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They'll shoot us in a

nice warm gravel pit.

Oh, so that's your plan?

You should be thanking me.

I might have just saved your life.

What, for, like, five minutes?

Now they'll never believe

I don't have the money.

After what you did, these a**holes

or their friends or

their friends' friends

will hunt me for the rest of my life.

You have kids?

No.

I got two.

Paulie and Kat.

Paulie won't talk to me

anymore since the divorce.

Boys are like that...

the good ones.

They look after their moms.

Kat and I get on all right.

She's gonna miss her daddy.

Switch clothes with me.

- What?

- Come on.

Come on, we're gonna

get you out of here.

And what, leave you? Come on.

Yes, and leave me.

You stand me up in the back

over here and hide by the door.

Next time those sons of

b*tches come in, you run.

Run like hell and get help.

It's now or never, Robert.

You don't get out of here...

my kids will never know

I sat here thinking about them.

There'll be no story,

no body...

"nichto. " You understand?

If I leave you...

I know.

I know.

Come on.

You're not handsome like me,

but let's pray this works.

- I owe you, man.

- No. No, you don't.

I think I'm the reason you're in here.

No, it's nobody's fault.

- It's just bad karma.

- I don't think so.

My ex took everything.

I owe money, lots of it.

The vig on my marker is more

than I make in two years.

IA, IRS...

they all want a piece of me.

You took the money?

No, but I was gonna try.

They don't need it like I do.

I was... I was gonna share with...

With whom? Alisa?

- No, not Alisa.

- Give me the name. The name!

Robert, it's time.

All right, all right, all right!

You win. I'll give you the money.

- Where is it?

- I have to take you there.

- He's gonna chop his head off.

- I need to be there.

- Why?

- Lock, dogs, booby traps...

I gotta take care of it.

I took the money, not him!

Cut my f***ing arm off!

- Where is it?

- Please don't do this.

- Where is the f***ing money?

- Cafe Volga!

I ran into the bathroom and

hid the money in the ceiling.

That's where it is.

And I wasn't on a date.

I knew Stepan saw me

in the parking garage.

I ran into the cafe to hide

out, but they got me anyway.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

What the f*** are you doing?

- Yeah?

- You can't kill a cop.

He's a cop. Ask him.

Huh?

Detective Sam Gurov,

NYPD Narcotics.

You can't kill a cop.

Please.

Okay?

No. No, no.

Stepan, please listen to me.

Listen to me. This is a police officer.

You can't kill a cop.

You'll go to jail for

the rest of your life.

Don't be a fool.

He, you.

Understand?

He... you.

I hope hell is warm.

Hitting a woman is not so

different from hitting a man.

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