob it. He wants to rob you.

He wants the money?

No, ba by.

He wants me.

Your little sister.

If on ly Ma and Pop-

Could see us now.

- Hey. - What?

You told me this guy wou ld play the game by the n umbers.

Wel I, from where I sta nd, the on ly th ing he's been doing right so fa r...

is fucking my girlfriend.

I don't wa nt you with him.

When I'm with him, I'm wanting you.

All those letters to al I those goddamn cons...

a re final ly gonna pay off.

So don't get crazy, okay? 'Ca use it's working.

He's ou r money man.

- We final ly found one, didn't we? - Yeah.

Oh, baby.

- See you later, assholes. - Who's J u mpy ca lling?

- Ex-wife, proba bly. - Which one? All the ex-wives he's got...

he's proba bly gon na have to take down three casinos.

You track down Gabriel?

Na h. He's with his girlfriend, ma king u p for lost N icky time.

Come on. Hey, let's go get a d rink.

I should go and check on Romeo.

Go smile on the motherfucker in love.

Shit.

You know what? I'I I meet you in the bar.

Fuck.

Come on, give me something.

If I can fucking hot-wire cars, I should fucking hot-wire a hotel door.

Yea h, there we go.

Damn.

Who's slamming doors?

How you doing?

Shit.

Damn.

Hey.

N ick.

Where shou ld we go?

H uh, baby?

When we're gone from here...

when we can do a nything...

where shou ld we go?

I don't know a bout you. I'm going home.

We go together, remember?

Wherever.

Wel I, I'm going home.

Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, my love.

My love.

My love.

Tomorrow's Ch ristmas Eve.

And your cha rges, sir.

Ha ppy holidays.

That's for the h ind red bucks worth of pay-per-view.

That's for the 200 you took out of the minibar.

- That's enough. - It was on my credit card!

I figured since you guys were paying for the room-

So...

you wanted a wea pon, convict?

No! Don't!

Wel I, now, look at what Santa's dwa rves have brought you.

What do you say to Sa nta's dwa rves?

It's elves- Sa nta's elves.

You say, "Thank you," motherfucker.

You hang around with criminals, you end up making a lot of plans.

But all the jobs I ever pulled, all the cars I ever stole...

no plan ever went down the way it had been drawn up.

Plans to escape never worked, and being on parole...

going to the police wasn't an option.

What's the matter? You nervous?

Right now, you're just a truck driver.

You haven't done anything wrong yet.

If you do this, you're gon na spend the rest of your life wishing you had n't.

Thanks for the reminder, N ick.

Relax.

Have a drink.

Ain't that your th ing?

Hey, hey! Thirsty!

This diversion you're doing-

You'd better do it just the way Monster planned...

or there ain't gonna be no more rest of you r life.

And a ll th rough the house, not a creature was stirring.

Why don't you send most of your boys home, Ed?

Tom, why don't you go spend Christmas with your family?

Don, you ca n shove off. Merry Ch ristmas, Jack.

- Good to see you again. - Nice to see you.

Nobody even comes here to cheat.

Ho, ho, ho!

Hello!

Eggnog for everyone. Santa's here.

Good to see you. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

And we'd like some money, please.

We're here to win money. Do you have any money?

How you gentlemen doing tonight?

Very good, Captain, except that we're out of work.

Seasons greetings.

He's from Lindstrom's. I'm from Save-Away.

How you doing?

No more toys for the kiddies, but we do have cha rita ble donations.

All right, fellas, in?

Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?

- E leven. - I'm fucking freezing. What ca n I get you?

- Twenty-one. - Oh, Jesus. You just hit from my ca rd.

I'm sorry, mister.

- Dealer has 18. - And look at that, Gra ndpa.

Yea h. I'm gonna win you r sled.

Save-Away.

Over here. I saved you a seat. Play my ha nd.

- Lindstrom's. How you doing? - Aren't you gon na take those bea rds off?

No, I'm not gonna ta ke these beards off. Th is is my lucky beard. M ind my bea rd.

Watch out for this guy. He's a fucking jinx.

Okay, Sa nta number three, what can I get you?

Cou ld Fat Ma n With Flying Horse get q uarters, please?

- Watch my ba nk. - All right.

Five. N ine.

No way. Pop, goddamn it, you're hitting from my card. No.

- You don't even know what it is. - He doesn't hit.

Why don't you go find a chimney somewhere a nd fal I in, hu h?

Son of a bitch! You a re killing me here.

That's the way it goes.

- There's two more coming. - There you go.

That's what I like to see. Now, that's the spirit.

Jack, is there a union for depa rtment store Santas?

Hey, who the fuck knows?

Then go get another table! For old people! You're old! You're taking Santa's money!

- There is no other ta ble. - Then I'I I open another table!

What kind of a people cheat Santa Cla us?

- What the hell are you doing? - For God's sake!

- Security! - That was Sa nta's money! You took it!

