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- What can I get you?
- Just a coffee, please.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

How are the eggs?

How are the eggs?

The eggs are good.

'Kay.

'Scuse me, um, can I get
some sugar, please?

This is just, um,
Sweet'N Low and Stevia

and all that kind of thing.

Do you have any real sugar?

I don't think so,
but I'll check in the back.

Okay. Thank you.

Oh, my goodness.

You carry your own sugar?

Demerara sugar.

Gives an almost
umami-type thing to the coffee.

Ooh, mommy. Umami.

I'm Alec.

Oh, hi. I'm, I'm Regina.

Hi.

Sorry. I-If I'm interrupting
you, just tell me.

I-I'm a bit of a Chatty Cathy.

You're good. I'm barely awake yet.

Well, here's to waking up
on the right side of the bar.

Oh, wow. Whiskey?

- Yep. Yeah.
- Good morning.

Helps take the edge off
my job as a bus driver.

This is not my thing. Okay.

But, uh, I'm being a little crazy.

There are no rules
in hotel bars. Right?

They're like international waters.

Um, ex-excuse me.

Can I get, like, a mimosa
or a Bloody Mary?

Bloody Mary. That makes sense, right?

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I mean, you may never do this,

but I, I really never do this.

Well, look at us.

Sorry. I have to ask,

just because that's
the second time that's happened

and, uh, it just feels like
something out of a spy movie.

Spy movie?

No, they're just delivering
work papers. That's all.

Oh. Thank you.

Can I...

- Please. Please.
- Okay.

Get over here.

So, um, what do you do?

I used to make, uh,
travel arrangements

for very wealthy people,

but times are hard

so I've had to pivot,

uh, and I've gotten back on my feet

using some of the
connections that I made

in the luxury travel market.

Doing what for them?

Bespoke services.

Yeah, but, like, what do you do?

I'm being vague because it's...

Illegal?

Is it, is it, though? Is it...

Being a luxury travel agent
meant proximity to a lifestyle

that I was never,
ever going to have for myself.

So, I made a choice...

to do something a little stupid,

a little crazy, and scary as hell

to get a little piece
of that life for myself.

While I could still
enjoy it, you know?

Yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

Never gone skiing.

I've never had a one-night stand.

Me either.

Okay, wild woman.

Your turn.

What are you doing in a hotel bar

at 8:30 in the morning?

- Wow.
- Oh.

Well, I'm here for work too.

I work for a nonprofit
organization for children.

Hm.

We actually provide
free medical care to orphans.

It's the National Orphan Fund.

Seriously? Mother Teresa over here.

No. I'm one of the heads
of the fundraising department,

and we just had our big

all-night bingo tournament last night.

And I have not slept in 24 hours,

but we did raise $20,000.

So, I was going
to deposit the winnings

in this bank down the street.

But, you know, the after
hours chute was jammed shut.

So, just killing time
until the bank opens.

I mean, I love my job. Really, I do.

The kids are amazing.

But I don't have any
excitement in my life either.

It's so easy to fall into a rut.

- It is.
- I know.

And then, next thing
you know, you're 43,

living alone with your pet fish.

I don't travel.

I don't do anything impulsive or,

you know, like what you said,

something crazy and stupid and fun.

I'm...

Well, I hate
to break this to you, Regina.

Call me Reggie.

Okay, Reggie.

You're drinking with a stranger

in a hotel bar at 8:30 in the morning.

This is crazy and stupid.

And a little fun, I think.

This is going to sound, um...

I don't know, too intense maybe.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

But I feel like you came into my life

at, uh, exactly the right moment.

Right when I'm about to make
the biggest, craziest leap.

I don't even know
what a leap like that

would look like in my life.

Now I got to go to my room.

Your room here?

What's so funny?

I just, um...

I just look like someone else.

Like someone who would go
to a stranger's hotel room.

Oh, is that, um...

