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to get our freak on.
You sold Alan roofies.
Oh, sh*t. I must have
mixed up the bags.
My fault, Alan. Damn! Marshall gonna
be pissed off with me on that one.
Damn! Marshall gonna be pissed
off with me on that one.
MarshallYou're
Marshall?
You brought us out here
because of that?
You're not here
because of that.
You're here because some China
strolls into my town and takes one
of my guys off the street!
- Mr. Chow?
- Yes.
Yes! Yes, Mr. Leslie-f***ing-Chow.
You introduced a virus
into my life.
Oh God, what did he do?
He f***ed me in the ass.
Oh, he does that from
time to time.
Not literally.
Jesus!
A few weeks after your bullshit.
I get word this sheik is coming
in from Abu Dhabi.
He was looking to make some
less than legal investments.
He brought his two wives and 42
million dollars in gold bars.
- It was a lay up.
- Get down! Get down!
We took it all.
Two vans, each with 21 million in
gold.
My guys split up.
One of them made it back.
One of them didn't.
Is there a problem, officer?
Not anymore, motherf***er.
Leslie Chow stole 21 million dollars
from me. On a Tuesday.
Oh, God.
I looked everywhere for him.
But he's gone, no one
can find him.
Until the little cockroach got
him self pinched in Bangkok.
So I pay him a visit.
I offer him a truce.
I won't touch a hair on his head,
I just want him to tell
me where my gold is.
He refuses to talk.
Not only he does refuse
to talk to me,
he has no communication with
anyone form the outside.
except you.
Hey, it's unfair!
Alan, you been talking to Chow?
They've been writing letters!
Hey, those are private!
"Dear Leslie, OMG,
the McRib is back!"
"Why was it ever gone?"
Exactly!
prison guard today."
"Blamed it on cell mate.
Wish you were here."
Yeah, I wish I could
have seen that.
total nonsense,
except for one common thread.
You guys!
The Wolfpack.
Jesus Christ, Alan!
Five weeks ago, Chow escaped from
maximum security detention.
Oh, f***.
He stored aboard a shipping freighter
bound for the West Coast.
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
Alan, if you know where he is,
you tell this man right now.
Phil, I...I don't know. I swear,
I haven't talked to him in months.
We Gotta do it the hard way.
- What the f***!
- Hey, HeyDon't!
- Let's go!
- No! What the f***?!
Woh! Woh! Woh!
What are you doing?
Doug is my insurance,
he stays with me.
You don't give me Chow,
I blow his brains out.
You go the the cops,
I blow his brains out.
But that's insane! We don't even know
where the f*** he is!
No one does.
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