The Con Is On Page #4

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she threatened

to phone the police.

All right, all right.

Maybe it's better

if we bump into her casually.

- [engine revs]

- [thump]

- F***.

- [gasps]

F***.

White bubble. White bubble.

[exhales, voice cracks]

White bubble. White...

F*** it. F*** it.

F*** it.

F*** it! Why don't you watch where

you're f***in' going, you...

Hi, Jacks.

[laughing]

Peter! Peter!

Oh, my God, I've missed you.

Sorry about that.

Oh, don't worry about that.

That's just a scratch.

My God, what are the odds?

- I know, right?

- I mean it must be fate or destiny or...

Yeah,

something like that. Yeah.

Oh, yeah, sorry. Come by.

We had a wreck.

So what are you doing in LA?

Oh, you know, hiding out

from gangsters and that.

[chuckles]

- Are you alone?

- Oh, yes, quite alone. Yeah.

Where's that crook you married?

[Peter] You mean Harry?

Well, we're, you know...

She's left you again?

Well, thank God for that. Let's

hope it's for good this time.

Now listen, Peter.

You should come by

the house tomorrow.

You and I

really need to talk.

Oh. Yes. It's new.

- Do you like it?

- It's, um...

It's beautiful, Tiffany.

- Gabriel bought it for me.

- Oh.

Atonement for his sins.

He must've been very bad.

Yes. He was.

He was very, very bad.

Oh.

- It's just a ring.

- Didn't need it.

- Wouldn't miss it.

- Didn't even seem to like it.

How much do you think

it's worth?

A small fortune,

I should imagine.

Certainly enough

to pay off Irina.

You deserve this, darling.

- I do?

- Alimony.

Compensation

for being married to her.

- True.

- Yeah.

- True.

- It is.

Too bloody right.

Hello, there. I'm Sandy.

I'll be taking care of you guys

this evening. How are you doing?

Well, a few seconds ago, I was fine,

but now I'm feeling rather depressed.

That's awesome.

So our philosophy is this:

we're a farm-to-table

restaurant,

it's all small plates,

and we like to share.

Well, we don't.

So, two very dry vodka martinis

with a twist, please.

God, I love you. You're a

bloody genius, you are.

Here's to you,

my little thief.

Oi, Sandy. Sandy.

Where's our f***in' martinis?

[lighter opens, clicks]

Now, when you're in the house,

make an excuse to leave her.

Do a little reconnaissance.

Figure out where

the bedrooms are.

Find the exits,

that sort of thing.

Right. So, get in there, get the

ring, get the f*** out of here.

Pay Irina back and Bob's

your uncle, get it?

- Got it.

- Good.

Well, give us a kiss

for good luck.

You don't need luck. I have

complete confidence in you.

- Now, don't f*** it up.

- Right.

Looking for Jackie.

Oi!

[echoing]

Jackie!

Jackie. Oi!

[whistles]

Hey!

This is my safe room!

This is my safe room!

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