- What?
- Just...

- Nothing to worry about, just...
- Oh.

...my little buddy.

Okay, let's, uh, let's try this again.

Okay.

Okay.

What's up?

What do you really do?

Please don't tell me
there's paperwork in that bag.

You have a gun.

People with guns don't do paperwork.

What is really going on?

Do you think I'm, like, a cop
or something?

I don't know what you are.

I think you want to tell me
what you're doing here.

I think you want to
share this with someone.

You can trust me.

Okay.

Okay.

But it's going to sound crazy.

So, one of my ex-clients, he, um...

he had a kingdom

that was technically
a part of Georgia,

the country, not the state.

He... had a kingdom?

He was deposed, and, um...

now he's in exile
here in the United States.

He has... billions of dollars

in Georgian lari...

in cash.

He just packed it out
of the country with him.

So, he can't use his lari, obviously.

He's living in a studio apartment

using a billion dollars
of useless money

as a coffee table.

So, I started helping him out.

I get, like, little amounts
of cash together.

I'd meet his bodyguard,

and I'd trade my US dollars

for twice its value.

Then I walk down
the street to the bank,

exchange my lari for US dollars.

Very simple. It works.

And I built trust. He trusts me.

Okay.

I've been doing small amounts,

five grand, ten grand.

But today...

today I'm taking the leap.

Today in that, in that satchel,

I have $400,000 in cash.

All my assets

and as many colleagues
as I could trust to kick in.

In, uh, yep, one hour,

a Georgian despot's bodyguard

is going to knock on that door...

and he is going to make me
a very rich man.

This is the most exciting thing

that's ever happened to me.

I want to see the money.

You want to see the money?

- Yes.
- Alright.

Oh, my God, it's real.

Oh, I have never seen
this much money in my life.

Oh.

Reggie, I want to trust you...

but what if I'm being stupid?

What if I'm being stupid
on the one day of my life

I can't afford to be stupid.

Let's have sex on the money.

What?

Like, spread it out
on the bed and just...

I-I don't actually think that
would be as fun as it sounds.

Well...

I want to be here for the exchange.

- No.
- I, I want to be part of this.

In fact, you should leave now.

If he comes early, he's...

Nope, I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, Reggie.

Listen, we're both a little tipsy

and this whole situation,
it's crazy, it's dangerous.

It's not the real you.

You should go back to your real life.

What if this is who I am?

What if I've just been wrong
for my entire life?

Maybe I should do what you're doing

and just... take a leap.

No.

No, no fucking way.

If I put this in that bag,

in an hour, I'll have $40,000, right?

That's twice as much help
for twice as many orphans.

No.

I mean, yes...

yes, theoretically,
you could double your money,

but there's always the potential
for something bad to go down.

Shit.

He's early.

Shit.

Okay, um, I'm going
to go answer the door.

You go in the bathroom and you wait.

I don't want you in here
when he comes in.

You just go in there and you wait,

and y... and you...
and you lock that bag up.

Reggie, you are a safe,
normal, boring person

with a pet fish.

Don't do anything stupid.

Something stupid.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

What can I get you?

Uh, I guess a beer, por favor.

I'm drinking for two.

No, not like I'm, uh, pregnant.

No, just, uh, me and the Lord.

Oh, and I got this, uh, these, uh...

little breakfast coupon
for some eggs, please.

Okay.

Morning beer.

Morning beer makes
a day a little less clear.

Uh, morning.

How you doing? Morning.

Love another breakfast connoisseur.

Yeah.

Yeah. You know what it is?

I think I just like eating anything

that I know could be fertilized.

Pretty good deal too.

Oh, yes. And, uh, well,
I got mine for free.

See, I do this thing
where I collect coupons

from, uh, various hotels
for free breakfast

and, uh, well, you can
get 'em everywhere.

Yeah. You know.

Different cities, different hotels,

uh, and you can use 'em anywhere

'cause people, well,
they hardly check 'em.

