Ripped By mstoll
VAN: Ladies.
Free love, nothing wrong with that.
Hey, a little token of my appreciation.
Thanks, dude.
You got that? "Toke"-en?
[BOTH LAUGH]
Right, that's funny, man.
Hey, thanks for getting my back down there. I appreciate it.
Hope we can do business again real soon.
VAN: Real soon, sure.
Sorry to harsh your mellow, dude.
[BOTH GRUNT]
BILLIE: Freeze! DEAQ: Freeze!
Hands up.
- Hey, Shane. SHANE: Hey, Billie.
Last time I saw you, you were naked.
What'd he say?
Is there a test to tell if you can no longer have children?
- We gonna flip this boy or what? - He'll flip. He's looking at a third strike.
He's a good snitch, I've used him before. Clean bust every time, I trust him.
I would personally like to know more about the whole naked thing.
- That could help ease my pain. - I wasn't totally, totally naked.
I like this story.
- Actually, technically, I think I was. - I really, really like this story.
Guys, I did Vice, remember?
- Grow up, come on. - I was just getting a visual.
So, Shane, ahem, you've been a naughty boy.
- Yeah, I'm pretty screwed. - So screwed.
- In just about every sense of the word. - Legal sense and the prison-bitch sense.
So you know the drill, okay?
You can either take the third strike and spend your life...
...rotting in Pelican Bay or you can deal.
What would I have to deal? You just busted me with 3000 pounds of weed.
- Give us Trey McNeil. - Trey's my best friend.
You've been his whipping boy ever since you could walk.
Listen, you give us Trey and the Circle gang, and you can walk.
You make sure Ana and Leticia make it home.
They're both good girls that come from nice families.
Well, one of them almost made it so I can never have a family. Which one was it?
- Thanks. - Okay, Shane, your choice.
Third strike or your last chance?
Let's do this.
BILLIE: Trey McNeil.
He moves 3000 pounds a month...
... with the help of his lifelong posse, the Circle gang.
They're loyal to the death.
A group of Orange County surfers who are either too mean...
... or too ugly to get sponsored, so they found something more profitable.
They handle most of Orange County, South Bay, Venice...
...Santa Monica, Malibu, Beverly Hills and the Westside.
They're all about the lifestyle.
If you smell like you're not about the lifestyle...
... you'll be rejected like a bum kidney.
Shane. He's gonna buy us a ticket on the inside.
After that, it's up to you to win Trey over.
We interrupted the Mexican pipeline where the gang has been getting their weed...
...for the last eight years, at least temporarily.
So Trey, he's gonna be hungry for product.
If Trey doesn't have his weed when his clients come calling...
...he's gonna be out of business.
We're gonna give Shane Candy Store cash.
He's going to explain that he got away with the cash...
... but the Mexican connection is over.
You guys are gonna be introduced as new potential suppliers...
...from Humboldt County, up north.
You'll be selling him the weed we confiscated off the boats.
Each pound will be tracked with a radioactive dye marker.
We'll be following every single pound, bust this entire network wide open.
- How much do we tell Shane? - Like any snitch, minimal.
No offense, but, uh, I could keep working the Serbian thing and let Van take this one.
- Are you getting close to the Serbians? - Not really.
- So? - He hates the beach.
[SIGHS]
Hate's a strong word, Van, but not strong enough.
I despise the beach.
I do not dig sand or medical waste.
I look bad in shorts and I'm not into skinny white girls with dreadlocks. I could go on.
Please, it's fascinating.
- There's the Beach Boys... - Okay, don't even.
Brian Wilson's the greatest pop composer of the 20th century.
What, next to Barry Manilow?
Heh, I feel so confident in what I know that I don't need to dignify that with a response.
- Please don't. - Okay, I will.
Do you know how ground-breaking his orchestrations were? Wild Honey, 1968?
You know what? I can't decide which one of you is more annoying.
DEAQ: Well, then, I guess we can't give you your present.
DEAQ: Aha. - Present? What present?
Oh, You don't want a present from two annoying guys, right?
No, never that.
I like presents, I do. I want a present.
Think we should?
- All right. - Turn around.
- Close your eyes. - Move forward.
BILLIE: Oh, no.
VAN: All right, go ahead.
BILLIE: Okay. VAN: No peeking.
BILLIE: You know, I can't see, my eyes are closed. You don't have to do that.
VAN: All right, ready, open. Peel it.
[GASPS]
DEAQ: Mm-hm.
