Payback

Porter: G.S.W...

that's what the hospitals call it--

Gunshot wound.

The doctor has to report it to the police.

That makes it hard for guys in my line...

to get what I'd call "quality health care."

Porter: Not many men know what their life's worth.

I do...70 grand.

That's what they took from me...

and that's what I was gonna get back.

Porter: They say time heals all wounds...

and you'd think after 5 months of lying on my back...

I would have given up any idea of getting even.

Just be a nice guy, call it a day.

Nice guys are fine.

Man: Rude motherfucker.

You gotta have someone to take advantage of.

But they always finish last.

Man: Help a cripple. Help a homeless.

Help a Vietnam vet walk again.

Help a cripple. Thank you, sir.

Help a Vietnam vet walk again.

Help a cripple. Thank you, sir.

What the fuck you doing? Get the fuck--Ack!

Shut up. I cured you.

Cocksucker!

What do I owe you?

Oh, 2.98.

Son of a--Hey! Hey, my cigarettes!

Oh! Sorry, sorry. Pardon me.

Thank you.

100...200...

300.

Have a nice day, Mr. Johnson.

Excellent fit, sir.

And how will you be paying?

- - Mister?

Huh?

I'll give you 900 for this.

Let me see that Magnum.

That's it.

500 and the gun.

Um, I'll need to see some I.D.

Of course.

I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. This card's been canceled.

Impossible.

Well, I tried it twice.

Do you have another form of payment?

Try it again.

Ohh.

Porter: Old habits die hard, I guess.

If you don't kick 'em, they kick you.

Ain't marriage grand?

Porter.

You're not dead.

What are you gonna do, kill me?

[Music Box Plays Anniversary Song]

Not now.

Yeah.

You're cleaning up.

Mm-mmm.

No.

Ohh.

Lynn: Val still wants to talk to you.

Sorry, babe.

Shall I tell him to call back again?

Nah, I'll talk to him.

Shut him up anyway.

Mmm.

Val.

Yep, same as always. You?

Yeah, good, good.

Um, why? Are you there now?

Well, don't sweat it, Val. We all look alike to them.

Val: Same crew. Chow's.

Twice a week, Tuesday and Friday.

Always between 11:00 and 12:00...

Always between 11:00 and 12:00...

always the same route.

Chinese money laundering.

Porter: Hmm.

How much money in the case?

Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.

And how much do you need, Val?

Ah, we split it 50-50.

No, I mean how much do you need to buy your way back?

Into the syndicate. How much?

You mean the outfit?

Whatever.

Jesus, you know everything.

Hi, sweetie.

130 grand.

The beauty of the Chows is they won't go to the cops.

They keep everything in-house...

and they don't feel pain the way we do.

You notice anything about those guys, Val?

They looked nasty.

Probably all kung fu motherfuckers.

Why? Did I miss something?

They weren't wearing their seat belts.

We'll hit 'em on Friday.

Hubba hubba hubba.

Looky here.

Val: How's that vinyl taste?

Daddy brought home the bacon, baby.

- - Val!

What?!

The problem with kicking the Chows' asses...

an hour later you want to do it again.

Huh?

Huh?

140 grand.

140 apiece.

Total.

Total?

That's what? That's 70 grand?

That's not enough.

It is for me. I'm taking the next few months off.

Here's the bag, baby.

Yeah, well, I'm up short.

60 short. Fucking slants!

Should've hit 'em Tuesday. Fuck!

We got away clean...

and got something to show for it.

Always be grateful for what you get.

Rule number one, Val.

Yeah.

Yeah. Rule number one.

What?

Everything's cool.

It's just not enough, all right?

It never is, Val.

Hey, baby, just put the money...

in the car, will you?

I can't fucking believe it. We should--

You know what? You know what, Porter?

This is funny.

This'll kill you.

It's always 140.

Someone oughta give me a PhD.

You--

Shit!

Jesus, Lynn, wait till I'm out of the fucking way!

OK, everything's cool, baby.

Oh! Oh!

Ha! You were great. You were great.

Everything's cool. Gimme the gun--OK.

OK, keep the gun.

That's it. Everything's cool.

Just like we planned. Come on.

Don't fall apart on me now.

There we go.

Ohh.

Oh, I bet you got a lot of questions...

rattling around in your head.

Lynn did not understand.

I don't know, pally.

I guess wives get funny...

when it comes to girlfriends, huh?

What?

I didn't get that.

You got it.

Come on, Ms. Porter, I don't have all day!

Is, uh...

is Ms. Porter here?

Mrs. Porter.

Yeah, whatever.

Ooh!

Aah!

You motherfucker!

Get up, turn around.

Get up. Come on.

What have we got here, huh?

How much in here, huh?

2 grand. What's in here?

Helium. What the fuck you think it is?

It's heroin. Unh!