Play Dirty

This guy, he's a real problem.

Yeah, okay.

I mean, granted, the kid's a hothead.

He's putting stupid all over everything.

Yeah, I get it, but you can't kill him.

I'm pretty sure I can.

I'm not saying you can't kill him.

I'm saying you can't kill him. He's Ed Mackey's wife's cousin.

- Brenda? - Yeah, yeah.

He's Brenda's cousin.

Fine.

We'll try talking to him first.

Aren't we on a clock?

Do we really have time for whatever the fuck this is?

Why the fuck is he here exactly?

Him?

- He's here because we think... - "We think"?

"We"? Is "we" you and this clown?

Motherfucker shows up out of nowhere,

and suddenly we're talking to him about what he thinks?

Last I checked, this is your score, Philly.

Hey, kid, come here.

Fuck.

No, no. Just look.

Do yourself a favor, huh?

Shut the fuck up.

Yeah?

Okay?

Listen.

I don't know you, asshole.

What's more, you don't know me.

I'm not one to... to fuck with.

Just ask around. My real name's Knox.

That's nice.

My real name is Parker.

Okay, you're...

You're Parker?

Well, listen, man, I'm not trying to make trouble.

I'm just doing my part.

Your part?

What, like threatening to shoot the supervisor out there?

Yeah, well, he was mouthing off.

Yeah, but we can't shoot him.

You know we can't shoot him.

And now, since he called your idiotic bluff, he knows it, too.

Well, how do you know that was a bluff, man?

Jesus Christ.

Oh, so your plan was to shoot the one guy that we absolutely, positively need

to finish this job?

'Cause that would make you a psycho.

So which is it?

Are you an idiot or are you a psycho?

I won't shoot... I won't shoot anyone.

I don't actually need a gun. I think you should take it.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no. - No, seriously, you take it, please.

We don't need you useless. We need you smart.

Well, I can be smart.

No, you can't. But you can pretend.

So, before you make any move at all,

just imagine what a smart person might do,

and then you do that instead, okay?

Yeah, absolutely. I got it.

And keep your fucking gun holstered. You got it?

Yeah, okay.

- You got it? - Yeah, I got it.

- Okay, great. - Got it.

Good. That's settled.

Yeah.

- Here we go. - All right.

You're fine.

Almost there.

- Mr. Supervisor. - Have a seat.

Which one is she?

What?

You're not this stupid, and this ain't your money.

If there's a robbery, you're trained to just hand it over.

Which means you're trying to impress someone.

My guess is it's a girl.

No. No, please. Look.

I want to marry her.

You know, I can't just cave, not in front of everybody.

We're through the first lock.

All right, fine. Go thump him.

What?

The kid.

Deck him. He won't hit you back.

- And then you open the vault for me. - Really?

You open it clean,

no distress code, no delayed alarms, and we're friends.

You know we need you alive.

The thing is, these other people, we don't need them at all.

Come on.

What the fuck, man?

Ryan, you asshole!

What the fuck are you doing? You're gonna get us all killed!

Yeah, you'll make a lovely couple.

Joe, why can't we just park out front like normal people?

What, pay 15 bucks like normal people?

Daddy works here. Daddy gets perks.

Hey. No, those cars aren't supposed to be here.

Seriously?

So what?

You gonna track them down and charge them 15 bucks?

- Come on, come on. - Let's beat it, Parker.

Jesus Christ.

Whoa.

Jesus.

Shit.

Someone's robbing the place.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No ones, no fives. Big bills only.

- We got to call 911. - What?

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, we're not calling anyone.

What are you talking about?

Don't you see?

This is perfect.

I'm gonna rob the robbers.

No.

I told you. I never even had to pull my gun.

Gun!

Fuck! Cops!

What the fuck was that?!

- Stay down. - Shit!

Joe, what the fuck are you doing?

Get Phil and the money to the car.

Get down, get down, get down!

You fucking lunatic!

Whoa!

Move, move!

- Get out of the way! - Remain calm and stay seated...

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

Hey!

Christ.

Give me my fucking...

...money.

The fuck?

This is yours.

Hide it or the cops will take it.

How bad is it, Philly?

Fucking collarbone.

Watch it, Zen! Fuck!

- All right, there's a turnoff up here. - Let her drive. She's doing fine.

I had to pick this fucking job.

Ponderous, man.

It's fucking ponderous.

We'll do the easy one next year. Come on.

Oh, shit.

Think I'm gonna puke. Wait.

Now, come on.

Sit me down.

You know you guys are Internet famous?

There's this whole, like, horse Twitter.

Tape.

They want y'all dead.

- Do it tight. - Your eyes on me, all right?

- Okay. - It's not gonna feel good.

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay! Just get it done.

Doesn't look so bad.

I got a doctor we can trust.

Can Philly, you know, last a couple hours?

What, do I look fucking unconscious to you?

Ask me.

"Hey, Philly, you gonna hang on for a couple hours?"

"Yes, I can. Go fuck yourself."

I'll live.

- I keep seeing that kid's face. - Knox?

- Yeah, that was rough. - Yeah.

I mean, that could've been any one of us.

Hey, asshole, it was one of us.

It was me. Huh?

Hit me.

What I want to know is:

Where the fuck did that asshole come from out of nowhere?

Guns blazing. Who was that guy?

Some amateur.

Bathroom?

Over there. No door on it.

Sorry.

What did you say to the woman in the car?

When you leaned back in. You said something.

I gave her ten grand.

That was nice.

I guess that makes up for shooting her boyfriend in the head?

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Yeah.

She kept the money.

So maybe when the cops come around asking questions, everything's a blur.

Trust me, it's a good thing.

Sure. Long as it comes out of your share.

Everybody's an asshole today.

Except for you.

- Thanks, old man. - Oh, yeah, fuck.

I'm muscle, not a numbers guy. This is...

I can see the smoke coming out your ears. Give me it.

This is like a third grader.

Did you understand any of this?

What the fuck is this shit?

Look, it was a good score.

What do we got? I'd say a little over 60K apiece.