Is this?
Is this the Steve McQueen car?
1968 fastback, Bullitt is back. Ha, ha.
- We wrecked it, so we figured... - We'd restore it.
Wow.
It... It looks pretty good.
Well, it'd look a little better with you in it.
Hey, make sure you put a third coat of wax on her...
...you know, before "she" deals with the elements.
Chance of rain.
[VAN LAUGHS]
[HEART BEATING]
SHANE: Hey, Trey.
Dude.
Your phone call freaked everyone out.
Glad you're okay, Fetch.
SHANE: Barely got back with the cash.
Hmm.
What good is the cash gonna do us now, huh?
- Well, you know... - "Well, you know."
What am I supposed to tell my clients when they show up?
"Uh, Sorry, could you, uh, come back later? We're gone fishing?"
- Come on. What are you thinking? - Tell him what you told me.
No, he'll just get pissed.
Aw, I hurt his feelings.
Is the baby gonna cry, huh?
Just tell him, Shane.
I know these two guys.
- Yeah. - And they deal volume out of Humboldt.
And where did you meet these guys? On the bus?
- Carlos. - Carlos.
- Yeah. TREY: Carlos, the V-13 gangbanger, Carlos?
Yeah.
Carlos, who got capped in his Monte Carlo, Carlos?
- You mean dead Carlos? SHANE: Yes.
- He said he did some business with them. - Maybe we should call them up and order...
...what do you think, 3, 4000 pounds sound good?
[GROUP LAUGHS]
- I don't know. - No, seriously, let's call them.
Yeah?
Okay.
[LAUGHING]
TREY: Yeah, right, Fetch.
Like I'm gonna get my hook-up through you. No, I don't think so.
We better start looking for a new hook-up, or word's gonna get out we lost our juice.
As soon as that happens, we're dead.
[SIGHS]
Oh, what the hell.
They got some nice stanky up there in Humboldt, huh?
Why don't you, uh, bring these jokers by?
We'll see if they're down.
Cool.
This is Van, that's Deaq.
What's up?
Trey.
This is Jimmy, that's Zoe.
Your boy Shane says you might wanna hang sometime.
Maybe.
That's cool.
Let me tell you something, though.
I got a system for checking references that makes TRW look amateur.
You don't check out, you won't ever hear from us again.
Except maybe by way of a single hollow point.
Found us a couple of hard guys, huh, Fetch?
I like it.
Go ahead, do your due diligence, we'll do ours.
If it all checks out, why don't you come hang out at the house later on?
Come on.
AQUARIUS: Betrayal.
Oh, yeah, somebody's gonna be zooming somebody.
How would you feel if that somebody was Trey McNeil?
That's one bad surfer boy.
He's been dumping weed into the neighborhood for 10 years.
- Well, we're taking him down. - But we need you to put in a word for us.
That boy's own mother could vouch for you and that would mean absolutely nothing.
It's gonna take more than my word to get him to set up.
- Like what? - He needs a boot in his ass.
Like a jackboot.
[VAN LAUGHS]
You're a genius.
Somebody wanna let me in on this?
VRB.
AQUARIUS: Venice Reich Boys. Surf Nazi gang.
They've been looking to jump in on Trey McNeil's action for years.
Aquarius puts out the word that Trey is vulnerable, he'll be eager to buy from us.
Create the need for weed and we deliver the goods.
- Bingo, baby. - Damn, dude is a hell of a surfer, though.
Dropped in on me once and bam!
Knocked me right out of the curl.
Come on, don't even start that. I know you ain't surfing now, stop playing.
I don't surf. What, fat people don't surf?
Take a look at this right here, man. You know what this is?
That's Zuma.
This right here, that's the Pipeline.
- And this right here... - Todos Santos.
AQUARIUS: Exactly. I'm a big wave man.
Hey, Van, on the real, we should come out here, hit a little something.
- Anytime, anywhere. - As we should.
Now, check this man, I unleash those skinheads on the Circle gang...
...y'all better be ready to throw down on their swastika'd asses, man.
VAN: You leave the ass-whupping to us, make the phone calls.
All right, now.
- You really like it. - I love it.
You're gonna love it too.
Don't hate, congratulate.
Room for all of us, man.
Seriously, Van, surf Nazis?
That pretty much closes the deal on how I feel about this whole beach thing.
How about that?
You like that?
I'm feeling that.
Hey, guys. I don't know, man.
