Takers Page #3

What were you, boosting Camaros

back in Riverside

when me and Gordon decided to let you in?

So, don't be so quick to write me off.

All right, I'll talk to the boys

and I'll get back at you tomorrow.

You do that. Love the place.

Alarm system sucks, though.

There she is.

Hello. How's my baby G doing?

I'm good, I'm fine.

- You look good.

- I feel good.

- Yeah? Yeah?

- Yeah.

They tell me maybe

you finish the program next week.

It's been a tough eight weeks.

Don't worry. I'm gonna do it this time.

That's what my mind

and my body's telling me.

I'm with you. I'm with you.

You know that, right?

- Yeah?

- I'm not gonna need these anymore.

By the time I leave here,

I'm gonna be cleaner

than the day I was born.

You know I'm grateful, don't you?

Stop it. You don't need to say that to me,

all right?

- Did you get my letter?

- Yeah, sure did.

I've been non-stop tripping over this,

I tell you.

- Caribbean, huh?

- Look at the water.

Clear and blue.

Cool and warm at the same time.

I've just got to get back there.

Soon as you're out of here,

I'm gonna take you there myself.

- I promise.

- All right.

I love you.

Turn that off.

I know, so I walk into my house.

He's standing there,

he's drinking my whiskey.

I was gonna shoot him

in the back of his head.

Should've shot him.

The guy's been out 24 hours,

already wants to do a job.

- He's crazy.

- Or he's got huge balls.

Yeah, Ghost doesn't play

when it comes to money.

He's too smart for that.

- The bastard's not that smart.

- That's for sure.

He's clever, not smart.

You guys, we always wait

at least a year between jobs.

- There's a reason for that.

- Gordon, you guys go way back, right?

Think he's being straight up?

Ghost could've ratted us out

a long time ago,

but he didn't. Kept his word.

What's to stop him from doing exactly that

once we give him his cut from '04?

- See, that's the problem.

- Yeah.

- That's a big problem there.

- Something ain't right.

- I don't trust him.

- Relax.

- He's trouble.

- I think he's onto something, though.

- He says it's big.

- Do I look like I care what he says?

Well, whatever you decide to do,

I'm down with you.

- All right.

- I'm going to the loft.

Private party!

- Where you going?

- None of your damn business!

- Gentlemen.

- It's Lilli.

- Baby, who ordered the Dom?

- That's for Johnny-boy.

It's the girl in the green at the bar.

She's cute.

- Don't let her pay for it.

- No, no, she's gonna pay, man.

This is how it's done. Let me show you.

Slow down, lvy League.

This ain't the frat house, man.

Well, that's some funny sh*t, man.

That's some funny sh*t.

I'll come back up later.

- Ghost.

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