All language subtitles for Le Boss (2005)

Hello, Detroit!
What a pleasure to be here!

Ladies and gentlemen,
we, in the exciting field

of dental supply sales

are here in the Motor City
for a reason.

To provide quality
precision tools

to professionals,
who demand the very best.

Thank you.

Whoa-ho-ho, thank you very much.

Please be seated.

Oh. Oh-ha.

I was just going over my speech.

You've been going
over it for two weeks.

Honey, you know your speech.
I know your speech.

- The kids know it.
- It's a big one, Susan.

It's a speech
for every sales rep

in the Northeast United States.
It is a big one.

You've done very well
for yourself, Andy Fiddler.

Now get dressed.
Your plane leaves at seven.

You know, Detroit's
quite a sports town, honey.

Maybe I'll bring you
back a Piston.

Do me a favor,
just bring yourself back.

Detroit ain't Wisconsin.

♪ One two three four
Aw, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Aw, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Round round round round ♪

♪ Aw, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate
another day of livin' ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate
another day of life ♪

♪ I put my faith in the people ♪

♪ But the people let me down ♪

♪ So I turn the other way
and I carry on anyhow ♪

♪ That's why I'm telling you
I just wanna celebrate ♪

♪ Yeah yeah
Another day of living ♪

♪ Yeah I just want
to celebrate ♪

♪ Another day of life ♪

♪ Had my hand
on the dollar bill ♪

♪ And the dollar bill
flew away ♪

♪ But the sun is shining down
on me and it's here to stay ♪

♪ That's why I'm telling you
I just want to celebrate ♪

♪ Yeah yeah
Another day of living ♪

♪ Yeah I just want
to celebrate ♪

Dude. Hold up.

♪ Another day of living ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate ♪

♪ Another day of life ♪

♪ Don't let it all
get you down no, no ♪

♪ Don't let it turn you
around and around ♪

♪ Around and around... ♪

Sixty AR-15's

thirty M-4s, 6,000 rounds
of 5-5-6 ammunition

and three dozen M-16s,
all of it stolen

from the vault in this building.

But that's not why
I rolled you out of bed

at 5 a.m., Agent Vann.

You wanna tell me how your
partner winds up a speed bump

on the 94 Freeway?
I'll tell you how.

Your partner was
the inside man on the job.

Once they had the guns,
he became a loose end.

I'm gonna tell you
something else.

Something I've learned in 20
years with Internal Affairs.

If a cop's dirty, nine times out
of ten, his partner's dirty too.

Wouldn't surprise me if you
were the one who popped him.

You got a bug up
your ass about me?

Well, let's get it out right
now, right here, you and me.

No, huh?

So step off,
stop wasting my time.

You don't seem upset
about your partner.

You wanna charge me for
not being upset? Be my guest.

I'll write a full confession
about how I don't give a shit.

If he was dirty,
he got what he deserved.

I'm not finished with you.

Well, I'm finished with you.

Let me tell you what I learned
in all my years on the job.

Don't trust anyone.

That includes partners

and especially
Internal Affairs skid marks.

I'll be seeing you, Vann.

I tried to keep
IA off your back.

Booty. Hm. Don't get into this.

I'm already into this.

Those weapons will be out
of the city within 24 hours.

You can't set up a buy
in 24 hours.

- Watch me.
- Vann, nothing stupid.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Bye-bye, enjoy your stay.
Bye, hope you had a nice flight.

I had a wonderful flight

I'm wondering
if you can do me a favor.

I was talking to
a stewardesses back there

we were discussing tongue
scrapers. I found one in my bag.

I'm wondering if you
can pass this along.

- I'm a dental supply salesman.
- Yes, I will.

Sir, you might
have to step aside.

Tell her it's daily
tongue-scraping

and anti-bacterial conditioning

which will assure her
the freshest breath.

See this right here,
this is a nickel-plated

Ladysmith nine Mary-Mary
chrome inlay.

- Go on, feel that.
- It's got a nice weight to it.

- Yeah, so do you, baby.
- What?

- Shit! Get out of the way.
- That's a cop car.

Get your ass off my car, Booty.

Come on!

Your ass is still
on my car, Booty.

Ah! Man!

Run faster, Booty. Pump those
arms. Get those knees up.

Your form is all
jacked up, dawg.

- What you want, man?
- I want to buy some guns.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm talking
about a telephone pole.

What?

Why do we have to do
this every time?

It's these repetitive
ass-whippings

that cause guys
like me to burn out on the job.

Somebody wiped out a vault
last night. Who was it?

How should I know?

I'll check the front of my car

if it smells like ass, I'm gonna
beat you like a runaway slave.

- No, no. Alright, alright.
- Alright what?

- Maybe I heard something.
- Tell me what you heard.

Something about a lot of
merchandise in play, that's all.

Ooh.

You know how I can tell
you're lyin'?

I can smell the bullshit
comin' outta your mouth.

No, wait. Maybe I know
one of the guys, huh?

Well, hook me up.
Tell him you found a buyer.

Man, he already got a buyer.
You're late.

Tell him I'll double his price.
I'll get 20 grand cash.

Twenty grand? Man, that'll only
get you a taste, dawg.

A taste is all I need.

Hook me up... now.

Thirty eight, fifty.

That was a very nice drive in,
Mr., uh, is it Bedwetter?

Bedwetier-r.

I see you're from
Turkey, Mr. Budweeder.

I've got 20, 40.
There you go. Keep the change.

I was in Turkey recently...

Santos, what's crackin', dawg?

- Yo, I need 20 grand.
- Yeah, don't we all?

I need that in non-sequential
unmarked bills. I'm in a hurry.

I'm not your personal ATM, man.

Come on. You know,
you're gonna give it up

so cut the bullshit.

I don't have that kind
of cash down here.

See? You're lying.

Now, I personally
logged a million in cash

into that vault right there,
just last month

on a case we both
know hasn't gone to trial yet.

