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Hey! That's a gun, asshole.

What the fuck are you doing here, huh?

This can't be no coincidence.

Who sent you?

Who sent you?

Nobody in this town
crosses Lorenzo, no one.

You're a dead man!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! You! You!

Motherfucker!

- Hello?
- Roy?

- Jimmy, what's up?
- Things went bad, man, really bad.

Hey, hold on. What happened,
now do you have the car?

Yeah, I got the car,
but what the fuck did you get me into?

Hey, now take it easy.
Now, tell me what happened.

I did exactly what you said!
I was there within the window.

And then some guys show's up, puts a gun
in my face, and you guaranteed me that time!

But you got away?

Yeah, I got away but I had
to stab the dude in the neck!

I boost cars, I don't stab
motherfuckers in the neck!

Okay, now listen.

We can fix this.

But... you got to bring the car
to the location. I'll meet you there.

Who's Lorenzo?

- How do you know that name?
- Who is he? Roy, you fucked me, man!

Now Jimmy, you knew
this was going to be risky.

Now trust me. You don't want
to fuck with these people.

If you bring us the car right now,
I can fix this.

Fuck you! Who's us?

You fucked me, man, you knew
those guys were going to be there.

You set me up!

Think about this Jimmy. This is going to
be the most important move of your life.

It's bad enough you have
one gangster out to kill you.

Jimmy. Jimmy!

Detroit's a single mother living
in a trailer park with a baby on her hip.

Now L.A.'s a porn star with fake tits,
deep pockets, and a coke problem.

Everybody comes out here
to find something.

Or run away from something.
I'm doing both.

Figured it was my environment
that was making me who I was.

When you fuck around like this,
doesn't matter what city you live in.

Sooner of later...

things are bound to get bloody.

Rule number one. Stay away
from cars less than five years old.

I usually go for Toyotas or Hondas.
The Japs know how to make cars.

Rule number two, stay away from any
high-end luxury sports cars,

Mercedes, BMW, Audi.

Sure, the payout might be higher,
but then so is the risk.

Rule number three.
Mental focus, it's all about the breath.

Keeping your head clear, and being present

is of paramount importance
when a boost is going down.

I started this when I was young
and desperate and bored,

but I had a talent for it.
On my best days, I would say it's a calling.

Not like the other fuckos
who joyride around and abuse it.

And yes, if you aren't a moron,
being a thief ain't so dangerous.

But this is my practice,
this is my discipline.

Rule number four, perception is reality.

You'd be amazing with what you can get
away with if you look like you're working.

But I am working.

Rule number five, you pick the day
in advance, but not the car.

Picking the car is like deciding if you're
going to go talk to a girl at the bar.

It's a frequency you tune into.

You can call it a gut instinct, for me,
it's like a wave at the back of my spine.

And I don't know if it's the excitement
of the unknown, or the adrenaline...

but it's never wrong.

I guess deep down,
it's the part I like best.

I've stolen 336 cars in the last 10 years,

and this whooptie maked it 337.

Rule six, you never trust
anyone in the game. Ever.

And one last thing...

always know your price.

My name is Jimmy Greco.
And this is the story of the day I died.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Surprise.

Do all guys from the East Coast
put it down like you?

I'm from Detroit, baby.

That's basically the East Coast.

Not really.

Well, it's closer to New York
than it is to California.

True.

But the answer's no.

No what?

No, not all guys
from the East are like me.

Want to know the reason it feels so good?

- Why?
- Because I love you.

Careful, Jimmy.

You're the one that needs to be careful.

I'm fine expressing my emotions.

- I know what it means.
- Is that a fact?

I could die tomorrow, and then what?

Think any of this is going to matter?

We're dust, baby.

We're not just dust, Jimmy.
We're human beings.

But it's our human minds
that assign meaning to our lives.

I fucking love you, so what?

- What are you going to do about it?
- How romantic.

I'll think about that
while I make your breakfast.

Brew the coffee strong please.

I know how you like it.

Shit is fucking good!

Yeah, it's not bad.

Not bad? It's way better
than anything else out there right now.

So? Doesn't make it amazing just 'cause it's
better than all the other shit out there.

Babe, this negativity
is really off putting.

I mean, we finally get some good shit,
and you're over there...

I totally forgot this fucking monkey
was sitting here.

What's up, man? Hmm, you got the money?

Maybe I'll just bleed you out instead.

It's okay, Gevorg.

Baby, nobody's getting cut today.

Too messy, I'm in no mood.

Fine.

Why the fuck are you still sitting here?

- Hola!
- Yo, what the fuck, man?

Cómo estás?

Yo, I told you not to come out
here without calling me first.

Hey, you think I give a shit about
your chavalos and your powder pushing?

Do all you fucking beaners
got maize in your ears?

