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This guy, he's a real problem.

Yeah, okay.

I mean, granted, the kid's a hothead.

He's putting stupid all over everything.

Yeah, I get it, but you can't kill him.

I'm pretty sure I can.

I'm not saying you can't kill him.

I'm saying you can't kill him.
He's Ed Mackey's wife's cousin.

- Brenda?
- Yeah, yeah.

He's Brenda's cousin.

Fine.

We'll try talking to him first.

Aren't we on a clock?

Do we really have time
for whatever the fuck this is?

Why the fuck is... he here exactly?

Him?

- He's here because we think...
- "We think"?

"We"? Is "we" you and this clown?

Motherfucker shows up out of nowhere,

and suddenly we're talking to him
about what he thinks?

Last I checked, this is your score, Philly.

Hey, kid, come here.

Fuck.

No. Just look.

Do yourself a favor?

Shut the fuck up.

Yeah?

Okay?

Listen.

I don't know you, asshole.

What's more, you don't know me.

I'm not one to... to fuck with.

Just ask around. My real name's Knox.

That's nice.

My real name is Parker.

Okay, you're...

You're Parker?

Well, listen, man,
I'm not trying to make trouble.

I'm just doing my part.

Your part?

What, like threatening to shoot
the supervisor out there?

Yeah, well, he was mouthing off.

Yeah, but we can't shoot him.

You know we can't shoot him.

And now, since he called
your idiotic bluff, he knows it, too.

Well, how do you know... that was a bluff, man?

Jesus Christ.

So your plan was to shoot the one guy
that we absolutely, positively need

to finish this job?

'Cause that would make you a psycho.

So which is it?

Are you an idiot or are you a psycho?

I won't... shoot... I won't shoot anyone.

I don't actually need a gun.
I think you should take it.

- No.
- No, seriously, you take it, please.

We don't need you useless.
We need you smart.

Well, I can be smart.

No, you can't. But you can pretend.

So, before you make any move at all,
just imagine what a smart person might do,

and then you do that instead, okay?

Yeah, absolutely. I got it.

And keep your fucking gun holstered.
You got it?

Yeah, okay.

- You got it?
- Yeah, I got it.

- Okay, great.
- Got it.

Good. That's settled.

- Here we go.
- All right.

You're fine.

Almost there.

- Mr. Supervisor.
- Have a seat.

Which one is she?

What?

You're not this stupid,
and this ain't your money.

If there's a robbery,
you're trained to just hand it over.

Which means you're trying to impress someone.

My guess is it's a girl.

No. No, please. Look.

I want to marry her.

You know, I can't just cave,
not in front of everybody.

We're through the first lock.

All right, fine. Go thump him.

What?

The kid.

Deck him. He won't hit you back.

- And then you open the vault for me.
- Really?

You open it clean,

no distress code, no delayed alarms,
and we're friends.

You know we need you alive.

The thing is, these other people,
we don't need them at all.

Come on.

What the fuck, man?

Ryan, you asshole!

What the fuck are you doing?
You're gonna get us all killed!

Yeah, you'll make a lovely couple.

Joe, why can't we just park
out front like normal people?

What, pay 15 bucks like normal people?

Daddy works here. Daddy gets perks.

No, those cars aren't supposed to be here.

Seriously?

So what?

You gonna track them down
and charge them 15 bucks?

- Come on, come on.
- Let's beat it, Parker.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus.

Shit.

Someone's robbing the place.

What?

No.

No ones, no fives. Big bills only.

- We got to call 911.
- What?

No. No, we're not calling anyone.

What are you talking about?

Don't you see?

This is perfect.

I'm gonna rob the robbers.

No.

I told you.
I never even had to pull my gun.

Gun!

Fuck! Cops!

What the fuck was that?!

- Stay down.
- Shit!

Joe, what the fuck are you doing?

Get Phil and the money to the car.

Get down, get down, get down!

You fucking lunatic!

Move, move!

- Get out of the way!
- Remain calm and stay seated...

Go, go, go!

Christ.

Give me my fucking...

...money.

The fuck?

This is yours.

Hide it or the cops will take it.

How bad is it, Philly?

Fucking collarbone.

Watch it, Zen! Fuck!

- All right, there's a turnoff up here.
- Let her drive. She's doing fine.

I had to pick this fucking job.

Ponderous, man.

It's fucking ponderous.

We'll do the easy one next year. Come on.

Shit.

Think I'm gonna puke. Wait.

Now, come on.

Sit me down.

You know you guys are Internet famous?

There's this whole, like, horse Twitter.

Tape.

They want y'all dead.

- Do it tight.
- Your eyes on me, all right?

- Okay.
- It's not gonna feel good.

Just get it done.

Doesn't look so bad.

I got a doctor we can trust.

Can Philly, you know, last a couple hours?

What, do I look fucking unconscious to you?

Ask me.

"Hey, Philly, you gonna hang on
for a couple hours?"

"Yes, I can. Go fuck yourself."

I'll live.

- I keep seeing that kid's face.
- Knox?

- Yeah, that was rough.
- Yeah.

I mean, that could've been any one of us.

Asshole, it was one of us.

It was me.

Hit me.

What I want to know is: Where the fuck
did that asshole come from out of nowhere?

Guns blazing. Who was that guy?

Some amateur.

Bathroom?

Over there. No door on it.

Sorry.

What did you say to the woman in the car?

When you leaned back in. You said something.

I gave her ten grand.

That was nice.

I guess that makes up for shooting
her boyfriend in the head?

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

She kept the money.

So maybe when the cops come around
asking questions, everything's a blur.

Trust me, it's a good thing.

Sure. Long as it comes out of your share.

Everybody's an asshole today.

Except for you.

- Thanks, old man.
- Yeah, fuck.

I'm muscle, not a numbers guy. This is...

I can see the smoke coming out your ears.
Give me it.

This is like a third grader.

Did you understand any of this?

What the fuck is this shit?

Look, it was a good score.

What do we got?
I'd say a little over 60K apiece.

I thought it'd be more.

Yeah, I always think that, too.

I don't suppose you'd all like
to give me your shares?

- Just chill out, all right?
- No?

- We're here.
- You're funny.

We're breathing. All right?

- I know, old man.
- Calm down.

- Anything after that's gravy.
- It's just an ask.

I got dibs on shower.

Leave some hot water for me, Zen.

Zen!

What?

We're bunking here for two weeks.

- I just...
- Probably see your dick at some point.

No one's ever seen his dick.

People have seen my dick.

Okay, well, then you can turn around
if you're embarrassed.

Yeah, man, show some decency.

Come on, you know how to be a gentleman?

What makes you think I want to?

I'm happy to watch.

If the lady wants to get undressed,
let her get undressed.

Gun!

Give me a fucking gun!

Bitch!

For the greater good.

Why the...

- Fuck you!
- Asshole!

Hi.

Welcome back.

Hello, Mr. Kincaid.

We were worried we were gonna lose you.

It was just carpal tunnel surgery.

I got you something that's gonna make you
feel a whole lot better.

Thanks.

It's a gift card.

In Bitcoin.

Great.

You still got that boyfriend or what...

Yeah, I do.

- What...
- Got to get rid of him.

Why?

I got to go see the boss man.

Actually, Mr. Lozini has a very busy morning.

- Should I ask when he might...
- No. Ask?

God, no. I actually need to see him.

'Sup, Bosco?

Looking good.

Excuse me, Mr. Lozini.

You got a sec?

Not if you're here to tell me
I should buy more fucking Bitcoin.

Dude, you should. It's the way of the future.

But no, there's actually something
I wanted to heads you up on.

So, I was looking into that incident
at the racetrack over the weekend...

Meadowview Downs. I know it got hit.

Please. Please help yourself.

So, there was this guy that was on-site
in the money room when it went down,

and he swears that one of the heisters was Parker.

Parker?

Is he sure?

Well, he didn't get a good look at him,
but he recognized the voice.

The voice? Give me a goddamn break.

No. He came up against Parker back in the day,

and he traumatized the poor guy,
and he swears that it was him.

Fuck me running.