- What's the matter, Shane, talk to us. - He's too smart.
I feel like he knows I'm selling him out already.
And he's gonna kill me, that's what he's gonna do.
- Whoa, man, chill out. - He's smart, we're smarter.
- And we got your back. - And all you gotta do, man, is be Shane.
I don't even know who that is anymore, Deaq.
I go to Mexico, and I know exactly who I am.
They love me.
I go down there, I stay at my house in Ensenada, I'm a hero.
They think I'm the cool guy.
Okay, you're the cool guy wherever you go.
This guy Trey's just got you all twisted, that's all.
No, man, he recognized you guys were cool. He accepted you just like that.
Man, you've got it bad. I mean real bad, but you know what?
We gonna get you out of this, man.
So you're saying if I work this out, I got a shot at a new life?
That part's on you, dude.
That part's on me.
So your operation checks out. I was very impressed.
Thanks, dude.
Maybe one of these days, we'll even talk business.
You've really never been on a surfboard.
Where I grew up, a surfboard would get you shot.
Out here, a surfboard will keep you from getting shot.
Come on.
- Where are we going? - I'm gonna give you a surfing lesson.
That's very funny, because it sounded like you said you're giving me a surf lesson.
I'll grab you a wetsuit and we're going surfing.
Yeah, right.
Wait. I let you on my beach, and you're gonna refuse to get on a board.
Looks like the moment of truth has arrived, partner. Surf or die.
So I'm supposed to let a bunch of wimpy white dudes convince me to do something...
...I ain't never gonna do?
Ever.
Come on.
All right. That's it, you've got it!
Get back on that horse, dude!
TREY: So, Fetch. - Yeah?
You've been in love with Zoe for what, like five, six years, is it?
- I don't know. - "I don't know."
You should learn something from Deaq, dude.
He's known her for what, a day?
He could nail her tonight if he wanted to.
So what, man? It's not like she'd go out with me anyways.
Fetch, Fetch, Fetch.
Loser mentality, amigo. I told you.
[ALL LAUGHING]
TREY: Now, that is the right way to burn through the last of our stash.
That's the last of it, huh?
So what?
You tell me, dude.
Up, up. We've got visitors.
Now, ladies.
Word is out that you're having some supplier problems.
Guess the, uh, wetback connection is out of business.
- Yeah? Where'd you hear that? - Dan Rather.
- And what if it was? - Well, then, we could help you out.
Take over your territory till you're back on your feet again.
- And what then? - We could work something out and split it.
- You walk into our territory... - Hey.
It's only your territory as long as you've got the product, chief.
Hey, Eva Braun, why don't you run on back to the bunker...
...and get your lips pretty for the führer. Do that.
- What'd you say, boy? - I think he said you were his Nazi bitch.
Nazi...
[GRUNTS THEN GUN CLICKS]
Something you wanna say? Huh? Huh?
All right, who wanna play hide the bullet?
Who want it?
[NAZI GRUNTS]
[ZOE SCREAMS]
[MEN GRUNTING]
SHANE: Come on. - Huh?
SHANE: Come on.
Nice to meet you.
TREY: Get it? This is Circle territory.
Van, Deaq, that's some heads-up play.
And where the hell were you, numbnuts?
Shut it.
I want you guys to come by the house tomorrow.
Maybe we'll do some business, huh?
And, Fetch, you got to save your new boyfriend, didn't you? That's so cool.
Straight up, Shane. You saved my life, dawg.
Thank you, Deaq.
DEAQ: Damn. You know why I wanna make this case?
So you can have Zoe all to yourself?
No, man, I'm just tired of watching Trey punk his homeboy Shane.
I want Shane out from under the dog.
I mean, it's sad, right?
I mean, he's so deep in it, he can't even see how bad it is.
End of the day, that's up to Shane, man.
I know what I'm talking about. I grew up with a lot kids like that.
Me too. And you know what? It's a tough place to come from.
I know that feeling.
What are you talking about?
When I was banging, I was the skinny puppy of my set.
I was a little younger, I was small...
...and I guess those cats knew I didn't really wanna be there.
There was this OG, Maurice. They used to call him Eight Ball.
And this cat used to ride my ass...
...from the moment I came in until the moment I left.
I mean, he made every minute a living hell for me.
Man.
You know how much grief I'm gonna give you about that, right?
[BOTH LAUGH]
Why you gotta do me like that, dawg?
I mean, I'm trying to open up here.