Or is it just you, huh?

Let me tell you something, loco.

You keep pushing me,
you're not going to like what happens.

Fuck you going to do?

How about, I call some
of my cartel boys down here...

to rape your little slut...

gouge your eyes out...

watch you peck around
like a fucking blind chicken.

Hey, come on, lighten up, loco!

Shit, I called you, I left a message, read?
You never got back to me.

So I came down here in person,
to discuss some time-sensitive business.

Fucking blow got me all jumpy.

What the fuck do you want? Make it quick.

How would you like
to expand your business?

Well, you know I would love to,
but Lorenzo runs the show.

I'm already at capacity,
in accordance with our agreement.

What if Lorenzo's not around anymore?

What if, what if?

What if?

Some shit's getting ready to go down.

I'm listening.

The question is, how much would you
be willing to pay to get in on it?

Huh.

Since you seem to be
the man with the plan,

why don't you save us both the time and
let me know how much it's going to cost me?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to have to talk to my best guy.
And then double it.

Yeah, why do we need the best?

Word is, Lorenzo's dying, amigo.

- He needs a kidney.
- Yeah, how do you know this?

Because birdies talk, and birdies sing.

And then Big Tommy pays me a visit.

Well, well, well.

Don't start with me, Roy, I'd prefer to
make this as painless as possible, alright?

Good to see you, old friend.

We're not friends anymore, are we, Roy?

Well, since your little accident.

I'm here to talk business.

Okay, well, how about
a little drink for old time's sake?

No.

I need you to move something for me.

You know what they say about forgiveness?

To forgive is to set a prisoner free.

Then you find you that prisoner's you.

It's time sensitive.

And extremely valuable,
and that's why I came to you.

He wants me to courier
a package from Mexico.

Tells me that there's a kidney
inside that box.

Yeah, makes sense I guess.

Nobody's seen Lorenzo in months.

Big Tommy was very, very serious
about the time frame.

Won't they know it was you?

They'll suspect. With all the connections
I got, I got diplomatic immunity.

And what if they come after you anyway?

You let me worry about that.

Lorenzo's got way too many
enemies down south.

And little birdie's do talk.

When you're alone, it's hard
to be present with your thoughts.

And that's our innate fear of death

manifesting around the things
we can't control.

No, man.

It's 'cause I've got regrets.

But you can't change the past.

Yeah, but at least if
I'm going to get clipped,

I know it's going to fucking happen fast.

What I'm most terrified of,

is the thought of a slow painful death,
not actually dying.

Especially after what I saw
my dad go through, you know?

- God rest his soul.
- Yep.

Cheers to that, man.

What's up with the lotus ink, bro?

Take the boy out the hood.

Is that a gang tattoo?

No, man, we just got pride
from where we're from.

Those guys had my back and I had theirs.

We weren't a gang in the traditional sense,
but... we protected each other.

So why'd you leave, man?

Honestly?

Too cold.

Uh-huh.

So is that really why you left?

The weather?

Me and my boys got in a fight
outside The Derby.

One of them got shot.
Did you know Rick McKeeum?

Nah, man.

After that,
things just kind of slowed down.

Felt like I was waiting around
for something bad to happen.

Figured if I came out here,
give me a chance to start fresh.

How's it working out for you?

It's working.

'Cause I'm sitting here, with Clyde,

drinking beers and getting a tan.

What about you, why'd you leave?

Do you remember Mike, my cousin?

I never knew him,
I remember he got killed.

Yeah, well, after...

my father died, and Mike...

I kind of realized I was going
down the wrong path.

I'm sorry, I know you guys were close.

I wasn't ever really that close
to my dad, man.

Not like you.

I was talking about Michael.

Right, right. Right.

- Jimmy!
- Mr. Slick!

Come on to the office.

Nah, man, I got to get going.
I just got to go.

I got some tequila, and I want
to talk to you anyway, come on.

- There's an extra 1,000 bucks here.
- I thought you deserved a little bonus.

- No thanks.
- Jimmy, don't be rude.

I don't mean to be rude, but I like
our arrangement just fine the way it is.

I know what it means if I take that.

- What are you talking about?
- It means I work for you.

And what do you do now?

Now I work with you,
there's a big difference.

How's that?

Simple. I bring you cars for $2,500 a pop.

And you know as well as I do, I can go
anywhere in town and get that same price.

What makes us special,
is that we're both consistent.

- Is that a fact?
- Damn straight.

You know...

this tequila's made from a cactus.

Meant to be sipped, and enjoyed.

To power and money.

You know, but sometimes Jimmy,
you got to just say, "fuck it."

What's this about, Roy?

I got a special job for you.

I don't do special jobs.

Not even for big money?

- How much we talking?
- 20 grand.

