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How you doing, Keaton?

I can’t feel my legs

Keyser.

Ready?

What time is it?

12:30.

It all started back in New York six weeks ago.

A truck loaded with stripped gun parts got jacked outside of Queens.

The driver didn’t see anybody, but somebody fucked up.

He heard a voice. Sometimes that’s all you need.

Mr. McManus? Christ!

Don’t you fucking guys ever sleep?

We have a warrant for your arrest. Fuck you, pig.

Todd Hockney?

Who wants to know? New York Police Department.

Shit. Freeze!

Hold it!

Sure you brought enough guys?

It’s quite simple, really.

A restaurant that changes with the taste without losing the overall aesthetic.

In other words,

the atmosphere will not be painted on the walls.

Well, let me give you an example. This I had to see for myself.

David.

I’m in a meeting. Time for another one.

Everyone, this is David Kujan.

Special Agent Kujan, US Customs.

These gentlemen are from the New York Police Department.

You look good, Keaton. Better than I would have thought.

A small matter of a stolen truck loaded with guns.

Mr. Keaton?

Will you excuse us for a moment?

We have some questions to ask you downtown.

You’re gonna be a while.

No, no, no. Please, please, please. Sit down.

This is… This is a small problem.

Enjoy the meal. I’ll talk to you later.

It didn’t make sense that I’d be there.

I mean, these guys were hard-core hijackers,

but there I was.

At that point, I wasn’t scared.

I knew I hadn’t done anything they could do me for.

Besides, it was fun.

I got to make like I was notorious.

All right, you all know the drill.

When your number is called,

step forward and repeat the phrase you’ve been given. Understand?

Number one, step forward.

“Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.”

Number two, step forward.

Give me the fucking keys, you fucking cocksucker, motherfucker!

Knock it off! Get back! Number three, step forward.

“Hand me the keys, you cocksucker.” In English, please.

Excuse me’? In English.

Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker. What the fuck?

Number four, step forward.

It was bullshit. The whole rap was a setup.

“Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.”

It was the cops’ fault.

You don’t put guys like that into a room together.

Number five, step forward.

Who knows what can happen?

“Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.”

This has really got to be embarrassing for you guys, huh?

They drilled us all night.

Somebody was pissed about that truck getting hijacked

and the cops had nothing.

They were hoping somebody would slip up

and give them something to go on.

They knew we wouldn’t fight it because they knew how to lean on us.

They’ve been doing it forever.

I mean, our rights went right out the window.

It was a violation. I mean, disgraceful.

They went after McManus first. Top-notch entry man.

What truck?

The truck with the guns, fucko.

“Fucko?”

He was a good guy. Crazy, though.

You wanna know what your buddy Fenster told us?

Say who? McManus.

He told us another story altogether.

Oh, is that the one about the hooker with dysentery?

Fenster always worked with McManus. He was a real tight-ass,

but when it came to the job, he was right on; A smart man.

What are you saying? I said he’ll flip you.

He’ll what? Flip you. Flip you for real.

Yeah, I’m shaking. Come on. Okay.

Answer my question. Can you hear me in the back?

Hello?

I want my lawyer.

I’m gonna have your fucking badge, cocksucker.

Todd Hockney, good with explosives.

Without a doubt, the one guy who didn’t give a fuck about anybody.

You guys don’t have a fucking leg to stand on.

You think so, tough guy?

I can put you in Queens on the night of the hijacking.

Really?

I live in Queens.

Did you put that together yourself, Einstein?

What, you got a team of monkeys working around the clock on this?

You know what happens if you do another turn in the joint?

Fuck your father in the shower and then have a snack.

Are you gonna charge me, dickhead? I’ll charge you when I’m ready.

With what?

You know damn well, dead man.

But Keaton?

Keaton was the real prize for them, for obvious reasons.

It was your mistake, not mine.

Did you ever stop to ask me?

I mean, I’ve been walking around with the same face, the same name.

I’m a businessman.

Yeah, what’s that? The restaurant business?

No. From now on, you’re in the getting-fucked-by-us business.

