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?
Oh, fuck.
Just a minute.
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... 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.
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 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.
One day, when you're sitting
on a beach sipping a cold one, -
- a spare tire around your waist, -
- think about me, bro.
You're good, Nick.
You're very, very good.
"Sorry I missed it. Nick."
Whew.
Never forget who you are, man.
You do, you die.
Love, Nick.
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.
All right, Casey. Time's up.
He's in the kitchen!
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, are you just going
to go with or without me?
I got no choice.
Line in the sand, Chris.
For better or for worse.
That's your decision.
I