Why now, after three years?

I'm gonna have to get involved.

Look, with all due respect, sir,

when you get involved,
there tends to be a lot of breakage.

Really? That's your professional assessment?

I'm thinking that maybe we don't poke the bear.

Especially if it's just a fluke.

Fine. As long as Parker stays out of New York,

The Outfit's deal with him stands.

I agree, man.

I'm thrilled.

I'm on it, boss.

That's good.

Or the breakage starts with your balls.

"Or the breakage starts...

How is that funny?

- Not funny.
- Shut the door.

Good. You're up.

I been checking in on you.

Doc said you'd probably wake this afternoon.

- Where am I?
- Seriously?

You don't remember coming in?

Fuck.

Guess you lost a lot of blood.

No, I remember, Madge.

What I mean is I asked you to put me in room 12.

Well, I tried to tell you
while you were busy passing out,

room 12 was taken.

Not that I get what your hard-on
for that particular room is anyway.

All the damn rooms are the same.

Well, is it open now, room 12?

No. There's another couple in there.

He's paid up for another 45 minutes.

You want your messages?

You got one from Stan Devers.

Says he's got a job for you.

I'm still on the last job.

I thought...

I mean, you said some girl crossed you,
took all the money.

I mean, it happens, right?

Just bad luck.

Yeah, for her.

Anyway, you get yourself some rest.

And don't worry about "room 12."

This one's just as good.

Get out.

- Get out!
- Fuck.

- Get out!
- Who are you?

You know you're being very rude?

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Holy fuck. Really?

Okay.

Here's the usual.

Plus extra for the doc and the other expenses.

I'll call for my messages
in a few days, all right?

Always nice to see you.

He's wearing my pants.

Parker.

Never expected to see you here.

Lots of kids here.

Philly and I, we couldn't have
any of our own, so...

he built a tree house.

It worked.

He's not with you?

Where is he?

I warned him. I...

I warned him.

There was a woman on this job with us.

Phil brought her in. Her name was Zen.

She crossed us, Grace. She shot Phil.

He really admired you.

You know that?

- No, I didn't know that.
- Yeah.

Because of the mob.

You know, he thought you were special because...

you took them on and you lived.

I didn't take on The Outfit. I...

I robbed them. By mistake.

Whatever. There was trouble,
real trouble, and you walked away.

And here you are again.

Safe and sound.

Well, I'm good at surviving.

So are cockroaches.

Grace, please.

Look, the score was 400,000.

All right, you help me find this Zen girl,
I'll give you some of that.

You'll give me some of that?

Phil would've gotten one seventh
if the score hadn't gone south, so...

You're fucking negotiating with me right now?

You never stop, do you?

I mean, if you won the lottery today,
what would you even do?

- No, humor me.
- Fuck it.

You just won all the money
you're ever gonna need.

What do you do?

Would you get a house on the shore?

- Sure, sounds great.
- Yeah?

You'd stop doing jobs?

- Look, we'll never know, will we?
- Because?

Because only idiots play the fucking lottery!

There is a guy.

He works out in Jersey City.

In supplies.

His name's Reggie Riley.

Thanks, Grace.

Parker.

You kill people, right?

When necessary, yes.

As a rule, no.

Brings too much heat
and usually doesn't solve anything.

Kill her for me.

Will you do that?

No, I fully understand your point.

Honestly, Mr. IRS.

Let me ask you a question.

Shouldn't I generate income

before being required to pay income tax?

Mr. Grofield, you can't operate a theater
at a loss five years in a row.

- Well.
- It isn't possible.

- Have you seen a show here?
- No.

Well, I'd wager that the vast majority
of your fellow men could say the same.

If you lose so much money, how do you
go on opening the theater every summer?

Stupidity.

That isn't an answer.

Of course it is.

Almost always.

Grofield, you got a phone call.

Thank God.

All right, pal, I'll get you them tickets.

Don't worry about nothing. I got you.

Popcorn, VIP section, all that.

Keep a good foot.

Moving forward.

What are you doing, taking that down?

We're putting it up.

See, that is the spirit.

Very good job on that work.
I'm liking the set dec.

Are you with me or what?!

- Yeah!
- Yeah?! Good.

There's the phone.

The other one.

The burner.

More discreet next time. Thank you.

Unsung genius thespian Alan Grofield.
You may speak.

Hey, it's me.

I'm in Jersey City.

I got a bit of a problem.

Well, you're in Jersey City, man.
Therein lies your problem.

I'm looking for a guy.

Reggie Riley. Deals in supplies.
You heard of him?

Yeah, I need to talk to him.

Okay, do you mean actually talk?

Because sometimes when you talk to people,
they end up at room temperature.

I'll be gentle.

- How gentle?
- Very.

I just need to ask him about a girl.

Oh, a girl.

So, is this an amorous inquiry?

She killed everyone on my last job.

Damn.

Wait, wasn't... Philly Webb on your last job?

Just focus, Grofield, okay? Reggie.

I'll look around, see what I can do.

Man, but if you need me, don't hesitate to call.

I'll be happy to fly out.

No, I'll call if I do.

Where's the adult magazines?

- Not you again.
- What...

What'd he take?!

Couple candy bars.

Bye, baby.

- Bye, baby.
- Bye, Reggie.

You know what the problem
with French food is, Jimmy?

It sits in the belly.

You need a strong digestif
to make a hole in your stomach.

This'll also make a hole in your stomach.

Who the fuck are you? Where's Jimmy?

Your driver? He's resting.

Did you kill him?

Ain't no way you could take him
in a fair fight.

Whatever you say.

- You must have tricked him somehow?
- Yeah, I tricked him.

Can we shut the fuck up about Jimmy now?

- Just tell me he's okay.
- He's okay.

I don't believe you.

Jimmy's got an ankle gun. Yeah, that's right.

I bet you didn't fucking catch that.

I hope he shoots you
in the fucking head with it.

My God, at this point, so do I.

I'm looking for someone. A woman.

You introduced her to Philly Webb.

- You mean Zen?
- Bingo.

Philly's wife called asking about her.

But it was really you asking, right?

Fuck! That was my mother's!

Zen.

- What can you tell me about her?
- Okay.

I only done business with her a few times.

She's, like, a commando.

Used to be part of some dictator's
elite guard... South American.

Elite guard?

You know, like a fucking kill squad.
Scary motherfuckers.

I told Zen to stay the fuck away from me.

Wait.

You called Zen?

- When?
- I don't know, before dinner.

Look, I told her someone was
asking questions, looking for her.

- Well, that explains it.
- Explains what?

- We're being followed, moron.
- We're being...?

Followed.

Black SUV, three cars back.

Zen sent them.

Wait. Those are Zen's people?

What do you think? She think I'm gonna rat her out?

- Christ, you got to do something.
- I'm not sure I do.

Okay, all right.
I'll tell you where she is, all right?

She's in an unfinished building right here in Jersey.

I got the address. I'll give it to you, all right?

Jesus, I wish Jimmy was here.

I swear to God, I...

My leg!

You asshole.

Open the door.

Give me the keys.

The building, the one under construction.

I need to go there.

Hello, Bosco.

They said it's gonna snow soon.

Like I got time to talk about the fucking weather.

I'm out of here, tonight.

Tonight?

Then you brought the plans?

I... can have them here in an hour.

And they lay out the heist in detail?

Exact detail. Everything you need to do the job.

Timings down to the minute.

You know, you might not realize it,

but you're doing a good thing, Bosco.

Fuck good.

I want the rest of my money.

Excuse me?

Well, that wasn't the deal.

I can't cut you in on the job
until I pull the job.

Once I turn over those plans,
what stops you from stiffing me?

Well...

Trust.

Only way this works.

Why the hell should I trust you?

I wouldn't.

Fuck.

And who the hell are you? How'd you get in?

Shut the fuck up and sit down.

There's no furniture.

Sit on the floor.

Sure, but I got this thing with my knee...

Stop talking.

You got one chance at this. Where's my money?

I spent it.

You're gonna kill me now, aren't you?

It'd be bad for business if I didn't.

