Original subtitles

One, two, three, four, five.

Check check check check check.

Man #1: Just stay out of trouble.

That's easy for you to say.

Hurry up.

Woman: I diamonds are forever I

I they are all I need to please me I

I they can stimulate and tease me I

j' they won't leave in the night j'

j' I've no fear that they might I

j' desert me I

j' diamonds are forever I

j' hold one up I

I and then caress it I

j' touch it, stroke it I

I and undress it I

j' I can see every part I

j' nothing hides in the heart I

j'to hurt mej'

j' I don't need love I

j' for what good will love do me? I

j' diamonds never I

j' lie to mej'

j' for when love's gone I

I they luster on j'

j' diamonds are forever I

j' sparkling round I

j' my little finger j'

j' unlike men the diamonds linger j'

j' men are mere mortals who I

I are not worth going to j'

j' your grave for j'

j' I don't need love I

j' for what good will love do me I

j' diamonds never lie to me I

j' for when love's gone I

I they luster on... j'

remember your training.

Don't speak. Don't make eye contact.

Don't move a muscle,

no matter what you see

or hear.

I and ever. I

- Child: Hello? - Hey.

It's your dad.

Who?

You know, your father.

Um, he's at work right now.

C-Can you just, um, go get your mom?

Um... yeah.

Mom!

Woman: Hello?

Hey.

Woman: Who's this?

It's me. I just got out.

Fuck.

Look, I kept my mouth shut. What does he want from me?

I don't even know where they are.

Man: Hey, let me in, will ya?

It's pissing down rain.

Man: Jeez!

Ohh!

This is your idea of shelter?

It's got potential.

Please. It's a shithole.

Nothing that can't be fixed.

Fixed?

- It should be condemned. - Really?

How's Betty Ford?

Still a raging cunt.

Man #2: So how long before the orderlies realize that you're missing?

Man: Eh, they're not paid enough to care.

What kind of racket are you pulling here?

What makes you think that there's a racket to be pulled?

For one, the kitchen is derelict.

And two, you didn't buy this place to sling hash.

- I know you. - You know me?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, keep your friends close.

- You don't keep friends. - What's that supposed to mean?

Present company excluded, of course.

Of course.

I mean, it's been a while,

but I still know when you're bluffing.

Really? What's my tell?

Well, you know, if, uh...

If I told you that, it'd be a lot less fun for me,

and that's just not the way I roll...

well!

This is unexpected.

How subtle.

I mean, the architecture is a little too ming dynasty,

don't you think? Not exactly Japanese.

It's a work in progress.

And you have party favors!

Which one of your goons picked her out?

- I did. - Mm-hmm.

And is she, uh,

full service, as they say?

- Maybe. - Maybe?

Itdepends.

Depends on what? Don't be so cute.

It depends on

how the night goes.

- Mmm. - Ah.

Who are we waiting on?

You'll see.

Oh, you know I hate surprises.

What is she, a fucking vegetable?

She's supposed to be.

You need to think of her as an edible plate.

In that case I'd like to skip dinner

- and go right to dessert. - Mm-mm-mmm.

Sushi's free. Girl's not.

Oh. Even for an old friend?

House rules.

Domestic or imported?

Everything is imported.

How come she isn't a soy nigger?

I'm sorry.

- A soy what? - I'm just sayin'.

I know you like the yellows.

I only like one shade of yellow,

but comfort women come in many colors.

Well, either way, you put on a good show.

I do try, crow.

No no, I-I mean it.

Place like this, could have been laundry or the shake.

Something classy.

Until I saw the inside.

- Never would have pegged it for a... - Man: Whorehouse?

- Or a meat market. - Host: Take your pick.

I'll take both.

Would it have killed you to knock?

What the fuck is he doing here?

Same thing you are.

Come on.

No, I don't drink. Bad for the job.

You're not on the job yet.

Well, to old times, I suppose?