So you're still holding.

What happened
between us, Santos?

Where the love, dawg?

You realize it's my ass
if you come up short again.

It's just flash, man. I'll
have it back this afternoon.

Come on, now go and get that.

I'll have the paperwork done
by the time you're back.

Alright, but I need that money
back here by four o'clock.

You can trust me, man.

Come on now.
I'm in a hurry. Chop-chop.

Work that combination, baby.

They'll give you a taste,
then tell you where to bring

the money. They don't want the
goods and cash in the same spot.

Booty, I do this for a living.

I don't know these guys.
They're from out of town.

What do you know, Booty?

This is the place, man.

He'll give you a gun and a phone

and call you later
for the money.

Take the corner seat
at the counter

and be carrying a USA Today.

A USA Today, the newspaper.

I did what you asked me.
I'm done with this.

You better hurry up, man

by this time tomorrow,
the guns will be gone.

- You want a taste?
- Pardon me?

- There's your taste.
- That's my taste?

Wait for our call.

Hey.

- What?
- He's got a gun.

No, no, this is not...
No, no, no. It's not my gun.

It's the man that was sitting here...

Oh. He's got a gun.

Don't panic, it's going back in the bag.

- Drop the gun.
- Ah!

- Drop the gun, now.
- Yes.

- Drop it.
- Yes, the gun's going down.

The gun is going down.
Gun is down.

- Gun is down.
- Just shut up.

Uh-huh.

You picked the wrong day
to pull a stick-up.

It's not my gun.
Somebody gave it to me.

- What guy?
- Some guy.

He gave me a bag
and he said, "Taste it."

- He said what?
- Something about a taste.

Tell me what he said exactly,
word for word what he said.

He said, "That's your taste,"
but there was nothing to taste.

Just a phone and a gun.
I just went for a cof...

- Shit. They think you're me.
- They think I'm black?

No, they don't think you're...

ATF. You're coming with me.

What? I have done
nothing wrong.

- Well, Simon?
- It's coming.

Alright, I got him.

Fiddler, Andy.
Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

He's not federal, he's not
local, no law enforcement.

- No sheet. He's clean.
- Yeah, he's too clean.

- Screw him.
- No, wait a minute.

Istanbul, Turkey. Customs.

- Trafficking.
- Turkey? He do any time?

Interpol shows an outstanding warrant.

He got away from the Turks?
No shit.

This guy's gotta be
smarter than he looks, huh?

He can't be any
dumber than he looks.

- So what's this guy look like?
- Well, he, uh...

He had very good teeth.

- What does he look like?
- He looks good. He looks good.

He had a very nice face,
very handsome face.

He was a very attractive man.

No, not to me.

Uh, I mean, I am married,
uh... to a woman.

Even if I wasn't married

I don't mean
that kind of attractive.

Personally, he was
not attractive to me.

- Describe him to me.
- Short hair.

Short hair which made his head
look smaller than it actually is

and I only mention that
because I've been told

my head is large
and when I looked at his

it's like, when you
look through binoculars

the wrong way, it-it-it looks...

That's you.
Answer it!

Hello.

- Turk?
- Just a moment, please.

- Can you believe this?
- He wants to talk to Turk.

- That's you.
- That's me?

- That's you.
- I'm the Turk?

Look at you.

- This is the Turk.
- Okay, listen, Turk.

When this phone rings,
you answer it, you understand?

- I answer it.
- You and you alone.

- Are we clear?
- Me and me alone.

Great. Now listen, you put
the package in the trash can

on the northwest corner of Fort
and Woodward in five minutes.

- Hello?
- So what did he say?

Something about a package
and a trash can.

Look, I have nothing
to do with this.

- I'm here for a convention...
- I don't give a shit.

- Now, what trash can?
- Fort and Woodward.

Whoa!

Take this package, put it in
that trash can and you can go.

I should point out to you, sir,
that I'm taking a mental picture

of you, just in case
there's... any trouble.

You know what?
This, this is not for you.

Who is it for?

Well, it's-it's,
uh, for somebody else.

- Who?
- Just someone.

- Someone you don't know.
- Try me.

No, I'm not trying you.
This is not garbage, okay?

This is business, so just
please don't touch it.

- Alright, give me the bag.
- Oh, Jesus.

It's not your bag.
See what he's doing?

- He took my bag.
- Who is this guy?

- The bag is mine.
- Damn!

It's not his.

Okay, okay.
What is the matter with you?

- Just let me go.
- Get up. Get up!

- Alright.
- Get in the car!

- I think we should...
- Get in the car!

We should look for another can.

What the hell's
the matter with you?

I ask for one thing
and you screw it up.

Hello.

What the hell's
the matter with you?

I ask for one thing
and you screw it up.

- Well, this was not planned.
- Listen, Turk. You know what?

Bring the package to First
and Bagley and wait there.

So what he say now?

Hey, get back here.

- Excuse me.
- Now you pay.

Get off my car.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Ow, oh, ow.
Oh, boy, oh.

Ah, Ah.
Ow, ow, ow, ow.

911. What's your emergency?

- I've been shot.
- Please give me a location.

- I don't know. Downtown.
- Where downtown, sir?

A man in a black car
kidnapped me.

Do you have a license plate number?

Yes, just give me a second.

347DNB. Hurry.

I just called 911,
and you're in serious trouble.

Get up.

- You shot me.
- I grazed you.

That's still shooting me.

- Watch your ass.
- Ow, ow, ow, ow.

You could've
killed me back there.

If I wanted to kill you,
you'd be dead.

I wanted to graze you. You're
grazed. It's a training bullet.

Well, I'm bleeding, although you
might call it training blood.

Here, use this.

Taco sauce?

Yes, it's a natural antiseptic.

Sprinkle that so you
don't get an infection.

Yeah, well, I don't even wanna
know how you discovered that.

