Lethal Weapon 2 Page #5

All l did was launder a half a billion

dollars in drug money.

Half a billion dollars?!

More or less.

Who can count that much money?

Could l have some cotton balls

for my nose?

Could you shut the f*** up?

You're supposed to take care of me.

Shut up!

Mr. Getz got away.

Our best opportunity and he gets away.

He slips through our fingers

and into the hands of the police.

What are you doing?

Checking to see

if l was standing on plastic.

Okay, l got it.

l'm who l am. You're a drug dealer.

l work in a bank.

You have money to launder.

What do you do?

Bring it to you.

-He does.

-l don't understand. Why me?

Who am l?

You're a courier. You work for him.

l'm the drug dealer.

Don't you have plates? What is this?

l deposit the cash into the account

of a dummy finance company.

l issue you a cashier's check...

...in his name,

minus a small commission for myself.

-The other end.

-You like breathing?

How much?

Not bad, Leo. Pretty prosperous.

You return it to me as collateral

on a loan l make to you.

But you don't pay back the loan.

You keep the money.

How's that work?

That's it! Don't you get it?

lt's your money. You don't pay it back.

And it's clean.

lt is now laundered.

You cops aren't too bright.

This is the best part.

You take a tax deduction...

...on interest payments

you don't even make.

-Am l a genius?

-You're a swindler.

Cheat.

Come on!

Everyone cheats. Look at the Pentagon.

So you got it?

So how come you turned yourself in,

Mr. Big Shot?

l was scamming those guys for months.

Every transaction, l kept a little.

You?

lt was easy. Cash deposits...

...millions of dollars in small bills

changing hands.

Who's going to miss $10,000 here,

$20,000 there?

Drug dealers.

That's right. They did.

That's why l'm living

out of a suitcase now.

You can give that to Nick.

But it's softer.

l put a fabric softener in there.

lt's small, Leroy.

lt's Leo, not Leroy.

l'll buy you another shirt.

Just give me the names

of those drug dealers.

l don't know any.

l just dealt with the couriers.

Where does Trish keep my laundry?

Behind the machine.

You never met anyone except couriers?

No names.

Wait a minute, come to think of it!

Okay, listen.

They took me up in the hills

to a house on stilts.

And l had a job interview with a guy...

...and his name was...

Haynes! Hans!

-Take us there.

-We have to sit on this guy.

lt won't hurt to look.

l know the address.

Let's go.

We shouldn't do this!

Come on, don't be a killjoy!

We're back! You're black, l'm mad.

This is going to be great!

lf we're going, shouldn't l have a gun?

ls my nose still bleeding?

lt's really sore.

Sorry about that.

lt should be coming up soon.

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