Nice to see some things haven't changed.

Eat my shit.

- Charming. - Children, play nice.

I'm not working with this faggot again.

Host: Have another drink, Max.

- Why is he here? - We need him.

He'll just bitch out again. You know that.

Hello. I'm standing right here.

You're a fucking pussy.

Oh, are you still upset about the nose?

- What the fuck is this? - Host: What does it look like?

Looks like four-fifths of a reunion

at a titty buffet...

In tiananmen square.

Newcomer: Well, hello back.

Glad to see we're all up to our usual tricks.

Who's filling in for the jailbird?

Nobody.

Thought you said this was a five-man thing.

It is.

Jailbird flew the Coop.

- No! - Host: It's the truth.

- It's only been six years. - Good behavior.

That's total bullshit.

What'd you do?

Not as much as I thought I'd have to.

Man, you know I'm...

I know...

That you've been off the wagon for about what,

five months?

Don't you insult me.

Besides, you do want to be here to celebrate

our little jailbird's return to freedom tonight, don't ya?

Max: More.

You didn't say the magic word.

Fuck you. Fuck the magic word.

Where's the fifth wheel? I want to get paid.

Host: Relax. You can give him a few more minutes.

He just got out. You know how that goes, don't you?

Well, his daddy did.

I warned you last time.

Max!

Control yourself.

That's all you got, huh?

Uh, crow.

What?

Oh, Christ. Where's the bathroom?

Right over there.

Ain't no glory hole in there if that's

what you're looking for, you fuckin' puss.

It's gonna be one of those nights.

You know, if we're gonna be opening up old wounds,

don't you think we should have a little bit more privacy?

Privacy?

Yeah well, we're not gonna talk about

all this in front of her, are we?

You don't have to worry about her.

Why?

- Because you own her? - What's the matter?

You don't trust my powers of persuasion?

Huh.

Host: Besides we're just waiting for the party to get started.

Ain't that right, fish?

- What is this? - What is it?

It's your welcome-back party.

Surprised?

Couldn't you have gotten me some strippers or a hooker or something?

Crow: Oh, I'm sure Duke could arrange that...

After dinner.

Welcome back, fish.

Have a drink with us.

Do I have a choice?

It's wicked good to see you.

I wish I could say the same.

Oh, come on.

Let's not get off on the wrong foot, shall we?

Let's have a proper toast.

To old friends...

And fallen comrades.

Duke: Mmm.

Who's hungry?

Yeah. Wouldn't want it to get cold.

Nah, the fancy plate will keep it warm.

It's Sushi, genius. It's served cold.

I know.

Crow.

How quaint.

Really?

- Ah ah ah. - Ow! What the fuck?

This is a special occasion.

Let's be civilized.

You want to say grace first?

Tonight is the first night in six years

that our boy fish has breathed free air.

I thought we might do something

unique.

Six years, five months and 17 days,

if you count from the time of the arrest.

Ah, well,

this lovely array of Sushi isn't just a pretty platter.

No, it's dessert too.

Tonight we dine yakuza style.

The outermost portions contain your standard

"plain Jane" sashimi.

But as we move inward

towards the erogenous zones,

the meal becomes more...

Adventurous.

The innermost portion contains the pot of gold...

Fugu, as they call it, is a yakuza delicacy.

Fubu.

Duke: Fu...

Poisonous blowfish.

At its best it numbs your lips,

gives you heart palpitations,

makes you feel like you've touched death and lived to talk about it.

At its worst, well...

Hundreds die in Japan every year from eating it.

It's a test of mettle in their culture.

We start on the outside

and work our way in.

The closer we get to the fugu...

The more exotic the flavor...

And the more of a man you are.

I'm pissin' my pants.

Yeah. Laying it on a little thick there, Duke.

All of this is for me?

You know, maybe I should have mentioned this before,

but, um...

I fucking hate Sushi.

Too bad.

More for the rest of us.

