make us into a family.
- Family, my butt!
There's no family here.
There's nothin' here
except me and three losers.
I don't know
why I listen to people.
- I don't know why I do it.
- Cut it out.
Vince!
- I'm leaving.
- No, stop!
Stop! What are you doing?
You're acting
like a fourth-grader.
Where do you think
you're going?
He dumped us in
the middle of New Mexico.
I can't--
Julius!
You don't know this,
and I promised Vince
that I wouldn't tell you,
but he's got something in
the trunk that's worth millions.
I'm worried he's gonna get
himself killed delivering it.
Okay, yeah. Yes, Mr. Beetroot.
Yeah, I'll find it. Yeah.
Yes, I have a map.
All right.
I'll see you there.
See you in Houston
in the morning.
I'll be looking
forward to it.
What a coincidence.
That was our friend.
Looks like I'm gonna be
doing business with... him.
Sorry.
I would have done
the same thing.
You want the merchandise.
It's not your problem who delivers.
Precisely.
But how will
you find him?
I have him in my head.
I found him once,
I'll find him again.
I hope so. Bye.
Be careful.
Brother to brother
Brother to brother
One to another
Like no other
Brother to brother
Brother to brother
Never knew you existed
Never saw you
in my dreams
If there were signs
I must've missed 'em
Who would I believe
Now all of a sudden
We're sharing this skin
Like a shadow
you stick to me
Through every jam I'm in
Brother to brother
You took me by the hand
brother to brother
You helped me understand
one to another
There'll never be another
No, no
Brother to brother
my brother
Brother to brother
my brother
When I felt like a zero
You became my hero
One to another
You have been my brother
My brother
Whoa
Brother to brother
Brother to brother
When I was up
against the wall
About to take
a really big fall
Sorry I'm late.
- The directions you gave me weren't--
- Step back.
Get over here.
I'm unarmed.
He's clean.
Oh, oh.
Isn't that pretty!
Yeah, it is.
- Did you come here alone, unarmed?
- Yeah.
You're just some fool
who stole a car?
Yeah, I guess I am.
You don't know what
the hell this is, do you?
No.
Revolutionary fuel-injection
system for jets.
Worth a fortune to the company that
brings it to the market first.
Somebody else developed it,
but I just had to have it.
Crafty devil, huh?
What are you waiting for?
Wait a minute, Beetroot!
- I thought we had a deal.
- We do.
Five million bucks!
- You wanna count it?
- No, no.
- But I could use a lift to town.
- Don't press your luck.
Okay. That's all right.
I gassed it up for you,
Beetroot. Thank you!
Five million dollars!
Five million bucks!
Ha-ha-ha!
Five million bucks!
I've gotta look at it!
Uh-oh.
Hey, Benedict!
All I want is the money.
Just give me what's mine
and I'll leave you alone.
Steps! Steps!
Leave my brother alone.
No.
You.
No, no, no.
No, no.
Julius, you're--
you're here?
No. No, you idiot.
Don't be nervous.
I hate violence.
Plus I never carry a gun.
Who are you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Put the gun down.
I got the money.
Here's your money.
Here's your money.
Here's the money.
You're a goddamned millionaire.
You, I am never
gonna forgive... never.
- Open it.
- Open it?
You were going
to get killed.
- I was trying to distract him
so you could escape.
- I already had escaped!
I was halfway to Brazil
when I felt you!
- Close it.
- Close it?
Open it, close it.
Open it, close it.
- Why didn't you go?
- Why didn't I go?
Because thanks to you,
I'm not only a goddamned psychic--
Benedict!
- I think the case belongs to me.
- Oh, sorry.
I got this disease
called a conscience.
- No one ever said being good was easy.
- ''No one ever said--''
Will you two shut up!
Butt out, pal!
You got your money.
Now take it and go live in
the lap of luxury somewhere.
Try Brazil.
It doesn't work that way.
You've seen my face.
Which one's first?
You gonna kill us, even though