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Lieutenant said you used to be

a cop back in the States.

Something like that.

Well, then, I shouldn't

have to spell it out for you.

Yeah, but you see, folks can make a

lot of money a lot of different ways.

They can make money pimping hos,

they can make money

killing people. They can...

He sold crystal meth.

Or at least worked for

the people that did.

Ah-ha.

And during his hard

schedule of selling drugs,

he also beat you up, didn't he?

Only when I was bad.

Why'd you stay with him?

He kept me from being bad.

So what do you think

you're gonna do now?

I wanna get his

car and go home,

but the police

won't let me have it.

And that's why you're here,

because you need a relative

like a wife or someone, right?

Could you get it for me?

What are you talking about?

His car.

I have a spare set of keys.

What if I give you something?

I'll probably pass

on that at the moment.

Ronnie had a lot of

money stashed away.

How much is there?

Two million.

Mm-hmm.

I'll give you ten percent.

Technically, it's not stealing.

Ten percent of

two million that's in his car.

That's not stealing.

- It's kind of stealing.

- But they're bad people,

and they don't

deserve to get it back.

What do you think's gonna

happen if we don't steal it?

I think it'll go back

to Ronnie's b*tches

and they'll put the

drugs on the street,

which means it's better

if we steal it,

because at least

less people will be hurt.

Precisely.

Let me ask you something.

You sure the money's there?

He liked to brag.

Thought it got me hot.

It did.

Do you have any idea

what he did with the money?

Once a month, he'd drop

a bunch of it off at the bank.

- Do you know what bank?

- I don't know.

I'd go shopping while he did it.

Do you know who's money it was.

Who cares? Some cowboy that

lives in Houston, Texas.

They call him Mr. Vargas.

- Mm-hmm.

- They're bad people.

They don't deserve

to get it back.

If we take it, we'd be

doing society a favor,

and you would be doing your job.

Yeah, boss.

He's not saying anything.

I'm working on him all day.

- Where is he?

- He's inside.

Hi, Mom.

Yes, I know about

your doctor's appointment.

You reminded me yesterday.

Two o'clock, right?

I'll be there at 1:30.

That will give us

plenty of time.

Yes, Mom. I know you like

to be there on time.

Mom, listen...

Alright, I'll be there

at one o'clock, okay?

Good.

No, I won't be late.

Bye, Mom.

I said bye, Mom.

Hey, hey, Trevor.

Trevor... Hey, wake up, man.

Wake up, man.

Someone wants to talk to you.

Trevor.

Mr. Vargas wants you to give

back what you took from him.

I swear to God, Gage,

I didn't take anything.

Hey, hey, Trevor.

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