Montana

What the hell, Nick?

There he is on the sidewalk.

No, he's not. He's in the trunk.

No, on the sidewalk.

I'm sure this time.

Thank you.

Well, well. Country Mouse and City Mouse make good.

Why, I'm impressed.

I'm so glad.

There's a fine line between luck and skill.

In fact, there's no line at all.

Boss wants to see you.

So.

How did you find the son of a bitch?

Grace of God. Nick spotted him.

- Alone? - No bags, no protection.

- Spend any time with him? - No.

Good. Well, we'll just let him sweat it out.

We should do him somewhere else.

- Why? - Duncan.

- Claire? - What does he do for us anyway?

You just don't trust him because he doesn't carry.

What happened to, "Do it yourself and it gets done right"?

The business has changed, you know?

Duncan saves us taxes. Keeps us clean.

He's introduced us to a world of money.

A lot that matters if people walk away with it.

It's not about money.

It's about perception of strength.

Claire, did you think of that all by yourself?

The bagman was your responsibility.

The loss of that money is your fault. You're fucking useless.

Now that we've thanked our foot soldier...

...for the invaluable work contributed today, please dismiss yourself.

Fuck you.

The Boss and I have some important financial matters to discuss.

Numbers? You know, things you wouldn't understand.

Hey! Hey, friends, friends, come on. We'll get it out of Koo.

Don't shush me.

Fuller.

We tossed Koo's house. Wife's gone. I checked the airlines.

Simms, check her credit. Boulez, get on everyone who moves paper.

Let them deny things and then drop that we've got Koo.

We're gonna break him. If they know anything, they'll spill.

When's The Boss gonna squeeze Koo?

When he's ready.

- All right, boys. I'm in. - Fresh blood.

I could use a challenge.

Take any more money from this boy, hey...

...l'm gonna own him outright.

- What you looking at? - What the fuck?

Stupid little girl's gonna get your balls in a vice.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

Thoreau?

- Amazing. - I'm surprised you talk to me.

The Boss doesn't see in me the threat he sees in others.

Why? You don't like girls?

My medications have taken their toll.

If I could do whatever I wanted...

...I wouldn't sit around here playing poker all day.

They're just tools for The Boss.

They have no idea how badly they're being used.

Everyone is a tool for someone.

The thing to consider is what exactly one should be used for.

It's convenient Claire brought the bagman without the bag.

No, Claire's solid. I trust her. This is the only life she knows.

- That's obvious enough. - Don't piss her off. It's not smart.

All right, look. Until we get a handle on this problem...

...l'm thinking we should shift some of our capital abroad.

Will it cost us?

We'll be in profit in 30 days, trust me.

- I trust results. - Precisely.

Do it.

Wait! There ain't two of these in a deck of cards!

- Fucking piece of shit! - You been robbing me all night.

What the fuck is going on?

Somebody was cheating, Boss.

Of course somebody was cheating. You're a bunch of fucking criminals!

That is precisely why this always happens!

If I see money on that table again, I'll have Nick shoot you all.

Kitty, stay away from the boys.

That's it, forget it.

It's nice to see you, Kitty.

We haven't spoken for a while. How was your day?

"It was fine, Duncan.

I mean, it was just like yesterday and the day before that.

So slowly I work up the courage to run away.

But I never get quite enough courage to run really far away.

And then someone is sent and I'm brought back...

...and I'm noticed by The Boss.

But it's only to punish me for running away.

Because how does that reflect on him?

And then I'm back to sitting in my niche, you know.

Bettering myself with books that no one I know...

...can possibly appreciate.

I find myself hating them...

...more...

...and more...

...until I think...

...well, maybe it's time to run away again."

Well, that sounds like a bad day, Kitty.

- Pair of kings. - Aces and eights.

- Two pair. - Three nines.

Pair a threes.

Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Now this is gambling.

Hey!

Hey!

- My dad in? - Yeah. He's in.

Hey, guys. Hey, check this out.

Look what I got. It's a Glock 19, polymer frame, man...

...chamber for 9 millimeter parabellums.

Holds a 15 round magazine, tritium night sights, silencer.

This thing's so light, man. Feel how light that is.

- Yeah, kid, it's just great, kid. - Don't call me a kid, all right?

Do they make them for men?

Who said that?

Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck!

Kitty, get upstairs and wait for me.

Bagman time!

Do you have anything you'd like to share with us?

You fucked up big time.

Now, the good Dr. Wexler says that you made your pickup...

...and then somehow you got lost between there and here.

Now, I want the money and I want whoever put you up to it.

I don't think you fully appreciate your position.

If you did, you would be spilling your guts...

...and praying that I kill you quick...

...before I crush your balls like grapes.

Oh, God. Please don't. It wasn't supposed to go this way!

You're wrong, Koo. I think it was supposed to go this way.

Somebody sent you out in public knowing you'd get picked up.

You've been set up. Now, I know you're scared...

...but listen carefully. Your situation has changed.

You've been sold down the river.

Now, you have to think.

You are gonna be tortured more heinously...

...than you can conceive of by the man behind this desk.

There's only one way to avoid that.

There's only one way out.

What are you gonna do?

I had him! You did that on purpose.

What the hell was that? You stupid sons of bitches!

I should fuck you all! How did this happen?

- He's dead. - Of course he is.

- Who didn't fucking search him? - He was fucking clean!

- Obviously fucking not. - Well, who was near the fuck?

I want you to find that money. Duncan, whatever it takes!

You, you, get the fuck out of here. Stupid sons of bitches!

He did not have that gun on him when we brought him in.

What about Duncan?

- Duncan wasn't near him. - Who was?

Jimmy.

- So, what are we gonna do now? - Simms, cool it.

Give up the money so the pressure's off.

When he relaxes we'll get a better opportunity.

- What about Kitty? - I didn't give her the gun.

- I'll do it. - I'll do it.

Shit.

No one's ever smelled opportunity on The Boss before.

You've been here...?

Twelve years.

It's a big world. You should see more of it.

I can't just leave. Everybody is vulnerable occasionally.

You don't cut out on friends. It's more than just work.

Everything I have is because of The Boss.

And if it wasn't for him, you'd be what?

- A Kitty? Married, dead, happy? - I don't see you leaving.

Well, you've ruined me.

So...

Have you been back to the hospital?

Nope.

How long?

Not long.

You guys seen Kitty?

Shit!

Koo moved the money.

The money isn't the biggest problem right now.

Kitty ran away.

Jesus Christ, Duncan, she's gonna talk.

He'll probably send lves after her.

The new guy always gets the shit end of the stick.

Get with him in case he finds her.

Start looking for her now. Make it an overdose.

It's not my fault if you didn't think to use the same hole twice!

Shit!

You know, when I was young, I had this boss, Lazarre.

He used to talk a lot about getting taken out.

And he always used to say, "You gotta see it coming.

You gotta look for it where you think it ain't.

You gotta look hard. You gotta be fast...

...because even seeing it coming, don't mean you can stop it."

So you killed him?

Damn right.

Know anything about last night?

I love you, Dad.

Well, I love you too, Jimmy.

- Did you do it? Did you? - No, I...

Well, that's good. That's good, Jimmy.