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Look, I.

I sometimes get. Forget it.

I’ll probably shit blood tonight.

So.

How do they wanna do it?

McManus wants to go in shooting, I say no.

Fenster? Hockney?

They’re pretty pissed off. They’ll do anything.

Now, I got a way to do it without killing anyone.

But like I say, they won’t let me in without you.

Three million?

Maybe more.

No killing.

Not if we do it my way.

New York’s finest taxi service was not your normal taxi service.

It was a ring of corrupt cops in the NYPD

that ran a high-profit racket,

driving smugglers and drug dealers all over the city.

For a few hundred dollars a mile,

you got your own blue and white, and a police escort.

They even had their own business cards.

After a while, somebody started asking questions

and the taxi service shut down.

Ever since then,

Internal Affairs have been waiting to catch them in the act.

And that’s where we came in.

So, how was the flight? Fucking great.

Will this get me to Staten Island?

You kidding me? This’ll get you to Cape Cod.

McManus came to us with the job, Fenster got the vans,

Hockney supplied the hardware,

I came through with how to do it so no one got killed.

But Keaton? Keaton put on the finishing touch.

A little fuck you from the five of us to the NYPD.

All right, watch this, watch this.

Careful, careful, careful!

Come on, asshole!

Holy shit!

Don’t move, you fucker! Drop it now, motherfucker!

Drop the fucking gun! Drop it!

Don’t fucking move. Don’t fucking touch a fucking thing.

What the fuck do you guys want? Put your fucking thing away.

We’re cops, you stupid assholes!

Watch the glass! Don’t fucking move, motherfucker!

You want a buckshot shampoo, chubby?

Shut up!

Oh, fuck!

Afternoon, my little pork chops. Now give me the shit.

Don’t move! Give him the fucking shit!

Give him the fucking thing! Give him the fucking thing!

Give him the fucking shit, man!

Give it to me. Hurry up! Come on!

Now the money. There’s no money.

Give me the money right now, motherfucker!

There’s no fucking money.

Give him the money right now! Give me the fucking money!

Do it! Give him the money! Give me the fucking money!

Give him the money! Hurry up!

You know the fucking. You know who the fuck I am?

You people know who the fuck I am? Fuck!

We do now, jerk-off.

Cocksucker.

Wait a minute. What’s that? Oh, shit.

What the fuck was.

Holy shit!

Go, go, go!

Keaton made an anonymous phone call.

The press was on the scene before the police were.

Strausz and Rizzi were indicted three days later.

Within a few weeks, 50 more cops went down with them.

Everybody got it right in the ass, from the chief on down.

It was beautiful.

I owe you $2/50.

Dr. Keaton.

There’s more here than I thought. When’s the fence coming?

Redfoot never comes to see me, I always go to see him.

In California?

Yes, Verbal, in California. Fenster and I.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold the fucking phone.

You and Fenster? No, no, no, no.

You fucking kidding me? Okay, so, then who’s gonna go?

We all go!

What’s your fucking problem, man?

My fucking problem, man,

is that you and Fenster are off honeymooning in California,

while the rest of us are sitting here holding our dicks.

Hey! The job’s over.

Cool it.

LA’s a good place to lie low for a while.

You wanna dance?

Ladies.

I would like to propose a toast.

There you go.

To Mr. Verbal,

the man with the plan.

We’re gonna miss the flight.

Don’t do this. Send her a note, something.

I said we’ll make it.

We’re gonna miss the plane.

She’ll understand.

That’s heartwarming. Really.

I’m weepy!

Jeff, you wanna wait outside?

You guys wanted to know what happened after the lineup,

I’m telling you. Come on, Verbal.

Who do you think you’re talking to?

You expect me to believe that he retired?

For a woman?

Bullshit. Keaton was using her.

He loved her. Sure.

And I’m supposed to believe

that hitting the taxi service wasn’t his idea either.

It was all Fenster and McManus.

Come on, Keaton was a cop for four years.

Who else would know the taxi service better?

That job had his name written all over on it.

But Edie had him all turned around.

Let me tell you something,

I know Dean Keaton.

I’ve been investigating him for the past three years.

The guy I know was a cold-blooded bastard.

LAD indicted him on three counts of murder

before he was kicked off the force.

So, don’t sell me the hooker with a heart of gold.

You got him all wrong.

Do i?

Dean Keaton was under indictment a total of seven times while he was on the force.

In every case, witnesses either reversed their testimony

to the grand jury or died before they could testify.

When they finally did nail him for fraud, he spent five years in Sing Sing.

He killed three prisoners inside.

Of course, I can’t prove this,

but I can’t prove the best part either.

Dean Keaton was dead.

Did you know that?

He died in a fire two years ago during an investigation into the murder of a witness

who was going to testify against him.

Two people saw Dean Keaton walk into a warehouse he owned

just before it blew up.

They said he went in to check a leaking gas main.

It blew up and took all of Dean Keaton with it.

Within three months of the explosion, the two witnesses, they were dead.

One killed himself in his car.

The other fell down an open elevator shaft.

Agent Baer? Let’s get this show on the road.

Agent Baer? Yeah, wait, just wait, hold on.

This is not what we discussed. There are too many people in this room.

Doctor, look. I promise we’ll be out of here

before he blows his porch light, okay?

I have a noon meeting, Baer. Yeah. Okay, look.

Agent Baer, five minutes. Everyone just calm down, all right?

I want you to ask this man about the shootout in the harbor.

He says they were buying. Dope. We know.

He doesn’t know what they were buying, but not dope.

People. What?

He needs guarantees.

What is he talking about, guarantees? He says his life’s in danger.

He saw the Devil, looked him in the eye.

I’m on my way. No, no, no. Wait a minute.

Ask him to tell him what he told me about the Devil.

Who’s the Devil?

Keyser Soze.

Keyser Soze?

Yeah, he was in the harbor, killing many men.

He saw Keyser Soze?

He saw his face. All right. All right, look, okay?

Tell him to tell her what he looks like.

Describe him. Okay.

Six weeks ago, I get an anonymous phone call

telling me I can find Keaton eating at Mondino’s with his attorney.

And there he is.

Now, because he never profited from his alleged death,

and because we convicted someone else

of the murder we tried to pin on him, we had to let him go.

He was dead just long enough for the murder rap to blow over,

and then he had lunch.

I don’t know about that.

Oh, I don’t think you do. But you say you saw Keaton die.

I think you’re covering his ass, and he’s still out there somewhere.

I think he’s behind that whole circus at the harbor.

My bet is he’s using you because you’re stupid

and you think he’s your friend.

You tell me he’s dead, so be it.

I wanna be sure he’s dead before I go back to New York.

He wasn’t behind anything, it was the lawyer.

What lawyer? What lawyer, Verbal?

You know, back when I was in that barbershop quartet in Skokie, Illinois.

You don’t think that I know you held out on the DA?

What did you leave out of that testimony?

I could be on the phone to Ruby Deemer in 10 minutes.

The DA gave me immunity. Not from me.

You get no immunity from me, you piece of shit.

Every criminal I have put in prison, every cop that owes me a favor,

every creep and scumbag that walks the street for a living will know the name of Verbal Kint.

Now, you talk to me

or that precious immunity they seem so fit to grant you

won’t be worth the paper the contract put out on your life is printed on.

There was a lawyer.

Kobayashi.

Is he the one that killed Keaton? No. But I’m sure Keaton is dead.

Convince me.

And tell me every last detail.