Bait

Quiet night, boys?

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, we owe a quarterly.

Vault 23, encryption download.

Loaded.

Level five. Sonic, please.

Stable.

Motion.

Stable.

Status check, please.

All secure.

Excellent.

Carry on, gentlemen.

- Come on. Come on!|- What're you doing, man?

All right. All right, we're here.

What restaurant is this?|Where the front door at?

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.

All right.

I'm not doing it.

All we gotta do is knock this off.

We'll get a couple of grand.|I been casing this joint for months.

Look.

You been casing it|and got one picture?

Film is expensive. Look at that.

Shrimp? You on parole and you here|trying to go back for stealing shrimp?

Not shrimps, baby. Prawns.

What the f*ck is a prawn?

A prawn is bigger than shrimp. You|ever order a jumbo shrimp cocktail?

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*ck out here!"

You're deviating.

Give me a second.

We don't have a second.

Go back to the truck.

I'll finish up here.

Glove.

Ninety seconds. Perfect.

Send down the lift.

Yeah.

I don't think so.

What? What are you talking about?

The first conversation that|we ever had. No fucking guns!

You listen to me, Jaster.

You send down that fucking lift!

- F*ck you, you freak show!|- What are you doing?

No!

Wait.

Wait!

Crazy motherfucker!

No!

Stop!

...frigid weather conditions|continue to pound the New York area.

You fucking nuts?

No.

I'm fine.

Thanks for your concern.

- What the hell is wrong with him?|- Hold on.

He's really disrespecting|my speed right now.

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.

F*ck that. I go wrong all the time.|I'm going right.

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.

You're lucky I pulled my hamstring.

Y'all would still be chasing me.

You're saying that your partner|was a midget on a skateboard?

Midgets is taking over. They took|over this playground where I live.

They got this whole little|midget underworld.

It's crazy.

They squeezing us out because|they selling everything half-price.

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.

They died about three hours ago,|I would say.

All right, listen up.

My name is Edgar Clenteen.

I'm the chief investigator, Special|Projects Unit, U.S. Treasury Dept.

This is my crime scene.

And you all are contaminating it.

We got two young men here...

executed inside one of|the most secure rooms on earth.

So whatever you find, I don't care|what it is, you bring it to me.

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