Agenda: Payback Page #2

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Look, it's your daughter.

It's Estelle.

Of course it's your daughter.

F***! God! F***!

What the f*** do you

want from me, buddy?

It's time for you

to make amends.

Tell me what you want!

PETER:
That's not how it works.

Peter!

I can f***ing hear you

walking around up there!

Listen, whatever I did,

I'm sorry.

Is it about money?

If it is,

if you get me a bank

and a routing number,

I swear to God, it'll be

in your account tomorrow.

You can talk to me, Peter!

Come on, buddy!

I was gonna ask you

to be my best man!

[distant car approaching]

Is it about the movie?

Look, I...

I owe you a phone call.

I was gonna call you

today, okay?

Travolta signed.

I swear to f***ing God,

he signed.

We're good to go!

PETER:
Can I help you?

Maybe you can,

maybe you can't.

Are you Farrel?

Sorry.

I don't know you, sir.

I'm gonna have to

ask you to leave.

Hey.

You might not recognize

my associate here,

but I have a feeling

you know who I am.

Mr. Douglas.

I take that as proof that you're

the one that sent the email

regarding our mutual friend,

Steve Walsh.

Did you have any trouble

finding the place?

No. That's what GPS is for.

Now I believe we have

some business to attend to.

This way, this way.

[footsteps]

I'm sure you'll understand

that in my line of business,

I have to be careful

about dealing with issues

on a personal level.

I'm sure it's

very difficult for you.

Very diplomatic of you there,

Farrel.

There's no need

to sugarcoat things here,

unless you're wearing a wire.

I'm just f***ing with you,

I'm just, I'm just...

It's a joke. You can laugh.

Come on. And where is he?

Is he down there?

Here's your guy, Mr. Walsh.

Hello, buddy!

Hey, Walshy!

Shaun.

Goddamn it.

If you got a cell phone,

you gotta call the cops.

Motherf***er

put me in a trunk.

I swear, I don't even

know what the f***...

We're not here to save you.

You owe me a phone call.

Yeah, yeah, I, I...

I know. I know I owe you

a phone call.

Look, I just found out

last night

that the funds

didn't go through.

Look, the day after

I authorized the transfer,

I got called to Minneapolis,

my mother, God rest her,

she got diagnosed

with Alzheimer's and...

Christ.

Shaun, you of all people,

should understand

about family.

Wait, it, it, it...

Goddamn it,

why didn't you call me?

We could have got

back to the table.

It... It doesn't

even matter, okay?

Look, I figured out

the location.

I swear to God.

I got M. Night Shyamalan

to direct this.

The only thing I need is another

Audrey audition tape,

and we're good to go.

No. That's enough out of you.

You could just stop

f***ing talking, okay?

- I swear to God.

- Not another word.

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