Hey, now. Calm down a second.

Let's just talk about this, okay?

Just...

Jesus Christ!

Oh, my God.

You have any idea what you've done?

Well, some, yeah.

You have any fucking idea what you've done?

Go ahead. Fucking shoot me!

I needed him alive, you idiot!

All that effort, all of that money is fucking gone.

Now I have fucking nothing!

I have nothing now.

Wait. All the money?

Yeah, all the money.

Fucking wasted.

You got a new score,
and you used the 400 grand for seed money?

It was a big score until you put a bullet

into my only contact...

Don't...

Asshole!

You killed him again?!

Last time, I promise.

Fuck!

What was the job, this big job you had?

- Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?
- Tell me anyway.

- Here.
- You're such a gentleman. Thank you.

No, thank you! I don't want it.

I wanted snow.

What was the job?

It was a bank truck.

Four million.

Bosco had the routes, he had the codes,

- but like I said...
- You're lying.

Why are you lying?

Okay, fine.

You're gonna kill me anyway, right?

The plan was to rob this rich guy's estate.

Paintings, relics, worth millions.

Why the fuck are you laughing at me?

I'm curious why you keep lying to me.

But I'm not that curious.

Last try. What's the score?

We are gonna rob an entire country.

How?

Four months ago, there was a discovery

just off the coast of my country.

An archaeological find
worth more than our entire GDP.

Sunken treasure, Parker.

The name of the shipwreck is
The Lady of Arintero.

15th century Spanish galleon.

A billion dollars for our country overnight.

Think about it: poverty, hunger solved.

The problem is our presidente.

This corrupt piece of shit, Ignacio De La Paz.

Feed his people?

No.

He's gonna take that treasure for himself.

His plan is to ship the treasure to
America on a, quote, "goodwill mission,"

make sure people notice, put it on display
at the U.N. for everyone to see.

Then while it's in plain sight,

he gets someone to rob him.

That way, he can play the victim.

He takes his cut,

and he fucks off, bankrupts an entire country.

Unless we steal it first.

And that's the score, Parker.

You're worried about $400,000?

I mean, you're looking at gold, uncut stones,

not to mention The Lady herself.

So I feed people, you get rich.

Interested?

Who's he getting to steal it?

A local group, something called The Outfit.

Christ, that is a ton of dough.

It will be.

Leave it.

These were already spoken for,

and most of the smaller pieces now have buyers.

What about our Lady?

The naked chick?

She's the big prize.

Topped 500 mil.

To Phineas Paul, no less.

That dude has way too much fucking money.

You bite your tongue. And kiss my ass.

Are we still on schedule?

Well, there's been a little bit of a hiccup.

But...

you know Bosco?

He's missing.

But his part of the plan is already over,

so I'm assuming
it's not really that big of a... deal.

Bosco's missing, and your plan is to do nothing?

I mean, I guess I could try to...

Go find Bosco.

It's funny how I always come in here,
you call me an asshole,

- then you tell me to get the fuck out.
- Get the fuck out.

I'm go... I'm fucking...

My dearest P, I must confess,
I don't know why we're here.

I just... I can't wrap my head around it.

It ain't like she ate
the last piece of pizza, man.

- She offed Philly.
- I'm aware of that.

What happened to you killing her?

I'm gonna do it, just not yet.

The art of procrastination.

I know this all too well.
I do it with the dentist.

The difference is
he ain't trying to kill my ass.

That you know of.

- Is this her?
- Yeah.

If it isn't Trigger Happy and his pal Grover.

Grofield is the name. Thank you.

I like Grover.

What? I ain't ask what the hell you like.

I said my name is Grofield.

The guys are clean.

Gentlemen, Colonel Fabricio Ortiz.

My boss.

So you are the criminals
that want to help us with our mission?

No.

You're the amateurs who stole my 400K
for a job you already fucked up.

And you're the vicious killer
who murdered three of our men.

Well, it doesn't say much for your men, does it?

Hola.

Have you heard of The Lady of Arintero?

Old shipwreck, belly full of gold.

Worth a billion or something like that.

Even more, perhaps.

The Arintero was no ordinary ship.

Her story's stuff of legends.

In 15th century Spain...

Skip it.

No story. Just tell him about the plan.

I want to know the story.

He needs to understand the importance of this...

No, he doesn't.

There's treasure. It'll be in New York tomorrow.

That's plenty.

Look, we're in.

But we want 30%.

Thirty?

That's 300 million.

We have got no time, Colonel.

Without these men, we will fail.

Who is that?

Look at that.

You got to be kidding me.

- Is that papier-mâché?
- I ain't gonna lie.

I kind of like it, man. This kind of
could be a nice little key chain.

They got a little arts and crafts shop
going in here.

As you can see,

we're crafting a replica of the blessed Lady.

I noticed that.

Why?

To switch it with the original.

This way, we can hide the theft, you see.

Hiding the theft is the least of our worries.

Fine.

Perhaps I was premature.

Tell us, what are our worries?

Well, número uno is we're stealing from the U.N.,

the most protected building
in the whole entire fucking planet.

It'd take us months to work out.

But we don't have to steal it from the U.N.

El Presidente's robbers are
already doing that for us.

I don't think I understand.

We let his people do the hard part,
and then we steal it from them.

I see.

We'll rob the robbers.

Exactamundo. Is that a word?

Yes. Good job.

Been working on my Spanish.

How's the leg? Your gait's looking pretty good.

Now, just before you get any ideas,

I take care of Zen.

So stay away.

I get it. She's a sweet girl.

I mean, even the birthmark on her ass
kind of looks like a rose?

Mateo, no.

You know, we don't keep secrets.

No elephants in the car.

- Come again?
- Okay. All right.

The group that's out here in New York
helping El Presidente

steal the "treasure"... who are they?

It's The Outfit. It's Lozini.

Lozini is the elephant.

Lozi... Okay.

Any questions?

No questions from me. That's...

- All right.
- Good.

Matter of fact, maybe one little, little question.

Shoot.

Are you fucking crazy?!

What are you doing, man?
You can't go up against Lozini.

You made a deal.

You're not even supposed to be in New York City.

What? What?

I'm dead.

I'm dead. I'm dead. Niggas is dead, wiggas is dead...

Relax. It'll be fine.

We'll be in and out before they even know I'm there.

Oh, my God. Not for nothing, man,

but that little Zen bitch, she gonna cross
and kill you first chance she get.

- You know that.
- I know.

Don't worry. You know me. All right?

- I only walk where the ice is thick.
- I know.

That's the problem, P. You walk on the ice.

I do if I'm well paid.

Shit. Touché.

300 mil, that's... that's a lot.

Jesus.

Jesus.

So, where do we start?

Anything?

One of their lieutenants,

the rather dapper fellow
I've been following around...

Let's go. Let's go.

Kincaid?

Yeah, he just met up with some muscle.

What are they doing?

I don't know.

I'll follow and see where they land.

Yeah, well, I think we may have
a second shot at those heist plans.

There's one more guy
we could talk to: the boyfriend.

Meantime, stay on Kincaid.

Okay.

He's here, Bosco's boyfriend.

I asked around. He owns the place, lives upstairs.

- Is that it?
- I'm told he has a thing for elephants.

Look, I think I should talk to him alone.

I'm just saying, we've met before,
I'm not a threat.

Come on, you got to trust me sometime.

That's the only way this works.

I watched you shoot five people on a whim.

I don't trust you.

And I'm not going to trust you.

And if you try to handle me again,

I'm gonna put a bullet in your
fucking stomach and let you bleed out.

- I didn't do it on a whim.
- I forgot.

You were fighting for your country.
Or something equally stupid.

Look, you want that to work out?

Step carefully around me.

There he is. Nick.

What are you gonna say to him?

I'm gonna tell him Bosco's dead and we
need to find the plans right fucking now.

You can't tell him Bosco's dead.

- Why the fuck not?
- He'll freak out.

Bosco was his boyfriend.

I met Bosco. He'll be fine.

Don't tell him Bosco's dead. Just let me...

And I'm not handling you.

