Heist Page #3

When things start to go sour,

someone's gonna be pissing.

Looking to shoot somebody.

I want an alternate idea.

Why should it go sour?

-You timing the wrecker?

-Yeah.

Why should it go sour?

Was that such a stupid question?

You ever cheat on a woman? Something,

stand her up, step out on her?

What?

-Ever do that?

-Yeah.

-Did you have an excuse?

-Yeah.

What if she didn't ask?

Was your alibi a waste of time?

Is he gonna hold up?

He's only gotta hold it together

till the thing.

-Okay. All right.

-Is he backing up?

Here he comes.

Ain't that pretty.

Don't start the car.

It's just a routine stop.

Don't start the car.

Good morning.

-Can I see some identification?

-Good of you to come.

You were supposed

to be here an hour ago.

Just forget about this.

It's no big deal. But we're

out here without protection.

-Who'd you talk to?

-It burns my butt!

-I understand.

-We're out working for the city!

-Who did you talk to?

-I know it's not your fault.

Who did you talk to?

Who did you talk to, sir?

-Keep it together.

-Can he cool the guy out?

-Pretend to write in your clipboard.

-Is he gonna be cool?

My motherf***er's so cool

when he goes to bed, sheep count him.

Appreciate that.

Why are you mad at him?

He's right. He's right.

Beg your pardon.

-Get off.

-Get in the car.

-Get back in the car.

-You know....

Give Pinky the piece.

Put your hands on the wheel.

And keep them there.

Just keep it right there.

We got it taken care of.

It's all right.

-Thanks so much.

-All right.

Chuck! You got a phone call

right here.

Excuse me.

It's Mr. Smith at the office.

-Yeah. Yeah.

-Thank you, officer.

Well, it's one of those days.

Got it.

-You son of a b*tch.

-Oh, that was real good.

You f***ing lame! Leave me dead

and the crew on the road.

-I saw--

-You f***ing cowboy!

-Tell me why don't I kill him?

-How about we do?

I'll put you down

Like the dog you are.

-You gonna shoot your way to stardom?

-I only--

I don't want you

to do anything unless--

We hit the city, you burn the car.

-I'll take the--

-No, you do it!

Car's filthy. Whole f***ing job's

in the car. You do it, Pinky!

Get me the f*** out of here.

Listen, it's very simple.

It's several elements.

You got the tow truck.

You got the roadblock.

I can do it, okay? I know the job.

I got the job cold.

You can't cut me loose.

Please, guys. We got a deal here!

Why should we bet on you?

Young, dumb, full of cum.

Leave me bleeding on the side

of the road. "He's just impetuous."

Joe, security truck to the garage.

We beat the tow truck--

What's so f***ing funny?

You got no job without me!

You got nothing without this job.

You want to go down south?

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