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is bring them back.

It'll be easy.

Plus, it's a free trip

to Mexico.

What more do you want?

Right, so I'll be

like a little drug mule.

Perfect, I'll write you

a thank-you note from prison.

Okay. Fine.

You don't want 20 grand,

that's your business.

20 grand?

I thought you said it was 10.

Yeah, it was. It's 20 now.

For real?

- For real.

- Hmm.

Oh, and you can bring

Guitar Shop Barbie with you.

What was all that about?

What?

- That.

- Oh, nothing.

Ever been to Mexico, babe?

- Richard.

- Hey, listen,

my lunch meeting

ran a little long.

I'm not gonna make it back

to the office before the game.

So do you mind grabbing my bag

for me before you leave?

- It's under my desk.

- Okay.

All right.

I'll see you at the gym.

Hey, sorry.

Just had to deal

with something.

Hey, Mia. Richard asked me to

grab something for the game.

Yeah.

I know,

but not everything needs to make sense, Tony.

Scotland Yard is in England.

Who the f*** can explain that?

Now you're just

f***ing boring me.

Can I ask you about something?

Listen.

I'm gonna give you

some advice.

You listening,

Tony Tones? Good.

Stop crying,

go down to unemployment,

start acting

like a f***ing man.

That's a foul. Foul!

Oh...

You're kidding me!

How's it going at Richard's?

Fine.

Do you have any leads

on other clients?

Stu's a little worried.

He was saying

that your office space

might be costing

a little too much.

What?

Nothing. It's fine.

I still don't understand

why she gave us her tickets.

I told you,

she's going on tour,

she needs me to pick up

something for her mum.

This way.

- What band is she in?

- Please.

Just be happy we got

a free trip out of it.

I'm happy, of course I am.

I need to piss.

Hold this a sec.

Look, relax.

It'll be fine, all right?

- F***ing hell, mate!

- Sorry.

Easy, tiger.

Harold!

There it is again.

What is that smell?

Fat Willy's barbecue.

I always bring it for Angel.

Angel!

Here you go.

Allow me to introduce

our co-presidents,

Mr. Rusk and Ms. Markinson.

A new app. Amazing.

You know what else is amazing

is actually learning

a foreign language.

Yo quiero Taco Bell, huh?

That's sensational.

Can we get the f***

outta here?

Harold!

- Welcome back.

- Hey.

This is Celerino Sanchez,

our plant manager,

and Roberto Vega,

his right-hand man.

All right,

so you we need to talk to.

Okay.

You, we don't.

My office is this way.

Right.

- Sorry.

- No problem, Harold.

Please have a seat.

- Thank you.

- Harold,

just sit this one out,

and I'll come

get you after, okay?

Holy f***.

Do they not sell

condoms down here?

Okay, Sanchez.

Do you wanna tell me

what that is?

- It's an inventory report.

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