Heist Page #4

You want to go broke?

Without me, you got nothing.

You need the job. You need me!

-You can't take him.

-Okay, I got loose, but--

You cannot take this lame

on the job, Joe!

Can we just go calm here

for a minute?

Go calm?

So, what happened to you now?

I'll tell you what happened to me.

I need a f***ing minute

to make a decision.

-Fine.

-Joe, can I talk to you?

-What the hell is it?

-They found the car.

-What car?

-The station wagon. The cops found it.

How could they find it?

I told you to ditch the car.

I stopped off to see my niece.

-Did you wipe it down?

-You saw your niece?

Did you wipe it down?

-I left my clipboard in the car.

-What does this do to the job?

-You left your clipboard?

-My leg was troubling me.

-The job is on the clipboard.

-What about the job?

-The job's on the clipboard!

-Job stands.

-Are you crazy?

-The job stands?

-The job is bust. This place is burnt.

-What does this mean?

Job stands.

You're out of your f***ing mind.

We can't sink with the job!

Tell you what.

You want to run the show?

It's fun to play pretend.

Come on!

You're gonna roll over

for these guys?

-I gotta go away.

-You took this lame on the job.

Can't Leave with nothing.

You're drawing dead.

You want a f***ing telegram?

The job is dead.

You put your man in the street,

you lamed up the job.

-Wait, wait, wait. Bobby!

-I can't sink with the job!

Wait a second. Wait a second!

Baby, you got old.

I'm gone, I'm out.

That's it.

I don't see how

they could have found the car.

F*** the car, Pink!

You're a stupid Lame.

I'm out of here.

-I gotta get on with my life.

-Bobby, wait!

-Fran, what are you doing?

-Place is burnt.

Hold it, hold it.

For Christ sake!

You gotta move your car.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

What's going on?

What's the shot?

You got someplace to go? Some shade?

You best get to it.

And move your car. I gotta go.

Sh*t, where's my piece?

-I'll get it to you later.

-Now.

What am I telling you?

Just follow me!

Bobby, hold on! Just a minute!

For God's sake!

Walking away, Bobby?

You walking out on me?

Are you walking out on me,

you weak son of a b*tch?

Joe, I'm sorry.

Gonna get in your car?

After all this time!

What the hell?

Come back here, you f***ing coward!

You're a f***ing coward!

Go on, get the f*** out of here!

Little prick.

-And there they go!

-That's right.

You get gone too.

-I wouldve loved to do the Swiss job.

-It's a good plan.

Never Liked the Swiss.

Their clocks...

...two guys come out with hammers

and hit each other.

What kind of sick mentality is that?

You take care, pally.

Get Bobby's share to him.

-What'll you do for cash?

-We're taking down the boat guy.

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