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 mistaken...
I think today's garbage day.
7:00.
Sharp.
And if I don't find it?
Casey, I'd try real hard.
How do I know all of this
is going to disappear?
Don't be late.
[ "Electric Saw Whirring" ]
[ Squishing ]
[ Nick's Voice ]
"One day", "when you're sitting"
"on a beach sipping a cold one",
"a spare tire around your waist",
"think about me", "bro."
[ Air Hissing ]
You're good, Nick.
You're very, very good.
''Sorry I missed it. Nick.''
Whew.
[ Nick's Voice ]
"''Never forget who you are", "man."
"You do", "you die."
"Love", "Nick. ''"
[ Beeping ]
Who the fuck's this?
This is the motherfucker
who killed the ganja man.
I got your shit,
motherfucker.
Yeah?
Then if you do,
you have one mil
at my "casa" at 7:00,
'cause I'm auctioning
the shit off.
My name is Casey Wells.
You can't find me,
you don't get to bid.
7:00.
Don't be late.
Looks like it's just
you and me, partner.
[ Glass Breaking ]
[ Kasarov ]
"All right", "Casey. Time's up."
- "[ Man ] He's in the kitchen!"
- "[ Automatic Gunfire ]"
[ "Chatter" ]
Casey, what are you doing here?
Can I speak with you a minute?
I'm kind of in the middle
of something here, Casey.
Casey, you remember Allen?
Hey, Allen, excuse us.
God, of all the times
you decide to spaz out.
- Whose car?
- It was Nick's. I'm borrowing it.
It's not important.
Here's the deal.
I'm going to France.
My plane leaves in one hour.
"I miss it",
I won't be going anywhere.
What? Your little friend's
gotten you in trouble, hasn't he?
God.
What,