Heist Page #3

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So any thoughts on the matter?

Yeah.

Stealing from the Pope

is suicide.

The number you have reached

is not in service at this time

and there is no new number...

Yeah?

Got that address you wanted.

Also a Luke Vaughn

wants a meeting.

All right, send him in.

Sh*t.

Luke Vaughn.

What can I do for you? Sit down.

I was wondering if we could

have a word in private.

Everything we say here

is private.

How are you, sir?

I'm still breathing, Vaughn.

Still breathing.

Well, that's good.

I suppose that's more than some can say.

Oh, indeed.

How's that pretty little wife of yours?

Ex-wife now, actually.

- She's...

- Well, f*** her. I hope you traded up.

Listen, Mr. Pope.

I... I'm here to ask

a favor, a big one.

How big?

$300,000 big, at least.

What do you need $300,000 at least for,

Vaughn?

You remember my daughter Riley.

She's sick, in the hospital.

- Needs an operation.

- Insurance?

Insurance doesn't even

cover the treatments.

Been paying out of pocket

for a month

and I'm behind.

So far behind that if I don't

come up with money by Friday,

she's gonna lose her spot.

You know I don't run a charity here.

Rule #3.

"It's not a business

if you give the money away."

I remember the rules.

This isn't charity.

It's a favor.

$300,000 that I'm never

going to see again

sure sounds like charity to me.

No, sir.

I will pay it back.

I sign your paycheck, Vaughn.

Who are you kidding?

Mr. Pope,

you're my only option.

I don't make exceptions.

Let me ask you something...

what if it were you?

What if you were in my shoes

and your kid was sick?

- Hey, hey, that's enough. Time's up.

- What if Sydney was sick?

Nobody's talking to you.

All right,

that's all the time you get.

No, it's not all the time I get.

He already answered

your question. Come on.

I don't accept

his f***ing answer!

God damn it,

get your f***in' hands off me.

I don't care what you don't accept.

Get the f*** out of here.

What about the sh*t

that I've done for you?

What do you want?

A f***in' cookie?

What you did for me?

You didn't do sh*t for me.

You f***in' ran away.

I let you go away.

You wanted to start a new life,

you found God.

I didn't want my little girl

growing up hating me

- for the man I'd become!

- Get out of here.

You've got what you want,

I got what I want. Go!

- Like you, God damn it! F***!

- Move it!

- You're a bad bet!

- Get your f***in' hands off me.

- Hey, hey!

- Damn it, don't touch me!

You're f***in' fired.

Get him the f*** out of here.

That was awkward.

Yeah, well...

What's with that guy?

What's his deal?

That guy would have been you,

but he found love or religion,

some bullshit.

He just left everything.

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