So, I got these eggs from a hotel

- in Beaverton, Oregon.
- Mm.

Hey, uh, well...

I know what I'm doing
at a bar at 8:30 in the morning.

I'm bored, and I got this, uh,
sleeping albatross to offload, uh.

You don't need to know about my life.

What about you?
What are you doing here?

I'm Charlie, by the way.

- Alec.
- Bullshit.

Sorry to say nom de plume,
nom de guerre,

nom de none of my business,
so go ahead.

Weirdly, it's kind of a hybrid

business-pleasure-type thing.

Staying at the hotel from outta town

for a work engagement.

Bullshit.

What? No, it's,
it's not bullshit. I...

I work with very private
luxury clients

who need, uh, privacy.

Bullshit. Man, I really
just don't know

that I've heard this much
bullshit this early in the morning.

- Now, ma'am...
- Ma'am?

- Okay. Miss...
- "Miss" may be worse.

- Look, lady.
- Eh.

I'm sorry, but you start talking to me

and suddenly you're yelling
"bullshit" in my face.

I-I-I... Look, I don't need this.

I'm stressed enough today, 'kay?

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Biggest deal of my life
is about to go down.

Bullshit.

Hey, man, what's going on?

I mean, it's just the two
of us at this bar, you know?

I mean, the stakes couldn't be lower.

You don't need to lie to me.

Anyway, uh...

I'll... I'll just leave it alone.

I'm going to go back to my eggs. Okay?

What... the fuck is going on?

Is this... Is this, like,
the weirdest bust of all time?

Eh? Oh, no, no.

It's just that I, uh...
Well, you see, I have this gift.

I can tell when people are lying, uh,

sort of like a, a human lie detector.

Eh, nice to meet ya.

Let's try this again.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Guy, and I'm a conman.

Ah, I'm Charlie Cale,
and I believe you.

Guys, you got to meet Charlie Cale.

You're not going to believe this.

Hey.

I'm from Abington, Massachusetts.

True.

- My blood type is AB negative.
- Bullshit.

I have a brother named Carl.

Bullshit.

What did I tell you?

Guys! She's amazing. She's amazing.

Ah, true. Thanks.

No, I'm a professional.

I lie for a living,
and your gift is uncanny.

I've never seen anything like it.

Yes. Yeah. Well, thanks, man, uh.

No one's fooled me yet.

- I'm going to be the first.
- Sorry.

But I, uh, I think
I might be foolproof.

Nobody is foolproof.

You're just really good
at recognizing people's tells.

Ah, yes.

That's, um, blushing,

turning your head a certain way,

whatever people do when they're lying.

Yes, I do know what a tell is.

And, uh, well, I happen
to think that people

who talk about tells like
they're science are full of shit.

It is a science and an art.

- A performance.
- Right.

A lie is the contrast between
what you present to the world

and the truth that you're hiding.

And the tell is the friction point

between those two things.

And like any physical reaction,
it can be repressed.

Impressive. A, a guy
who can repress his tells.

You must be amazing in bed.

I, uh...

Yes, I guess theoretically
the world's greatest sociopath

could trick me,
but, uh, certainly not you.

You're just a big old softie.

Game on, Charlie Cale.

Okay, uh, so, you going
to introduce me

to your foreboding pals here?

I take it you're the ringleader.

That's a good guess.

I write the cons.
I mastermind the whole game.

Guy's a genius.

- I'm Manny.
- Hey.

I'm his consigliere
and a stage manager,

and I play the heavy,
I take care of the snacks.

Can I get you anything?

Manny, you can call
yourself my consigliere

when you can fucking spell it.

Yeah, I just, um, I was trying to...

He's the muscle.

This is Gene.

Hi, I'm Gene. I'm the accountant.

Kind of like a numbers wiz,
like in the Ben Affleck movie.

Ah, "Good Will Hunting."

