Sleepless Page #3

- The manager from the Luxus?

- The manager from Luxus.

- You f***ed up.

- What the f***...

We weren't stealing from Rubino.

You were stealing from Novak.

You got us f***ed up

in Novak sh*t!

- I didn't know...

- How you not know?

They said it was

gonna be an easy grab.

It ain't no easy grab!

They got t!

Man, we gotta... man, they

gonna kill... they gonna...

I know what they doin'!

I need that bag!

You know I wouldn't do

that sh*t on purpose!

- Then why'd you do it?

- Hey, man, I didn't know!

Man, I love Thomas like he my own!

Had one day with him!

Hey, listen.

I understand you upset.

Man, I'll fix it.

Calm down.

Get the bag.

I can't believe you thought I'd

do some sh*t like that, man.

I hit you

when I'm on the way back.

Oh, god.

Rob.

You don't have to do this.

We're family, man.

You don't do this

to family, okay? Please!

Please. Please. Okay.

I am sorry, okay?

I am so, so sorry.

You don't... please.

Please don't do this.

Please don't do this!

Aaah!

Friend of mine gave me

some cell phone records.

Three weeks ago, two calls.

And five calls Thursday

and four more yesterday

from your phone to the DEA.

- Th-that wasn't me.

- Listen, you dumb motherf***er.

You think that we don't have

people who we pay to tell us

when our relatives

call the f***ing DEA?

I'm sorry. Uh, I was with this

girl in agua Prieta, all right?

And-and the DEA, they busted us, and

they asked me all these questions.

You know what my father always said

about your side of the family?

You only think with your dick.

It's always this fat girl

and that fat girl.

And that's why you

turned out so stupid.

'Cause your daddy married

your mom and f***ed her.

Sweet lady. But not the kind of face you

want to look at for the rest of your life.

DEA bust.

My cut house raided last week.

The position I'm in,

I got to go begging

a f***-nut scumbag

like Stanley Rubino

for 25 kilos.

It's embarrassing.

Even worse,

the whole goddamn world

knows I'm vulnerable.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know you are.

Cut off his tongue.

Make sure he doesn't

ever use it again.

No, no. Rob!

Rob, come back!

You can't do... please! Please!

Please, don't do...

Please don't do this to me!

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

N-n-no, please...

Come on. Let me out!

Anyone!

Help!

Sh*t!

Sh*t.

- Hey, d.

- Where's Thomas, vin?

It's okay.

His coach called, said he missed the game.

Where is he?

Yeah, yeah. He took off

a little while ago.

I think I know where he is.

I'm gonna get him now.

Took off?

He'd never miss a game.

Look, d, t and I

had a little fight.

So, uh, I think he's just

punishing me right now.

- What kind of fight, vin?

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