it.
Right, cop?
Are you crazy, man?
I was just bluffing.
I got hit!
I don't believe it. I got shot.
- You're done, end of story.
- You!
I've got to go, okay?
- Here's something for you.
- I'm not a pro.
Buy yourself something.
I'm in a rush.
I've got a cop
waiting for me downstairs.
I'll be back in about six months
and we'll go dancing.
- Okay, take care of yourself.
- You, too.
See you later.
So tell me how great you were.
I don't go in for that macho shit.
I was great.
I should have my dick bronzed.
Is this what you want to talk about?
I've been waiting for that money
for three years.
Where's your
merit-system shit now?
It's your money.
It'll be there when you get out.
- You don't want any of it?
- It's not my style.
I need a car. Loan me a couple
of thousand when you get out.
- What kind of car do you want?
- A convertible. I'm a rag-top man.
- Deal.
- Good.
Even if you do give me the money
for a car, it don't mean shit.
If I ever hear of you crossing
the line, I'll bust your ass.
Both of us know that I'm going
to be honest from now on.
But if I did decide to be a thief,
do you think you could catch me?
Can I have my lighter back, Reggie?