I can't wait to eat shredded blowfish off a warm cooter.

Ooh, I'd buy that for a dollar.

Oh, what the f... The fuckin' jap bullshit.

Where are the goddamn forks?

So let me get this straight. You can kill a man with your bare hands,

but you don't know how to use chopsticks.

Fuck with me again.

Gentlemen, yakuza don't bicker like this.

Well, fuck the yakuza! Where's my money?

Max, sit.

Sit!

Let's not play the blame game tonight, okay?

Not before this wonderful meal that we're about to receive.

Everything will be evident in time.

I don't have 'em.

Eat, huh?

We got all night to talk about

everything that happened

six years,

five months

and 17 days ago.

I don't have them.

Look, I kept my mouth shut.

I did my time.

I just want to go home.

I said I'd like to enjoy this meal.

If this is supposed to be my last supper,

let's just cut to the fucking chase.

All right, fish.

If you insist.

What do you want from me?

There's a few loose ends

that we need to tie up.

- Loose ends? - Crow: Yeah, you know.

Those little sparkly loose ends in that bag.

The cops took 'em. They're the only loose ends.

Them ends ain't loose no more.

And they didn't know shit.

Where's my money?

Do you really think I would try to rip you all off?

I just wasted the last six years of my life

protecting all of you.

That's no absolution. We want what's owed us.

And I want my six years back, but I ain't gonna get 'em.

Just like you're not gonna get your fuckin' diamonds.

Spare us the sob story and tell us the truth.

What do you think the truth is?

You think I magically stashed the diamonds

a block away from where the cops got me?

What am I, fucking Harry Houdini?

Papers say all you had was an empty bag.

Man, fuck the papers. I bet all of you

went looking for those diamonds and found shit!

Papers say those cops were innocent.

How about it, Max?

Were they really innocent?

Did you even let them talk before you mangled them?

Man, I saved all you motherfuckers from prison.

We appreciate that, fish.

We really do. But we want our cut.

Yes. Our cut.

How do you know Max didn't kill the cops

and take the money for himself, huh?

- What? Fucking cunt! - Max! Stop, please!

Or maybe crow. Maybe he paid 'em off.

And maybe Francis snorted it all away.

- Oh, fuck you. - Yeah, maybe!

- Or... or maybe you. Maybe you... - Enough!

I'm gonna ask you nicely one more time.

Tell us where the diamonds are,

keep yourself in one piece.

We'll even let you keep your share.

I can't.

I think you can.

How many of those are you planning on actually using?

All of 'em.

Fuck.

Hey, you goddamn cokehead, I gotta take a shit!

He's been in there like 20 fucking minutes already, man.

Chill.

Hey, scarface, are you done in there or what?

You've made it this long. What's a few more minutes?

I downed half a bottle of laxatives this morning, asshole.

- What do you think? - Fish: What the hell'd you do that for?

You always clear your shitter before a job.

What?

Just...

God damn, you are fucking green, aren't you?

- Did you ever hear of Vinnie Parker? - Fish: No.

Who the fuck is Vinnie Parker?

Oh, fuckin' shit. Not this again!

Jesus, if I had a dollar for every time I've heard this story...

I have it memorized.

Okay...

Once upon a time, there's this cat,

Vinnie fucking Parker, right?

This guy is the best driver in town.

He's like a born motorhead, right? I mean, crazy about this shit.

Would have barebacked Mario andretti if he got the chance.

So...

He goes out

with the munsey twins, couple of retards,

on this big brinks gig couple years back.

Heist goes bad.

Couple of chicks get shot or something, I don't know.

But thanks to Vinnie Parker, they get away

with almost two million cash.

Yeah. Not even 10 minutes into their fuckin' freedom,

goddamn Donald munsey,

like the fuckin' idiot retard that he is,

h-h-he looks out the window and makes eye contact

with this beat cop on the sidewalk, right?