- All right. No, don't stop, I like it. - See, I'm expressing, all right?
All right, express yourself, open up. I wanna be the shoulder you lean on.
- Tell me more. - I have nothing else to say.
- All right. Puppy power, Scrappy-Doo. - All right.
[LAUGHING]
VAN: What's up, dudes? TREY: Who am I? Who am I? Help.
Zoe, Zoe, help.
You're Deaq.
You're a funny man there, Trey.
But, you know what? I sell chronic.
I deal in volume to avoid all the customer-relation hassles, man.
So if we don't get what the kids call closure by the end of business today...
...we're taking our goods down the road. - I'm sorry.
[ALL LAUGH]
I'm sorry. It's just you on the, uh, water with the...
Maybe I do have the stereotypical black man's aversion to water sports...
...but you know what?
I will get on anything with wheels, except a skateboard, and crush you, player.
- Really? - Believe it.
And just to make it interesting, when I do crush you, we start business today.
All right.
I like that.
[GROUP CHEERS]
Hey, if you don't have a cast-iron nutsack, you'd better build one quick.
You'd better get a mint.
Fastest wheels without a motor.
These things are custom-built, five large a pop.
I was thinking, like, a nice motorcycle race or something.
What's the matter, brothers don't luge either, big mouth?
- After I kick his ass, I'll be kicking yours. - Okay.
Do your thing, Captain America.
TREY: First one to the intersection rules the world.
WOMAN: Come on, guys.
- Yes, Trey. - Yeah.
Yeah, brother.
DEAQ: Yeah.
Here's to a long and profitable association.
I hear that.
Make your payments, we'll all be the best of friends.
TREY: Mm.
You know what that means for Fetch, huh, don't you, huh?
No more trips to Mexico to be the conquering hero.
He goes back to being full-time bitch, don't you?
Here's to Fetch.
Full-time bitch.
BILLIE: You don't have to do anything. Just stay in until the bust happens.
SHANE: Dude, it's almost over.
Just... Just play it tight.
We make the deal, then track the weed to the distributors.
Keep your head in the game. We have a lot riding on this.
Shane's head has been in the game this whole case, Billie.
Then what is it? What's the problem?
Okay, look, let's say this all goes great. In the perfect world of this thing...
...I'm gonna frame all my friends and send them off to prison for a long time.
So you get new friends, man. You need new friends, trust me.
And then I what, sling lattes at Starbucks...
...and wait for somebody to come in and bust a cap in my head, is that it?
New friends, new life.
Get out from anything and everything that's been keeping you down, man.
I know there's a new you in there just waiting to happen.
VAN: If you want it.
Otherwise, sooner or later, you'll find another Trey McNeil to slap you around.
And then, who knows?
Two years from now, we can be standing in the street having the same conversation.
No, no, no, you guys are right.
This has been happening to me since I was 9 years old.
Trey's been picking on me, people have been telling me to fetch.
You're right.
I need to start from scratch.
And you know what?
Nobody's gonna recognize the new me.
Nobody.
Let's get out of here.
- Got the stuff? - It's in the truck.
[GRUNTS]
What is up with you, Fetch?
Forget to take your Ritalin?
- No. You know, I'm just... - What? Pissing your pants.
Yeah, I'm pissing my pants, Trey.
Okay, guys, could we finish this deal before daybreak?
Why don't you tell him to get off my back?
- What, you're gonna start crying? - Yeah, I'm gonna start crying, what...?
All right, look, how about we all just maintain before five-0 busts us?
You guys can settle your domestic disputes at home.
Yeah, Shane, it's all good.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
Gotcha.
First thing tomorrow morning, you guys should come by the house.
Talk about the next deal.
Yeah. Nice doing business with y'all.
TREY: You too.
VAN: Wanna talk about how Shane almost screwed up?
Look, we're in the back end of this, all right?
All we need our boy to do is hang there...
...keep his mouth shut and let the weed show us who's distributing.
But since we're on the subject, and we got quality you-and-me time...
...what's your problem with the guy?
I know his equation, okay?
I grew up on the same sand, same waves.
You've got nothing at home, so you start this group, your circle.
That's your family, the only family you've got.
We're dealing with somebody who's turning on their own family.
- One screwed-up family at that. - That's not the point.
He's the guy that doesn't fit in anywhere.
He's not strong enough to stand without the family...
...and he's too weak to pull his weight within the family.
Guys like that, they always have a problem. They're always gonna be on the outside.