You keep this
in your glove compartment

and just splash it
on a salami sandwich

and then splash
some on your behind?

Use it or don't.
It's your ass.

You got any guacamole?
It makes a great cold compress.

- Just put it back!
- Alright, I'll use it.

Don't you have
traffic to look at?

Oh, shit!
You gotta be kidding me.

Get out of the vehicle
with your hands up.

Get out of the car
and show me your hands.

Turn around.
Hands on your head.

- No, I'm not with him.
- Your hands.

I don't know him! He just,
he-he kidnapped me.

He took me against my will.

He, look. You see?

He wanted to put
taco sauce on my butt.

The guy, the guy is nuts.

- Hands!
- Run my plates.

- You, back in the car.
- Your hands.

You wanna see my hands?

Here.

Federal agent.

Run my plates!

- The car is Federal, sir. ATF.
- That's right.

Federal agent.

Federal prisoner.
Back in the car!

You are interfering with
a federal investigation.

Move your asses.

That was fun.

Give this to him and walk away.

Hey.

If you run this time,
I'm gonna put a bullet

in part of the ass
you really need.

So you like the merch?

- The merch?
- The merch.

Well, you know, there are days

that I like it and days that I don't.

Uh, it depends.
I'm on the fence.

Do you like
the merchandise, Turk?

Yes, I do... like
the merchandise.

I, uh, thanks for asking.

So, there's gonna be
20 grand in there, right?

In the bag. Come on.

Good.

Good first step.
We'll be in touch.

And, uh, one more thing, Turk.

No more fruitcake stuff, okay?

- Sure.
- Good. Goodbye.

- Get in the car.
- Why?

- I'm not done with you.
- You said I was done.

I lied. I do that.
Get up. Get in the car.

- No.
- Get up!

Hey, don't make me chase you.

I'm tell...

- Hey.
- Stop, stop. Help me!

- Hey!
- Help.

You're under arrest.
Hands on the car.

On the car.

Who the hell is this guy?
Run that.

He's international.

- Ow!
- Watch your head.

Okay, that's it.
I am writing a letter.

- Number three.
- Number three.

Three, step forward.
Three, that's you.

- That's him.
- You sure?

- I'll never forget that face.
- Alright, thanks, you can go.

Excuse me, I'd like to speak
to whoever's in charge, please.

Alright, number three, stay.
The rest can go.

Thank you.

Boy, sometimes you
just have to speak up.

- Are you in charge here?
- Yes, I am.

Oh, boy, have I been
waiting to talk to you.

- Really?
- My name is Andy Fiddler.

I'm in dental supply sales
and believe you me

I never thought
I'd be standing here

with a bullet wound
in my keister.

Hmm.

I'm extremely upset
with this man here.

I must confess, with your
whole operation in general

because quite frankly I have
nothing to do with any of this.

That's not what
it looks like, Mr. Keister.

The weapon you used in the diner

stolen from ATF's vault.

The gun you robbing
the cashier with.

Oh, no. there's no robbing.
I'm not robbing.

Although, I can certainly see
how you'd get that impression.

We also got a red notice from
Interpol when we ran your name.

There's an outstanding
warrant for your arrest.

What?

Istanbul, Turkey,
ring any bells?

Oh-h. Oh, yes.

It does ring some bells
and believe it or not

there is a perfectly
reasonable explanation

for that and you'll find it very
funny 'cause it's quite a story.

Hm, tell it on the way.

Place your left hand here.

I took the family to Europe
in the summer of '98

and one of our stops
was Istanbul, in Turkey.

A must-see if you've never been.

- My wife has this thing...
- Yo, Vann, phone call.

...Persian rugs.
Okay, I'm not a complainer.

But that officer
was very abusive.

I mean, not only was
he physically violent

but more disturbing to me,
he-he was just rude.

Vann.

Your daughter wants to know

if you're coming
to her recital tonight.

Oh, you know, I can't.

Uh, I'm in the middle
of something right now.

Um, I gotta go.
Would you tell her for me?

You need to tell her.

At the hotel we discovered the
rug's too big for the suitcase.

We decided to leave
the rug at the hotel

to be sent to us
when we got back.

Turn right.

So, we finally get home,
but we never got the rug.

Long story short, we get
a letter from the hotel

that said the rug
had been seized at customs.

Now evidently this rug
had been stolen.

It was a 1,000-year-old
prayer rug

and-and it was stolen,
but how was I to know?

I didn't know and I'm
the one that's out $230.

Yeah, it was all very innocent,
as I'm sure you can understand.

- I see. Lock him up.
- What?

- Let's go.
- What?

- Let's go.
- Get him out of here.

- What? Wait a minute.
- This way.

I have done nothing wrong.

- Come on. Move it.
- I have, I-I-I...

I haven't,
I haven't done anything.

Yo, this is the number
to this phone.

I want you to put a trace on it.

I want the owner and an address.

- Call me when you got it.
- Okay.

Lieu, you looking for me?

Explain the Wisconsin kid.

I set up a buy with the bad guys

he got in the middle,
now they think he's me.

- The guns are still in play?
- Yeah.

- You sure this isn't a setup?
- With him?

- Yeah, with this guy.
- Not with this guy.

- Okay, where is he?
- He's in holding.

- And he's gonna stay there.
- Yes, ma'am.

Shit. They ate him already.

Caucasian gentlemen.
Big glasses.

Oh, yeah, didn't have
the heart to put him in there.

Ah-ah.

Thank you.

- Come on.
- So, am I free to go now?

Go? Oh, hell no.

They're fixing a shit sandwich
upstairs, you're the mayonnaise.

Possession of a stolen
weapon, armed robbery

and the Turkish Government
wants to have a little chat

with you before we're done.

Okay, I want to talk
to an attorney.

I get one phone call,
I wanna call an attorney.

Let me lay your
options out for you.

You can come with me
as a suspect who's cooperating

or you can stay here
and get married tonight.