No, "The Accountant."

There's a surprising amount
of math involved in the big con.

David is a brilliant actor.

I'm going to mention that he went

to Juilliard before he does, though.

I'm in charge of character work.

It might seem like overkill,

but our criminal venture
is all about performance.

And my Juilliard training gives
us the edge of verisimilitude.

Wow. Uh, your parents
must be very proud, uh.

That's, uh, Derek,
that's Brian, that's Joe,

and Cliff over there is our intern.

She takes the minutes.

- How you doing?
- Hi.

- Cool vest.
- Thank you.

Okay, uh, so...

uh, sorry if I seem skeptical.

Ah, what even is a con these days?

I mean, uh, uh, uh,
crypto fraud, identity theft?

None of that tawdry, modern shit.

You're looking at maybe
the last crew in America

that runs an old-school big con.

Old-school shit. Old-school shit.

Please shut up.

Our bread and butter's
"The Sleazy Georgian."

That's what I was going
to run on you in the bar.

It's kinda like The Pigeon Drop,

but with a little international flair.

Okay, so how does it work?

Like, let's say I wasn't
a human lie detector.

Well, what would've
gone down this morning?

Okay.

First contact is very important.

You want the mark to think
that they engaged you.

It's like forcing a card.

Then, you set the hook.

In this con, the story's
about a despot from Georgia,

the country, not the state,

who uses me as a money exchange.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I mean,
that is, like, a bad email scam, uh.

Who even buys this shit?

They don't buy it
if you're selling it.

But if you're hiding it, if you
make them earn your trust,

earn your confidence to get to it.

Curiosity and cats.

Yes.

You give them a deadline.

The Georgian is coming in an hour.

This is the last exchange
I'm ever going to do.

Are you in, are you out?

So, the mark has
an hour to get to an ATM

and come back with
as much cash as they can get.

It's called "Putting Them
on the Send."

Right, but, uh, you can't keep them

hooked once they leave, though.

I mean, surely they come
to their senses

and then they're not coming back.

They always come back.

These are not good people, Charlie.

Their greed always trumps
their caution or their morality.

That's where I come in.

I show up as the Georgian
despot's muscle, right?

- Now, I have a gun.
- Shut the fuck up, Manny.

Yeah, so Manny shows up
as the Georgian despot's muscle.

I'm squibbed up, he shoots me,
they get the fuck out.

They feel lucky to have
escaped with their lives.

That's the big blow up.

And that's it, The Sleazy Georgian.

Okay. Plot hole.

So, what happens if the mark
wants to inspect that cash,

you know, before they put it
in the satchel?

You're really smart.

We put the real cash on top.

I use the take from the last con.

It's a little bit
like a conman escrow.

Yeah. You see, we only get paid

after the next successful grift.

It's kind of fucked up actually
and we should change...

It's amazing. It's job security,
and nobody can quit Guy's gang.

Um, I actually won't be
returning after March.

What?

I got a job as a NBC page, so...

My dream job.

Wow. Here's to you, Cliff, huh?

Thank you.

Does it ever get dangerous?

No. I always protect my crew.

- Whoa.
- It's just blanks.

It's just blanks.

But the threat of it is all you need.

And there are three rules
we never break.

You never overreach.

You always let the mark lead,

and you bail if the mark
shows you even one red flag.

So, there I am,
my pants around my ankles

and I'm running away from the nuns

and I'm screaming, "Perestroika!"

No, it was the only word
I could remember in Russian.

What a life you guys lead.

Check this out.

- It's a face swap.
- Hey! Ooh.

Ah, Manny, Manny,
you got to send me that

'cause it's a, well,
it's been a second

since, you know, I had
one of these, uh, phones.

I'm going to make that my wallpaper.

Oh, man. I did one the
other day with my dog's butt.

Robin was like,
"Six years we've been married.

I don't know if I can
ever kiss you again."

