Among Thieves

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Somebody watch him? Jesus!

The fuck are you looking at?

I got the fives, you get the rest.

Yeah, I got .

I got him, I got him!

The fuck is goin' on over there?

Come on. Wake up!

Arthur!

Arthur, we need you here, man!

Fuck, wake up, brother!

Arthur! Arthur, we need you here now!

- Is he breathing? - I dunno.

What am I supposed to do?

Shit, there's fucking blood everywhere.

We got to do something, or he's gonna get goddamn blood...

- Lay him down! - Fuckin' shit!

Help me, move! We got to get him out of here.

Put his head down. Kick his legs up.

Well, you got to help me, help me!

- Lean down, hand him down. - Oh shit, man.

- Just lift his legs up a little bit. - I'm tryin'!

- Lift his legs, man. Come on! - Blood everywhere, I can't find it.

He's not gonna make it. He's out cold now.

- There was a clinic back by the hotel. - Oh, no, we're not going.

- It's not worth it, we'll get caught. - He needs our help right now.

- He won't make it. - Think about this.

- We can not let him die. - Give us away and exposes us.

No, you guys, they had a cushion. The exchange can wait.

- Arthur, it's not open. - It's open, it's a straight shot.

- It's fucking behind us! - It's not that far.

- We're not going to make the window. - We're fucking ourselves.

We understand, we'll take the highway.

- That bullet could've ripped into any of you! - But it didn't!

- But what if it did, huh? - Yeah, I didn't fuck up and waste my bullet!

- Our part of the team... - He is part of the team. That is all that matters!

- Over me man, we're not going anywhere. - He's with Cortez.

I would not let any of you bleed out.

- We're not letting him. - He'd let us die.

Gil's right, we barely know him.

He'll get help once we're free.

No, he risked his life just like you guys.

- I agree, but there's the job. - If we're late we're all fucked.

- We need to keep moving. - We're not showing up to Cortez with his guy dead.

Well with what you said about Cortez, not arriving is much worse.

Oh, so you're gonna stand by and watch him fucking die?

We're not standing by if we lose him.

- It's his own damn fault. - He didn't stay in the hallway.

If it was on me I'd feel a little bit more compelled

- to keep him on, shit. -

Fuck, brother, what the hell?

Come on, stay with us, man.

Stay with us, brother, come on.

Come on, breathe, breathe!

Come on, come on.

- Well, that simplifies things. - Jimmy.

- Have some respect. - What do you want me to do, huh?

- Nothing, I want you to shut the fuck up. - Well sit around...

- Shit! - Fuck...

Come on, Arthur it's over!

It's over!

There was nothing we could've done anyway.

- We couldn't save him. - We should just put all this behind us

and get out of here!

We need to fucking move.

I'm fucking aware!

Let's fucking go.

Well, let's fucking move.

Tell me one of you besides Rafael can drive this thing?

- Then pull out the ramps. - I'm not getting back in that car.

Arthur, you have all the keys,

what are we doing?

No one can drive a truck.

I can't even drive stick.

Well, we should at least try something.

We can't just keep sitting out here.

Who feels confident driving?

Fuck no.

I don't.

Well I've got the RV.

No, you live in a trailer park.

Okay then you fucking do it.

Uh-uh.

You're up Bruce.

- Shall we make this thing move? - I dunno, man,

haven't driven stick in years.

Fuck all the decals are worn off.

Doesn't show the gears.

You got this.

- Let's see. -

- - Fuck, man.

Come on.

Give it some gas, let's go.

- I put it in the wrong gear. - Well, get in the right gear.

Fucking clutch, it's burned to shit.

- Is this burned out, or something? - What the fuck?

Fuck this.

Hey Bruce, we should stop.

You're taking up the whole road.

Bruce, watch out!

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Well, we can't just sit here, at least pull us off the road.

- Gil! - Okay, okay...

What the fuck?

- Get back here. - What's going on?

Leave the fucking money!

Gil, where the fuck you goin'?

- Get back here! - Get the fuck back here!

- Bring the fucking money back, Gil! - Get the fuck back here.

What the fuck you going to do with fake bills, huh?

Get back inside.

I can't risk you getting picked up.

I'll fucking shoot.

Then fucking shoot.

I'm not fucking around.

Drop the money.

Gil!

Gil!

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The fuck you thinking?

Get up!

Let's go.

There's no need to leave the truck. It's been sitting here all week.

- It's scenery at this point. - Then what should we do? We can't just sit here.

What the fuck, give it back.

- Fuck you. - Fuck you, give it back!

Don't fucking test me.

Look, I'm not gonna be the only one here without a gun.

Now fucking give it back.

- Everyone hand in your guns, now! - What? No way!

- I'm not giving him my gun. That's fucked up. - Turn them in.

I'm not having another gun pointed at me.

I didn't fucking do anything.

Everyone, turn 'em in.

They won't be that far away. They'll be in the trunk, let's go.

Now what? How are we supposed to make it to the bus stop?

Why do cops keep traveling this road anyway?

They were obviously doing something out this way.

We can't be out in the open like this.

This is the problem.

Everyone in the trailer.

So now what are we gonna do? What's the fucking plan?

- I say we go straight to the harbor. - And fuck Cortez?

No that's not an option, we're not quitting.

We're gonna miss the window at this rate.

No, it's his truck, it's his money.

We've got time. We're gonna do the exchange.

We're gonna take the clean bills and we're gonna...

Either way, we need to start moving now.

Cortez is back on that bus...

- Call him and tell him to fucking wait. - We need a payphone.

- No, you can't reach him by phone. - We can't wait.

Well if he leaves he's not getting his plates.

Finding him isn't gonna do shit

unless we start moving now!

No, waiting makes him vulnerable.

He's not gonna do it. The time between buses

- is all we get. - Then what do you propose?

- We need a new car. - They know how we escaped,

now you want to jump back into something that matches our description?

- We're not gonna fucking walk! - I think Bruce should keep driving.

You try driving! Fuck this rig. - We're not gonna make it

- at five miles an hour. - There's a junkyard not too far back.

That's not gonna work.

He's right, what if nothing starts?

There's a bar, a mile or two inland.

Basically it sits by itself.

That works.

So who's going?

Gil, you like to run.

I'm not leaving without my paycheck.

- Just fucking go. - Someone else is going.

We'll, I'm covered in blood.

Fuck, I'll do.

I'll run.

All right, fine.

That's a plan.

I'll draw you a map.

There's a pen up front.

If it's not this one it's the next one.

- You'll see it. - Got it.

Does this make sense?

I'm ready, fuck.

Well, try to blend in, don't stand out.

We're the only white people here.

Steal something nondescript, something simple.