- So what's it gonna be?
- Okay, just so we're clear.

I am not choosing
to go with you.

I'm choosing
not to stay with them.

- Uh-huh.
- Okay.

Hang on.

This is one screwed up crew.

Alright, just so there's no
confusion, here's the deal.

You're in my world now, not yours.

And in my world, your
responsibilities begin

and end with me.

And what would those
responsibilities be?

These guys think you wanna
buy guns from them.

I need you to meet 'em one more
time so I can bust them.

Okay, I'm developing a slight
phobia about meeting these guys.

The whole meeting thing,
is getting irritating

I have to be honest.

I have done everything
you've asked me to do.

Why can't I go?

What does any of this
have to do with me?

Because every time these
guys meet somebody new

they're on the lookout
for "The Man."

And you most certainly
do not look like "The Man."

Oh, I don't look
like, "The Man."

Well, thank you, because that
clears up... absolutely nothing.

Who-who is "The Man?"

The heat, the pig, the popo, 5-0

the undercover agent
that's gonna bust their ass.

You're such a white bread son of
a bitch, the assholes trust you.

Well, you know,
people do trust me.

That's not a compliment,
shit-stain.

Okay. Why do you swear so much?

Do you think it makes
you sound tougher

when you just swear
all the time?

Fuck you.

Okay, that's good. That's
really good. Really classy.

You know, I could go around
all day saying, F-U.

F this and F that,
and F-ing this you, mother F-er.

But I don't.

Because there has to be some
civility in the world.

Incidentally, there is a trick
you can use to curb that habit.

Every time you feel like
saying the F word

just go ahead and say it,
and then add, "Crying out loud."

Fuck crying out loud.

Fuck crying out loud.
Fuck crying out loud.

Before you know it,
you're saying

"Oh, for crying out loud."

You did make her a promise.
You always break your promises.

You want your daughter
growing up like you

not trusting anybody?

- That's not the point.
- It's exactly the point.

No, it's not.

You promised her you'd
be at her recital tonight.

Something came up.

My daughter's a ballerina too.
She's exactly your age.

- Really?
- Yep.

I help her with her
pirouettes all the time.

That's not what this is about.

This is about
you not wanting to go

because her stepdad's
gonna be there.

Oh, is he dancing tonight, too?

And with the right feet positioning

there you go, okay. Well...

Yeah, that's good.

Daddy, can Andy come
with you tonight?

Um...

Look, honey.

Daddy can't come tonight, I'm sorry.

But I promise, I will be there
next time, I swear.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

Oh, fuck, crying... out loud.

Hold on.

Look, daddy's gotta go, okay?

Go ahead, goodbye.

It was very nice
meeting you, Kate.

You too.

So what you got?

- The owner of that phone?
- Yeah.

- It's Cortez.
- Who?

Manny Cortez.

Katie.

Thanks.

Come inside, sweetheart.

Cortez, back elevator, second floor.

- Oh, shit.
- Don't get up.

You scared me, man.

What are you still
doing here, Cortez?

You were supposed to meet us
at the warehouse

over three hours ago.

Do you mind, I'm, uh...

I'm in the middle
of something here.

I truly don't care.

Hey, look. There's too much
heat on those guns, alright.

You killed the cop.
That was not in the deal.

Yeah, well, he became a problem.

Listen, we got the merchandise,
you need to pay us for it.

I'm out, alright. I cannot
do shit with those guns.

You know what, Cortez?
That's your problem.

You got the money or not?

Find another buyer.
Alright, and you know what?

I suggest you get out of town
as quickly as possible.

Hey, yo.

Close the door on your way out.

Sure.

Well, I guess that
just leaves The Turk.

I guess so.

Well, you've got a very nice family.

You just got a wonderful
daughter and a lovely wife.

- Ex-wife.
- Ex-wife, yes.

Well, she seems
like a nice person.

- Yeah.
- It just didn't work out, huh?

Well, whatever. Would you
like to see my family?

No.

Well, I would like
to see my family.

This is my oldest Hannah, she's 12.

I'm trying to get her interested
in the dental equipment game

but I guess at that age, you
know, it's just not cool yet.

This is my little
ballerina right here.

This is my wife Susan, holding
our newest addition, Emily.

Just turned two, already
talking a mile a minute.

Just talk, talk, talk
talk, talk, talk

talk, talk, talk...

A regular little chatterbox.

- Wonder who she got that from?
- She got it from me.

- You think?
- Ah.

Well, I am, uh... I'm sorry
about your... situation.

What situation would that be?

Well, you've got people
who love you

and yet you seem like
a very sad and lonely man.

- I'm not lonely.
- I think you're lonely.

- I'm not lonely.
- Not lonely, you're alone.

Yes, I'm alone, but not lonely.
It's two different things.

Does the expression, "No man
is an island," ring any bells?

Does the expression, "Shut
your ass up," ring any bells?

- What now?
- I've to go visit a friend.

- Can I go with you?
- No.

Oh, I would really like
to go with you.

Look, everybody in this
neighborhood knows my ride.

- Nobody messes with it.
- Okay.

Cortez.

Manny, where you at?

You hiding under the bed again?

Manny.

- ATF.
- Yeah, this is Vann.

Send a bag wagon over
to Manny Cortez's place?

- The gun dealer?
- Yeah.

He took the deluxe cruise
up shit's creek.

Compliments of a .45
to the chest.

No.

Hey!

Hey.

Good afternoon.
Out of the car.

- Oh, oh!
- Whoa! What are you doing?

- Hey.
- This was not a good idea.

Oh boy.

Whoa!

Oh-h!

Oh!

Oh-h!

Drive's pretty good.

Well, you left the keys
in the ignition.

Not the smartest thing
to do for a policeman.

This would be a good time
for you to be quiet.

I know that's nearly
impossible for you

but if I hear the sound
of your voice right now

I can't be responsible
for my actions.