- You're cheating me! - Hey, pa I! Come here, buddy!

Lay down, pop. It's al I right.

- Come on! - Stay down.

Santa Claus is kicking the shit out of your guards.

The secu rity room-

Right at the top of the stairs. Right, right. Take a right. Security room.

Fuck.

That fucking convict. Geez!

Tu rn off the fucking alarm!

What the heck?

Get away from the desk!

Drop 'em!

Put the go ns down!

Drop 'em!

Get down!

Put the go ns down! Put 'em down!

Christ!

Here it is, motherfucker.

I don't like you!

Your piss is a ll you need, Romeo.

Get up! Get the fuck up! Everybody!

It's the on ly time-

Cuff 'em. Cuff 'em! Come on!

Oh, no.

Oh, no, listen, no. No. Please don't do this here, okay?

Please don't do this to me, all right? Listen.

Look, let me tel I you something.

This is just not a nother ca rd clu b, a ll right?

This is the Toma hawk Casino.

We're an internationa I gaming destination. We're in guidebooks.

Show's over.

Move, Godda mn you!

These guys aren't fucking arou nd. Let's move.

Get in there.

Go a head. Just do what my friends say. They're a little bit...

disturbed.

What's the secu rity code for the count room!

Code? What code? Just use the key!

- N ick said code! - Who the fuck is N ick? Who's N ick?

- Drop you r go ns! - Th row your guns down! Show your hands!

Drop that gun!

- All right, a ll right, a ll right! - Drop it now!

You motherfucker! No go ns in the count room!

- Fuck you! - Put 'em u p in the air!

Fuck you!

Shit!

No go ns in the count room!

Forget a bout him a nd get the money!

Forget about h im a nd get the fucking money!

Forget about him.

There's no future for people like you and me, N ick.

The places we come from- bland towns, mill towns, smal I lives.

No future, just more of the sa me.

You wa nt a futu re, you got to stand up and stea I it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

The powwow safe! I want the powwow safe! Where is it?

I can't move back to Las Vegas.

I do not give a sh it about Vegas!

The money is in the car. Let's get out of here right now.

- He won't tel I us where it is. - What?

The powwow safe.

Remember N ick Cassidy? Secu rity gua rd named N ick Cassidy?

Yea h, N ick Cassidy. Where is he?

Ga briel, we have enough money. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Where is he?

Not N ick Cassidy.

N ick Cassidy worked for me two yea rs ago.

Cowboy.

Hopalong.

That's the story of your life, Ash. You fucked the wrong guy.

Rudy Du ncan, honey. We sti ll gonna spend Christmas together?

- You fucking bastard! - Hey, hey, hey.

No! Goddamn it!

You a re lucky, convict.

You're gon na be spending Christmas with the birthday boy h imself.

Wait a minute. There is a powwow safe, a ll right?

There is a powwow safe. I did time with N ick Cassidy, right?

Some shit he told me. Some shit I remember.

He told me the manager keeps a secret stash in his office- a powwow safe.

- Yeah, yea h, yeah. - No! There is no safe!

- He's sta I ling us! There's no safe! - He said it one time!

I overheard it. There is a powwow safe.

He's been sta lling us from day one. There's no safe.

- There's a powwow safe. I heard it. - Then where the fuck is it?

Behind the liq uor cabinet.

Oh, Jesus.

Hey, hey.

- Get up. - Oh, please. Please.

- Get u p. Open it. - I can't go back to Vegas.

I don't give a fuck about that! Get up! Open it!

H urry u p!

Oh, God. I can't go back.

Pow... wow.

Powwow.

Hey, Santa Cla us! Welcome to the Tomahawk!

Oh, shit.

Yes!

Get up.

Yea h. Yeah.

God is good.

Now...

what do you say...

to Sa nta's dwa rves?

You say, "Thank you."

Never make the same mistake twice.

You just did.

The wrong guy.

We took the place down with the wrong guy. Is this Ch ristmas, h uh?

Is this Christmas?

God bless us, every one.

Come on.

Sma rt, a ren't you?

So smart. You're smarter tha n everybody, h uh?

Powwow safe.

A little gift for us in the powwow safe. Wel I, I got a gift for you.

From Pug a nd Merlin and J umpy, you son of a bitch.

You're going where they went.

And they're gon na find you there, a nd they're gonna kick you r fucking ass!

You feel smart? You think you're lucky?

Wel I, let's see how lucky you a re! Come on!

Here's how lucky you are.

You got out of the Tomahawk, into your ca r...

made it ha lfway to Ca nada unti I you ca ught some ice on the road.

Get down there!

Take a look.

By the time you hit the bottom down there...

the whole car was burning like a comet.

M ust've bu rned u p a I I that money too.

Was it your idea, Monster, or was it hers?

Well, she told me about the convict magazines.

Had to figure there'd be some guys in the pen with some usefu I knowledge...

with nobody to ta lk to and nobody to listen...

so...

we just stocked up on stationery.