TREY: Fetch?
- Hey. - What are you doing?
I asked what you're doing.
I heard you.
I just didn't care.
Heh, that's funny, Fetch.
Well, let me clue you in.
I'm taking the cash and the weed...
...and I'm going to Mexico to live happily ever after.
Dude, what are you talking about?
Oh, that's right. Sounds crazy.
That's because I forgot to tell you the part where I'm gonna smoke your ass first.
[LAUGHS]
Fetch, you are so high.
That's right, I'm high.
I'm high on how dead you're gonna be.
[GRUNTING]
Huh?
Kind of hurts, doesn't it, huh?
You know why? That's where you've been slapping me since we were 8!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[TREY COUGHS]
TREY: Please.
[IN BABY VOICE] Aw, is the baby gonna cry?
The baby gonna cry?
Please.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Don't worry.
It'll all be over soon.
[GUN CLICKS]
[TREY MOANING]
[YELLS]
[GROANS]
ZOE: Shane!
It was the new guys, Van and Deaq.
They came in here, they took the cash and all the weed.
[GROANING]
I knew those guys were gonna make a move, I knew it.
If you knew it, why didn't you do something about it?
- You let them in. SHANE: I didn't let them in.
Trey brought them in.
Now, we have to go get those guys.
All right, here's the deal, man.
They're probably going back up north to Humboldt.
They're not gonna be speeding, they got a car full of drugs and cash, right?
So don't sit there and stare at me, go get them.
All right.
- I'll take you to the hospital. - No, I can take myself to the hospital.
- I can't stay here alone. - If you don't stay here...
...the house is gonna be vulnerable, right?
You can get me on the cell phone.
[TRACER BEEPING]
Okay, tell me you don't have, like, the smallest urge to get back on a surfboard.
What is with you? It's like you're trying to convert me to your religion?
- Just tell me, be honest. - No, it's not fair.
See? You're hooked.
- No, Van, it's an expertise thing, okay? - Okay.
- All right? I like to have mastery. Right? - Mastery.
I would do it again, like, to get better.
Ha, ha, hooked.
[PHONE RINGS]
- Yeah. - Hey, Van.
The dope is moving. All of it.
[OVER PHONE] The dye marker in the weed is emitting a signal.
Maybe Trey sold it all to one buyer.
Okay, I'm gonna follow the stuff. Meet Trey, find out who the buyer is.
- We'll come back you up. - You guys need to show up at the house.
You're gonna jeopardize your cover.
All right. Dope's moving. Something's not right.
I love my job.
[ENGINE REVS]
Ouch. That's gotta hurt.
[VAN SIGHS]
Call Billie.
[PHONE RINGS]
- Yeah. DEAQ [OVER PHONE]: Billie.
Trey McNeil is dead, and the Circle gang looks like they've been jacked.
They got the money and the drugs.
All right, find Shane and pull him out, this is over. I want you out of that house now.
I'm gonna call for backup.
- Yeah. - Let's check the house.
Drop your guns.
Whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, hold up, Zoe. - Easy, Zoe.
Zoe, look, we putting the gun down, all right? Look, okay?
All right?
What the hell are you doing here?
We came here to meet Trey. What happened?
- You killed Trey, that's what happened. - Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What makes you think we killed Trey?
You killed Trey and you tried to kill Shane.
- Come on, now, who told you that? - Shane.
- The little dweeb played us. - Shut up!
Zoe, okay, think about it.
We're here. Where's Shane?
He went to the hospital because of his bullet wound.
I was gonna take him, but he said he could drive himself.
Okay, Zoe, he didn't want the girl he's in love with...
...to take him to the hospital? He wanted to drive himself?
Come on, think about it.
Why would we come back if we killed Trey?
Come on, now.
Shane?
He killed Trey?
- That's right. - We're gonna go find him.
Unless you're gonna shoot us today. Zoe, come on.
I'm not gonna shoot anybody, I just can't believe this.
Believe it quick and put the gun down...
[ZOE SOBBING]
...so we can get the hell out of here and find him, okay?
Look, you might wanna grab a change of clothes and your surfboard...
...and get the hell out of here...
...because there's gonna be a lot of heat on this place soon, all right?
Keep heading south. That's where the dope is.
The next time I tell you I hate the beach, would you listen to me?
The next time I say I don't trust a snitch, will you please listen to me?
[PHONE RINGS]
- Hello? - Shane, what are you doing?
Going back to the house.
