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I thought him out first.

I should have known how he was going to greet me.

The last time I saw him was when I stepped out of jail.

I told him that I never wanted to see him again because of what had happened

that we were through.

Chase and I were supposed to get married once upon a time.

Then, life happened.

My lord in heaven, the hell done freeze over today?

Better sharpen your skates, old man.

Look at you.

It's good to see you. Good to see you.

I'm looking for Mr.

Steel.

You know, I don't think he's here.

In fact, you might want to check the local tavern. You know, you could even

at the local whorehouse.

He's probably hanging out in the gutter with the rest of his degenerate friends.

Do my eyes deceive me, or is it the devil himself?

Looks like I could say the same thing for you, couldn't I?

I need to talk to you.

So talk.

You know, there's no saving that boy.

He's got no manners at all.

He'll leave you alone.

I need your help, Chase.

Oh, really?

Well, by all means, what can I do for you today?

I'm serious.

I won't back in.

I don't think I heard you. What'd you say?

You heard me.

I need a wad to patch my mom up.

I don't have a lot of time. This is the only way I know to make the money quick

enough.

No.

Come on, Chase.

Look, there's nothing I can do for you.

There's nothing happening right now. Besides, you come into my shop, give me

some horseshit story about, oh, I need a quick score to patch up my mom's

operation. What kind of bullshit is that?

Sounds like a bad plot for some kind of a fucking porno.

That's really funny, dickhead. My mother is dying.

She's all I've got left.

I've got to help her.

Look, Flash, I'm sorry about your mother.

Truly, I am.

But... I can't do anything to help you. I'm sorry. Just... Good luck.

Fuck you, Chase.

You know, you haven't changed a bit.

You never cared about anybody but yourself.

Heard about your mom.

Sorry. Good lady.

Yeah. I don't know what I'm going to do without her.

Jesus Christ. Look, look at these fucking bleeding hearts over here.

Look, just give me a minute to clean up. We'll meet up. We'll come to terms.

We'll figure this out. Just meet me at the diner in, let's say, about an hour.

You know, I reckon that boy's got a soul after all.

I wouldn't give him that much credit.

He just can't turn down the thrill of another boost.

Besides, I'm too cute to say no to.

Chase came around after a bit.

He told me everything.

This is this guy. His name is Enrique.

Big time drug dealer. He pretty much took over Long Beach last year, right?

So he gets this wild hair up his ass. He decides he wants to ship stolen cars

down to South America.

So what does he do? He goes and hires this little gangbanger wannabe guy named

Johnny Jackass.

So anyway, Johnny and his buddies...

Still about 50 cars, right?

Shitload of cash.

They pull off the heist. Everything goes great. They take the cars back to the

dock. Enrique scopes it all out. It's all good.

Boxes up the cars.

Ships them out.

Everything's fine and dandy, right?

Wrong.

Johnny fucked up.

How do you do that?

You won't believe that.

I'm gonna fuck you so hard your pussy's gonna hurt until next week.

Fuck me, baby.

Amen.

Spit on my car. Spit on it.

Spit on it.

Yes.

That's right.

Come back here.

So, uh, what's so unbelievable about that?

It's the... It was his best friend's wife.

What the fuck, motherfucker?

See, there's nothing to it.

I just gave my man Enrique a call and I got the job.

So what's the list of ladies look like?

Moody and complex.

Yeah, moody and complex would be an understatement.

When's the deadline?

Three days.

Three days?

A job like that would take two weeks at least.

At least.

Well, you're right about that.

But we're not going to do it in three days.

Okay, that's a relief.

We're going to do it in one night.

What? You're kidding, right?

No. Come on, I'll show you.

Chase. Hey, what's going on, brother? What's going on, brother? I know. Yeah,

I'm pretty occupied.

JC, I think you need flash.

Flash? I do.

Hey, what's the JC for?

Jesus Christ.

My mother thought it would guarantee my entrance into heaven, but I don't think

becoming a car thief is what she quite had in mind.

Hopefully not.

I guess you've already heard every Jesus Christ joke in the book, eh? Uh, yeah.

Why do you think I shortened it to JC?

All right, all right, you two. We need to go see Crone.