What?

The fuck are you doing?

Brainless fucking meathead.

It's a face swap.

This is a cloud-based third party app

and you just uploaded a picture
of your fucking fat face

and our prop table

with identifiable items
from past jobs.

I'm sorry, it was stupid.
It won't happen again.

We're just trying to have
a little fun around here.

We're not here to have fun.

Well, that killed the vibe.

Cliff, don't put that
all in the minutes.

Hey, Manny.

Why do you let him
treat you like that?

Oh, he just acts that way
when I do something stupid.

You don't deserve that.

And, uh, just to say, I mean,

this isn't really, like,
genius-level stuff.

You know the game
just as well as Guy does.

You could do it without him.

No, no, no, no.
I couldn't. I... Never mind.

I... It's not like...

it's not like we're personally close.

He's never met Robin.
We've been married six years.

Guy is my mentor. Right?

I know he would never cross me,
and I-I'd never cross him.

Hmm.

Hey, six years, oh, that's sick.

Uh, that's great. Congrats on that.

Thank you very much.

I didn't know it'd happen for me.

Eh, eh, I, I had someone. I...

Ah, shit.

Hey, uh, can I just take this,
uh, umbrella from the prop pile?

Charlie, that's the "keep" pile. No.

You know what? Just grab
anything from the pile over there.

There's nothing important.

Oh, 'kay.

That alright with you, Cliff?

Yes.

Ah. Adios, amigos.

I'm going to need 45
to a hundred headshots printed.

Is that something you can do, Cliff?

Hey. Hey.

Hi.

I saw the look in your eyes
when I was describing that con.

Ah, what look?

I think there's a part of you
that's, uh, drawn to all this.

And with your gift...

Ah.

Well, I can't say I'm not intrigued.

It's fun, it's romantic.

It's like a big game. But...

But? What's holding you back?

Well, you're dressing it up

with all kinds
of old-timey terminology

and theatrics and whatnot,

like it's something out of a movie,

but, end of the day, I...

you're still just stealing
from honest people

and I can't get with that.

You can't con an honest man.

Believe me, every single person
we con is a criminal

who would kill and steal
for the money in that satchel.

We're just letting them do it
in a safe sandbox.

I see. So, you only rob
from criminals.

- That's right.
- You're like the Dexter of conmen.

Exactly. It's all theater.

No one ever gets hurt for real.

I got to say, I mean,
I'm usually a lone wolf.

But the idea of having a pack,
it does have some appeal.

See you tomorrow, Charlie Cale.

Probably. Yeah.

"$20,000 National Orphan Fund"?

Huh.

Hey, Guy!

There you fucking are.
A goddamn word, please.

What's the matter, Charlie?

Woke up on the wrong side of your car?

Oh. Oh, I, uh, found this last night

in your dead prop pile.

It's a... Well, it struck me
as odd that you had a bank slip

for $20,000 deposit
to the National Orphan Fund.

You didn't really seem
like a charitable guy,

so, uh, I looked it up...

found an article in the local paper.

A guy stole this 20K from a woman

who was holding it
for a charity bingo night,

a charity for orphans, uh.

Eh, who the fuck
steals from orphans, huh?

I mean, that's, uh, it's terrible.

But it is, uh, sort of what we do.

Man, I thought...
I-I-I-I thought you said

that you, you only con
people who deserved it.

Yes, that's right.

Well, this woman,
she worked for the charity.

Her name was Regina Gilvary.

Okay.

Okay.

So, she threw herself off
a bridge three days ago.

Tough shit.

A saintly woman who helps orphans...

who... seduces a stranger

in a hotel bar at 8:30 in the morning

and is willing to gamble
$20,000 of her charity's money

because the danger of it gets her off.

Reggie was the perfect mark.

Any sane person
would've gotten out of there.

But she marched
through every red flag.

Dude with a gun, satchel full of cash,

a money-laundering Georgian despot.

