Montana

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What the hell, Nick?

There he is on the sidewalk.

No, he's not. He's in the trunk.

No, on the sidewalk.

I'm sure this time.

Thank you.

Well, well. Country Mouse and

City Mouse make good.

Why, I'm impressed.

I'm so glad.

There's a fine line

between luck and skill.

In fact, there's no line at all.

Boss wants to see you.

So.

How did you find

the son of a b*tch?

Grace of God. Nick spotted him.

- Alone?

- No bags, no protection.

- Spend any time with him?

- No.

Good. Well, we'll just

let him sweat it out.

We should do him somewhere else.

- Why?

- Duncan.

- Claire?

- What does he do for us anyway?

You just don't trust him

because he doesn't carry.

What happened to, "Do it

yourself and it gets done right"?

The business has changed, you know?

Duncan saves us taxes.

Keeps us clean.

He's introduced us

to a world of money.

A lot that matters if people

walk away with it.

It's not about money.

It's about perception of strength.

Claire, did you think of that

all by yourself?

The bagman was your responsibility.

The loss of that money is your fault.

You're f***ing useless.

Now that we've thanked

our foot soldier...

...for the invaluable work contributed

today, please dismiss yourself.

F*** you.

The Boss and I have some important

financial matters to discuss.

Numbers? You know,

things you wouldn't understand.

Hey! Hey, friends, friends, come on.

We'll get it out of Koo.

Don't shush me.

Fuller.

We tossed Koo's house.

Wife's gone. I checked the airlines.

Simms, check her credit. Boulez,

get on everyone who moves paper.

Let them deny things

and then drop that we've got Koo.

We're gonna break him.

If they know anything, they'll spill.

When's The Boss

gonna squeeze Koo?

When he's ready.

- All right, boys. I'm in.

- Fresh blood.

I could use a challenge.

Take any more money from

this boy, hey...

...l'm gonna own him outright.

- What you looking at?

- What the f***?

Stupid little girl's gonna get

your balls in a vice.

The mass of men lead

lives of quiet desperation.

Thoreau?

- Amazing.

- I'm surprised you talk to me.

The Boss doesn't see in me

the threat he sees in others.

Why? You don't like girls?

My medications have taken their toll.

If I could do whatever I wanted...

...I wouldn't sit around here

playing poker all day.

They're just tools for The Boss.

They have no idea how

badly they're being used.

Everyone is a tool for someone.

The thing to consider is what

exactly one should be used for.

It's convenient Claire brought

the bagman without the bag.

No, Claire's solid. I trust her.

This is the only life she knows.

- That's obvious enough.

- Don't piss her off. It's not smart.

All right, look. Until we

get a handle on this problem...

...l'm thinking we should shift

some of our capital abroad.

Will it cost us?

We'll be in profit in 30 days,

trust me.

- I trust results.

- Precisely.

Do it.

Wait! There ain't two

of these in a deck of cards!

- F***ing piece of sh*t!

- You been robbing me all night.

What the f*** is going on?

Somebody was cheating, Boss.

Of course somebody was cheating.

You're a bunch of f***ing criminals!

That is precisely

why this always happens!

If I see money on that table again,

I'll have Nick shoot you all.

Kitty, stay away from the boys.

That's it, forget it.

It's nice to see you, Kitty.

We haven't spoken for a while.

How was your day?

"It was fine, Duncan.

I mean, it was just like yesterday

and the day before that.

So slowly I work up

the courage to run away.

But I never get quite enough courage

to run really far away.

And then someone is sent

and I'm brought back...

...and I'm noticed by The Boss.

But it's only to punish me

for running away.

Because how does that reflect on him?

And then I'm back to sitting

in my niche, you know.

Bettering myself with books

that no one I know...

...can possibly appreciate.

I find myself hating them...

...more...

...and more...

...until I think...

...well, maybe it's time

to run away again."

Well, that sounds

like a bad day, Kitty.

- Pair of kings.

- Aces and eights.

- Two pair.

- Three nines.

Pair a threes.

F***!

Oh, f***.

Now this is gambling.

Hey!

Hey!

- My dad in?

- Yeah. He's in.

Hey, guys. Hey, check this out.

Look what I got.

It's a Glock 19, polymer frame, man...

...chamber for

9 millimeter parabellums.

Holds a 15 round magazine,

tritium night sights, silencer.

This thing's so light, man.

Feel how light that is.

- Yeah, kid, it's just great, kid.

- Don't call me a kid, all right?

Do they make them for men?

Who said that?

F*** you! F***! F***!

Kitty, get upstairs and wait for me.

Bagman time!

Do you have anything

you'd like to share with us?

You f***ed up big time.

Now, the good Dr. Wexler says

that you made your pickup...

...and then somehow you got lost

between there and here.

Now, I want the money and I want

whoever put you up to it.

I don't think you fully appreciate

your position.

If you did, you would

be spilling your guts...

...and praying

that I kill you quick...

...before I crush your balls

like grapes.

Oh, God. Please don't.

It wasn't supposed to go this way!

You're wrong, Koo. I think

it was supposed to go this way.

Somebody sent you out in public

knowing you'd get picked up.

You've been set up.

Now, I know you're scared...

...but listen carefully.

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