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You said that blood

never comes out.

Don't "Soda" me.

You owe me.

What?

What's this?

Weird...

How lucky are we?

Everyone died.

The restaurant went kaput.

Did you see what was left of Kadaev?

Shoes.

As if the terrorist was hugging him.

We have to give thanks,

but not in synagogue,

at the Wailing Wall.

A dining hall?

But you just ate!

How can you even think of food?

We gotta go to the Wailing Wall

to give thanks.

Fine, that's what I said.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go then.

Oh my God...

Chuma, your ear is bleeding.

Chuma.

Friend, give me a pen.

Chuma,

your ear is bleeding.

You can't hear.

Because we weren't listening...

it's a sign.

We have to leave this business.

There was a terrorist attack

at Zairi's restaurant.

We were there

when we were making collections.

People died in there.

You mean you were there

when the place was blown up?

Yes.

Where's my money?

I dunno, Kadaev must have it.

Where's Kadaev?

We were doing our thing,

we were inside,

he was outside with the...

money.

We never hang on

to the briefcase.

I bet the explosion scared him

and he took off.

I was sure he's here

with the money.

And you didn't see him

after the explosion?

No.

How did you get out

without a scratch?

Without a scratch, Kaslassy?

Did you see Chuma?

The man's deaf,

he's totally lost it.

I'm telling you, we talked about it,

we can't go on like this...

We want out.

You want out?

What is this, summer camp?

We've changed.

This kind of thing

gives you perspective,

all I see before my eyes

is blood.

You see blood on a daily basis,

- what are you going on about?

- But this is different, Kaslassy.

There were families, kids...

You know us, we're no softies.

Fine. Enough.

Take an unpaid leave.

You're not leaving,

you're getting some R&R.

We'll talk when you get back.

Thank you, Kaslassy.

You believe him?

You can't make up

something like that.

Yeah, they're not smart enough to lie.

How sad. Kids got killed...

That motherfuckin' Kadaev.

Three.

Tongue.

- Words.

- Words.

Kadaev?

Ran off?

With the money?

Indeed.

- Is that what you told him?

He'll find out

he died in the attack,

- his body was all over the restaurant.

- No he won't.

That Chechen wasn't legal,

no documents, no nothing.

He even looked Muslim,

they'll think he was the terrorist.

Don't worry, I thought of everything.

This is bad money! It's bad karma

and you're stealing it? From him?

This is not stolen money.

It's our retirement fund.

You wanted to retire, fine,

but we need some cash

to get on our feet, especially

after what we've been through.

So let's take the money

and go to New York, to Zadok.

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