Spanish Judges Page #4

A couple of lousy bad months,

and what do I get?

I get 10 tuxedo-less

freaks with serving trays,

and not one Goddamned nut

in the whole place.

Here, baby.

Oh.

No!

Yeah.

Don't you give me any lip

about moving again, either.

We're gonna have a fresh start.

Maybe Chicago, or Detroit.

Somewhere new.

Somewhere that

I can be treated like a...

Iike a successful man.

Want to be

a successful man, Max?

Where did you come from?

I've been sitting

right here the whole time.

New boyfriend,

Sister Mary Agnes?

He says

he's your brother, Jack.

My brother?

Nice to see you again, bro'.

Particularly since, we've never

seen each other before.

Particularly since,

I don't have a brother.

And since I never

have had a brother.

I could be considered

brother-less.

I find it very

interesting.

Why don't you

explain it to me?

Apparently I'm not

his brother after all.

I should have just shot you.

Why don't you?

Jack?

Jack, if that's

your real name?

It's as good as any.

What do we do now, Jack?

What do you wanna do?

Jack:
Ooh! God!

I was sent here

by a friend of yours, Bernie Nick.

Bernie Nick!

Max:
Yeah, I know Bernie.

So, how do I know you know him?

He's the one who told me

the story about New Orleans,

and the long hauls, right?

I had it right, Jamie.

Didn't I have it right?

Max:
So what?

Bernie's a dick.

I don't trust him.

Jack:
I know, neither do I.

If I had I would have used him,

but instead...

I want to use you.

Use us for what?

I have a proposition,

a little business proposition.

A collection tonight.

It's a big take,

very minimum risk.

How big,

how minimum?

It's a million dollars in cash.

What do you think?

And how much of

the money comes our way?

I was thinking 5%...

How about 10%, $100,000 each?

$100,000 a head?

Jamie:
Oh, yeah.

Yeah what?

Max:
We don't even

know whatwe're doing.

You wantthe long version,

or the shortversion?

- Shortversion.

- I need protection.

Give me the long version.

All right!

The long version.

Eight months ago,

in San Francisco,

my friends and I were hired

to obtain some merchandise.

A set ofvery rare antiques

from the court of

King Charles IV of Spain.

They were known

as the "Spanish Judges."

The guy was willing

to pay very well for them,

no questions, all ofthat.

He showed us the house

and the merchandise was in.

We spent nearly two weeks

getting our plan together.

But when we finally moved in,

another group of hired thieves

had beaten us to the punch.

The Spanish Judges were gone.

They disappeared

earlier that night.

Like I said, the pieces

were in demand.

My associate and I went back

to our employer with the bad news.

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