She was blinded by greed,

by the larceny in her heart.

She was so ready for it

that we didn't even have time
to put her on the send.

We ended up just playing
her against the wall.

She took me to that room,

she put her money in the satchel,

and thank God I made a switch

because when two men
lay dead at her feet,

she stole what she
thought was $400,000.

Do you think any
of that money would've gone

to the fucking orphans?

So...

no.

I don't feel bad about taking
that person's money.

And if she couldn't handle
the consequences

of her own actions...

that's on her.

Eh, eh, nah.

I'm sorry. She was not
the perfect mark, okay?

She was a, just a person.

A-And I'm sorry, but I-I think
that taking advantage

of a person at their
most vulnerable is,

you know, they got this, uh,
old-timey con terminology for it.

It's, uh, shitty.

You'll need to, at the very least,

get this money back to the charity.

Uh, no.

Yes.

Or I go to the cops.

Hey, boss, uh, sorry to interrupt,

but th-there's a juicy mark
over at the hotel.

If you call the cops on us,

maybe we'll get caught
and maybe we won't.

But you're not going to see
a dime of that charity's money.

But if you come with us
and help us play this mark,

I will cut you in for 20K

and you can do whatever
you want with it.

Uh, what are we going to do?

So, we're going to rob
a first responder

so I can give, uh, 20K
back to an orphan charity?

No, no, no, no.

This mark, sketchy as fuck.

You in or out?

What'd you say
you did for a living again?

Oh, uh, little of this,
little of that, uh.

I'm currently in the
miscellaneous errantry business.

I used to be a runner, you know,
drugs, Postmates, whatever.

But then I fell in
with this really cool fucker.

He runs a super high-stakes
poker game.

Eh, a guy used his gold tooth
as ante last month.

Oh, my God, that's fascinating.

Alright, dude, I, I got to ask.

Yeah.

What's up with the satchel?

You go to the bank,
exchange it for US dollars.

Clean and easy.

Hey, this is...
I'm sorry, this is probably

freaking you out a little bit, huh?

Nah. No, no, no, no, that's...

This is some real straight
real-deal shit right here.

- Hey, do you, uh...
- May I?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Do you think your Georgian friend

would be cool with me
throwing into the pot?

Ah.

Don't take this the wrong way.

I, I don't know if...

I-I don't know if it would work.

You'd have to get
the money in the next hour.

He's coming really soon.

He's very punctual.
You know, Georgians.

Oh, yes. Well, that is a known
stereotype about Georgians.

I could get the money no problem.

Y-Yeah, I have access to a ton
of cash from the poker game,

and no one will notice
it's missing for hours.

And, by then, I just
replace what I took.

I can probably give you,
mm, 400 large.

I mean, I have a gambling problem,

so no one suspects me
when I act weird, you know?

You can get, um, $400,000? Seriously?

I don't know, sweetheart.

What do you think?
Should we cut him in?

Oh, are you out
of your fucking mind, sweetie?

She's got good sense. I like her.

She does. Luckily for you,
Sketch, I still wear the pants.

So, meet us in Room 703

before the next exchange in one hour.

You got it, Jefe.

Ah. Yo, so, hey, Sketch, Sketch.

Hi. Yeah, I don't know,
it's, uh, nice to meet you.

Alright. Yeah. See ya.

Sketch, Sketch.

The exchange happens in an hour
whether you're back or not.

- Yeah. Yeah, no problem.
- Okay. Alright.

- See you in an hour.
- Yes. Yes.

Manny, you were right.
This mark is juicy.

What?

What are you talking about?

We, obviously, need to pull
the plug on this scam.

No way are we bailing on this.

It's $400,000.

He, obviously, works for a local mob.

He's twitchy as fuck.

He's a, a, a gambling addict.

Oh, oh! And his name is Sketch.

It's $400,000.

Look, you told me the rules.
You see a red flag, you bail.