So this would be a very
good time for you to shut up!

I have a small question.

I still have a question
and I think I'm entitled...

What?

- Do you have a plan?
- What the hell does that mean?

If you fail to plan,
you plan to fail.

Just a little constructive
criticism, okay?

That's how two people
working together help...

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
we're not working together.

Get that thought
out of your mind.

Nobody said we were
working together.

Excuse me, you
dragged me into this.

I'm giving a speech
at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

So the sooner you start
treating me like a partner...

Hey, we are not partners.

Ain't no way in the world
that can happen.

Well, what am
I then? Hmm?

What are you?

You are my bitch.

That's what.

My own personal bitch.

I pulled you out
of lockup as an SWC

which means Suspect Who's Cooperating.

Which means I own your ass!

Which means when I pull
the strings, you dance.

Till then, you sit there,
keep your mouth shut

and don't say a word,
like the puppet you are.

Hey, yo, Booty.

Hey, Booty.
What's up, man?

Let's go. Come on.

Booty!

Hey! Come on, man.

A-ah!

Booty.

We never finished
our conversation.

I told you everything I know, man.

I will cheese grate your
ass through this fence.

Come on, dawg. Look,
I don't know no more...

A-ah!

Alright, alright, alright.
Shit, alright.

Would you get that phonebook
over there for me?

- Who's this guy?
- Man, I don't know his name.

Would you get your car
out of my ass, please.

- Thank you.
- Dawg! Ah!

Who are those guys you hooked me
up with? I need names.

They gonna kill me, they
gonna kill my whole family.

- Names.
- Just give him the name.

- I can't.
- Just let's have a name.

Look, I can't. A-ah!

You know, make up a name,
give him something.

- No, they'll kill me.
- There's no name here.

- He doesn't have the name.
- Look, alright, alright.

Look, the dude in the picture,
his name is Joey Trent, man.

Good. Good name.
That's a good name.

- No, that's-that's a real name.
- Alright, keep talking.

I didn't know nothing about
no cop getting killed.

- Who's Joey's boss?
- Some dude from out of town.

- Give me an out of town name.
- I don't know his name, man.

Oh, shit.

- I'm out of it. I'm out of it.
- Look, a dude named Kane.

The crew boss name is Kane.
Now that's all I know.

Other than that he have a bad
rep. I swear on my mom.

- Who hooked you up with Joey?
- Manny Cortez, dawg.

O-oh, not a good sign.
Cortez is dead.

Man.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Okay.

Well, that was him.

You lucked out, Holmes.

But we will continue
this conversation.

- Shut up, man.
- Oh, and, Booty...

Ah!

...watch your ass.

Man, you broke
my gold tooth, dawg.

Uh!

Where are we going?

Uh, Lucky's Bar and Grill
in one hour.

Is that all he said?

No. No, there
was something else.

- What'd he say?
- You're not gonna like it.

- What'd he say?
- You'll get mad.

- What'd he say?
- He wants money.

- How much?
- A lot.

- How much?
- I'm just a messenger.

- How much money?
- Half a million dollars.

- What?
- It was a heart thumper.

Shit!

- Where are we going?
- My ATM.

- Yo, Santos.
- Thank God.

I need that 20 grand back.

IA wants to look at my books.

I need some more.

Are you outta your mind?

There's no way in hell I'm
gonna give you another $20,000.

I need a half mil.

It's just show and tell,
I'll have it back in an hour.

Go away.

Santos, open up,
I got something to tell you.

- What?
- Open up and I'll tell you.

What?

Look, here's the thing.

Give me the half mil, I bust
the bad guys and make it right.

You don't, you lose the 20 grand

and you take a shit bath
for coming up short.

At least this way you do
what I ask, you got a shot.

Why you doing this to me?

You trusted me.

Come on.

- I'm hungry.
- You'll live.

No, no, no.
I-I'm really hungry.

Come on, man.

No, my blood sugar is low
and I'm feeling faint.

I haven't eaten all day,
I would like some food.

Okay, I'll get you a burger.

I would rather have something else.

It's a tasty burger.

Red meat...

...quite often doesn't agree with me.

Am I gonna make it to my
speech tomorrow morning?

I don't know, man.

That ain't a priority to me.

You know what?

You're not a very nice person.

You don't care about anyone,
you don't trust anyone.

Trust... can get you dead.

Trust can get you dead.

Well...

There's not one person in
this world that you trust?

No.

- Your mother?
- Oh, hell, no.

How can you not
trust your mother?

She could be playing me.

How can a person go
through life like that?

Hey, at least
I'm honest about it.

What, you trust
everybody you meet?

I give everybody the benefit
of the doubt, yes.

And what happens when
they screw you over?

Who's gonna screw me over?

Do you think people are just
waiting to screw people over?

You think the world
is one big screw-over?

I couldn't live
my life like that.

I never met anyone I wasn't
friends with eventually.

I never met anyone whose ass
I didn't kick... eventually.

Well, you must be very proud.

Guns and shooting
and kicking ass.

You know, problems can be solved
without ever touching a gun.

Situation. You're walking down
the street with your wife.

A guy comes up out of nowhere,
grabs you from behind

puts a gun to your
wife's head, what do you do?

- Bite him.
- Bite him?

Do you have any idea
how powerful the human bite is?

The masseter muscles in the jaw
can exert 600 pounds

of pressure per inch.

And I'm not even
discussing bacteria.

- Masseter muscles?
- It's Latin.

It's bullshit.

Come on, finish this shit.
Let's go.

You can afford this, right?

You alright?

I told you I have
a problem with red meat.

You gotta admit that was
a good burger, though, right?

You sure you're alright?

Yeah, it doesn't last long.

Uh! U-uh!

Oh, damn, let the window down.

- It's just a little flatulence.
- Uh, a little flatulence?

An elephant could shit
in the back seat

and it wouldn't smell that bad.

Can we just let it go?

Oh! Oh-h!