- I just told you I don't do special jobs.
- 50 then.

You're just going
to throw numbers at me now?

- Yeah, I'm serious.
- Well, then again, respectfully Roy,

I'm going to have to decline.

Well, how about a respectable...
100 grand?

Thanks for the drink.

200 grand.

Ah, now I've got your attention.

Are you serious?

I don't fuck around, Jimmy.

- What kind of job we talking?
- Just another boost.

You got five minutes to steal a car,
containing some really valuable cargo.

It's going down in broad daylight.
All you got to do, bring me the car.

Don't ask any questions, and that's it.

That's it?

Yep, that's it.

Two fifty.

- I got to make a call.
- What for?

Now I know your price.

Tommy, you mind?

You know who I am?

You must be Lorenzo.

- But you don't look sick to me.
- That's because I'm not.

At least not in the body.
Maybe in the mind.

I thought this was all about
you needing a kidney.

- What's your name, kid?
- Jimmy.

What do you do, Jimmy?

- What's your thing?
- I boost cars.

And how did you end up working for Austin?

- I don't work for nobody.
- And yet, here we are.

It's amazing, isn't it?

How crystal clear a situation becomes
when you're looking at it from the outside?

- It's a matter of point of view.
- Exactly.

We're animals.
That's part of our conundrum.

Greed serves us very well in nature,
but in the human world,

we have our intellect
to tell us otherwise.

If you were me,
you would have done the same thing.

Hard to say.

You know I have to kill you, right?

You don't have to do anything.

I didn't get to be in this position
by being merciful.

Mercy?

Is that what we're talking about?

If you were in my position,
you'd do the same thing.

Hard to say.

- How old are you, kid?
- 26.

Jesus. When I was 26, I lived in Chelsea.

Why'd you come here?

Because I knew
that I had to burn some people

if I wanted to get where I wanted to go.

Or, move somewhere else,
and take what was mine.

I chose the latter.

Makes sense, but why L.A.?

It's the weather, right? I'm from Detroit,
you ever been to Midwest?

It's fucking cold.

First I went to New York.
But the Guineas run that town.

Also, cold.

After a few years, I came out to L.A.,
and I knew right away, I'd hit it.

How'd you know?

Back then, my main thing was blow,

and this bitch ran all the coke
from Mexico.

Ruthless cunt named Graciela.

Bat shit crazy, that broad.

And good looking too, huge titties.

But if she even thought you'd crossed her,

she'd have you burned alive, cut out
your eyes, and chop off your dick.

That's the funny thing about people,
you can deify them,

but at the end of the day, their flesh is
just as soft and fragile as a baby girl's.

Something tells me things
didn't end well for Graciela.

She fell victim to her vanity.

And then I put a gun under her chin
and blew her fucking head off.

Men get a bad wrap,
but it never ceases to surprise me,

how stupid a woman becomes
when she sees a big dick.

Just like that, pow, no more Graciela,

and I'm running the coke from Mexico.

You think the wetbacks give a fuck
who's running the shit?

They don't, trust me,
as long as you're consistent.

You ever been in love?

- What?
- You ever been in love?

Sure I have.

Tell me about it.

First time was Sarah Madson.

She was a couple of years older than me.

She lived up the street.

When I was 16, we hooked up.

Spent the summer together.

Used to pick her up in my truck,

and we'd sleep under that stars
at this lake near my home town.

Was she beautiful?

Yeah.

So that's it? Just Sarah?

And my girl Sherry.

Sherry?

Yeah, my girl Shereen.

Tell me about her.

She's different.

She's special.

I can't figure it out.

She never asks me for much.

She maintains this... distance.

I tell her I love her all the time
'cause honestly I do, but...

But what?

I don't know, nothing, man, it's hard
to explain. What do you care anyway?

All my life, I've spent avoiding love.

I've had a few meaningful
relationships, but...

when it comes to women...

friends, family, in our line of work,
it's best to keep it lean.

Loved ones become...

Like blind spots.

I have a daughter, Jimmy.

Sierra. She's seven.

Never loved her mother, but...
the moment I laid eyes on my little girl,

my world flipped.

Except for Tommy, I kept her a secret
from my entire organization.

The only reason I'm telling you,
is that she's the one who's dying, not me.

And I need your help to save her life.

This whole thing's about a little girl?

A little girl, and a blood disease.

It's ironic, really.

All the energy I expended
trying to keep her a secret,

and now, apparently,
it's the very same thing...

that's brought us to this unfortunate
and somewhat impossible situation.

Why should I believe you?

You said it yourself, look at me.
I'm as healthy as a horse.

Now I'm going to level with you, Jimmy.

Because we're running fucking short
on time, and we could chat here all night.

Even if the kidney is intact,

she still has only
a 70% chance of it taking.

