hi, sweetie.
i'm sending you something.
no. but it's sparkly.
i'm having it sent to you from the store.
be a long trip. i'm in genoa.
something like that.
i think i've paid my p.o. my last visit. i liked the guy, but we never really connected.
after this, i swear to you, i am.
everything's going to be fine. i've got to go now. i love you. bye.
italians?
i trust everyone. it's the devil inside them that i don't trust. got a sec?
how you feeling, boss?
you know what fine, stands for, don't you? fucked-up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional.
you don't like me sober?
for after the haul.
this is kinda nice. you being the boss with all the worries, me just along for the ride.
"that for which all virtue is sold. and almost every vice -- gold."
my name is john and i'm a very rich alcoholic. and i'm going to live my life one very rich day at a time.
you planned this one down to a t, kid. it's a gift. you saw the big picture, made contingencies, covered the angles.
shit, you made thirty million dollars in gold drop out of sight without holding a gun. who else could've pulled that off?
fill the shoes but don't follow the footprints.
my life's been nothing but fake ids, fake business cards and divorce papers. this is the only thing that's real.
she's amazing. and i spent half her childhood in prison. this is a once in a lifetime haul, charlie. bring down the curtain after this one. make a new life. find someone amazing and be there for her.
we'll hunt you down. you're gonna regret this.