Oh, man.

Oh!

Oh.

Alright, let's do this.

This is real simple.

Show 'em the cash,
get a time and a place

and you're back at the hotel
giving your speech tomorrow.

Uh, quick question.

Uh, you can't just go in there
and arrest him because... why?

I want his boss and the guns in
the same place at the same time.

That's what this dance
is all about.

Here, now go.

Remember, this is
strictly flash cash.

Show it to him, close
the bag, bring it back.

Uh, now what if
something goes wrong?

- Nothing will go wrong.
- But what if it does?

- Nothing will go wrong.
- But what if it does?

What if something goes wrong
and the deal doesn't happen?

I'm gonna be doing this
for the rest of my life.

Nothing will go wrong.

Hey, remember...
time and a place.

A time and a place.

Oh! Son of a bitch!

Hello.

Ah! Excuse me.

Hey, just checking
for a wire, mate.

Okay.

Ah, you're good.

- Well?
- Yes.

Born lucky.

- Okay.
- Yeah, am I good?

Oh, I would think.
I would think.

Okay.

Great.

Good.

Now...

...all we need is
a time and a place

and we have ourselves a deal.

And we have ourselves
a little problem.

What?

Nobody... nobody comes up
with half a million dollars

in cash in an hour.

So you tell me, who are you?

- I'm a businessman.
- Businessman, right.

And what kind of business
is that exactly?

What business?

I provide quality precision
tools to professionals

who demand the very best.

Period.

Now are we gonna do business?

Look, Turk.
I need to speak to my boss.

Well, why am I talking
to you, Joey?

How do you know my name?

Because... I know your name.

I-I know names.

Let's just say
I was born lucky, heh?

You're lucky, huh?

And another thing, from now on
I only talk to Kane.

Look, Turk, I can't
just go and tell Kane

he should walk away from a deal
he already has in place

just 'cause some guy
that he doesn't know

flashes some cash at me,
you understand?

Keep the money.

I don't care about the money.

You think I care about the
money? Don't care about it.

I can get money.

Just consider that
a good faith deposit.

Tell Kane, there's a lot
more where that came from

but only if he stops
wasting my time.

Oh, one more thing...

...from now on...
I call you.

Comprende?

Comprende.

Excuse me.

- Where's the money?
- I gave it to him.

I told him I'd call him
with a time and a place

and walked out.
You should have seen it.

You gave a half million dollars
to some gunrunning killers?

Correct.

Goddamn you.

Asshole! Son of a bitch!

I've never seen anyone
that pissed off before.

- Okay.
- Goddammit!

You said nothing unexpected
would happen and guess what?

Something unexpected happened.

What's to stop them from taking
my money and running?

Because they'd be giving up
a lot more where that came from.

He was about to walk,
I had to change the game plan

so I'm-I'm now
calling the shots.

Oh, so you in charge now?

- I am indeed.
- You're the man.

Yes. I am the man.

Well, what are we supposed
to do now, man?

Well, I think we just
let them stew for a while.

You know what I mean.

Then we call them in,
you know, a couple of hours.

Well, what do we do
in the meantime, man?

We go to your
daughter's recital.

Daddy.

Hey, star. Mmm.

I knew you'd come.

Thanks for reminding me
about tonight.

That's the first time I've
heard you say thank you

in a long time.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you and I'm sorry?

I think your new partner
has a good influence.

- You have no idea.
- Andy, this is Mark.

- How you doing?
- Nice to meet you.

- Vann.
- Mark.

Well, we better go.

- Come on, Katie.
- Come on. Come on, baby.

- Bye, daddy.
- Bye, honey.

- Can I say something?
- No.

I think you're still
in love with her.

And if you don't get over this

you may lose the other
woman in your life.

Just a thought.

You were so pretty.

Barney Bunny should be in the
bottom dresser drawer, honey.

Because that's his
very own bed. Oh.

Oh, good, sweetheart.
Don't you feel better?

Okay, honey. Is mommy there?

Hi, Susan.

Oh, no, no.
Things are fine, yeah.

Yeah, convention's going
great, great, great.

You know, I'm...
I'm the man.

Yes, I'm going to be home
tomorrow night.

So I'll, uh...
I'll see you then.

I love you too, hon.

Bye.

Thanks.

Why don't we do this thing so
you can get back to your family?

Really?

Do this one thing
and you're done.

Okay. Question.

When you say done, do you
mean done as in finished

as in no more,
nothing else, done?

Make the call.

I have a question.

Um, isn't it normal to have,
uh... you know

some-some kind of backup, uh,
for a situation like this?

I didn't hear you
call for any backup.

That's right.

- Oh.
- Here we go.

My hands are sweaty.

Just be the man.

Who's this?

Well, I came to meet
your associate.

- This is my associate.
- Well, you know what?

- He looks like a cop.
- He does.

He does look like a cop, but he
is most definitely not a cop.

So let's put that to bed
right here and now...

Like I said, who is he?

Who is he?

He's, uh... my bitch.

Your bitch?

He's my own personal bitch.
Hey, bitch, come here.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

I pull the strings,
and he dances.

Is that right?
You're his bitch?

Why don't you answer the man?

You can talk, bitch.

I want to hear you say it.

Who's my bitch?

I am.

I didn't hear that.
Did you hear that?

- No.
- I couldn't hear anything.

We can't hear.
Who's my bitch?

- I'm his bitch.
- Attaboy.

Alright, well, get in, bitch.

Why don't you get
in the back, bitch.

- Crotch grabbing time?
- Yeah, we'll take care of it.

- Get in.
- Alright.

- So where's your guy?
- He's here.

Where?

You're looking at him,
asshole. I am Kane.

You can still call me Joey.
I answer to both.

The real question is,
who are you?

I'm the man with the money.

Better yet, I'm the only
man with the money.

There's just one small
problem, money man.

- What's that?
- I think you're a cop.

