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They're in.

This will make me happy.

How much should we cook?

This batch will yield 30 pounds.

Move, tweak.

Are you fucking kidding me? Don't

be lighting that shit up in here.

Take it outside, Jojo.

All right.

Deal we had was 50

keys by a plane, JT.

Your guy gets held up at Port

Arthur, that is not my problem.

Danny T will appreciate that.

Everything set, Dalton?

Yeah, all good.

Same plane, same pilot, same price.

Good.

F*ck this half-ass plane.

We have 20 hardcore motherfuckers

who can drive this shit to Tucson.

Well, my way is the safe way.

Your call, Danny.

Look, you're my kid, but

we're doing it Dalton's way.

Everybody, let's start

packing this shit up.

We're out of here in 30 minutes.

Let's go.

Let's roll, boys.

Go, go, go.

- Go, go, go.

- Get your hands up.

We need to go.

We need to go.

DEA! Show me your hands!

Don't move. Don't move.

Show me your hands!

Get 'em up! Get on the ground!

Jesus Christ. Somebody give

me a 20 on my agent inside.

- Don't move.

- All right.

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

You were one of us,

you fucking rat!

Move. Move.

What the f*ck was that?

Jojo,

let's get the f*ck out of here.

Drop your weapon!

Freeze.

He's undercover!

Stand down!

Stand the f*ck down!

Put your fucking weapon down!

Take that, motherfucker!

All units, I got two on the move.

Dark green muscle car heading

south-east on St. Bernard towards MLK.

Agent in pursuit.

I repeat, agent in pursuit.

What the f*ck was that?

F*ck! There's cops all

over the fucking place.

F*ck! F*ck!

Come on, Dalton.

You wanna play chicken,

motherfucker? Let's do this.

Out of this car, Danny.

Out of the car!

You rat, motherfucker!

Put the gun down.

Drop it, Jojo.

Drop the gun. Drop it!

Ahh!

Drop the gun.

Stand down!

Stand down!

He's DEA! Get him away.

Stand down.

F*ck you.

You were one of us.

You murdered my son,

you motherfucker.

You're dead.

Your kids are fucking dead.

He was down. He was done.

He went for his gun.

That's protocol, Broker.

Broker. Broker!

Don't walk away from me.

Broker!

Cool hat.

Thanks.

Give it back.

You scared?

I said, give it back.

You want it?

Come get it.

What are you gonna

do about it? Cry?

Go on.

Cry.

I asked you twice.

Twice what, loser?

I asked twice.

Yeah, if you're gonna take the job,

you might as well do it right.

There's all kinds of

wood you can get here.

You got virgin cypress,

you got longleaf pine,

you got that pressure treated pine.

Well, that's my favorite one.

Now, anybody want to use the

cheapest shit they can find,

might as well buy

the shit from IKEA.

Look at this. Mites done

ate all through it.

Man!

Wonder why you got to do the

job again every two years.

That's some shit. Look at this.

Hello.

I'll be right there.

Something wrong?

Oh, something at Maddy's school.

You okay to finish?

Yeah, man.

I'm working with you,

not for you, Broker.

Hey, Broker, don't sweat it.

It's probably nothing.

Yeah, you could be right.

I hear you, but you

need to stay calm about this.

Stay calm?

I don't feel calm,

so why the hell should I stay calm?

No, 'cause it makes

no logical damn sense.

Now I want this thing settled,

and I mean now.

It's gonna be, honey.

But getting yourself all wound

up like this ain't helping.

Who's that, huh?

That's right. Just listen to Jim.

Who's that?

You know him? Huh?

I don't know.

Is that the father of the goddamn

little girl? Are you the father?

Mr. Broker?

What happened?

Maddy's fine. She's in the classroom.

Will you come with me?

I want to see my boy.

- Teddy, baby, you okay?

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