The first 200 lines.
I want you to fucking
walk away from this.
Walk away from this.
I trust you for everything.
Trust me?
You don't trust me,
you're a fucking liar.
That's what you want me to do.
You want me to just
fucking walk away, go to prison?
You sound like a five year old.
You did it to yourself.
You did it to yourself.
We got history, brother.
Yeah, we got history.
Now you come to me with this shit.
My wife, now this, come on.
My wife, now this, come on.
My wife, now this.
That's what this is about.
That's what this is about.
Not what this is about, but boy,
this sure hurts a little bit more
when you stick the knife in even further.
What did I do to your wife?
You don't want to go.
What did you do to your wife?
What did he, it does something like that.
You want me to just
fucking walk away from you?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I built this shit from the ground up.
What did you build?
Everything here.
I created this.
Everything we did, we did together.
No, we didn't do that together.
Yeah, we did.
But you're nothing without me.
Don't give me that bullshit.
I come in here, I back
you, I'm not everything.
Everything you are.
Are you kidding me?
You can thank me for all that.
I'll fuck you, will you breathe.
I don't want to drink
your fucking liquor.
Take it?
Yeah.
Fucking asshole.
Fucking asshole.
I'm sorry, son.
Morning.
Thank you, lady.
You're welcome.
Hello?
Good morning, Mrs. Gold.
My name's Jo Baby,
I'm here to see Barney.
What's this about?
Your son took a lot of
money that didn't belong to him,
and I'm here to get it back.
Mom, hang up.
My client chose to
handle this discreetly,
I can't always call the police.
Hang up, Mom, I said hang up, hang up.
Hello? Hello?
Barney?
Mrs. Gold?
Barney?
You didn't think I'd find you?
It's what I do, find people.
Come on, Barney, just give me the money.
Okay, okay, just give me a sec, okay?
God damn it.
Your second is up.
Mrs. Gold?
Mrs. Gold?
I'm in the bathroom.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Gold, I promise I won't hurt you.
But I need the money Barney took.
Can I come in, please?
Yes, come on in.
I'm sorry to make you hide in here.
I've done worse.
Did you kill him?
Oh no, of course not.
Ummm..
The money...
It's under that sink in a depends box.
Okay.
Is your mother alive?
Yes.
Mrs. Gold, I don't
blame you for not telling me
that Barney was hiding in the closet.
Don't blame yourself for his mistakes.
What's this for?
You're gonna need your rug cleaned
and Barney needs a dentist.
Barney Gold paid in full.
Of course he did.
You okay?
Barney struck first.
I have previously
recommended that you strike first.
Fear not, the Iceman cometh.
Oh boy.
You know, I worry about you, Joe.
I'm a big girl.
There's nothing wrong with taking a pause
and reflecting on why we do what we do.
Income.
We in this civilization
are all victims of something.
And the self discovery of what that is
usually suggests great motivation
to either clear our heads and focus
harder on what we do
or change course and do something else.
Just wanna make sure you
still feel motivated here.
Thanks for caring.
Okay, on to the next one then.
A very delicate collection matter.
So delicate in fact that
our client Heather Stanton
has requested to meet
with you in person about it.
I don't meet clients.
She's been duly informed,
but after being duped out of a
substantial amount of money
by some con artist, she
stressed the importance
of knowing exactly with
whom she'll be dealing.
Did I mention there's
a $500,000 fee for us?
Don't shoot.
Says the uninvited guest.
My name is Heather Stanton.
I'm a client of Art Simonians and I'm
looking for a Joe Baby.
Well, you found her.
Oh, I was expecting...
My father wanted a boy.
Come in.
Oh, I'll just get dressed.
Art said you wanted to
meet at the dark bar.
Yeah, turns out it's two for one night.
Not as discreet as I
thought it was gonna be.
Well, you know what they say.
Loose lip sync ships.
Art was the one who told
me where I could find you.
You know, your firm
came highly recommended.
Yeah, well, we get results.
Can I get you something?
No, no, thank you.
It must be really
peaceful living on a boat.
Oh, I'm barely ever here.
So what did you want to talk about?
Right. Umm...
I work for my father's company.
He's in real estate.
His name is Prentice Stanton.
Maybe you've heard of him?
Oh yeah, I've seen this
sign all around the city.
God, this is so embarrassing.
You can understand
where I want to keep this
from going public.
Not yet.
A man named Stuart
Wendell stole $10 million
from my father's company.
That's substantial.
And what's worse is
that I gave it to him.
He was looking for investment partners
for a big commercial
real estate development
and I wanted to prove to my father
that I could pull off
a big deal without him
and everything seemed to check out.
Oh God, you can see why I
can't go to the police with this.
It would look like I had stolen money
from my father's company.
Yeah, I get it.
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