- Oh. Yeah, I am.
- Huh.

My name is Vann.
Wade was my partner.

I've been tracking what he was
doing from the very beginning.

I could have busted him,
you, your whole gang.

But I was waiting
for the right time.

I want in.

It's true. He's ATF.

So you knew about
the heist, huh?

Hell yeah. Think I don't know
what my partner's doing?

How do I know you're not
here to settle the score.

Please. Played in
the rain, he got wet.

So you just wait for your
moment and this is it?

I can take the heat off you
and I can move the guns.

You know I got the money,
'cause my man here just gave you

that half million dollars
like it wasn't nothing.

You're not the only one
with connections, Agent Vann.

- I have a buyer.
- You had a buyer.

Manny Cortez.

Unfortunately, somebody
put a .45 slug in him.

The same kinda bullet they
took out of my partner, Wade.

Now, some people might
call that a coincidence

but I don't believe
in coincidences.

- Do you?
- Not really.

I knew you'd take my deal over
Manny's because you're greedy.

But now I see you're
just plain desperate.

You're stuck with a truckload
of guns and no buyer.

So what's it gonna
be, Joey? Kane?

You've got it all figured out,
haven't you, Agent Vann?

We'll see. Let's go.

Enjoy your swim, ladies.

Tell me you didn't
pee in the pool.

Wait a minute.

We're gonna make a deal
with this cop?

Get in. Vin.
Go. Now.

- Well, I guess this is it.
- Yeah.

You can go back to the world
of dental supply.

Oh, ho ho, yeah.

Yeah.

Listen, if you want to show up
tomorrow, I can make it happen.

No, I'm still in the middle
of this thing.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, sure.

Ah, just a thought.

It's been interesting.

Yeah, well...

Hey, maybe next time
I'm in town, I'll look you up.

Or not. It doesn't, uh...

It's just... boy!

I hate these long goodbyes.

So, uh...

Well... see you later.

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Oh, you killed them!

- You killed them, Andy.
- You think? Yes!

- Oh!
- Mr. Fiddler.

- Yes.
- Come with us.

- Where are you taking me?
- Watch your head.

He said I was done.
Uh, what is going on?

We're hoping you might
tell us, Mr. Fiddler.

I don't know who you think I am.

We know exactly who you are.

What we don't know is how you
could go so wrong so fast.

Here you are meeting
a gunrunner from overseas

name of Joey Trent.

And here you are doing the 411
with Hector Babcock

a.k.a. Booty.

A gun dealer who we found
in the trunk of his own car.

You've been running
with a rough crowd

but you're confused about
who the real bad guy is...

...Agent Derrick Vann,
your new best friend.

- He's the one who shot Booty.
- Oh, no.

- He wouldn't do that.
- No?

- No.
- Check out Manuel Cortez.

Another gun dealer
Vann paid a visit to.

Last but not least,
his own partner.

Or his ex-partner I should say.

So you have a dead ATF agent,
a dead snitch, a dead gunrunner.

The only connection, Agent Vann.

Yeah, well, I-I...
I don't believe that.

Why not? 'Cause he's
such a nice guy?

Why do you think he
never called for backup?

'Cause he didn't want cops around.

I don't know anything. I-I...

- That's bullshit!
- I don't know anything!

That's bullshit! You're
upto your neck in it.

- What do you want?
- Wear a wire.

Get Vann to admit
he was in on the heist

and he killed his partner.

- Oh, is that all?
- You don't have a choice.

Really? What if I
just say, no, thank you?

Then the US Department
of Justice

will take a giant shit on you.

Oh, how very pleasant.

Believe me, Mr. Fiddler,
your best option is to go along

with this SWC, that's Suspect...

Suspect Who's Cooperating.
I know, I've been that.

It, uh, didn't work out too well.

Now, let me get this straight.

You sprung him from holding,
gave him half a million dollars

then you let him go?

Guy's a salesman
from out of town.

Oh, really?

Think it's a coincidence that he
showed up at the right place

at the right time in the diner?
I don't believe in coincidence.

He could be an undercover agent.

Did you ever check him
for a wire?

I didn't have to. The guy was
scared shitless half the time.

I can't believe that you of
all people bought his story

Mr. I Don't Trust Nobody.
How'd you get so stupid so fast?

Now they got you
tied to the heist

your partner's murder
and your snitch.

Booty's dead.

Remember, this guy
is a stone killer.

If he senses anything wrong,
he'll toe-tag your ass.

I need to get a sound check.

- You want me to say something?
- Good, I got it.

- Good, I got it.
- I got it.

- I got it.
- Hey, I said I got it.

I don't think I can do this.

Just do this one thing
for us and you're done.

Okay, you know what? You guys
have got to stop saying that.

The guy helped me set up a buy
that's gonna go down any time.

What I need is an assault unit
to back me up.

Forget it. I want your badge and
your gun. You're on suspension.

Bullshit.

Your badge and your gun now!

- You're serious?
- I'm trying to protect you.

We got a dead agent and
I can't account for a thing

you've done since yesterday,
except lose a lot of money

and make best friends
with the IA agent

who's gonna bust your ass.

And that look does not scare me.

I am one inch away.

An inch too far, okay?
Gun and badge.

You're wrong.

The guy's at a convention
right now giving a speech.

Really? Then who's that
standing behind you?

Guess who?

- What are you doing here?
- I knew you were gonna ask.

I, uh, just finished my speech

and I had a little
time before my flight

and thought I would just stop by
and see how you're doing.

Chitchat?

Is-is there some place
we can talk?

Yeah?

Avenue A, Warehouse 3, right now.

Don't forget the money.

Why don't we, um, talk
in my car? Come on.

In the car?
We're going to the car.

Over.

Visual on vehicle leaving Michigan and First.

Okay, I read you, Air Support.

Stay above audible range,
but don't lose them.

Uh, copy that.

Where are we headed?
Do you want to get a smoothie?

