Payback: Straight Up

Oh, I bet you got a lot of questions rattling around in your head.

- How much money in the case? - Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.

- And how much do you need, Val? - We split it 50-50.

- How much? - 130 grand.

- We'll hit them on Friday. - It's not enough.

- And how much do you need, Val? - We split it 50-50.

- It's my money. - Yeah, well, I'm up short.

My 70 grand, I want it back.

- 60 short. - 70.

70, Val. It's 70 grand. 70, you dumb bastards.

Help the homeless.

Help the homeless.

Oh, that's small change. Why don't you give me some big change?

Give a guy a break. What do you say?

Come on, now.

Oh, thanks, man. Oh... Hey, what the fuck!

What are you...

Son of a... Motherfucker!

- What do I owe you? - $2.98.

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

Oh! Sorry, sir. Pardon me.

Thank you.

$100, $200, $300.

Have a nice day, Mr. Johnson.

Excellent fit, sir.

And how will you be paying?

Yeah, I'll give you $900 for this.

Let me see that Magnum.

That's it.

$500 and the gun.

- I'll need to see some ID. - 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.

Porter, you're not dead.

Where's Val?

Gone. Moved out two months ago.

- Where? - Don't know.

- Who's paying your rent? - Val.

- Why? - Payoff, I guess.

What, you guess? You don't know?

Damn it! You've got a fucking lot of nerve coming around here

all fucking high and mighty. What, you bring your whore with you, did you?

- No, no, no. - Look at it!

Look, see. Look at that. That's before we met, baby.

Think about it.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

- So, what are you gonna do, Porter? - I'm gonna get my money back.

You mean, what am I gonna do to you.

Well, that depends on you.

Where's Val?

I told you, I don't know.

Did he ever buy his way back into the syndicate?

Yeah.

How do you get your payoffs?

A messenger, first of every month, leaves an envelope with cash in it.

So, who was she, anyway? That girl in the picture.

I met her when I got out of prison.

I used to drive her, keep her safe while she worked.

What were you, her pimp?

No, no.

We both worked for that asshole.

Not now.

Yeah.

You're cleaning up.

No.

Val still wants to talk to you.

Sorry, babe.

Shall I tell him to call back again?

No, I'll talk to him.

Shut him up, anyway.

Val.

Yeah, same as always. You?

Yeah, good, good.

Why? You there now?

Well, don't sweat it, Val. I mean, we all look alike to them.

Same crew. The Chows.

Twice a week, Tuesday and Friday.

Always between 11:00 and 12:00, always the same route.

Chinese money laundering.

- How much money in the case? - Anywhere between 350 and half a mil.

- And how much do you need, Val? - We split it 50-50.

No, I mean, how much do you need to, you know, 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 look nasty.

Probably all kung fu motherfuckers.

- Why? Did I miss something? - They weren't wearing their seat belts.

We'll hit them on Friday.

Hubba, hubba, hubba.

Looky here.

How's that vinyl taste?

Val!

What?

The problem with kicking the Chows' asses,

an hour later you wanna do it again.

Huh?

140 grand.

140 apiece.

Total.

Total?

That's... 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 them 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... You know what? You know what, Porter?

This is funny. This'll kill you.

It's always $140,000.

Someone ought to give me a Ph.D.

You...

Shit!

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

Okay, everything's cool, baby.

Oh! Oh!

You were great. You were great.

Everything's cool. Give me the... Okay.

Okay, okay, 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.

Oh, I bet you got a lot of questions rattling around in your head.

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, Miss Porter, I don't have all day!

Is... Is Miss Porter here?

Mrs. Porter.

Yeah, whatever.

You motherfucker!

Get up, turn around.

Come on. Get up. Come on.

What have we got here, huh?

- How much in here, huh? - There's two grand.

What's in here?

Helium. What the fuck you think it is? It's heroin.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Fuck!

Val Resnick.

Where is he?

You wanna know where he is?

He's right here. Look. Look. Fuck you.

Wrong answer.

Shit! You motherfucker!

- Fuck! - Val Resnick.

I never heard of him, man. Fuck.

Where'd you get the envelope and the shit?

Come on, man, they're gonna fucking kill me.

They're gonna kill me, man.

What do you think I'm gonna do?

Worry about me.

Oh, come on. Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Stegman... Stegman, man. Arthur fucking Stegman. Okay?

Where is he?

Southend Taxi.

Farragut Road, man.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

I'm looking for Arthur Stegman.

He ain't here. Something I can help you with?

No, you can't. Where is he?

I don't know. He ain't here.

Take a guess.

What?

Take a guess about where he is.

Is he at home?

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

All right, here we go.

Hey, come on, roll it!

- Wait a minute. That was mine! - It was not yours, man.

I get one more shot.

There's somebody here to see you.

I'm looking for Stegman.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Porter.

Well, Porter, that looks like assault to me.