But let me start things off, okay?

Ease into it.

Before you get all Parker.

Thank you.

Nick.

I love this place you got.

What a stunning location.

Am I supposed to know you?

I'm Lisa.

Bosco?

He's dead.

What?

I gave you a shot.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- What, do you think we got all day?

No.

No.

No.

No!

- Oh, shit.
- No...!

- No. No crying.
- See that?

- Great. Real nice. Shit.
- Don't do that.

- Look what you did.
- Come on, calm down.

No! No!

It's all right.

- It's all right.
- But I don't understand.

What happened? I just saw him yesterday.

Well, you're not gonna see him again, so...

Put your hands on the table.

Are you buying this bullshit?
He's got a hidden gun under there.

Bosco had papers of ours. Plans.

Where are they? They're not at his place.

If they were important,
then they're probably upstairs.

With Mr. Bluey.

Who the fuck is Mr. Bluey?

Mr. Bluey?

Go.

Bring him back. Bring him back!

Shit. Okay.

Better be good.

Hey, P, Kincaid's men are knocking over some...

I don't know... like, some club or something.

Get down! Go!

Oh, shit.

Seems like you're aware of that. All right...

Thank you, Grofield.

No, thank you. Thank you for calling.

Sending signals into fucking space

to provide me with that wonderful,
useful information.

I have to go now.

All right, damn.
You ain't have to say it like that. Shit.

- Go! Get over there!
- Go!

Come here.

You, too, asshole.

All the cash we have on hand is yours.

Take it. Take every last...

Fuck the money.

Where's Bosco?

Now let's try this again.

Bosco, he's missing.

Where is he?

Oh, fuck.

- Yo, what's going on?
- I did something.

I think he's having a fucking heart attack.

Help me get him down. Let's go.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I'm a doctor.

I can help.

Please. Stand back.

Okay? I can help.

Zen! Come on!

We got to find Mr. Bluey!

Zen, what the hell are you doing?!

I'm right behind you. Go!

What the fucking hell?

No.

Mr. Bluey?

No, you can't be serious.

Mr. fucking Bluey.

- It's a bad time.
- Yeah, tell me about it.

Cops are about two minutes out. We got to abort.

- Plus Kincaid's here. He cannot see you.
- What?

- All right?
- Well, give me a sec.

Shit.

Oh, shit!

Parker.

Be quiet.

That was close?

Sure was.

Shit.

No, I'm okay. I'm okay. Thank you.

Kincaid. He see you? Recognize you?

- I took care of him.
- Okay, good.

'Cause the damn job would've ended right there.

Club owner didn't make it.

Well, you did everything you could, Doctor.

Where are the plans?

Mr. Bluey.

Where?

Mr. Lozini.

He's just gone to sleep.

Well, I'll just sit with him a minute.

Try not to wake him.

Poor guy, he's lucky to be alive.

Okay.

I'll fucking...

All right, calm down. You're gonna hurt yourself.

I was still falling.

What happened?

We went... looking for Bosco.

But we couldn't find Bosco.

We found Parker instead.

What?

Because clearly he's here.

Goddamn.

I should've stepped in as soon as I heard his name.

Sir, he just threw me out a window, man.

He threw me out a fucking window.

You got to see this.

Couple of punks.

I'm trying to see.
I can't really... I can't really see.

Want to know why they're dangerous?

Because they know they're criminals.

That's why.

We got soft is what it is.

We get hit, instead of reaching for a bat,

we file a goddamn insurance claim.

Mr. Lozini, there's a little soup over there.

- Can you just help me...
- We forgot we're criminals.

But not those guys down there.

And not Parker.

Well, Parker's on the way.

Can I get you something, Stan?

You old enough to drink?

I'm kidding.

Anything?

- No, I'm okay, thank you.
- Okay.

Brenda, is that a... Kandinsky over there?

- That one? Th... No.
- Yeah.

That's... Bed Bath & Beyond.

Stan. Can I get you something?

You old enough to drink?

- I just said that.
- You did?

I just said that. I just made that same joke.

- But did you check his I.D.?
- I didn't check his I.D.

You always got to one-up me, don't you?

- I'm not trying to...
- You guys are funny.

That'll be them.

So, Stan, I hear... from Parker

that you're, like, a bit of a daredevil
behind the wheel?

I used to race go-karts back in the day.

And also you're...

like catnip to the ladies or something?

No.

No.

I don't see it.

Parker.

You look like shit.

- Well, thank you.
- Hiya, Grofield.

- Thank you.
- Come in, come in.

You're new.

How goes the acting, Grofield?

Excellent.

We actually just started
a new season of experimental theater.

You know, it's called
"Plays without the audience."

Plays without people?

I don't really want
to talk about it too much.

Kind of just stumbled into it, but...

Who's this?

This is Stan. Stan, this is Grofield.

- Stan.
- Grofield.

He's weird.

- He's weird.
- I don't know what it is.

Something about his hair or something.

The weird I see. The weird I definitely see.

...this bounty, which represents

our legacy and our future.

All right, bring it in.

Today is a great day for my people.

This is the stuff dreams are made of.

Lying bastard.

That's my rug. Who are you?

Who the fuck is this guy?

Wait. Mateo and Tomas aren't here yet.

- They're not invited. They're out.
- I'm sorry?

You cancel my guys?

I don't trust them. I mean, you got
a problem with that, talk to your boss.

- He's her boss.
- Right.

- I see. All right.
- Okay.

I thought I was talking to my boss.

- We're good?
- So good.

Go.

Okay.

Right now, the stuff is here
in the basement of the General Assembly.

But in a little over 24 hours, it won't be.

The Outfit will have taken it.

Do we know how they're gonna do it?
I mean, all that security...

Seven-line. Runs under the U.N.

There used to be a stop there.
Now it's a ghost station.

Maybe they have an inside man
to smooth it along.

We're not sure.

However they manage to steal it
doesn't really matter to us.

Once they've teleported the stuff to the station,

that's where we come in.

Wait, wait, wait.

So you're telling me these guys
have got a teleporter?

You know what?
That sounds really fucking stupid.

Like, even in my own head,
that sounds really stupid.

You were just being flippant.

I get it. I get it. Keep going. Keep going.

- Don't do that again.
- I won't.

Anyway, once they have the loot,
that's where Bosco's plans come in.

Their scheme is to get it out on a refuse train.

Train's automated, runs late at night,

station to station,
where crews load it with the day's trash.

Not tomorrow.

Tomorrow it's going to skip every stop
all the way out to Flushing.

There's a dump there, Outfit-controlled.

That's where you and Brenda come in.

You're gonna get in the control tower
at the Bryant Park station.

There's a shift change every night at 1:00 a.m.

That night, we'll make sure
the normal crew is otherwise detained.

Once you're in, you need to take control
of our train and speed it up.

Wait, wait, wait.

Let me just interject for a second here.

You want two non-actors
who you want to play the MTA guys

- when you got a trained thespian right here?
- Grofield...

I mean, have y'all even done
the background on these characters?

What about their family life?

- Grofield. Grofield, Grofield!
- Have you ever done the background on...

I got a part for you, okay?

You play the guy that shuts the fuck up.

You know what to do.

Relax.

- Get it out, get it out.
- Fuck!

There you go. All right.

This is the MTA operations manual
for that particular control board.

Study it.

Also, according to Bosco's plans, they got
a guy in there on The Outfit's payroll.

His name is Glasscock.

You motherfucker.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Just keep going, man. Keep going.

You're doing a great job.

Once you speed up the train,
there's only one thing left to handle:

a fail-safe built into the station's tracks.

It's designed to trip the brakes
on any train going over a certain speed.

The goal is 70 miles an hour.

At that speed, it jumps the track,

crashes down here, slides into the dirt over there.

We move in quick, grab the boxes,
including the big one.

We'll have a cube truck standing by.
Stan, you need to get us one.

No problem.

We should have ten full minutes
to load it up, get gone.

Plenty of time.

Questions?

All right, we'll meet again 5:00 p.m. tomorrow.

Party at our place?

I'd like a room. The name's...