It's a hard life being a trucker's girl.

Baby. Come here.

- I saved your life. - You shouldn't have.

He rea lly loved you, you know that?

N ick. He rea lly loved you.

Who wouldn't?

Maybe this is where you wanted h im, Ashley-

Some stranger at the bottom of a ravine with a burned-u p hea rt.

Maybe.

But it d id n't ha ppen...

because what you did for h im...

- you made him the happiest he'd ever been. - Shut up.

Get u p. Come on.

Get in the car.

Hey. Hey!

Gabriel.

Don't go getting all noble with me, Rudy.

Guy ta kes a shiv for you, you go chasing his girlfriend?

Don't ta lk to me about greed.

What? What did you say?

I said don't ta lk to me about greed.

No, not about that- a bout you said a guy ta kes a shiv for you.

I never said a nything about a shiv. How'd you know there was a shiv?

You said it. You said the rea I N ick died saving you.

No, I didn't. I said he d ied.

- I never said how. - Yes, you did.

No. I never said how. I said he d ied.

You sa id he was stabbed.

I said he died. I never said how.

You said he was stabbed, that he took a shiv-

A knife, a shan k, whatever.

Ash?

How'd she know there was a shiv?

Ash?

How'd she know?

Jesus Christ.

Men.

Merry Christmas, Rudy.

We made it, ba by.

Oh, yes, we did.

We made it.

Got a little messy, but...

I'll tell you a ll about that once we're on the road.

For you r information...

I never fuck the wrong guy.

So, Rudy...

I want you to meet M illie Bobeck.

Remember M illie Bobeck, don't you?

My girlfriend before I went in.

Worked at that ba r in Motor City where I mansla ughtered what's-his-na me.

See...

M I llie here...

she used to serve d rinks to these gun-ru n ning truckers.

Real big ta lkers...

scheming about a real score one day.

Two yea rs in the Mountain, ma n, what the hel I?

Why not let her get friendly with 'em?

Tel I 'em her real name was Ashley.

Tel I 'em a bout th is idea she had...

a bout writing guys in prison.

Find a sucker who could show them a sure thing.

You know...

they wou ld've never done it without you, N ick.

I mean, Rudy.

I a lways wanted to rob that casino, Rudy.

Way back when I worked there.

What better way than to get some guys to rob it for me?

Paid the Ala mo a hu ndred to put the shiv in me.

He's a lifer, ma n. What does he ca re?

He was su pposed to sta b me in the ya rd later that day...

but when that food fight started, man...

I cou ldn't believe it.

The slash across the ribs, the homemade blood capsu le...

gets you a n ice, warm hospita I bed.

Paid a guard to spread the word I bought it.

And once the wound healed up...

got out of the Mou nta in th is morning.

Tonight, I a m a rich man.

Get in the car.

Keep your go n on him, honey.

How'd you know I'd do it?

Because every time I read her letters, Rudy...

you listened.

Besides, man...

even if you hadn't ta ken the bait...

we'd have still had a shot.

She'd have just had to convince them they cou ld do it a lone.

What do you know? Good old Rudy came through.

Good old predictable Rudy.

Goes for the easy money, every time.

Five Sa ntas walked into that Tomahawk, Rudy.

That's what the witnesses wil I say.

So, we gotta have five Santas not walk out.

Gotta have five.

How ma ny things cou ld have gone wrong? A thousand?

You think we don't know what a long shot is?

My girl M il lie was steering you, man.

You fucked it up, she would've cut and run.

They'd be looking for Ash ley Mercer.

Whoever she is.

Six months of tel ling you Toma hawk stories.

G uess now you know why.

You gave them the confidence to walk in there, N ick Cassidy.

That's a ll we needed you to do.

You said some n ice th ings about me, man.

Appreciate it.

You know what? You're right.

I do love her.

And she-

she loves me.

You had that pa rt right a ll along.

It's Christmas, sugarplum.

Let's light up the tree.

Shit.

Shit.

Write me.

Shit. It's like ridin' a bike. Like ridin' a bike.

Good-bye, Rudy, my man.

N ice spending... time with you!

Rule one- never put a car thief behind the wheel!

No!

No!

Five Santas walked into that Tomahawk, Rudy

That's what the witnesses will say,

So, we gotta have five Santas not walk out.

Gotta have five.

Rudy.

Rudy, you and me, ma n. You and me.

We ca n split the money, huh?

Rudy, that whore, M il lie Bobeck?

You think I was serious a bout her, ma n?

I was gonna kil I her!

You gotta believe me.

You gotta believe me, I swea r it.

- Believe me! - Believe this.

Rudy! Rudy, help me!

Rudy!

All I wanna do is make it back to Sidnaw..

Sit down for Christmas dinner..

Watch some ball with my old man...

sleep in my old bed..

Have leftovers for about six months...

eat some of that Christmas turkey,

like I said, I never was much for the holidays-

until now