We're going to see
our old friends.

Oh... I've got
a five o'clock flight

so I don't know
whether I'll have time...

- Hey, you wanted to chitchat?
- Yes, I do.

- So, let's chitchat.
- Okay, good.

- So how you doing?
- Good.

You wired?

Yes. Yes, I am wired.

I'm, uh, you know, white-knuckle flier.

I-I get pre-flight anxiety.

So, I get, I get very anxious
before a flight.

I didn't think it showed.

So, I guess you got your money.

No, I didn't.

Did you call for backup?

Do I ever call for backup?

No.

- You think I'm dirty?
- You tell me.

I ain't telling you shit,
you IA piece of crap.

- What?
- Thought you had me played.

Feeding me all that bullshit
this whole time?

I've been feeding you bullshit?

That's right. Bullshit!

Oh, now, you wait
just one minute, mister!

You shot me, you dragged
me all over town

you used me to set up
your dirty deals.

Hey, I've got news for you, homie

I'm not your bitch anymore!

Now, I want the truth
and I want it now.

I think you're involved
and I think you killed Booty.

Aw, shit!
He just blew it.

I killed Booty?

I said, I think
you killed Booty.

How the hell did you
know Booty was dead?

Exactly, how would I know?
I wouldn't know.

So I could not be
more wrong on that point.

- Let's do this, gentlemen.
- Mmm.

Inside.

Target has stopped,
the deal's going down now.

They told me to get
a confession from you.

I know.

Shall we?

Down!

Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired!

Get me an assault team!

- Get out.
- We're gonna die.

- We're gonna die.
- Hey, hey! Just calm down.

- We are not going to die.
- Oh!

- Trust me.
- Trust you.

There are the guns.
Where's my money?

Let me ask you something.

Did he say I was his bitch
or his dumb bitch?

You think I'll roll in here
with a truckload of cash

so you can take it from me
and kill me? I look that stupid?

Just in case you are,
I'll speak real slow.

If you don't have two
and a half million dollars

in your car, you're
both gonna die now.

- I don't think so.
- Yeah, why's that?

'Cause we brought company.

You son of a bitch.

- You're under arrest.
- That's a cue.

What's my assault team's ETA?
I need 'em here now!

Tell me, which one of you Spice
Girls blew my partner away?

That'd be me.

- That makes you Scary Spice.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Gentlemen, let's not
lose our heads here

'cause we all have people
we want to see again.

I have a family.

You have a daughter.
I'm sure you have someone.

- I have no one.
- Well, let me finish.

You have someone not
in the traditional sense...

Well, fucking now I have you.

I've got to learn
to stop talking.

- Now back off!
- Or what?

- Do I really need to say it?
- You shoot him, I shoot you.

Better yet, this gun can put
a hole through both of you.

- You won't do that.
- Wanna bet?

- You won't shoot your friend.
- Yes, he would and he did.

- But I hope he won't.
- Shut up.

Nigel, take his gun.

Now, you give your gun to Nigel

and you get on
your knees slowly.

Let it go.

You're alone, Agent Vann.

It might appear that way, but
my man Masseter's got my back.

- Who?
- Mr. Masseter.

Latin dude.
600 pounds of power.

Nice try.

See, now I'm gonna
count to three.

If you don't give
your gun to Nigel

and get on your knees

I'm gonna put a bullet
between your eyes.

- One, two...
- Three.

Ah! Oh!

Ah!

Move in now!
Go! Go! Go!

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Shit!

Are you alive?
Oh! Are you hit?

- Yeah.
- Where?

In my ass.

In your ass?
Let me take a look.

Ow, shit!
Get off me!

I'll get the taco sauce.

- Alright. Easy.
- On your face! Get down! Now!

- Alright, let's go!
- Watch your right!

Can I assume that Agent Vann
has been cleared

by Internal Affairs now?

Not so fast. I want to see
every penny of that money.

Heads up.

How about now, you
bean-counting moron?

Look, I appreciate
the ride, I really do.

But I think I can get
on a plane by myself.

Yeah, I'm sure you can.

But I just want to see
it with my own eyes.

The white zone is
for immediate loading

and unloading
of passengers only.

No parking.

Tell me I didn't hear
what I think I just heard.

It's really nothing.
I wouldn't worry about it.

It's nothing.

Did you eat lunch when you
went back to the hotel?

- I had lunch.
- What did you have?

- I had a sandwich.
- What kind of sandwich?

Steak sandwich.

Oh shit! You rotten-ass
son of a bitch!

- Oh, my.
- Sisters.

Oh, sweet Jesus!

This is the boarding call for the...

Right through, please, sir.

You're fine.
Sir, right through.

Um, sir, could you
come with me, please?

On the mat, please.

Arms straight out.
That's it, thank you.

Huh.

Uh...

Is there something
in your butt, sir?

Yeah... a bullet

that's permanently
lodged in my ass

that I received in the line
of duty saving his ass.

I can vouch for that.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to step behind the screen.

I'm gonna need to get
a cavity search team, please.

Oh, hell, no!
That ain't happening! No!

No, no, no.

Sir, you cannot step
past this point...

Don't worry. I am never
going past this point.

See what you done?
I can't even leave town now.

Sorry.

Well, I guess
I should get going.

You say goodbye to your
little ballerina for me.

Mmm. Tell yours
I said hello too.

- Well...
- Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!

- Let's not... say we did.
- Okeydoke.

Told you I never met anyone I
wasn't friends with eventually.

Bye, Vann.

Andy.

- Cavity search team?
- Yes, sir.

Where the hell you guys been?

Guy's getting away.

Grey plaid suit,
brown bag. Hurry!

Sir! Excuse me, sir!

Sir! Excuse me, sir!

Yeah, we, uh, need to perform
a cavity search, please.

- What? What?
- Yeah, just this way.

Who's my bitch?

- It'll just take a few minutes.
- I have done nothing wrong!

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