Mr. Willis, is that you?

And you can take a break.

It's been years. Perhaps three, if memory serves.

- It serves. Is my usual room free?
- Number 12.

If it isn't, I will just move the current occupant.

Seems we're in luck.

Good evening, Mr. Willis.

Champagne?

What are you doing here?

I said contact me only in an emergency.

I was clear.

I got a room right down the hall.

You don't mind, do you?

Well, not if you're in it.

Well...

...I do have an emergency.

Want to hear it?

My zipper's stuck.

That's what I was afraid of.

Treasure's on page one.

You can read?

No, I just look at the pictures.

You don't know that story, do you?

Of The Lady of Arintero.

Once upon a time...

Oh, my God, you guys love this story.

...in the 15th century...

You're going to love it. Settle in.

Most of Spain had been conquered.

Until a mysterious knight from León joined the fight.

No one knew who he was,

until during the Battle of Toro,

another soldier swung a blade, tore open his armor

and exposed...

a female breast.

So, like a transgender thing?

No, not like a transgender thing.

See, the point is she was a countess,
and she gave up everything...

her position, her riches, her femininity...

to fight as a man for something bigger than herself.

- That's the Lady of Arintero.
- Yes.

And that's why they named the ship after her.

Because of the wardrobe malfunction.

Tits hanging out.

Stories like that shaped me as a kid.

What shaped you, Parker?

Well, I stole something and I got away with it.

Pretty simple.

You are simple.

You see, not everyone is just a crook like you.

For some people, like Ortiz, this is about more...

Treasure. All right?

Cut the fucking noble bandito bullshit.

He's stealing fucking treasure.

From the people who stole the treasure before him.

Guys are all crooks like me.

They're just better at it.

But thank you for the story. It was very compelling.

Well, here's another story for you.

You, me, this, it has to work.

I can't risk you getting cold feet, can I?

I see.

You came to warm my feet?

Mateo, no!

Him?! How could you?

Hola.

Look who's back, Tomas.

My competition lover boy.

Hey, does he look cold to you?

He does a little.

I'm thinking cold

like this.

You'll die of exposure in, what, half hour?

Which is a shame.

Because The Outfit are coming
to claim your ass in an hour.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

We made some calls.

They were looking for you.

The Outfit? Coming here?

Are you guys really that stupid?

You really think you offer me up,
The Outfit's gonna let you walk away?

It ain't us they want. It's you.

They already know what I'm doing.

Means they also want to know
what you're doing.

We're not doing anything.

Sure, you dumb fuck. You tell them that.

They'll still torture you just to be sure!

I think you're forgetting something.

We're not gonna be here.

- Bye, now. Enjoy the weather.
- No.

So they're early.

It don't mean nothing.

You're so sure, go check it out.

Mateo. Listen.

You fucked up, but I can fix this. Okay?

Just uncuff me, and we take them out together.

Say what, asshole?

I know them, how they work.

- We just left you to die.
- Yes.

You tried to kill me, all right?
I'm over it.

Look at me.
Holding grudges is not how I do business.

It's getting late.

I found you.

My little traitor.

Traitor?

Putting our entire country at risk
because you think I'm your girlfriend?

Yeah, how'd you find us?

You left your phone on
when you were sending me

all of those bitchy text messages.

What'd you do to Tomas?

Nothing yet, but I think
I'm gonna shoot his dick off.

That sounds fun.

But we heard him scream.

What are you talking about?

I thought that was you guys.

Get down!

The Outfit.

You were right.

You just... you just saved my life.

You're welcome.

Fucker.

It really is you.

Kill me if you want.

Goddamn. What the hell's going on?

I told you to report back.

Was Parker really there?

Yeah. He was.

Well, shit fire and little fishes.

Parker.

What a surprise.

And my two guys?

Let me look.

Yep, dead.

We had a deal, asshole.

You stay out of my city, I don't kill you.

How fucking hard is that?

What was that first part again?

I should've put you down

three years ago.

I let you live.

Yeah?

Gave you a pass 'cause you killed my boss,
which I admit was very good for me.

Bullshit. I got to him.
That meant I could get to you.

You were scared shitless.

Scared?

Of you?

I run The Outfit, bitch.

I point,

people vanish.

I got a fucking army!

Minus two, last time I checked.

Like I give a shit, you child.

Let's see if you can hold this
in what's left of your brain.

You're one lone psycho.

You can't take down an entire organization.

It's not possible.

Nobody tells me where I get to walk.

Okay, great, fine.

Then you'll be dead by morning.

Almost forgot.

Now, that genius caper you've been planning?

I've been ahead of you this whole time.

So you can forget it, pal.

It's over.

What's over?

The heist.

I bumped it up, you arrogant prick.

See, it's not tomorrow.

It's now. You lose.

Shit.

Come on.

Shit. Come on!

I got you. I got you.

We got to go now.

I got you. Come on.

Get me in the fucking car.

Shit.

Mommy dearest.

The heist is happening now.

Everything got moved up 24 hours.

I like it when you call me Pookie, girl.

Grofield?

Grofield, are you there?

Shit. Hey, Parker.

Hey, Parker. How's it going?

The heist is happening right now.

You got to move. Is everyone still there?

Are you ready? Now, remember.

Okay, let's go. Okay, let's...

We're... we ready. Yeah, we ready.

You been... We been ready. You ready?

Fucking kidding me.

Everything's the same, all right?

Well, it's not the same
because it's not tomorrow.

Remember, shift change happens
at 1:00, all right?

- So if you miss it...
- Shut the fuck up and we won't! Go.

- Go!
- Ed, get your snow bunny. Get her.

- That's not nice.
- Get to hoppin'! Get to hoppin'!

That's not nice.

Stan!

Stan. Hi.

Cube truck!

Yes. Truck. Yes.

- Yes, yes.
- Are you here, man? Are you woke?

Is it working for you? Can you do this?

You think I ever stole a truck sober?

Goddamn, your breath stink, man!

Get it together, a'ight?

You need to get that shit together

and stop drinking on the jo...

- Get out of the road!
- Motherfucker!

You don't see me walking?!

Sorry, the heat is up as high as it goes.

That's okay.

I'll just warm my hands over
the fiery wreckage when we crash.

You used to like my driving.

- Okay. Fuck. Shit.
- Okay.

Where did Parker get this, Baby Gap?

I wouldn't worry about it too much, honey.

If you walk in there looking like that,
they're definitely gonna let us in.

Really?

Welcome to Brooklyn.

I'm so stupid. Why didn't I think...

We're too late. Shift change already happened.

Don't worry. I got this.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

You in there, open up.

This is Supervisor Lewis.

We've got a security issue here.

Security issue?

Open the door, and we'll tell you everything about it.

We can't, Mr...

- It's Lewis.
- Lewis.

Not without the proper written order.

Listen to me, okay?

You've got a guy in there by the name of Glasscock.

This guy is up to something.

For some reason, he rerouted a refuse train.

You don't believe me, check the board.

What are they talking about?

I don't know, you know...

Oh, God.

Glasscock, Jesus. What are you doing?

- Gun. Gun.
- He's got a gun. Right.

- All right, I didn't anticipate that.
- No, clearly.

How the fuck did you know?

- Take it easy. Take it easy.
- Shit!

- Everything's gonna be fine.
- Back, back, back.

All right, everybody, back!
Just stay back, all right?

Put your hands up! You, get your hands up!

Get your hands up!

Goddamn it.

Great plan, Ed. Really cunning.

Is that value added?

Fuck.

Get out of my truck.

No.

Jesus.

Look, Joey, look, it's all over the truck.

Would you get the key?

Just get out of the...

Today of all days.

No. Asshole.

Don't do that.

No. Don't.

Don't... Don't smile at me.

Come on!

It's just a goddamn trash train, right?

I didn't want to take their money. I just...

They offered it to me. I said, "Sure, I need money.

I got these bills..."

Way to go, Supervisor Lewis!

Yes!

Who pushed the button? You did?

Yeah, it was me.

Well done.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

- Thank you very much.
- Awesome. Fantastic.

