to know what this is all about.
I got a search warrant
says I can strip-search you.
Pat him down.
Put your hands on the wall.
Spread your legs.
What are you doing
at the airport?
Picking up my wife,
but she wasn't on the plane.
If you live in Miami,
why is your wife coming from Newark?
We had a fight. She left me.
Went back to Brooklyn.
I called her and said,
''Why don't you come out west?
Maybe a change of scenery
will get us back together.''
She said okay,
but evidently she changed her mind.
-Wife a Lakers fan?
-I am.
I'm a fan of everything that's L.A.
I love it out here.
He's clean.
You can go.
What are you looking for?
A bomb?
Something that shouldn't be here.
Is that right?
Get an attendant to open the lockers.
Maybe you'll find it.
I'll think about it.
I'd do that.
Then I'd get
the right guy next time.
You ever want to go to the beach,
here's the freeway you take.
Of course, on the weekend
there's no traffic.
I'm from Miami fucking Beach,
and you want to show me the ocean?
Does the sun ever shine in this town,
or is this smog always around?
They say the smog's the reason
we have such beautiful sunsets.
That's what they say?
What a bunch of fucking bullshit.
I don't know how I could have
missed you in that shirt.
The same as the other one except
a different colored hibiscus, right?
You didn't have the key on you?
You think I'd be standing here?
If you're gonna set someone up,
and you want it to work...
it's gotta be a surprise.
Can you remember that?
Spotted them?
Did it work in some movie
that you got beat up in?
Got to ask you for that key back.
Wait. The setup didn't work,
and you want the key back?
Bo said if you didn't open the locker,
the deal's off.
You're serious?
This is how you guys do business?
I'm surprised you're not dead.
There's no fucking way
you'll get the key.
Unless you put a gun to my head.
Then maybe we'll talk.
Move away
from the fucking car.
I don't need a gun for you.
All right.
Slow down.
Breathe through your mouth.
Breathe.
Bear, look at me.
Tell your boss
I don't wanna see him again.
He made a deal with Harry,
and a deal's a deal.
Got that?
Okay, get up.
Why are you hanging around a guy
like that?
You were in the movies.
You were a stuntman, right?
What's he ever done
he can talk about?
-You okay?
-Not too bad.
How about when you fell
down the stairs?
Pulled my quadriceps.
How many movies you been in?
About 60.
-No shit?
-No shit.
What were some of them?
You didn't see
none of them.
Harry Zimm?
Who is it?
I'm the dipshit
who's never been out of Miami.
Mr. Barboni, what a nice surprise.
Good to see you.
Have a seat.
Right here.
Ray Bones.
Barboni, sorry.
They say the fucking smog
is the fucking reason...
you have
such beautiful fucking sunsets.
What do you mean
he faked them out?
He knew it was a setup,
and he was ready for it.
Where's the money?
I guess it's still
in the locker.
You guess?
You mean you don't know?
I mean I don't care.
I really don't care.
I'll call you later.
Mr. Escobar, what a surprise.
Welcome to L.A.
-Where's my nephew?
-Your who?
Yayo!
Where is he?
I haven't seen Yayo.
He's my sister's kid. No father.
Not too bright. I think he's a retard.
I only gave him the job as a favor
to my sister. You understand.
Family.
I know how that goes.
He comes up here
with our product.
He's supposed to return with $500,000.
He never shows up.
Meanwhile, my sister's going crazy.
She calls all the time. She's worried.
Me? I just want to know
what happened to my fucking money.
I gave the man his money
and sent him on his way.
You gave him the money?
I gave him a key to a locker
that had the money in it.
Why would you
put the money in a locker?
There were a zillion DEA guys
hanging around the terminal.
A zillion?
That's a lot.
Mr. Escobar, maybe your nephew
panicked and took off.
Why're you talking
to me this bullshit?
I think I