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[gunshot]
Hi.
Police? Yeah.
They...
They, they... they killed him!
KILLED him!
[phone rings]
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sitting down.
McMurphy's here too, what's the problem?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Well, where is it?
Alright, we'll be there.
What was that all about?
That was Collins down at the precinct.
Think it's a lead on Randolph.
Alright. Let's hear it.
Remember that heist that was pulled yesterday?
Yeah. Few hundred thou in jewels.
Well there was a black-bag shooting earlier.
Alright. But do you reckon they're connected?
The descriptions fit West and Randolph,
and I'm sure Vinny Mangini's involved.
Why do you think Vinny's involved?
The execution was in broad daylight.
Only Mangini has the connections to pull something
like that off and not get caught.
But you don't think he's the actual shooter?
He's not that stupid.
He wants us to believe he's dead.
I'm sure he paid somebody to do it.
And that's where Boots and West come in.
Exactly.
Grab your ***, Peterson.
Let'*** the road.
Murph: I like my men hairy. Don't let nobody tell you different.
Three kings!
Five of a kind!
Wild card, ***!
Well?
Boots: Took care of it.
Took care of what?
West: The body.
The body? You KILLED him?!
He's DEAD?!
Well... West killed him.
He tried to *** us over.
Fritz: That's my *** brother-in-law!
My sister's gonna be pissed!
Well. You gotta do what you gotta do.
Argh!
Nice camera, bro.
So what are you guys gonna do with your cut of the money?
I don't know.
What're you gonna do with yours?
Alright, gimme the papers.
I'm no so sure about this...
Just gimme the papers.
I'm gonna buy something nice for my girlfriend.
I'm gonna buy something nice for that Peterson guy's girlfriend.
I'm gonna take Peterson's girlfriend out for a little Italian sausage.
SAUSAGE! OHHHHH!
Murph: Hey, use your own bag.
Petey: Is that dog ***?
Murph: Yeah, I think so.
There's nothing here but blood!
We have to run some tests on it,
but I bet it has no bearing on Mangini whatsoever.
Look. Blood's at the bottom of the bank.
Probably shot the poor *** right in the back of the head,
dragged him down the pathway,
threw him in the back of a car,
drove away.
Good thinking, Murph.
Don't call me Murph.
[sigh]
Petey: Watch out, more dog ***.
This is where the load-up was.
If they were professionals,
it would have been less than 10 minutes.
We're not gonna find anything else here.
C'mon, let's head back to my house.
Garcia: Nanu.
Mangini: Nanu.
Really appreciate you guys taking the drive out here.
I need to get this *** off my hands.
So who's been after you?
Those two detectives.
Peterson?!
And McMurphy?!
*** McMurphy!
Yeah, who else?
They've been chasing after me for years.
That *** McMurphy.
Oh, I know McMurphy.
We had a run-in in L.A. back in the 80s.
That was a long time ago.
I was hustling smack out of the back of a Meals on Wheels van.
The Mormons would come around, get their fix,
and a complimentary juice box.
So, McMurphy confiscated all the drugs?
No, he stole all the juice boxes
and beat me unconscious with a .45.
I'm sorry to hear that.
*** McMurphy!
Well, let's get down to business.
Did you bring the money?
Aren't you gonna count it, Mangini?
I know you guys wouldn't *** me over.
Alright, are we done here?
Yeah. We're done here.
Oh yeah, one more thing...
[BLAM BLAM]