British Airways flight 297 from London now arriving at gate 12.
Hi.
Rooms are at 39 bucks day rate, 29 bucks overnight.
-Well, it's cheaper to stay overnight. -Damn right!
Days are for sex. Sex costs money.
-Want a room or not? -Yes for a week, please.
That will be 203 bucks in advance.
It will be unit 13.
Check-out at noon Thursday night.
No, I'm fine. Thank you.
What's up, man! Come here!
Open Gate 6!
-Are you alright? -Yeah.
Glad you could make it, bro.
What the fuck did you go to Chicago, anyway? Are there not trade back home?
Their expensive lake views and corn fed American pussies, why ask?
Jesus. Are you on the streets long enough again?
Okay I'm here, Reese. You said you make it worth my while.
Listen.
Somebody is a dog track. And they think it was me.
-But you are innocent. -Of course I am.
The bad guys wore masks.
Plus, one of them got accidentally killed by the cops.
The car is getting north bound in Lower Wacker and Van Buren.
I see it.
-Goddamnit! -Shut fuck up.
What the fuck happened, Reese?
Fucking crooked cops getting on duty! That's what fucking happened.
Bastards!
Get out!
Get out!
Get the fuck out!
He's got a gun! He's got a gun!
Drop the gun!
You in the truck, let me see your hands!
Put them up! Let me see your hands!
Get in the car.
No witnesses, no money, no conviction, right?
How much did they get?
-These bad guys? -At least half a million.
Maybe more.
Okay, I'm interested.
Where?
I had to toss it.
-Where? -Dan Ryan expressway.
Asshole!
Reese, what the fuck are you doing? Our money!
Shut the fuck up, will you?
Do you think it's still there?
-It's not there. -Then where is it?
Well, it landed on this guy's car, you know. A white-do.
-Okay, what kind of car? -An old car.
Old station wagon. Wood on the sides, you know?
Yeah, wood on the sides.
Shit! Fucking piss!
Son of a bitch!
Why me?
Ten zillion fucking cars in goddamn Chicago and this motherfucker ass...
Jesus Christ.
You want to shower first?
No, you go ahead.
Okay.
Don't be down, Sam. It will all work out.
You want me to pick you up at work?
No, I'll meet with you. The walk will do me good.
-See you later, then? -Yeah.
Damn!
What the hell are you doing, man?
Jesus Christ, Reese! Are you fucking crazy?
Fucking keep it down!
In Chicago, Reese.
The car capital of the northern USA and you expect me to find one fucking car.
-Forget it, your boy got lucky. -Listen to me.
This barney came into his lock only two days ago.
The trail is still hot to the street or snatch.
He'll use cash and that's what set him apart from the other worker and folks.
First thing he'll do is buy a new car , cash...
and that's how you get him.
Now split is 50-50. Are you in or out?
I'm here, aren't I?
I'll give my best shot.
-You're the sales manager? -Yeah, that's me.
Can you help me?
I'm sure as hell try.
If somebody comes in here and buys a car for cash...
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