I'm not going to sit here
and make up some elaborate lie

about how if you help me,
I will let you go.

You fucked me, Jimmy.

And I know you didn't mean it,
but you did it anyway.

And now you have to pay the price.

So, this is going to go down
one of either two ways.

One, you're going to tell me
where the kidney is,

and when I have it, Tommy here,
is going to put a bullet through your heart.

Or, you don't tell me where it is,
and I have one of my less civilized guys

go to work on you.

What if I set everything right?

Jimmy, I have my reputation.

So that's it?

That's it.

Although I myself
am not a violent man, Lorenzo...

I understand people like you.

So before I agree to anything,

here are my terms. I need two things.

One, I want 150K.

For my girl Shereen.

Put her brother through college,
take care of her for a while.

And two... you got to let me go
for a couple hours.

I'll bring you back the kidney,
that's a promise.

But I need some time.

You know I can't do that, Jimmy.

Just hear me out.

Like I said, I understand people like you.

I know that you'll find the thing that I love
most and destroy it if I try to skip town

or do anything stupid.

And I don't value my life that much...

I never have.

But just so we're clear,
I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you. I need a little time.

Jimmy, what the fuck, man?

I need your help, I'm in deep.

This is bad. This is really bad.

I know. I got caught up
in this shit and it's all fucked up.

What shit?
Sell organs on the black market shit?

- No, it's not my thing, it's...
- Then what is your thing?

I boost cars!

I always knew you were into some
shady shit, man, but this is serious.

I know!

That kidney belongs to somebody and they're
going to die if they don't get it.

I know.

Then what the fuck?

I was hired to steal
this car for big money.

I didn't know it was in the trunk, I knew
it was valuable, I figured it was drugs.

And?

And during the boost some guy shows up
and puts a gun in my face

and I stab him, man, I stab him
in the neck with a screwdriver.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, you stabbed a guy?

It was self defense!

- Look, Jimmy, that's murder.
- What are you doing?

I'm a cop, man.

I know that we got a history,
but I got to take you in.

Take me in?
I called you 'cause I need you help!

- Put your hands on your head.
- Are you serious right now?

Friendship, loyalty, does that mean
anything to you? We're practically family!

I know, Jimmy.

But I'm not one of your lotus brothers and
I certainly won't be an accessory to murder.

- Now put your hands behind your head!
- No.

Come on.

You made me do it, man,
I'm not going to shoot you.

I called you 'cause I need your help and
no one in this fucking town's got my back.

These guys want to kill me,
bad guys want to kill me.

So you can either help me survive the next
24 hours, and be part of the solution,

or not, and then you're just
another part of the problem.

Jimmy, I'm a cop, man.

This could cost me my badge.

This is my career.

Then forget I ever called you.

- Jimmy, I'm sorry, man.
- Fuck you, Clyde.

Jimmy, wait!

- Boys!
- Shut the fuck up, Roy.

Roy?

Roy?

- Roy?
- The fuck?

Roy, listen to me.

One of my guys got stabbed
in the neck today,

with a screwdriver, during your pickup.

You mean your pickup!

Listen, our personal stuff aside, Roy,

I trusted you again
and you have fucked me.

So you got about 30 seconds
to start talking,

or I am going to make
your life miserable, huh?

- I don't know anything!
- Sledge.

You like to talk, Roy, everybody
in town knows that you like to talk,

so talk to me. Huh?

- Hey, I don't know what you're talking...
- Goddammit, I don't get people like you!

You know what, you just keep digging
deeper and deeper, right?

You just won't look... grab his hand.

You know what infuriates me? Is that think
you're so smart, but you're not, Roy,

and on top of that,
you're a horrible liar,

so all that ends up happening, is you
waste important people's valuable time,

- with all of your bullshit, huh?
- Wait, wait, wait, what's he doing?

Every time you lie to me, I'm going to rip
out one of your fucking fingernails, okay?

- So start talking!
- I'll tell you everything I know!

Wait, wait, wait! Okay, I'll tell you,
I'll tell you everything I know.

Okay, word is, this coked up kid, Austin,
he found out about the package.

He must have thought that it was like,
a load of blow, because that's his deal.

Hey, hey, he lives in Vernon.

I know who Austin is Roy.

But what that doesn't account for
is how Austin knew about the package,

- unless you told him!
- I swear to God, I didn't say a thing!

He deals to the Armenians, and he knows
all the real border borthers!

They must have fond out something!
I didn't say a thing.

I swear.

That is a great story, Roy.
That is a great story. You know?

I guess a half truth is better
than no truth at all, so...

I'm going to pay you
for that info, thank you.

But you still owe me one.

I'm going to call you.
Get your money for you, okay?

Bye.

God... dammit!

Listen, I'm going to need you
to start from the beginning.