Cop recognizes him, calls it in and the next thing you know

they've got the entire fucking force up their ass.

Oh!

Oh, fuck. You gotta be kidding me.

So anyway, Vinnie fucking Parker leads them

on this amazing five-hour chase,

only to run out of gas in the middle

of the San Fernando fucking freeway, okay?

He jumps out of the car, guns are blazin'.

None of these guys want to go back to the joint, of course.

Sure enough, Vinnie Parker ends up with two bullets in his face,

and his bowels

release all over the goddamn scene.

Oh, you think that's funny, cupcake?

Listen to me. He held that shit all day!

He thought he was gonna get to go after the gig.

But he was wrong, wasn't he? Sure. And some fucking copter overhead

catches it, airs it on the 6:00 fucking news.

Poor Vinnie laying there dead, blood oozin' out of one end,

piss and shit flowin' out of the other

and it's all over the goddamn 6:00 news.

I just... you know,

I wasn't expecting it to go in that direction.

His mama saw that shit.

Literally.

Nelson: Look, I don't know about you assholes,

but if I get my ass shot off on a job,

I sure as shit want to go out with a little fucking dignity, okay?

Get the fuck outta the way, asshole!

Laxatives again?

Wow.

All right, gentlemen,

come and get your masks.

What the fuck?

Hey, these are classic

Noh theater masks.

Yeah, "no" is right. I'm not wearing that faggot shit.

Can't we wear hockey masks or ski masks?

This is my job, it's my rules.

Shit, I'd wear panty hose on my face, man!

No one needs to hear what you do for fun on weekends, Max.

Har-Dee-fucking-har.

Duke: Here you go, Max.

You get to wear the okame,

because you're so chipper.

Fuck me.

- Duke: Crow? - Yes?

You get to wear the kitsune.

- Why? - Because you're so sly.

Oh, I get it.

Francis.

The tengu is for you.

It should be self-explanatory.

Asshole.

The saru is for Nelson.

Ahhh. The hannya

is for me.

And fish the rookie gets to wear

the sambaso.

Everything come out okay?

You got a little something on your nose, asshole.

Hey hey, here.

Pull the Van around front. All right?

Let's roll.

Don't forget your mask.

Come on, fellas!

- Give me your gun. - Why?

Just give me your gun.

Here.

What the fuck is this?

New guy always has a little gun.

Eh? Plus you're the bag man.

That means you might turn traitor on us.

Small gun, small bullets, no traitor.

Yeah well, I don't want to be the bag man then.

- You ain't got a choice. - Why not?

Because the new guy is the most expendable.

Let's go.

Don't worry about it, new guy. It's all part of the initiation.

Yeah, I got that.

Just, when you mentioned we'd be wearing disguises,

this is not what I had in mind, you know?

Well, that's Duke for ya.

Larger than life.

Come on. Time to get to work.

That's it.

Is the party over already?

I really wish it hadn't come to this.

But you don't leave us many options.

Man, I told you everything I know.

I got something I want to show you.

You know what this is?

What's that, a trick question?

Answers, not attitude,

is the name of the game tonight...

Fish.

You have me tied to this chair. I'm a little disadvantaged.

Funny you should say that.

You ever been to Pittsburgh?

-Neven -mmm.

Dirty town. Rotten to the core.

Rusted over, covered in soot.

My papa used to pour slag

in a steel mill.

You ever seen the inside of a steel mill?

Huh?

Well, I have.

The old man used to drag me down to work with him.

Hotter than hell.

Smelled like fire and sweat.

People walking around with blackened faces,

sad eyes.

What's this got to do with the timer?

I'm getting to that.

Stop wasting my time.

Be careful

what you wish for.

Me and that clock

have shared a lot of time together.

See, when all you do for a living

is poke lava

at a coal-powdered asshole in Pennsylvania,

you develop some nasty habits.

I used to be deathly afraid of that timer,

because whenever it went off

it meant my ass.

