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get rid of it for us,

but he wants us to do

a show in exchange.

All right. But if he wants

to get laid, it's on you.

I don't want to f*** him either.

Well, then who else are we

gonna find to do this?

I need that car gone.

Please.

I don't know what else

I'm gonna do.

Okay. Okay.

If he wants to f***,

I'll take one for the team,

but only because

we don't have a choice.

I knew I could

count on you, Jade.

Tell him yes.

Okay, good.

I'll go give him the keys.

He's gonna do it right now.

Oh, wait wait.

Don't tell that creep where we live.

I don't need to,

it's in the lot.

What? You... you mean

the car's here?

Yeah, I drove it.

Jade, are you f***ing crazy?

Why would you do that? I told you

not to drive the car anywhere.

You told me not to drive it around.

I mean, I'm brought it straight here.

F***!

Are you a complete idiot?

Listen, you borrowed my car

to run errands this morning.

Yeah, but I thought you'd take

a cab or get a ride with someone,

- not drive the f***ing car!

- Don't worry, okay?

It's not like a guy in Columbus

is gonna find it

all the way down here.

Seriously.

Just relax. In two minutes

this won't be our problem anymore, okay?

Seriously, Cassie, it's fine.

Just do a couple shots

or something.

Okay.

Now where the f*** did

that little trick hide my watch?

So once I'm done

I'll head over to the motel,

get ready for you girls

to come over.

Is that a "herpe" on your lip?

No. I cut myself shaving.

Cassie's cool with it.

We'll be there around 12:00.

What name

will the room be under?

John Trois.

Okay, just make sure

you take care of the car

or it's gonna be John Uno.

Okay?

John Trois's got

everything under control.

See you at midnight.

F***.

Where did she put it?

Good Lord.

Where did all this come from?

Okay.

It... it can't be real.

Okay.

No, that smells like I am

the luckiest

motherfucking guy on...

If you tell her, I'm gonna

rip your f***in' head off.

But I'm not leaving

without my damn watch.

Get in the trunk, please.

I said please.

We better roll.

He's probably there by now.

Yeah. Ready when you are.

Mmm. Hey hey

hey hey hey hey.

Hey.

Where are you guys going?

It's not even 12:00.

Midnight Mass.

That's very funny.

Don't be a smart ass.

Listen, we have something to do.

We'll just... we'll be in tomorrow.

- Don't worry.

- Don't worry?

Girls, I'm trying

to run a business here.

- Give me a break.

- Night, Howie.

Howie.

B*tches.

- Where are they going?

- Oh, who knows.

Cassie was acting

kind of weird tonight.

They're up to something.

Well, of course they're up to something.

They're hustlers.

They're little b*tches.

What are you talking about?

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