I'm all ears.

But if you want my help,
I need to know everything, okay?

I don't know where to begin.

What about the guy that put a gun
up to your head in the parking lot?

Did he say anything?

He asked me who I was working for.

He mentioned Lorenzo.

He said "Lorenzo?"

Oh, shit. He must be talking
about Lorenzo Champs.

Who's that?

He's a big time gangster.

Runs a lot of operations
in and out of L.A.

He's our west coast kingpin, man.

You know, we've been trying
to nail him down for years, but...

But what?

He's good, Jimmy.

He's real good.

All of his businesses are legit now.
Except for the coke.

- So what's he want a kidney for?
- Who knows, man?

People pay a lot of money for the shit.

I just keep thinking about that guy
in the parking lot, man.

I didn't have a choice,
you got to believe me.

Oh, I believe you.

Now I need you to tell me...

exactly what it is that you want me to do.

You must be Jimmy.
Come on in, have a seat.

- You don't need that pistol, cowboy.
- I'll be the judge of that.

We're on the same side.

So where's this box?
I want to see this thing.

It ain't far. Where's my money?

You'll get your money
when you deliver the package.

So if there's someone you need to call,
now would be a good time.

No, we'll wait 'till Roy gets here,
then I make that call,

and we decide how this
is going to work together.

Okie dokie.

I'm Crystal, by the way.

Your services are much appreciated.

Roy spoke very highly of you.

That a fact?

So you thirsty? Care for a tasty beverage?

- Or maybe a bump?
- No thanks, I had a pretty rough morning.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Sorry.

Could you please stop pointing that at me?

I'm a girl, it's rude.

So how do you know Roy?

- Everyone knows Roy.
- Wasn't he supposed to be here by now?

Dude, relax, you're tense.

You're kind of cute though.

- Where you from?
- Detroit.

Yeah, I can see that.

You kind of got that whole...
trashy urban guy thing going.

Yeah, where you from?

The Hills.

Oh, do you want one?

Mellow the fuck out!

You just made a shit ton of money,
and as soon as you deliver your package,

all's going to end well for you.

How about that drink?

- I don't like this, you're stalling!
- Excuse me?

- Where's my fucking money?
- I don't like your tone, Jimmy from Detroit.

I almost got killed earlier,
so I don't really give a shit what you think.

Now where's my fucking money?

Alright, you left me no choice.

- What are you doing?
- Helping you relax.

You really are new at this, aren't you?

Now take one more step, and I'll shoot.

Baby! You can come out now!

What?

Nothing.

Have a soft spot for the kid?

Yeah, I guess so.

What was I supposed to do? Let him go?

No, I don't know.

- It just, this doesn't feel right, you know?
- It happens.

Yeah, but not like this, and when
the kid did the right thing, Lorenzo.

Maybe in the end,
he got mixed up with the wrong people.

- Roy, that weirdo coke head.
- Austin.

Nobody with half a brain
would work for that guy.

Yeah, I don't think
he was working with Austin.

I mean, Roy maybe, but... he didn't
know Austin from a hole in the wall,

I mean, that guy was cutting
his face up when we went in there.

Jesus Christ.

It's you.

What the fuck
is the matter with you, Austin?

Are you really going
to lecture me, old man?

Look, what's up with the sense
of entitlement? Huh?

Didn't we talk about this? One day
I'm going to be too old and too tired

to deal with this bullshit?
And then it was going to be Austin's time.

Right, but you couldn't wait, huh?

You just insist on disrespecting me
over and over and over again.

Disrespecting you?

I'm just trying to expand my business.

If you were in my shoes,
you would be doing the exact same thing.

Fair enough.

However, if I want someone dead,
I get them dead,

and I make damn well sure they know
it was me that wanted them that way.

You idiots, you get involved in shit
without any concept of cause and effect.

Wow, you... do realize we're talking
about drug trafficking?

Transporting human organs
on the black market and murder?

This isn't Sicily circa 1940.

We're not in The Godfather.
Some stupid gangster movie.

Okay, I saw an opportunity.

It's that simple.

And when Lorenzo's body
is drained and cold in the Earth,

no one is going to give
a shit how it happened.

I guess you didn't see all the guys
in nice suits with huge guns.

Okay. I'm going to explain it to you.

There's a gulf here, there's a divide.
A great divide, if you will.

On the one side you got classy gentlemen,
that get nice things, cars, houses.

Beautiful women, big bank accounts.

Fillet Mignon. Manicured lawns,
and we get to have those things

because, well, we live by a creed.
A sense of civility, right?

And then on the other side, there's you.

You're a fuck up, man.
You're a psychopath.

You make bad decisions, both personally,

and businesswise,
that affect other people.

You have no reverence for the game
and you played it wrong.