My daddy, he got it from a pow camp

outside of Hiroshima.

He used to scare me to death with stories

about the "savage yellow man"

relentlessly beatin' the shit out of him.

He should have been around when we dropped the bomb.

Whenever I complained, he said

I had it easy,

that I ain't had no gratitude

'cause I ain't seen no prison camp.

That's why he took me down to the mill...

Teach me some respect.

My father gave me three minutes on that timer

to show some respect.

And if he didn't like

what I had to tell him by the time he heard that

ding!

I tried my best to cover the bruises.

Eventually it didn't matter what I said or did.

He'd just

set the timer back to three minutes.

Until one day I set that timer.

He didn't lay a finger on me after that.

He didn't pour no slag no more either.

I stuck around long enough

to watch his ashes mix with that black cloud

spewing from the belly of that steel mill.

And then I split.

I had to find out

where this came from.

I had to discover the culture

that inspired so much hatred

in my daddy.

I had to go back

to ground zero.

And you know what I found out?

That I was just

like them.

Perhaps this timer

is my very first trophy.

I'm gonna take one from you,

if you don't give up those diamonds.

You got three minutes.

Okay.

Who's first?

I'm going.

Max: No!

I'm going.

I called it.

You called it?

- Fuck. - I'm not scared of you.

Not yet...

Douche.

You know, your tough-guy act's a real charmer, Max,

but it's not gonna get us our money back.

- Is this really necessary? - Do you want your share or not?

Yeah, but come on, man.

He's one of us.

"One of us"? You barely know the asshole!

What if he really doesn't know?

- Huh? - What'd you say?

What if it was you?

If it was me, I wouldn't be here.

Oh, fine. Fuck it, whatever.

Take it away, big boy!

This isn't gonna get you your money.

Convince me.

No no no no. Let's not be premature.

Give him his time.

Follow the rules.

You were the one that interrogated the cops.

What did they say?

Well, don't matter what they said.

You can't trust a dirty cop, now can ya?

Besides if they had the stuff,

oh, I would have got it from 'em.

You can do whatever you want to me, Max.

It ain't gonna get you paid.

Max: Maybe not.

I'm gonna have me some fun anyway.

God damn it, that felt good.

I'm gonna give you till the count of three.

One.

Two.

Okay.

Time!

Duke: Max!

That's enough.

Jesus.

Bravo, slapsie maxie!

Well done! You really pulled it out of him there, huh?

- Like you could do better. - Oh!

Is that a challenge?

Damn right it is.

Well! You wanna put some money on it?

You're gonna bet on this?

- It's torture. - Oh no, it's not.

Not yet anyway.

You ain't getting soft on us, are you, Francis?

Crow: So how about it, big guy?

You want to wager which one of us cracks him first?

How much?

A thousand?

That's a fuckin' pussy bet.

All right, five.

Okay, faggot,

you're on.

Oh ho, you are in deep doo-doo now, my friend.

Oh, Duke!

Why didn't you tell me you had

all these fun playthings here already?

Oh!

You sentimental old slob.

You kept my old work shoes!

Well...

This we'll have to save for later.

How about a little lesson in how to use chopsticks, Max?

Motherfucker.

So how about it, fishy boy?

You got anything to say?

Not to you.

That's too bad.

What the fuck are you gonna do with those, man?

Acupuncture.

How about it, fella?

Are you ready to stroll down memory Lane?

Fuck you.

Now, see, that is just a bad attitude.

Come on. Talk to me.

Anything coming to the surface in there?

How about now?

Nothin'?

Okay.

Now listen to me.

You start talking, the hammer goes away. All right?

Yeah.

Come on!

All right,

don't say I didn't warn you.

Wait! Wait! Wait wait.

Wait. I remember.

Crow: Yeah? Yeah?

Yeah? Yeah?

What do you remember?

- I remember... - Yeah?

I fucked your mother.

Fucked my mother?

