Quiet night, boys?
Gentlemen, we owe a quarterly.
Vault 23, encryption download.
Level five. Sonic, please.
Status check, please.
Carry on, gentlemen.
- Come on. Come on!|- What're you doing, man?
All right. All right, we're here.
We go in the back.|It's like VIP, you know?
Only cool people go in the back,|like Madonna...
and Dennis Rodman|and Gary Coleman.
It's real controversial stars|coming in this place.
I'm not doing it.
You been casing it|and got one picture?
Film is expensive. Look at that.
Not shrimps, baby. Prawns.
What the f*** is a prawn?
And they real big|like they been working out?
Like they on steroids?|That's prawns.
Eating one prawn,|that's like five or six shrimp.
Yeah, right.|I'm going back to the truck.
Fredo did the same thing to Michael|in The Godfather.
"Fredo, don't ever go|against the family.
Don't disrespect me and my father.|Get the f*** out here!"
Give me a second.
We don't have a second.
Go back to the truck.
I'll finish up here.
Ninety seconds. Perfect.
Send down the lift.
I don't think so.
What? What are you talking about?
You listen to me, Jaster.
You send down that f***ing lift!
- F*** you, you freak show!|- What are you doing?
You f***ing nuts?
Thanks for your concern.
- What the hell is wrong with him?|- Hold on.
He's about to bite me in the ass.|Disrespecting your speed?
Where the hell they get a Doberman?
Where's a nice, slow rottweiler|when you need him?
You cased it for months|and didn't see a 200-pound dog?
They was puppies when I saw them.|All right.
On three, you go right, I'll go left.
Okay, brother, whatever.
One, two, three, break out.
Gotta hurry.|Yeah, what you want now, huh?
One-on-one.|It's me and you, baby. Me and you.
Well, it can just be you.|It can just be you.
How long does it take to|get these out of development?
Because, you know, I been working|on my little portfolio.
They got this whole little|midget underworld.
I'm innocent, yo.
Oh, innocent, huh?
Man, if you didn't have a gun,|I'd whup your ass.
Where'd you get this then, huh?|A cocktail party?
- What do you got?|- We got nothing.
Both shot in the back of the head,|execution-style.
Could be a 9 mil or a.38.|I couldn't find any empty shells.
All right, listen up.
My name is Edgar Clenteen.
This is my crime scene.
And you all are contaminating it.
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