I'm right behind you, Shane.
- So you are. BILLIE: Pull over and we'll talk about it.
I don't think so, Billie.
- What, you'd rather get shot? - Yeah, I guess I would.
Know what, this is your last chance, Shane.
I'm gonna take it. I'm tired of people like you trying to stop me.
People like me, what's that supposed to mean?
People who made me go out and fetch for them while they got to live their lives.
Well, you know what? I'm tired of fetching, Billie, so short answer, I'm not pulling over.
Okay, I see that you're having a little psychotic-victim moment...
...but you know what, Shane? I don't have time, I'm on the clock.
And I've got 20 highway patrol who are gonna show up any minute.
- Well, then come and get me, bitch. - Okay, that's it.
Pull over, Shane.
Now!
[PHONE RINGING]
[BILLIE GRUNTING]
Oh, God.
- Hello. - Billie, it was Shane. Shane killed Trey.
Yeah, I kind of figured that when he was trying to kill me.
BILLIE: He ran me off the road. - You all right?
Yeah, no, I've been better. I think I dislocated my shoulder...
... and I might've broken some ribs.
But I'm really bummed about my Mustang.
Look, I think he's heading to Mexico. He has a house in Ensenada.
- You gonna call Border Patrol? - No, no, I think we can handle this one.
Yeah, I was hoping you were gonna say that.
Okay, this is what you're gonna do.
Screw jurisdiction, screw protocol, screw everything.
I want you to nail that skel to the wall.
- You're turning me on. - Yeah, it's what I do.
I want you to find him and bring him back.
I can't believe how easy it is to drive guns across the border.
You ready? Because I want this guy.
SHANE: Hey, guys.
Thought you'd be stopping by.
Welcome to my crib.
You remember Ana, Leticia.
- Yeah, how could I forget? - Looking pretty casual there, buddy.
That's because you can't arrest me. I'm out of your jurisdiction.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
I bet you wish we cared.
Oh, so, what, you're planning some international inappropriate kidnapping thing?
Yeah, something like that.
I want you to know, I really like you guys.
You're straight shooters. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.
Anything bad to happen to us?
- You're high, right, Shane? - Absolutely.
You know what, you mess with your people, that's one thing.
But you crossed a really unfortunate line this time.
- This time you messed with my family. - Who, Billie?
She was in my way.
Did I miss something?
When did you become such a bad boy, Shane?
You kidding me, Van? You put me here.
You made me.
Don't you remember? You showed me my full potential.
You know, starting over.
You really don't wanna do that.
- I really wanna do it. Do you? - Yeah, I really, really wanna do it.
Go inside, girls.
- Why don't you just get in the car with us? - So we're not forced to kill your ass.
- Yeah, there's that. - Don't you realize that in Mexico I'm God?
You can't put God in jail, you can't kill God.
But Trey? Ha. I loved whacking him.
And Billie? Whatever.
Dude, you're alone and unarmed, okay?
So why don't you tone down the cocky thing?
[WHISTLES]
[GUNS COCKING]
Okay, I get the cocky thing.
You know what I just realized?
This is a Mexican standoff in Mexico.
Guess what.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[DEAQ WHISTLES]
[OFFICERS SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
VAN: You were right, Shane.
It's fun to play God.
All we had to do was give them $ 100 and promise them whatever's in your house.
- I like Mexico. We should get a time-share. - Yeah.
Listen, guys, I was just playing around.
We're cool, right? Is this the bad-boy Shane talking...
...or the sniveling-snitch Shane talking?
I've got 0 grand in there.
You split it up, that's 2 grand apiece, and you walk away. No one knows.
I was hoping we could put Shane on the right track.
I can go really far south, like South America or Honduras.
VAN: I really wanted to be wrong. - It's okay. You've been wrong plenty.
- Rarely, rarely. - Maybe south is bad. I'll go up to Canada.
Shane, can't you see my man and me are having a little family meeting?
Yeah, but I just wanna ask...
[SHANE GRUNTS]
DEAQ: I need some help here.
A long ride, hot day, hope he doesn't die in here.
- Why's that? - I'd like to see him embrace a new family.
Oh, so, you're talking about a guy who wanted to claw his way out...
...from being the punk is gonna spend the rest of his life in prison...
...as the lowest form of jailhouse bitch.
See, that's poetic. I couldn't have said that better myself.
Well, then, let's go on to a new subject, player.
Okay. Wanna go surfing tomorrow?
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