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- Get out.

- Fine. I don't care.

I don't care about anything anymore.

What's the matter with you?

Come on. Prison is easy, you puss.

No. You don't understand.

I betrayed my brother.

Maybe he deserved it.

He's dying, you jackass!

My real brother, Bleeko, is dying.

Now he'll have to die alone.

Just last week he said to me...

He said, " Pero, be there for me

in the final moments...

...when death has me in its deadly grip.

Don't let me go it alone."

I swore to him I wouldn't,

but I betrayed him.

For a lousy 16 grand.

- You're a sick bastard.

- No, I'm not laughing at you.

I'm laughing at... You wanna hear

something gonna cheer you up?

You know that old building

on Chester Avenue?

- There's a million old buildings.

- The factory with the gold brick.

- What about it?

- It's not a flour factory anymore.

Half became apartments.

Guess what's on the other half?

I don't care.

- A jewelry shylock.

- So what?

So my cellmate, the bricklayer,

he split the building.

- He pulled a Krazner.

- What?

You know, a Krazner.

He mortared the wall between

the apartment and the shylock...

...with sand and water.

You can push through it.

Shylock's a big shot. The bricklayer

said he has a fortune in that safe.

You still have to break

into the apartment.

That's the beauty of it. Nobody lives

there. It's vacant. You can walk in.

You're a bigger jackass

than everyone says.

- What are you talking about?

- lf this job is so good...

...why didn't the old man

pull it himself.

Two days before the job,

he fights with his wife.

Shoots her dead. He's a lifer now,

so he gave me the job.

You were to spring me so I could

pull it. Now we're in the can together.

- Funny sh*t, huh?

- Yeah, it is.

- I mean, really funny, right?

- You have no idea.

- You're free to go.

- Thanks.

Where's he going?

You told me you had three years.

You know, I did,

but the judge suspended the sentence.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you! You son

of a b*tch. Your mother's a whore.

- My mother's a what?

- A whore! Your mother's a whore!

- Goddamn! Sh*t. Come to see me home?

- I want the money back.

I did my job, baby. It's not

my fault the judge didn't buy it.

- I'm dead if I don't get that money.

- Look who flew the coop.

If it isn't a $ 16,000 man.

We don't care what went wrong. We just

want our stake in the money back.

What's the f***'s the matter

with you people?

- That money's mine.

- We don't want trouble.

- You want me to take it out of your ass?

- F*** you!

You want more, funny boy?

- Christ.

- Where's the money?

- I don't have it.

- Well, you better find it.

- Jesus Christ!

- Just give us the money.

I gave the money to my debtors.

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