Thank you.

Now please put your hands in the air, and,
everyone, get your backs against the wall.

We're taking over this trash train.

Right?

What the...

- Come on, let's go.
- You heard him.

Back up.

Are we, like, being punked here or...?

Eyes up.

Somebody, check in.

Where the fuck is everybody?

Are you gonna shoot us?

I mean, maybe, yeah.

I don't know, but that's what makes this so exciting.

- Right, babe?
- Yep.

Okay, sorry.

We had to mute you before, but we're in now. Almost...

No. Everything here is wrong.

The board doesn't match.

Well, maybe you have it backwards.

Backwards? Me?

Okay. At the Trenton job, you're the one
that thought a six was a nine.

So, just saying.

Listen, it takes time to speed the train up.

- It's got to happen now.
- Yeah, we're on it.

Well, there should've been a line under it.

Okay, under the six? I'm sorry.

Last time I checked,
Trenton was in America, not Europe.

Good point. Also, please feel free to...

It's the keypad on the right.

- What?
- What?

That board's new. We got it a couple weeks back.

There we go.

Hey, Bruno Mars says it's the one on the right.

- Okay.
- Damn it, Lou.

Why you helping these people?

Divorced parents.

I can't stand the bickering.

- There we go.
- All the way, all the way.

Okay.

All right, Parker, we got it. The speed is climbing.

We are at 30 MPH.

35 MPH.

Stop saying "MPH."

Keep it maxed.

It's got to be twice that going into the turn.

Grofield, please tell me you're in position.

All right.

Just found parking.

Grofield?

Grofield, are you there?

What's happening, my man?

How are you?

It's coming, the train. You should be able to see it.

We good?

Shit.

Okay, go. No!

Shit! Shit!

Fucking piece...

Goddamn it! Come on.

Come on! Fuck!

Parker, we're at 50.

55.

Shit, it's gonna be close.

Zen and I are almost there. Grofield, are we good?

Come on!

Come on!

Yes!

Parker, the train passed the trip.

Grofield did it.

We are at 60.

All right, this is it. Here we go.

Guys? The train...

It missed. We missed.

It wasn't going fast enough.

Okay, do we stop it?

No.

Keep it going, fast as you can.

There's another turn just up the tracks.

Yes. Yeah, all right. I see it.

It's at... 23rd and Court.

Like a 90-degree bend.

Everybody got that? 23rd and Court. Get there. Move.

- Ed, there's gonna be another trip switch.
- No, I'm way ahead of you.

It's across the street from the post
office just before you reach the turn.

If I shortcut through Dutch Kills Green,
I should beat it there.

Oh, no.

No!

That's where I left that thing.

Silly me.

On my way, guys.

It's Court and... and...

What the fuck?!

All right.

Where are you?

Where?

Okay, trip switch. Trip switch.

Fuck.

What was that?

Guys, I think I just hit Grofield.

You what? Stan, come again?

Stan, are you there?

Speed seems about right this time.

That T stop is coming up pretty fast.

Grofield?

Shit. What's happening?

Grofield, where the hell are you?

It's now or never.

Yes!

Oh, no.

It's not what we planned. It's too fucking high.

Oh, my God!

Shit. Back up!

Shit.

- Oh, fuck.
- Let's go.

Fucking psycho.

Take a beat.

Come on. Up here, quick.

Where the fuck is Stan?

Drunk as a fucking skunk.

The fuck?

Lozini pulled the treasure early.

At the ghost station.

The damn train left without it.

No.

That's wrong.

Why would they run the trains?

Or fill them up with rocks?

Shit!

Well, because they coming after Parker, man.

They trying to set him up.

Shit.

We got to go. Now. Move!

Shit! Okay.

Motherfucker!

You want to play?!

Drop your weapons.

Zen, down!

No!

Grover, go!

This car is fucked!

Cops.

Goddamn.

Hi. It's me.

Come on. Let's go.

Shit.

Nice cube truck, Stan.

Come on, let's go. Get us the fuck out of here!

- Fuck.
- Get the fuck in the car!

Fuck, fuck.

Get in!

All right, breathe.

What you see behind me is what's left

of the 7-line refuse train,

which derailed sometime after 1:00 a.m. this morning.

Guys, guys.

Would you look at that?

Is that supposed to be you guys?

Turn that shit off, Stan.

Pull your fucking pants up, man.

Sorry.

You rushing off so soon?

Not much of a party.

Plus I've got to go home and break bad news

to some people you've never met
nor give a shit about.

You know, I didn't... steal something
to get away with it.

Come again?

At the hotel.

You asked me how I became a thief. That wasn't it.

There's a story.

No, thank you.

Come on, I listened to your fucking story.
You can at least listen to mine.

It's good.

I was 8.

Only thing I'd ever stolen was
a bottle of bourbon one time.

There were bullies, older kids, bigger kids.

They worked for this weed dealer
by the name of Maury.

Meanest drunk in town.

These kids, they ride around
making deliveries for the guy.

Anyway, one day,
I'm playing basketball with my friends.

These fucking bullies show up.

The biggest one, Cal, tells us
to fuck off, that this is his court.

Slugged my friend in the face,
knocked him out cold.

Look, I didn't have much that summer,

but I had basketball, and they took that from me.

Let me guess. You killed them.

At eight?

No.

But I waited.

And I watched.

Every Friday, that Cal guy,
he'd go visit this girl I knew.

Steal her bike to go see Maury.

He'd make her cry.

I decided I was gonna do something about that.

What did you do?

Dry her tears?

No, I destroyed her bike.

So when that asshole came around, no bike.

No bike for him.

He's late for Maury.

And Maury beats him... bad.

Breaks his arm.

Sorry, I thought this was
a story about you stealing.

It is.

The bourbon, remember?

I made sure that the meanest drunk in town
had a fifth in his car that day.

So while that Cal guy is laid up
with a busted elbow...

You were playing basketball.

All summer long.

I was 8 years old, and I was a fucker with a plan.

And I still am.

Will you put down the bag?
This ain't over.

I got an idea.

You got an idea.

Don't you think it's a little bit too late for that?

You're upset.

You have every right to be,
so say what you want to say.

I ain't got shit to say.

I mean, maybe Stan might be wondering

why the fuck he wearing
a bullet with your name on it.

Or maybe he's curious about why you lied

about The Outfit knowing that you was here.

Nah, I'm fine. Seriously.

- Shut the fuck up, Stan.
- Shit happens.

Now, you told me, man. You...

You said you got Kincaid at the club.

You remember you said that?
You said, "I took care of him."

- Those were your words.
- I guess he lived.

I guess he fucking did.

Not to put too fine a point on it,
Parker, but your little...

Fuck this goddamn tree.

Your little fuckup just cost
the rest of us a shit ton of money.

What idea, Parker?

An idea for what to do next.

- This motherfucker. You funny.
- What next, Parker?

There is no fucking next. It's over.

We lost. We got beat.

You got beat.

This ain't like you, Parker.

You walk where the ice is thick.

Remember that?

You got the police, they in this,
and not to mention Lozini.

How thin do you fucking want it?

You're right. It's stupid.

But I'm gonna keep going anyway.

Okay.

Tell us how.

Look, we know The Outfit had buyers
lined up already.

We know the gold, the jewels,
that's all been scattered at this point.

Tell us something we don't know.

They may be able to split up the treasure,

but they can't split up the figurehead.

The Lady of Arintero herself.

Not without destroying her value.

Come on, man, she's like any work of art.

She needs to be intact.

Perfect.

And she's probably worth half the total score.

Four hundred, 500 million all by herself.

We just have to find her.

Yeah, okay.

But... what we...

what we need to know is the name of the buyer.

Anybody know who this lucky billionaire is?

Actually, no.

But I know someone we can ask.

And who is that?

The guy who fucked this all up by not dying.

Kincaid.

Bathe me, baby.

Mr. Kincaid.

Something ain't right.

What do you mean?

People on Park Avenue are looking up.

They're, like, staring.

Look at you with your shopping bags!

Look at you with your fucking video,
taking pictures!

