Thief Page #3

- I am sure that it is.

- Don't you say thanks or somethin'?

- Whose money is this?

Your money. But I stopped this guy

from giving you a hard time.

Well, thanks.

You're welcome.

It's no big deal.

I'll see ya.

- Where are you goin'?

- Where am I going?

- Yeah.

- I am late.

Come on.

I thought we'd talk

a little business...

get to know each other.

Uh, no offense.

You want to get to meet people,

join a lonely-hearts club.

I know you already.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- How you know me?

- That merch you put down to Gags.

Max Sherman.

Puerto Rican fence.

Cotazar.

Where do you think they down it?

To me.

I'm the bank.

I handle the fence for half this city.

You been puttin' down

two, three scores a month...

month in, month out.

I see your stuff.

You got great taste.

Regular highline pro.

So I said to Gags,

"I want to meet this guy."

- He tell you that?

- Yes.

- Fine.

- Let's cut the bullshit.

Who is he?

How the hell do I know?

You want to put down contract scores all

over the country, working directly for me?

I am self-employed.

I am doin' fine.

I don't deal with egos.

I am Joe the boss of my own body,

so what do I have to work for you for?

Maybe you don't.

I'll lay it out. You can be the judge.

You don't look...

you don't case,

you don't do nothin'.

We point you to a score.

When we say it's there,

it's there.

They're all laid-out scores.

How are they worked up?

Alarm system diagrams, blueprints,

sometimes a front-door key.

Sometimes the scores are in on it.

Everybody's ripping off the insurance company.

- Work cars? Drops? Tools?

- Whatever you need, you'd see me.

I'd be your father.

Money, guns, cars...

I'd be your father from here on out.

- What's my end?

- You get a price. No negotiation.

We got expenses you don't have.

But you'll know the price up front.

- How big?

- Boxcar.

Nothin' under six figures. I'll make

you a millionaire in four months.

I go to work for you,

I'm pullin' a lot of exposure.

- Our protection trades that off.

- Yeah, I take a bust.

Turn around,

there's gonna be a lawyer...

a bondsman right there...

you never spend a night in jail.

Look, I steal ice.

No furs, no coin collections...

no stock certificates, no cartage,

no Treasury bonds, no nothin'.

- Just diamonds or cash.

- Fine.

- No cowboy sh*t. No home invasions.

- Fine.

- I work with a partner.

- We take care of you.

A partner is strictly your responsibility.

He beefs on you, that's your problem.

He beefs on us,

that's your problem too.

- Who are your inside people?

- That's my end. You don't have to know anything about that.

So what do you say?

I don't know.

- What do you mean, you don't know?

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