You're lost in the woods
without a compass, Austin,

and do you know where that gets you?

Lorenzo doesn't have the kidney.

Okay, and time's running out, right, huh?

Jimmy here is working with a cop.

And he's the one
who has the package, so...

Is that right?

- That's right. Ask him.
- Is that true kid?

You really going to shoot me, Tommy?

Wouldn't Lorenzo rather whack
the guy who sold him out?

That would make sense to me.

Austin, you are a tragic character
in this play of fools, brother.

How's that?

Because you played it wrong.

Killing me... would be bad for business.

I move too much product.

That's true.

However, that's why these guys are here.

Sledge.

No. No! No!

You don't have to do this! Tommy, no!

Baby!

No!

You were just too eager.

Will you untie the kid?
Let's get the fuck out of here.

- So, no more Austin.
- Yeah, good riddance.

Wish I'd taken care
of the whacko a long time ago.

These things play out, Tommy,
that's just the way it is.

No, I know, but I don't like it.
I mean, Roy's the one that made this mess.

He wanted the guy whacked, just think
of this as part of the payment process.

But even if that's true,

what, we're just happy to have
the Armenians do Roy's dirty work?

Doesn't matter now.

Alright, so let me get this straight.

Even thought you and I both know
that it was Roy that sold us out...

you're not thinking what I'm thinking?

No, Tommy.

You know we can't touch him.

This... this'll blow
the lid off the whole thing.

Got a lot of things on my mind,
the last thing I need is some bigger problem

- south of the border.
- Come on.

This isn't open for discussion!

Alright.

How's she doing?

We'll see.

Jimmy. What the fuck happened
to your face, man?

- Where is it?
- It's in the kitchen.

If I'm not back later, you need
to give this to my girl Shereen, okay?

Here's her address.
Promise me you'll give it to her!

- Jesus.
- Promise me!

Jesus, I promise, man, I promise!

Take care of this.

What would you do
with a few hundred grand, baby?

What?

What would you do with a few
hundred grand, if you got it today?

Or tomorrow?

I don't know.
Put it down on a house, I guess.

- I have no idea, why?
- Just wondering.

I would put some money away for Mickey's
college, I would definitely do that.

I would start a lot.

What, like a parking lot?

No, like a used car lot.
I would buy and sell cars.

Maybe I'd take you on a trip.

I hear Pontiac, Michigan's
beautiful this time of year.

- Let's go to the East Coast.
- Let's go.

Mm, this bacon's so good, baby.

- You like it?
- I'm in love with it.

Almost as much as you.

You don't need money
when bacon makes you so happy.

Damn right.

I was going down to Alvera Street,
and I saw it and I thought of you.

You like it?

I love it.

- What?
- Nothing.

Then what's the problem?

It makes me feel uncomfortable
when you look at me like that.

You're going to have
to explain that to me.

I love you, Jimmy.

I do.

I just...

Just what?

Let me tell you a story.

When I was a little girl,
I went to visit my family in Mexico.

And that summer they had this goat.

On the farm.

I loved little Billy more than anything.

He was black and white,
and used to follow me everywhere.

I was only five years old,
and I'd never been on a farm before.

So I didn't understand that they
would raise a goat once a year,

to be harvested in the Fall,
for the festival to make berria.

One day, I was called to the corral,
as everyone else in the family.

We gather around, and... we watched
as my grandfather slaughtered him.

Being so young, I had no idea
this was going to happen, so...

I was... desperate and I started to cry.

As my grandfather cut his throat.

When he heard my cries, the poor Billy
became distressed and started to panic...

and struggle for his life.

He was being slaughtered.

No.

That wasn't it.

Everyone else, including the goat,

up to that point, were extremely calm.

It was actually me who scared him.

My tia grabbed my hand
and said, "Let him go."

"Your fears are scaring him."

"His life was not meant for you,
he doesn't belong to you."

"His life was meant
for a different purpose."

"He gives his body and blood to us,

"and we thank him by honoring him
for his sacrifice."

At first I was confused.

But then I understood.

And my empathy evaporated,

and I realized she was right.

It was me who was keeping him here.

So what did you do?

I let him go.

Thank you.

- Hey, man, I got to ask you something.
- Hm?

You consider Pizza Hut a pizzeria?

I don't know.

I'm asking you a question. Yes or no?

No, I don't think Pizza Hut is a pizzeria.

No?

- They serve fucking pizza.
- Okay.

You know, I went there the other day
and got in an argument with the waitress.

I asked for two slices.

She says, "No."

- I don't think they do slices at Pizza Hut.
- That's not the point.

The point is,
I asked for two slices, she goes,

"What do we look like, a pizzeria?"
Now tell me that wouldn't piss you off.

- Got to work on your anger management.
- Yeah, anger management.

