Jett

- Ah. Thank you, Matilda. - My pleasure.

Hey, look out!

Jacinto Salas, he's gonna kill you.

Either way, you won't be around to hear about it.

What happened?

That little shit Salas just took a swing at me.

We're gonna hit him back.

Put me out of my misery.

You're gonna pay Neil...

and get him the fuck away from you.

I'm free.

I don't want you workin'.

What's that supposed to mean?

When you're with me, you don't need to work.

You're stalkin' her.

Just wanna make sure she's okay.

She's gonna recognize your voice.

She's gonna recognize your face.

You're gonna get busted.

Bennie, Carl.

- Jett, he'll be just a minute. - Have a seat.

You know, I can come back some other time.

- I mean, if he's busy. - You're funny.

- Can I take your coat? - Who's funny now?

He'll be just a minute.

I heard. Who's Blondie outside?

- He bother you, honey? - I hate to say it,

but he doesn't seem to know what he's doing.

Yeah, he's a real "pro."

Yeah, he's not on the same page we are.

He's a page ahead of us.

I saw it in a dream recently. Ah.

And I knew, right away, that I would be there again.

Uh, Viktor, meet my dear friend, Jett.

Pleasure to meet you, Jett.

Sorry if I kept your friend.

No apology necessary. I'm sorry to interrupt.

Do you like coin tricks, Jett?

Never really thought much about them.

A disappearing coin trick

is basically a trick that says now you see it,

now you don't.

You are the same thing, but in reverse.

Now that you are here,

you cannot be unseen.

You've used that before.

Take care, Jett.

Hot damn, Jett.

You make me want to start smoking again.

So, smoke.

I won't tell.

Where the fuck have you been? Huh?

- What the fuck? Get your hands off me! - Fucking cow!

Aah, stop hitting me you little prick!

Ow, ow, ow! My arm is broken!

Did you do this?

You did this, didn't you?

Well, you walked out on me! What did you expect?

Not for you to fuck my place up! Why would I expect that?

Those guys messed me up.

The rich kid teenagers messed you up?

The one fuckhead's uncle is some Argentinian gangster!

He sent some gorilla, he almost broke my fingers!

Why'd he stop?

Look, I'm done.

I'm out.

And I never want to see your dickwad face ever again.

Where did you steal this?

- Are you listening to me? - Are these bills marked?

You're mentally ill, Neal!

We're square, now leave!

Those guys are gonna want interest on the initial loan.

I added a thousand on top for that.

Why-why we've gotten into this adversary relationship here,

I-I... don't know.

Look, it's like I said.

You get your sorry ass out of my sight, okay? Forever.

We're blood.

I-I'm the only one who's ever had your back.

- How? - Seriously?

Do you have the slightest idea

how stupid you sound right now?

You think I enjoy my sister splayed out on a mattress,

some douchebag cumming on your tits?

Divided by the number of fucks I give about what you think,

it comes down to triple zero.

It killed me.

But you came to me, remember?

It doesn't matter...

You came to me, and I helped you fix your problem for you.

So now, if some kind of wild hairs springing up your ass

- are making you go all amnesia... - Either way, Neal, I'm out!

Besides, don't-don't pretend with me.

You like it.

I'm not saying it's your true calling,

but a part of you likes making money this way.

I don't really need all this perspective, okay?

- Just fucking leave. - I don't blame you.

You're naturally good at it. You always were.

You remember, uh,

Esperanza Beach?

You bitch!

You broke my nose!

Do you know what I appreciate about you the most?

Trick question.

You're not a herd animal.

So many women I know, even the smart ones,

they like being in packs,

doing the same thing, the same way,

and then checking in with each other to discuss every detail.

You aren't built that way.

You know why that is?

I don't know.

You think, uh, it was your upbringing or what?

- Never really thought about it. - Hmm.

What were you like as a kid?

Maybe we should listen to this one more time.

In a nutshell, don't ask me any personal questions.

No, in a nutshell,

I'm just getting warmed up.

You gonna tell me how you really got hurt?

Or you gonna keep pretending you had a mole removed?

If I did, you'd never believe it.

Try me.

You ever go through periods where you sleepwalk?

No.

Well, this isn't exactly something

I go around admitting, but...

when I was little, I guess I just, uh,

I don't know, I guess I'd just

leave my bedroom and go looking for the bathroom,

and end up outside in the yard,

like, staring at a tree.

That's where my grandma would find me.

- Mm-hmm. - So now,

when there's a lot going on in my life or, I don't know, maybe not a lot going on,

I revert to sleepwalking.

You find yourself in the backyard,

looking for the bathroom.

Bare-assed.

Now, you're just trying to distract me.

No.

I smashed into a tree in the middle of the night

and impaled my arm on a branch.

It hurt like a son of a bitch.

I don't know why I'm laughing. It wasn't funny.

I don't want you thinking that if we fall asleep,

I'm gonna go strolling down the hotel hallway

in my birthday suit.

It might bring some undue attention to you hiding out here.

You have a bunch of fun being a girl, don't you?

Well, I can make my own decisions,

if that's what you mean.

You mind, uh, if we do it with the lights off this time?

You tired of looking at me already?

Oh, no.

I want to fantasize I'm with you,

and then turn the lights on and have it come true.

Well, aren't you a poet?

Jesus Christ.

I'm surprised the old ticker can even take anymore.

Everything's a medicine, everything's a poison.

What is that, Indian wisdom?

- I don't know. I read it once. - Oh.

Like...

anything you have... sugar,

drugs, sex,

it can either all be a medicine or a poison.

Yep, everything in moderation, including moderation.

Boom.

You never saw that one coming.

This is us, brother.

No sirree.

We're not the pawns?

- Back when I started, maybe. - Oh.

Now, you're this guy.

You still stalking that chick?

- Not stalking anyone. - Pardon me.

You still hanging out outside her apartment all night,

watching her windows?

Check.

How you figure?

Oh, that's not fair. That's not fair.

You say Arabs invented this shit?

Out in the desert.

They had all the time in the world.

See, that's what I don't get.

They got all the time in the world to figure out