Fucked my mother.

I'll show you "fucked my mother."

Duke: Time!

I said time!

Aww!

Max is right.

Duke: Crow.

You are a fuckin' faggot.

Duke: Crow.

Crow!

We're on the move.

Ah!

Ohhh.

Oh, juicy.

Juicy.

Look at me. Look at me.

Juicy, juicy. Look at me.

Morris.

Yeah, baby. Yeah yeah. Look at you.

So juicy.

Morris.

- Morris! - What?

We got visitors.

What are you looking at me for? Why don't you get rabbi rojo

and go out there and tell 'em to fuck off?!

Schlomo!

What?

Plumbers?

Who called the plumbers?

You didn't block up the toilet again, did ya?

That shit's not kosher.

Hey! You can't park here.

Hey, asshole! You can't park here.

What the fuck?

Francis: Hands up! Hands up!

I said fuckin' hands up!

I already pressed the alarm! Police are gonna be here any minute!

You guys better get the fuck outta here!

- Crow: Yeah right. - Francis: Get down! Get down!

Don't you fucking move!

Now you plan on getting any more wise ideas?

You... you can't have 'em.

I am not asking! I'm taking!

You don't know who you're stealing from!

Clearly we're stealing from you.

You see this?

It's a souvenir.

I take one of these from everybody I kill.

Do you want me to take one from you?

You don't know what they'll do to me!

I'd be more worried about what we'll do to you, man!

Worker: Jesus Christ, Morris!

Just give this cock-nosed

"point break" - motherfucking-wannabe the bag!

Shut the fuck up!

Yeah, shut the fuck up!

I don't have the key.

That's okay.

I do.

No. No!

- Let me give you a hand. - Oh, holy fuck!

Aw, man up.

Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck, oh Christ.

Fish, come on! Fish!

- Crow: Fish, you piece of shit. - Fish.

Fish! God damn it.

Wakey, fuckin' wakey, man. Come on.

Come on.

Be a big boy. Wake up for me, come on.

All right.

And we're back.

Nice try. You sure he needed mouth-to-mouth though?

Aw, bite me.

You're on deck.

Why don't you go next?

I'm eatin'.

Don't want to get your hands dirty?

Why are you here, Francis?

I mean, if you don't want to contribute,

maybe you don't want your share of the profits.

Are you in

or are you out?

No, I'm in.

But I'm sitting this round out.

I'm eating.

What are you gonna do, stink him to death?

I'm done with this sissy shit.

Suck my dick.

What was that?

I couldn't hear ya.

Well, speak up.

Say something, boy!

Duke: Time!

Max! I said time!

Fuck!

I hate this game!

Oh, now your sock is all wet.

Bummer.

Well, don't have a hissy fit.

Jesus Christ.

Sit on my fucking fist,

you pansy.

Oh, you wish.

You know what?

I think...

It's about that time.

Duke: Uh uh uh, crow.

Remember what we said about Patience?

The timer still needs to be reset.

Get ready to pay up, maxie.

Hi there.

My goodness.

He really did a number on you, all right.

Ooh!

Well, I'm afraid...

We're gonna have to take a closer look.

What's the matter, Francis?

You don't have the stomach for this anymore?

Did I ever?

You didn't seem to have a problem

with wanton violence six years ago.

Things are different now, man.

I got a kid to support.

Now open up, say "ahhh!"

Oh, come on.

I'll give you a lollipop when we're done, huh?

All right. Now look...

We can do this the easy way or we can do it the hard way.

Why'd you make us come here tonight?

I didn't make you do anything.

Why?

All right.

I thought you might want your cut.

You especially have been bitching

about needing money.

Since when do you ever pony up for charity?

This is hardly charity.

There we go.

Attaboy!

I know what you're doing.

Is that so?

Is that what you told your friends outside?

Now, speak now

or forever hold your peace.

What did you say?

You heard me.

Yep.