Breathe.

- Take it in, let it out.
- There you go.

Pop her in the face.

What's the plan here, man?

Keri's going to pull up,
drop the car off...

he's going to be under the wheel well,
package is in the back.

Under the wheel well,
or on the wheel well?

It's under the wheel well
in like a, little hide-a-key thing.

- The fuck's a hide-a-key?
- Know what a hide-a-key is?

Little fucking black box,
got magnets on it?

Slidey door, key goes in there, you
stick it under the car, in case you leave...

- A fucking hide-a-key.
- I'll find it.

Got those hide-a-keys that got those little
fake rocks, you never seen those shits?

I'm from Brooklyn, we got no fake rocks.

- I'll find it though.
- This is it.

- Can't see anything.
- Just give it a minute.

♪ Run run runnin' through a hot block
Duckin' from a top cop

♪ Smith and Wesson teachin' lessons
Lookin' for that chop shop

♪ Never have to knock knock
I'm never gonna stop stop

♪ Wearin' what I'm wearin's
got me carin' for that top spot

♪ Robbin' 'em with the name homie
Jimmy when I'm insane

♪ Got the shotgun goin' off
and you can call it Kurt Cobain

♪ Hey, blast from the pastor
These other rappers... ♪♪

Alright, go.

Fucking hide-a-key, don't know
what a fucking hide-a key is.

The fuck?

No. No! No, no, no! No!

Oh, fuck, no!

Hey! You! You!

Motherfucker!

Hello?

Who is this?

Who's this?

This is the guy that knows that you're
speaking on a dead man's cell phone,

that's who.

Some stunt you pulled back there, kid.

What do you want?

Big Tommy?

Alright, listen.

Before you and I get off
on the wrong foot,

I'm going to give you an opportunity
to set this right.

Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't
exist for someone in your predicament.

Right, but this shit is personal.

Keep in mind that the man that I work for,
he's not going to stop

- until you are cut into little tiny pieces.
- You think I don't know that already?

Well, then what's it going to take
for you to bring me back the car?

Don't you mean kidney?

That's not going to happen
until I have my money.

How much did they offer you?

250 grand.

I'll match it.

Go on.

I want to know who hired you.

I'm not saying anything
until I have my insurance policy.

Well, you're going to need
more than that, kid.

What do you mean?

It's going to take more
than a simple trade to set this straight,

you killed one of our guys, alright?

That being said, there's going to be a price
on your head, people are going to die.

If you want to get this straight, you and I,
we're going to have to work together

so that means that we will have
to establish some trust.

Alright?

I want to know... who hired you.

I'll call you back in a half an hour.
In the mean time, you can talk to Roy.

Now I need you to tell me...

exactly what it is that you want me to do.

Nothing yet.

I just need the package.
Some place safe for my protection.

Just go home and hang tight,
and I'll call you.

Okay, but I thought you wanted
my help with these guys.

The only thing I need now is
for the package to be some place safe

with someone I can trust.

Can you do that for me, Clyde?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

Then I need to make a phone call.

I'm gonna call you...
get your money for you, okay?

Bye.

That motherfucker.

Yeah.

What are you going to do about it?

I'mma lead the kid there,
and let him handle it.

That's the plan.

Here he is.

- You want your money, don't you?
- Yeah.

Then you're going to have to go in there,
and you're going to have to get it.

Alright, that's the deal we're making.

Look, we'll be right behind you.

Okay, as soon as the Armenians get here,
we're going to swoop in.

Baby? You can come out now.

You'll only make it worse!

Is it the pain?

Or the horror of being
maimed that's worse?

You're a monster!

I'm an artist.

You know why I'm an artist?

It's because the lines you can draw.

The layers of a person...

you can peel away. Like an onion.

If it's... enough...

you see steam...

rising off of them.

All that heat.

All that life.

Literally.

Evaporating.

I think it's fever.

Help me! Help, help me!

You can scream all you want...

nobody can hear you!

Ready? Huh?

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Baby, baby! This is my favorite part.

Baby?

Gevorg, what the fuck?

What the fuck, where were you guys?

We had to wait for the cavalry
to show up, Jimmy.

So what's next, what are we doing?

You're going to take the money to Roy's.

Look, I promised him
the money for the info.

Then we ripped his fingernail out.

Then I guess you could say
that I needed an insurance policy too.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

I'll call you later, okay? Thanks.

You alright with this, huh?

So basically I have to convince this guy
that I'm going to give up my life,

and give him the kidney?

Yeah.

Basically.

What if he doesn't buy it?

Look, Jimmy, just play it
like we talked about, okay?

Assure him, reassure him. Convince him.

He's just going to give me 150 grand?

Yeah, if you can convince him
that you're willing to die.

I think he will, yes.

You can do this, Jimmy.