I forgot to tell you the uber rule:

If a mark has $400,000, you steal it.

- Oh, boy.
- I'm sorry, Charlie.

You make some good points.

But I trust Guy.

If he says it's good to go, I'm in.

I wish you weren't
telling me the truth.

I really do, Manny.

It's just, uh, I got
a little news for you.

You see this con, well,
it's not going down

whether you like it or not.

Sketch here, oh, he's never
coming back from that ATM.

Well, I tipped him off.

Sorry, Charlie. They always come back.

You're not the only one
who knows when somebody's lying.

Okay. So, what now?

- You sit there.
- Mm-hm.

You don't say a word.

When Manny comes in waving his gun

to blow off the mark,
you run into the bathroom

and you stay there.

Okay? This will all be over quick.

Is this some, uh...

you know, switcheroo bullshit?

Like, uh, I don't know.

Is this, like, a, a setup
and you're trying to con me?

Out of what?

Mm.

Yeah, I don't know.
I-I guess maybe, uh, my pride.

That doesn't make sense.

Well, why don't you
just let me leave then.

I mean, this is almost over.

Uh, no can do.

Sketch has taken a shine to Ashley.

If you leave, it might spook him.

He should be here any minute.

Hey, despite everything,
I do trust you.

Bullshit.

He's back. Man of the hour.

Huh, yeah.

It was a little harder than I thought,

but I managed to get it all.

Just give me a second.

Ow. Ow!

Fuck!

Why do girls do this on purpose?

He has a gun.

Of course, I have a piece.

What kind of gambling addict
do you think I am?

Guy? Goddamnit, you got to,
you got to tell him the truth.

Tell him the truth.

What are you talking about, dear?

Okay, look, this is a game, okay?

It's a con. It's all bullshit.

Settle down, sweetheart. Okay?
I'm sorry about my wife.

She gets really nervous
before the guy comes in.

- Guy! Tell him the truth, now...
- Shut up, Ashley.

- ...before Manny walks in that door.
- Hey! Shut up. Shut up!

This is not a game anymore.

You go in the bathroom
and you let us do our shit.

Okay, Guy,
seriously, you need to stop.

- Shut up.
- What the fuck is going on?

Manny! Don't.

No!

Guy. Help me!

Guy!

What?

Son of a bitch.

Jesus Christ. Gather around, boys!

You too, Cliff.

Christmas come early this year.

Okay.

Bad news first.

We're gonna have to clear out
and blow town, fast.

And we may be down a guy,
which sucks. It really does.

But I have the satchel.

I have all our cash plus $400,000.

The biggest

- score of our lives!
- Come on.

"Good for one free breakfast

Sunshine Inn, Des Moines, Iowa."

You lost our fucking money
from that satchel?

You fucking idiot.

I'm going to kill you.

Shit. It's the cops.

Shit, they're coming. Fuck!

Charlie Cale.

Son of a bitch.

Shit. Fuck.

Son of a bitch.

Man.

He really did it, huh?

I mean, he really just,
like, left you here to die.

Just like you said he would.

I mean,
this cold-hearted motherfucker.

- I told you.
- Damn, Manny,

your plan really worked.

You're good at this. Yeah.

You're like, uh...

oh, you're like
the Dexter of conmen? Yeah.

You could make this
your whole thing, you know?

I don't know. Maybe. It could be fun,

but I don't ever want
to hurt anybody again.

I don't want another Regina.

But we should get out of here.

As soon as the cops grab Guy,

he's going to send 'em straight back.

So, uh, what happens now?

We, like, well, meet up
under the bridge,

split up this 20K?

No, you take it.

Give it to the orphans.
From me and Robin.

Don't I get a say in that?

You're such a big softie.

That's why I trusted him.

That's why I married him.

- See you, Charlie.
- See ya.

Okie-dokes.

The fuck?

Gotcha!

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