Just as I feared.

Mr. Tooth decay is on the march.

We're gonna have to remove another.

Where the hell are you goin'?

The fucking bathroom.

Kid's got no respect for good entertainment.

Daddy's a fuckup.

Ooh!

You know, the lack of dental hygiene

in state prisons is a real travesty.

I think I spied

some more cavities in there.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

- What was that? - I'll talk.

- I'll talk. - You will, huh?

Now we've played this little game before, fish.

You remember what happens when you lie?

So... talk.

You were... you were right.

I was?

Oh, well!

Fancy that.

What about?

Diamonds.

You don't say.

I was... I was running from the cops.

Snake eyes.

They were... They were closing in,

- so... - Come on!

Crow: So?

I had... no choice.

Where are they now?

Where did you put 'em?

I had... no choice.

Fish, where are the fucking diamonds?

Crow: Fish, where are the fucking diamonds?

Max!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Tell us what you did with our shit!

Where's my money!

Where's my money?

Please.

Come on, fish! Where is it?

Come on, say something.

Aw, Jesus Christ.

Hey hey hey. No no. D-D-Don't move.

Don't move. I'm gonna get an ambulance.

No no no.

Nelson, you fucking asshole!

Where the hell are we?

Go get those masks.

Crow: What's going on?

Shit!

Aw, man. I think it's broken!

Shit, where they coming from?

- North. - We gotta get out of here.

Nelson.

Nelson!

Oh fuck.

- Come on. Let's move. - We gotta get out of here.

Aw, suck it up!

That's my bad arm, you fuckin' douche bag!

Francis: Aw, fuck me, man. They're getting closer.

Move move! Hey, rookie!

Bring me that fuckin' bag!

- Crow: Ah, man! - Francis: Shit shit!

Francis: Split up! Split up!

He's fuckin' dead.

You fucked up, mongoloid!

- He's dead! - Duke: What?

- He's dead! - Are you sure?

I'm not a fuckin' doctor, but yes, I'm pretty fucking sure!

We needed him alive, Max! Oh, I knew it!

I fucking knew it! You fucked this up

just like you fucked up with the goddamn cops.

- I didn't fuck nothin' up. - Crow: Bullshit.

Bull-fucking-shit! You are a fucking failure, man.

Just like your fuckin' father.

- You fucking... - Oh oh oh. Come on.

Ooh-ooh! Give me an excuse.

Ah. You pussy.

Don't you fucking get it, ya moron?

That's it. No more information.

Game over!

Get your fucking gun off me.

We get nothing now because of you.

We were never gonna get anything.

What the fuck does that mean?

It means this whole night has been bullshit.

I'm not doing this, Duke.

You ain't got no choice.

I'm leaving.

It ain't over, Francis.

It will be soon enough.

Oh whoa, you got me by the balls, huh?

You thought I'd just let you walk out of here?

What the fuck's going on?

Tell them why we're really here, Duke.

- They know. - Do they?

- Francis: Loose ends? - Motherfuckin' diamonds.

When the fuck are you gonna wake up?

The only loose ends here are us.

What are you sayin'?

We've been set up?

He brought us here to get rid of fish

and then the rest of us.

That's a hard pill to swallow.

Francis: Is it?

You're smart, crow. Do the math.

He paid off those cops to retrieve the loot

and pin it on fish.

Same cops Max got rid of.

Six years later, fish gets out of jail

and we all end up dead.

He walks with our money, no questions asked.

No loose ends.

Wraps up nice and pretty, doesn't it?

Hmm. I guess this is the point

where the police storm the building, right?

What? More cops?

Sure are. As a matter of fact,

they're listening in on our conversation right now.

Well, where are they, Francis?

- You're wired? - Pfft.

Yeah right.

I'm fuckin' wired.

Why don't you just go ahead and unbutton your shirt.

When are you gonna open your eyes, crow?

- You're a puppet. - Open your shirt.

