Wong house.
They got the "Wong" house.
[ Chuckles ]
Shit, man. Lighten up.
Where the hell was I?
Yeah.
I think I was, uh--
[ Grunts ]
This piece of shit
was going to cut you up.
Now you fucking do it.
Do it!
Fuck!
[ "Gun Clatters On Floor" ]
Dallas was right.
- [ "Telephone Moos" ]
- Hello.
- Hey, Case.
- Nick!
Man, it's good
to hear from you!
Goddamn.
I just wanted to tell you...
- how much I enjoyed your visit.
- I know you're pissed.
Pissed? Oh, no, I'm not pissed.
If you hadn't brought
your friends along...
what would I have done
with my day, man?
I'd a missed out on being
beaten and raped, abused,
tied up, generally fucked up.
- Casey--
- Not to mention what
you done for my house.
What would you call it?
Early-Gothic horror.
I don't have time for this shit.
I'm dead.
Unless I make this next plane,
you can write me off.
- There's still a chance for you.
- Where's the money, Nick?
That's why I'm calling you.
I stole it from the cops,
and they ain't
real happy about it.
They're going
to be coming after you.
They already hit
the house next door.
It's only a matter of time.
- What about the fucks
you stole the shit from?
- Oh, they're dead.
Unfortunately, the niggers
who they work for ain't.
They're going to find you too,
sooner or later.
Come on, man.
Where's the money?
I hid it.
I want you to get out
of town for a while.
Take a vacation--
A second honeymoon. Something.
One day when you're sitting
on a beach sipping a cold one,
spare tire around your waist,
think about me, bro.
- Where you going, Nick?
- Can't tell you.
Your car's at I.A.H.
in short-term parking.
There's a flight leaving
for Paris tonight at 8:05.
If I were you,
I would be on it.
- I got to go.
- Hey, Nick, you really
getting married, man?
No, man.
Not my style.
Nick?
I love you, Case.
I'm sorry about the shit.
Maybe one day
I'll make it up to you.
I got to go.
Adios.
Nick--
Nick?
Nick?
[ "Doorbell Rings" ]
Oh, fuck.
Just a minute.
[ "Doorbell Rings" ]
Oh, shit, that's cold.
Mr. Wells.
Detective Kasarov.
May I come in?
Sure.
This is a nice place you got here.
I like the mailbox-- cute.
My wife's idea.
I'll have to drive
my wife by sometime.
She'd-- She'd love it.
- Feel better now?
- Tons.
Keep yours.
It's a gesture.
- Mind if I get something to drink?
- No, no. Help yourself.
Casey, why don't you
take a peek in that bag?
I got a little
something for you.
Soy milk.
I just love soy milk.
"You know", "one of my kids"
is lactose-intolerant.
So I ended up getting
hooked on the shit.
Couldn't get enough of it.
I don't get too much anymore.
Mmm.
Ahh!
Well--
[ Sighs ]
Why don't we...
handle our business like
a couple of grown-ups.
I mean, Casey, you know
I didn't pop over here...
for some social visit.
Your friend, Nicky,
stole a lot of money from us.
Killed a few officers
in the process.
Deaths we can overlook.
Okay?
But we want our money back.
Like I've been telling everybody
come through here--
I realize you don't have it,
but you know where it is.
Somewhere in the deepest
recesses of your brain,
you know.
You can't tell me after all the time
you spent with Nicky...
you don't know
how his mind worked.
You just figure it out.
- I'm telling you--
- I know how much you're doing
to clean up your act.
And I venture to guess that--
that your good-looking wife
doesn't even know about your past.
Right?
Tell you what, Casey,
I want to make you a deal.
You have that money
here tonight at 7:00,
And I'll make this fuckin'
nightmare disappear.
- Where do you got the bodies?
- In the garage.
Let's go.
What the fuck is this?
- I didn't know
what to do with them.
- [ Whimpering ]
"Well", "I'll tell you"
"something", "Casey."
If I was you, I'd clean up
this mess, because your wife's...
going to come home and
she's not going to be very happy.
Any suggestions?
Well, I'll tell you,
if, uh, I'm not