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that you're using my specialized weaponry to do it?

I didn't know who I was up against.

Well, you do now.

Does the guy that hired you

know who he's f***ing with?

He fired me.

Oh, perfect. Well, no need to apologize.

Just stay as far away from me as--

Where's the gun?

Why bring the bag and no gun?

I needed to carry another one.

That's funny.

Only you're never funny.

You're dark.

And I don't mean skin tone.

Remember what you said to me last time I saw you?

"That's twice you saved my life."

No. There was a time before that.

Hmmm. "I swear I'll get this cash back to you."

No, that was even further back.

"Take your hands off of me, I don't go that way."

You owe me.

Another life!

I don't owe anybody anything from back then.

Oh, f*** me.

Go see this guy. They call him the Thai Stick.

Why are you doing this?

They're hurting people.

"They're hurting people."

Christ. Even you're smiling.

And you don't smile.

You owe me.

Now, I've seen the cigar room.

M ust be a place in that warehouse

where you keep the Cubans.

Yeah.

The Cubans aren't in the warehouse.

Welcome to my humidor.

I suppose you don't need...

No.

Colt, M4 sniper. HK PSG 1.

Anything in a bigger caliber?

You want to go out with a bang?

For the man who has everything.

Ho... wow.

Barrett 82 .50 caliber.

Just what I need.

It's 35 pounds with the bipod.

It's a lot of weight if you have to run the hundred.

I suppose there's not much point in

you running, though, is there?

Who's running?

It's 10 Gs a day.

And that's the "pay up front

because you're going to be dead" buddy rate.

Throw in the crotch gun.

I like this one.

Here.

Sweet.

Well, happiness is a warm gun.

Hey. One more thing. Right here.

Ow.

Ow, what the f*** are you doing?

You said, "Hit me."

I know. But I wasn't ready.

I thought you were gonna ask me why.

I know why.

If you get caught, you can tell them I robbed you.

It's okay. I'm okay. It can't get much--

Versace?

No. It's Paul f***ing Smith!

I'm back.

Ahh... Jesus, Mae.

I gotta think.

Mae, Mae.

Your knots are getting sloppy.

What are you doing here?

I was with the monks.

I saw you leaving just now.

Great.

You think I had gone to tell the gang about you?

Just don't do that again.

I am concerned about what we are doing.

I went to talk to the monks about it.

Really?

Why does everything I say make you so angry?

Because you actually seem to

believe what you're saying.

No point in tying you up anymore.

I told you that too.

She was something to you?

Something to someone else.

So you right wrongs? Because it's the right thing?

And because it pays.

You were discussing me with them?

Not just you.

Whether what I do is right or wrong?

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