And I don't value my life
that much... I never have.

But just so we're clear,
I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.

I need a little time.

He needs a little money,
and you're going to drive him.

- And we'll just meet back here?
- Yeah.

Okay.

We're going to let him keep it?

What do you think?

I don't know, he seems alright to me.

And if he brings us the package.

- Shame it had to go down like this.
- Yeah.

Could have been any of us
back in the day, huh?

But it wasn't.

Alright, well, I should go.

If the kid, so much as hints
that he's going to book,

- do him.
- Okay.

You got two hours.

I'll go get the money.

So you talked to your guy,
he knows what to do?

I told him exactly what to do.

But I mean, you're confident? I mean,
you trust him that he can do this, right?

He said he would.

But, you know,
this has got to look real, Jimmy.

If this is going to work,
you know, for both of us, okay?

Don't worry, this guy's a perfectionist.

He better be.

Here's her address.
Promise me you'll give it to her.

- Jesus.
- Promise me!

Jesus, I promise, man, I promise!

What the fuck?

I don't have much time.

Yo, Jimmy, wait, man!

I got something I got to say
before you go.

After my mother died...

my father and I were never
really the same, you know?

And I know that he saw you as more
of a son than he ever saw me.

And that was hard.

I never got to say goodbye
to my father, man.

And I know you did
right by him when he was sick.

And I never got a chance
to thank you for that.

So in case for some reason...

I don't ever see you again...

I love you, man.

You sure you're going to be alright?

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Take care of this.

It's alright.

You alright?

You did good, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, walk it off.

Whoo.

Alright.

Ready?

Hey.

You alright?

You did good.

So that's it?

Unless she dies, Jimmy,
and then I'm going to come find you.

- She won't.
- Yeah.

But if she does...

Oh, my goodness.

You know, Jimmy, you and I
actually made a pretty good team.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

Why'd you want to work with me?

I didn't.

Jimmy, I did this for Sierra.

Lorenzo's little girl?

Yeah, Lorenzo's her father,
you know, but...

she's my little girl.

I see.

He wasn't lying, you know?

He would have killed you, Jimmy,
he would have killed you.

He wouldn't have thought
twice about it. You know?

But then we would have lost
the package and I...

I just... I... I couldn't have that.

And I'm sure he gave you a great performance
when he was interrogating you, but...

Truth is, he is a horrible father.

So you love her?

Can't have kids of my own.

And it's not her fault, you know?
It's not her fault that...

father's a gangster, and mom was a whore.

And she can say, you know?

It's not her fault.

I don't know, Jimmy.

There's no playbook for this type of shit.

I didn't like letting you walk...

after what you did to Lou.

Like I said, there's no playbook.

All I know is that...
in this line of work, you...

you make the guy that's got the thing
you want, you make him an ally.

Not an enemy.

That's how I played it.

Well, I hope you know that I never
would have taken this job

if I had known what the package was for.

Doesn't matter now.

Here.

Time to cash in that insurance policy?

Yeah.

I want you to call me when it's done.

Okay?

Hey, Jimmy.

You asked me, but...

Why'd you do it?

It was the ultimate boost.

You disappear, kid.

Back the fuck up! Take a seat!

- Jimmy, Jimmy, take it easy, man!
- Take it easy?

- Please, have a seat, Jimmy.
- I'm not sitting anymore today.

I don't want to talk,
I just want my money.

Pick it up!

Open it up!

Shut it!

Please. Now, come on, Jimmy.

Fuck you.

Do you mind?

Do it slow!

You know, I lied, Jimmy.

- No shit!
- About the tequila.

- It's really cheap.
- All tastes like shit to me.

Okay, one last request, amigo.

How did we end up this way?

I guess I got lucky.

I don't believe in luck.

You could use some by now.

Hey, you don't have to do this, man,
you got your money.

And you almost got me killed, twice!

- Hey, it wasn't personal!
- How's that?

Lorenzo. Killed my cousin Graciela.

This was my first chance to get even.

Why me, why the bullshit story?

I wanted to get rid of Austin.

I figured Lorenzo's guys would kill him.

And I was hoping you'd get away,
and you did!

You're a terrible liar.
But it doesn't matter now.

I'm not killing you for Lorenzo.

He already thinks I'm dead.

So Tommy gets his wish.

At the hands of a dead man.

- These things play out.
- That's why I like you, Jimmy.

'Cause you're smarter
than the average bear.

But let me give you a word of advice.
For the future.

You wear your heart on you sleeve.

And that makes you weak.

So my life was worth 500 grand?

And now I'm buying it back for a lot more.

You would have done
the same thing in my position.

Hard to say.

Salut, Jimmy.

Salut, Roy.

Hello?

It's done.

No, sorry, you got the wrong number, bud.