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- And you know this because?

Well, when you get down

deep enough you know things.

Now what I don't understand

is what does a high-end pimp

want with your girlfriend?

Her dad, he owed him money.

Oh, sh*t.

Where can I find him, rick?

Only way I know anybody

gets into Dom's compound

is with a buy.

No, no, I mean like

a big buy, like six figures.

Well, I'll just go,

I'll talk to him.

Then what? He'll apologize

for the inconvenience

and hand you

your girlfriend back?

- I'll call the cops.

- They're on his payroll!

Oh, that is bullshit.

It's true sh*t.

Where is he, rick?

You know that warehouse

on cherry street,

with all those boats?

That's the place,

but I'm telling you,

you got a worse chance

of getting in there,

than me getting with Madonna.

I need your car.

No, yo! Hey!

Get off me!

Let go!

Ladies.

What do we have here?

This girl thinks

that she has class.

Get up.

Is that a manicure?

- Ah, and great hair, too.

- Ooh, cute!

Look at that dress.

- I'll help myself, sweetie.

- Step aside.

Good bone structure.

A bit on the young side.

I'd say you'll fetch

1,500 bucks?

Maybe 1,800.

But now with

what you're wearing.

Girls.

You need messy hair, sweetie.

I'm not wearing that.

What? Not your style?

You piss us

off, you piss Dom off.

And you don't wanna

be doing that.

Get dressed.

I've never seen you

like this before.

Like what?

So animalistic.

Is that a good thing?

I'm not sure.

You didn't have to come with me.

You knew what you were

getting yourself into.

I still came.

I... I don't even need you.

I can do anything...

hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, I do, I do.

Come here.

Come here.

I do.

Thank you.

Can I ask you why

you were unsuccessfully

trying to scale my castle?

You have my girlfriend.

- And you are?

- Frank.

Frank.

Let's be frank.

You're being rude.

You stole my girlfriend!

Give her back.

Who is she?

Who is she?

We have an array here.

The skinny one?

The rotund one?

Is she the one with the tail?

Her name is Quinn.

Quinn.

Ah, Jones girl.

Let her go.

Can't do that.

She's a valuable

commodity to me.

Look, you can't do this.

I'll call the cops.

An interesting and relatively

expected go-to.

Who do you think keeps us warm

and cozy in this establishment?

You son of a b*tch.

I've been called worse.

Give her back!

You're not a very shrewd

businessman, are you, frank?

You can't get something

for nothing.

Then take me.

No, thank

you. You're not my type.

You're a very charming

young man, but not my type.

How much did her dad owe

you? I'll pay it back.

50,000.

25,000 for the pain

and inconvenience.

$75,000.

- Look, I don't have $75...

- dollars laying around?

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