How long are you gonna let him pull the strings?

Francis! Open your goddamn shirt!

Or what?

You gonna shoot me?

If you're gonna shoot me, then shoot me!

Max: Prove there ain't no wire, boy.

Maybe then we'll believe your bullshit.

Yeah, how about it, Francis?

Prove it to you?

What's the point, Max? You're even worse than crow.

At least Duke talks to him like he's a real person.

I wouldn't go there if I were you.

You? You're nothing but a dog.

Duke just snaps his fingers and you run to do his bidding.

You're his fucking bitch.

How's that collar feel?

We were his bargaining chips.

More crooked cops waiting to take our cash.

Max, what the fuck are you doin'?

Max: I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse shit.

I want my cut.

You don't want to do this.

I ain't your fuckin' dog.

Put the gun down.

This motherfucker has been holding out on us for six years.

You actually believe

that coked-up lying piece of shit?

I don't believe any of you assholes.

Max,

if I wanted to kill you,

you'd be dead already.

Max: Maybe. Maybe not.

Max, put down the fuckin' gun.

Not till I get paid.

Listen, you stupid fuck,

Francis was full of shit. He's always been full of shit!

If he's so full of shit, where's his wire?

In the fucking bathroom,

you neolithic 'tard. He went to the bathroom!

- You're so fucking sure, ain't ya? - Yeah.

Hey. When has Duke ever steered us wrong, huh?

Don't matter. We ain't no "three amigos" here.

"All for one, one for all," my ass.

That's the "three musketeers,"

you illiterate dunce.

You think you're so smart.

Think you're smart enough to dodge a bullet?

Duke: Now, boys,

let's not get out of hand.

Huh? How about that, faggot?

How smart are you?

Oh, I'm the faggot, am I? Let me tell you how smart I am.

Smart enough to know what your daddy did

behind closed doors.

Fuck you.

No. Fuck your daddy.

Just like he fucked you.

Fuck.

S-Still standing.

Pussy.

Oh fuck.

I-I need a hospital.

Duke.

What are you doin'?

I need a hospital.

Oh, come on, Duke.

After all we've been through?

From the killing fields

to the kill.

I stood up for you, asshole.

I loved you, you fucking son of a b...

Abayo.

Hmm.

Well...

That went well.

It's just you and me now, kid.

It's unfortunate

I didn't find out where my diamonds are.

So you'll have to be my consolation prize.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

A wise man once wrote,

"I cannot see her tonight.

I must give her up.

So I will eat

fug...

Oh!

Simple pleasures.

Ooh.

That's more like it.

Fugu can be quite satisfying.

When it's cut the right way...

It's a real thrill.

But I didn't think

that the toxin

would get the better of you so fast.

So...

We're gonna have to make this quick.

Well, I bet

if you could talk right now...

You'd be asking,

llwhy? Ll

well...

Long story short, you took something

that belongs to me.

And I want it back.

So maybe this

will jog your memory.

Okay.

Okay. Hey hey, are you okay?

- Are you all right? - Yeah. Are you?

Man: Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay. All right. We made it.

All right. Now I'm gonna go check on them.

- Okay. - Okay?

You're okay. Just wait right here.

I'll be right back.

Nelson,

you fucking asshole!

Francis: Where the hell are we?

Hey, rookie! Bring me that fuckin' bag!

Francis: Shit shit!

Francis: Shit!

Split up!

You know,

I've never been much of a gambler.

But you...

You seem to be the type

that likes to bluff.

Huh.

Maybe you need a new game.

Chance...

Is a real bitch.

One little thing

can come along

and ruin everything.

Six years ago

I never imagined I'd be here.

I was so happy

until you crashed into my life.

At first I thought,

"well, maybe

I could buy happiness."

But some things just can't be bought.

Money

can't buy my life back.

And money...

Money won't bring my love back.

But this...

This feels

so good.

Please.

Where to now?

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