I’m gonna make you famous, cocksucker.

Like I said,

it was your mistake,

not mine.

Now, you charge me with this shit and I’ll beat it.

Okay?

Let’s get back to the truck, asshole.

All right, really, really, really,

somebody gotta do something about this shit,

getting hauled in every five minutes.

So I did a little time.

Does that mean I get railed every time a truck finds its way off the planet?

Fuck ‘em.

Fenster, will you relax?

These guys don’t have any probable cause.

You’re fucking-A right. No PC.

Not goddamn right. You do some time, never let you go.

You know, they treat me like a criminal,

I’ll end up a criminal. You are a criminal.

Now, Why’d you got to go and do that?

Trying to make a point. Well, why don’t you make your point?

You’re making me tired all over.

Oh, fuck it, then.

I heard you were dead. Oh, yeah?

Well, you heard right.

Word I got is you hung up your spurs, man.

What’s that all about? What’s this?

Rumor has it Keaton’s gone straight. I hear he’s tapping Edie Finneran.

Who is that?

She’s a heavyweight criminal lawyer from uptown.

I hear she’s Keaton’s meal ticket.

How about it, Keaton?

You a lawyer’s wife?

What kind of retainer you giving her?

Whoops!

Hey, Fenster, do your friend a favor.

Tell him to keep quiet.

Dean Keaton.

Gone clean, huh?

Say it ain’t so.

Or was it you that hit that truck? Mac, Mac, forget him.

Did you get to talk to your lawyer?

This whole thing was a shakedown.

What makes you say that? How many times you been in a lineup?

It’s always you and four dummies.

The PD are paying homeless guys 10 bucks a head, half the time.

And there’s no way they’d line five felons in the same row.

No way. And what’s a voice lineup?

A public defender could get you out of that one.

So, why the hell was I strip-searched? It was the feds.

A truckload of guns gets snagged,

Customs comes down on top of NYPD looking for answers.

They come up with us. They’re clutching at straws.

I had a guy’s finger up my asshole tonight.

Is it Friday already?

Yeah, lover boy.

You want a piece? Jump in. I’ll love you.

So who in the goddamn piss hell stole that fucking truck?

What did you say? Who stole the fucking truck?

I don’t want to know. Who asked you, working man?

Fuck who did it. What I want to know is, who’s the gimp?

He’s okay. Says you. How do I know that?

What about it, pretzel man? What’s your story?

His name is Verbal.

Verbal Kint.

Verbal? Yeah.

Roger, really. People say I talk too much.

Yeah, I was just going to tell you to shut up.

We met before, once or twice. In County. I was in for fraud.

You were in a lineup then, too. What happened?

I walked. 90 days, suspended.

So you did it. All right, now, look,

we’ve all been put out by this whole thing, right?

So, I figure we owe it to ourselves to salvage a little dignity.

Now, me and Fenster heard about a little job.

Why don’t you just calm down?

What do you care what he has to say?

I’m just talking here

and it seems to me like Mr. Hockney wants to hear what I got to say

and I know Fenster’s down.

What about you, guy?

I’m interested, sure.

There. See?

So now, I’d like to exercise my right to free assembly.

Why don’t you just shut up?

You’re missing the point.

No.

You’re missing the point.

I don’t want to hear anything from you.

I don’t care about your job.

And

I want nothing to do with any of you.

I beg your pardon, but you can all go to hell.

Dean Keaton gone the high road.

What is the world coming to?

Fuck him.

And that was how it started.

The five of us being brought in on a trumped-up charge

to be leaned on by half-wits.

Okay, now, I really can’t talk about it much here.

What the cops never figured out, and what I know now,

was that these men would never break, never lie down,

never bend over for anybody.

Anybody

Who are you? Agent Jack Baer, FBI.

How many dead? Fifteen, so far.

They’re still pulling some bodies out of the water, though.

Any survivors? Yeah, there’s two.

One guy’s in County hospital, but he’s in a coma.

The DA has a second guy, a cripple from New York, I think.

Listen, the chief wants this place sealed off.

If you have any questions, give him a call.