Well, take pictures when I fucking jump!

The fucking Knicks!

I kept the faith.

I bet with my heart.

It was the lobby.

There's some asshole on the roof
saying he's gonna jump.

Show some urgency, Terry!

Get up there and check it out!

I got no house! No wife!

I gave everything.

I lo... Oh, shit.

- I lost, I lost everything!
- Hey, pal?

Stay away from me!

Easy, brother. I just want to know who you are.

Go right ahead and jump.

Do me a favor, hit a cop. See if I care.

Nice job, Brando. Are you ready?

Yeah, it just takes a second for me
to get out of the character.

Shake it off.

Put this on for me.

Come on.

Come on, let's get rid of him.

Merry Christmas, Parker.

Merry Christmas, Grofield.

That's our cue.

Yeah.

Police! Open the door, please!

What's this about?

Sir, someone jumped off the building.
We just got to ask a few questions.

Come on.

- Yeah, sorry to bother you, sir.
- All right, take it easy.

Turn around.

- Straight to the room.
- Keep walking.

Come on, open the fucking door.

Open the door. Open the door.

There you go.

Man, come on, man. Hey, look.

We're not gonna hurt you.

Well, we will, but we don't want to,
so don't make us. Over there.

- Go, go, go.
- Okay.

Please, Parker, I'm begging you, and gentleman. I...

I just need you to tell me
who's getting The Lady of Arintero.

I got, I got a big deal coming in.

And it's a crypto thing, and I'll cut you in...

The buyer, Kincaid, who is it?

I'll tell you. Just don't do it.

Don't do what?

Don't throw me off the building.

Throw you off the building?
Why would I do that?

Because you did it before!

You dropped me out the window, and now look at me.

- I'm a fucking mess.
- Look, calm down. I promise, okay?

I'm not gonna throw you off the building.

But I think that you will, though.

No. I promise.

I don't believe you, like, at all.

No, I won't. I promise you.

What happened to Terry?

What did you do to him?

- Who's Terry?
- He's wasting our time.

The motherfucker we threw
off the goddamn building.

I mean... Shit.

You threw...

Now you've done it.

Come on, man.

Shit. This is going nowhere.

- What the fuck would you do that for?
- I don't fucking know.

I thought I was just telling him the goddamn truth.

Hey, you.

You wouldn't happen to know where the fucking...

who the buyer is for the goddamn Lady, would you?

Sure.

What?

It's all these dickheads ever talk about.

It's that asshole billionaire, you know?

What, asshole billionaire? I think
you're gonna have to narrow that down.

What's his name?

Phineas Paul. That's the one.

- They're selling that lady thing to him.
- Damn.

That was easy as fuck.

Seriously, thank you.

Well, guy like that

gonna be hard to find.

Well, you could try Valentino's, actually.

He just posted this picture of his steak.

It looks juicy.

- Come on.
- You're a helpful little motherfuck...

Sorry for pointing this thing. Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Jesus.

You know the expression "reinvent the wheel"?

My engineers actually believe it's possible.

No, Mark, I'm serious.

No, you're not listening.

Think about it.

If you could copyright the fucking wheel...

How was the steak?

Fine.

Do I...?

The Lady of Arintero. I want her.

And you are?

Impatient. Where is she?

Heavens.

Tough guy.

Do you have any concept
who the fuck you're talking to?

You're not answering my question.

I don't have to, moron.

I'm one of the most important
fucking people on the planet.

This isn't some rat-infested alley.

You're out of your league.

You're dealing with
a different class of people now.

So, put that thing away. You're not gonna use it.

Jesus Christ!

You shot Mark Cuban!

I never heard of him.

- Let's go.
- What...

Go.

- Cameras?
- All good.

Come on, let's go.

Hello, Richie Rich.

He's one of the most important people on the planet.

Can we, can we talk about this?

I think you have the wrong guy.

Have a seat right here.

There you go.

You're making a mistake.

You want Lozini and De La Paz.

They're the ones selling me The Lady of Arintero.

How do you know De La Paz?

Justin Bieber introduced us.

- Justin Bieber?
- Yeah.

That's nice. What about The Lady?

I don't have her. Not yet.

So you're no good to us.

What, are we shooting somebody?

- It's leaning that way, yeah.
- Don't worry about it.

Just a little gutshot. He'll be a'ight.

- Gut shot? Okay.
- Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait.

I know where they're keeping her.

A private vault, Outfit-owned.

Green Brook. I can show you on a map, but...

Great. Now we got to fuck with a map, man!

What are you talking about?!

I'll fuck you up and fuck the map up!

Grofield, calm down.

You said "but." You said "but." But what?

That was good.

You won't be able to get her.

Even if you somehow blow the door off the vault,

The Lady's protected by a special security cage.

My company actually makes them.

Tungsten-carbon alloy.

It'd take days to cut through it.

Trust me, no one, not even I could
get past it until the time lock opens.

When does it open?

The cage opens tomorrow, 8:00 a.m.

Green Brook Private Vaults?

Ironically, they have a website.

Do you know which vault it's in?

Vault one.

But like I said, even if you blow the
vault, you still can't get into the cage.

Believe me, it's impenetrable.

Actually, it shouldn't be a problem.

What, he said it should be a problem?

- Shouldn't be a problem.
- "Should not."

- Yeah, "should not."
- Okay, great.

So you're really fucking kidnapping me, then?

No. Well, yeah, I mean... we already kidnapped you.

We're just keeping you.

We're "keepnapping" you.

There's limited access.

We can't shave it too fine. What do we think?

I think it's fucking insane.

And I'm worried... there's snow all over the ground.

Snowmobiles won't be able to drag that much weight.

Why don't we just get eight reindeer?

Nine if you add Rudolph.

Wait, that'll give us away.

I got the perfect thing.

You know Mike Carlow?

Driver, good with a gun.

Also designs his own race cars.
Crazy contraptions.

I saw him not too long ago,
and motherfucker had this in his garage.

The fuck is that?

Get him on the phone.

Get him on the phone.

Will you get him on the phone?

So I tell this girl, right, the short one,
I wasn't interested

in her tall, giraffe-looking friend,
and she starts getting all pissy at me.

Christ, this hurts.

Stan, where's his hood, man?

- It was hard for us to chat.
- You know what?

I ain't even got time for it.

You know, he's a really interesting guy.

My leg is really throbbing.

Should I get some more pills?

Christ, we got another one.

What the hell are these people thinking, man?

It's dark out. Go home.

- Holy shit!
- No, I think she's okay.

I think the van missed her.

- I definitely saw it go past.
- Just took out the camera.

Somebody should go check and see if anyone's hurt.

My neck.

My back!

Goddamn!

Buddy, buddy, buddy.

Buddy, you all right?

A pack of ice... will help.

All good.

Still down.

Forgot the code again?

Hands up. Turn around. Come on. Let's move.

- We're running late.
- Yep.

Yes. Where you going, man?

Phineas! Phineas!

There's no mystery here.

It's science.

The whiskey and the pills
working together... like us.

My leg feels better.

Stop, stop. Yeah.

Aren't you that rich asshole?

That's me. Can I borrow your phone?

Can I borrow your wallet?

Cute. Look, this is a fucking emergency.

I really need your phone, please.

Thank you.

I'll tell you where to drop me off.

What? N... Phineas, no.

No. I got this.

Just get back to your house.
I'll send you some of my people.

Fuck you.

Get me someone from
the Green Brook Vault on the phone. Do it.

What's going on?

The Lady of Arintero.

We need to make sure she's okay.

It's in the vault. No one can get to it.

I know.

We can't even get to it until the morning.

No answer at the vault.

I knew it.

I fucking knew it!

Nice.

Piggy bank.

Almost there.

Let's go.

Is he new?

Are you new? Faster!

You need to calm down. No one's getting to The Lady.

- It isn't possible.
- Okay.

This is Parker we're talking about.

- All right.
- All right.

Shit.

Yeah, you've got company. It's time to go.

Boss, hold on. Hold on.

They opened the cage.

Goddamn it!

How...

How?!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?!

The cars. Bring the fucking cars!

