poor bastard. wfffft! cholo shoots the skeleton. his arrow goes completely through the white skull.
that's life, brother. a whole lotta trash.
i look at you, all i see's an idiot.
let's go have some fun.
hey, not me, boss. you told me not to have any fun, i'm not having any fun at all. come with me, kid. i'll show you the ropes. mike climbs out and gets on the back of cholo's motorcycle.
to get supplies. essential supplies. that's job our job, ain't it?
not askin' you to.
i'm still here, ain't i? everyone relaxes. cholo picks up the case of dom. the others head toward the front of the store. tilt down to the floor as their feet move past. in the gloom behind stacks of cartons.  . a dead hand appears. reaching.
shit! look out, kid! the hand grabs mike around the ankle! mike turns, raising his gun. too late. a dead uniformed policeman, the skin on half its face stripped down to bone, rips a hole in his leg with its teeth! ike screams, staggers into a wall, and drops to a seated position on the floor. riley and charlie spin around at the
it is nice. holding his case of dom perignon and his box of cohibas, cholo looks with foxy at a monitor mounted to a white-tiled subway station wall. down the tunnel behind them, the other guerillas unload supplies from cargo carriers parked on the platform. a sign reads, "golden triangle. fiddler's green".
e take money to do nasty shit. shit that nobody else is dumb enough to do. we go in knowing the risks. the kid did too. his number came up, that's all.
everybody makes their own way. verybody makes their own ucking way!
y daddy. he picked fruit, penny- a-piece. he never went for anything, so he never had anything. i'm gonna have a place, riley. my own place! and now i got enough money to buy my way in.
demora. supply unit
essential supplies. for the man upstairs.
keep it together, lady. behind them, in the kitchen, unseen, a dazed young man, walks up to the hanging corpse. he rights the toppled chair and steps on it, lifting a paring to knife cut through the noose.
no, i.
shut up! i gotta hear. where'd he go? where'd the other guy go? silence. cholo pulls the poker out of the young man's head. shuffling sounds. he follows them to the other end of the kitchen, probing the darkness with his matchlight. the sounds are louder here. cholo lifts the poker, ready to strike. just as he does.
hey, no problem. two more security guards come through the apartment's front door and rush into the kitchen.
no problem, no problem! but there is a problem. there's a dead guy
you wanna talk about this? i did what i had to do. i only did what i had to do!
dead.
ou probably want a glass, don't you? sure, a high-toned man likes to drink out of a glass.
i got something else, too.
no, thank you! twenty grand. that's what i got comin' for last night. i never bothered to pick it up.
nope. i left it in the bank. your bank. with all my other dough. rom all those other nights. i got enough now to buy me a place.
how long?
you mean restricted.
don't do this to me. don't do this to me.
no, no, no. three years! three years i been cleaning up after you, taking out your garbage, and you tell me i'm not good enough? you're the one who's no good. you are no fucking good. and you are gonna let me in. you know why? because i know what goes on around here. how many of your fucking "members" know what's in that garbage i take out for you?
we're taking the truck out. get he guys.
no, not him. just the regular uys. know what i mean?
takin' the truck out.
nobody gets a day off these days.
oh, i must have given you the wrong one. here.
what's that?
what's that? screaming practice?
ain't our fight. stenches are making it easy for us.
no. those things want to get in here. let `em in.
aufman?
you said we should talk when i was less excited. i'm a lot less excited now.
i can't have a place in the green, fine. i'll go find another place. but you know what i'm gonna need? money. i want my money out of your bank. and i want the rest of the money out of your bank. and if you don't give it to me, i'm gonna blow you out of your fuckin' ivory tower. i've got dead reckoning.
put the money on a boat and send it across the river to the south side. tenth street pier. one man to drive the boat, no more. you've got till midnight. four hours. i won't be there. dead reckoning won't be there. but i'll know if it happens. i'll know if it doesn't happen.
at midnight. give me a call. let e know if we're rich or not.
if i don't have this truck, i'm no different to kaufman than that poor mexican bastard out there.
he knows it's his ass if he doesn't.
mouse. anything?
that's why we're here.
that's good. that's all we need.
denbo. and his idiot. stop. gimme the mike.
how'd you get up here, riley?
you were always a smart guy, riley. much smarter'n me.
you weren't around to get invited. anyway, i figured you wouldn't want in on this.
open up.
open up!
i'd rather have you in here than out there. ka-chunk! cholo lifts his crossbow, pressing a loaded arrow up under riley's chin. blood trickles.
who's the smart one now?
thought you were gonna quit. here you are still working for the man. kaufman sent you out here, didn't he? to get the truck back.
who else is out there?
yup. pretty boy, set the cannons.
kaufman's got it coming.
he's killed a lot of our friends. every week we took out the garbage, you and me. every month i took out
when the smoke clears, i'm gonna
not when you keep it in a safe.
you did something, didn't you? with your fucking toy!
fix it!
i hate you, riley. there's something about you i've always fucking hated.
i didn't have to blow the fucking place up. somebody else did for me!
wait, wait, wait. what are we doin'? where we goin'?
not this horse. you got the t-bird?
nah, you'd never let me have any fun.
thanks.
no, don't shoot. always wanted to see how the other half lives.
take the car and get outa here.
need some help, mister k.?
been bit, mister k. i'm a dead man, so i don't care about nothin' no more. still care about you, though. i wanna make sure you come to the same end as me.
hey're going to get you, mister k. want them to get you.
ut it down, old man, unless you'd rather die right now.
i think we should talk when you're a little less excited.