Yeah, bring the fucking cars.

Impenetrable cage, my ass, man.

Zen, you with us?

Yes, Grover, I'm your guardian angel.

Speaking of which,

wasn't it the plan to get ahead of these guys?

Why?

Because I'm seeing headlights.

In front of you.

In front... Shit.

Son of a bitch!

- What the fuck was that?
- Shit. Hang on.

- Keep it steady as you can, all right?
- All right. Wait.

Wait, wait, wait!

Parker, you good?!

Shit!

Move, move, move!

You little fucker!

Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck!

No.

There she goes. There she fucking goes!

Fuck! Fuck!

We got The Lady.

We're doing the exchange early, as in right fucking now.

Wait, what? It's the middle of the night.

- The cage doesn't open till...
- 8 a.m.

I know. Well, guess what.

It's open.

That's not possible.

Parker found a way to make it possible.

Parker?

- Look, I'm not ready.
- You're not ready.

My apologies. How's a week from Tuesday?

Fuck you! Too late.

My guys are outside your door.

What a dick.

What...

Lozini knows the stock sale's in the morning.

I won't have the money till 7:30.

Then we'll expect it by 7:31.

Welcome, my love.

Just you and me now.

Shit, shit.

Motherfucker!

El Presidente, you're up early.

You're now a dead man, cabrón.

Why? Wait, you lost me, amigo. Wha...

- Is this a joke?
- You think this is funny?

Maybe you thought it might be
a good joke to sell my Lady twice.

Use some cheap fake to fool me
and laugh about it?

Wait, wait. Back up.

- Wait, what? Fake? What fake?
- I'm gonna stop talking now.

Why waste my breath on a dead man?

No! Wait! It wasn't me.

It was Parker. It must have been.

He must have switched...

We're going back to Green Brook.

Green Brook? Why?

Because that's where The Lady of Arintero is.

She never left the vault.

Stan, so proud of you, man.

No, I'm serious. I could be a real actor, man.

That Phineas guy, he totally...
totally bought I was drunk.

- He was so invested, man.
- Shut the fuck up.

- I got to go, Stan, all right?
- Like you said before, I had to, like,

come up with a backstory and everything, you know.

Tape.

Okay.

You want to do the honors?

Merry Christmas.

Get Stan and the truck.
Meet me at the loading dock.

All right.

Stan.

Where the fuck is Stan?

No.

Shit.

Come on, your piece.
Come on, come on, come on. Easy.

It's incredible.

Millions of dollars' worth of security,

and you beat it with a stencil and a can of paint.

That's what you did, right?

Just repainted the numbers from left to right

so that vault one became vault three

and just blew the door off the empty vault.

And after a very convincing chase,

you let me get The Lady back.

Let me think I won.

There she goes.

There she fucking goes!

Fuck!

Motherfuck.

It's... it's killing me.

How did you know I'd take it to Phineas?

I didn't.

I just knew you wouldn't bring it here,
not after I breached the place.

Clever.

But in the end, it didn't work, did it?

It was the time lock.

I knew 8:00 a.m. was pushing it.

7:00, fine.

I'd have been long gone.

It's that extra hour.

That's how it goes.

Sometimes you lose.

Sure.

Sometimes.

Okay.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

The Outfit's out of money, isn't it?

I've been tracking you guys for a while, now.

Pulling small jobs at places
I knew were Outfit-controlled.

The racetrack heist was just the latest.

Meadowview Downs?

Each time, the take was less than I expected.

Got me thinking you guys are in trouble.

It's a bad economy,
and you are a business, after all.

Then you fucked up
and took this De La Paz job, and I knew.

Without The Lady of Arintero,
I think The Outfit goes bankrupt.

Can't let you have her.

Take a look.

Holy fuck.

You are insane.

Is that the hardest you can punch?

Getting there.

Zen, what the fuck?
You just shot through the door.

- How'd you know you wouldn't hit me?
- We aim high.

- Come again?
- We aim high.

On the cams, it looked like you couldn't stand up.

I'm standing right now. You see this?

- Wait, well, you said...
- You want a cookie, nigga? Come on.

Shit! Now what?

Go, go, go.

Do you hear that?
That's my guys taking out your crew.

- I can make them stop...
- Actually, that's De La Paz's elite guard.

Zen, from my crew, she used to be one of them.

Got in contact, told them
you'd be here this morning.

What have you done?

Just think for a second, Parker.

We can work something out here.
We had a deal before.

It doesn't have to go this way.

Sure, it does.

No.

500 million dollars.

We could've made a deal.

But that wasn't the idea, was it?

You said it was impossible
to take down an entire organization.

I just did.

Goddamn.

Why?

Nobody tells me where I get to walk.

- Nice shot.
- What's going on?

Is she okay?

You're out?

I'm out.

- Peace.
- Got to go.

There'll be other jobs.

Shit.

I almost forgot.

What?

What's left of The Lady.

What?

Well, should at least cover your expenses.

I already took my cut. This is all you.

- Parker.
- What?

If I'd known, I would've served the good coffee.

This shit's Folgers.

- Divvy it up evenly, all right?
- Yeah, man.

It's like a two million dollar pot.

- Send me a message.
- All right, wait, wait.

You can't just walk away like that, man.

- Thank you, Parker.
- Thank you, Parker.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

- This is all right... You get one.
- Wait, wait, wait.

- You get one. You get one. No.
- No.

What's he doing here?

You got dibs or something?

Not me.

- Court's all yours.
- Yes.

...quite damning newly-acquired audio.

This shocking recording leaked to the media

by an anonymous source,
in which tech billionaire Phineas Paul

links himself to disgraced dictator
Ignacio De La Paz

and Monday night's United Nations robbery.

You're making a mistake.

You want Lozini and De La Paz.

They're the ones selling me
The Lady of Arintero.

A subsequent raid
on a warehouse owned by Mr. Lozini

ended in the recovery
of millions in stolen relics.

They're already on their way back home.

You did this.

Didn't you?

Thank you.

I spoke to Ortiz.

He's been named acting president.

De La Paz is out.

We finally have a leader
who wants to feed our people.

I can't believe it.

You should come see it.

My country.

You'd love it.

Money goes a long way there.

We'd only have to steal half as much. Salud.

We could buy a big house, have a dog.

I can't go back with you.

Why not?

Am I not a good enough bandit?

You're great.

You got a knack for it.

Okay, so what is it?

Trouble isn't what happened on this job.

Trouble is the last job.

The racetrack.

That didn't come off so well.

I'm not sure I follow. What do you mean?

You killed my crew.

Shot my friend Philly.

Shot him while he lay there bleeding.

And, see, I let something like that slide,

well, like I said before, it's bad for business.

Why don't you stay away from the bed.

I know about the gun under the mattress.

So...

...no dog?

It's so funny.

When I met you,

I admit, I pretended to like you.

I had to make this work.

And then an odd thing happened.

All by itself.

After a while, I realized

I wasn't pretending anymore.

I was.

For the greater good.

You better not let her down, asshole.

That is more than one-seventh.

It's a lot more.

It's what I could get.

I just assumed I'd not see you again.

Guess that was unkind.

No, it's okay. You don't really know me.

And the girl?

Zen?

I kept that promise, too.

I hope that fixes something for you.

Three! Two! One!

What are you gonna do with your share?

I was thinking I'd go home, expand the theater,

maybe get a little bit of puppetry going,
you know, marionettes.

That should pack 'em in.

You a hater, man.

- B, how you doing, man?
- Happy New Year!

You know, at least I have passion.

Yes. Driving away audiences
so you have to steal to support a theater.

You ever think maybe you just like stealing?

Well, only with you, my friend.

Now, look where we are, man.

It's New Year's Eve, B. New York City.

We got it back, man, just like you wanted.

Doesn't that make you happy?

- It's great.
- What the...

After all the shit we been through?

"Yeah, it's great. Yeah, it's fine."

I just never really liked New York.

What?

What?

Something wrong with you, man.

Something wrong with me?
You're the one buying puppets.

All right, touché.

The end, motherfucker.