three years.
he got three years and fined fifty million dollars and wrote 'em a fucking check. like that, fifty mil, signed his name. whoa-- little help here!
you guys-- come on-- this is too heavy!
i'll take the shades off. just get this fuckin' thing off me.
he told me. he works the laundry with me. the guy loves to talk.
hey, anybody that can write a check for fifty mil, he says anything i'm all fucking ears. like the other day, he tells me how he's got all this money in foreign banks, plus around five mil in uncut diamonds at his house. he said, quote, "where i can put my hands on it anytime."
detroit. snoopy miller told me uncut diamonds are as easy to move as cash.
so. what's your point?
you think he's lying?
hey, jack, good to see you, man. the fuck're you guys shooting at?
studs. man, i haven't heard that since lompoc. what's going on?
jesus, what'd you crawl through, a sewer?
i see better with them on.
you're in civilization now, man, ease up.
in the trunk?
come on. i have to do what i'm told.
here you are, sir.
if he thinks he can talk to me like this. shit, i don't even know what i need them for.
i got a big score lined up up north. they wouldn't even know about it, it wasn't for me. i could do it right now myself, except it's so fucking cold up there in january--
it couldn't have been out at glades, if that's what you're thinking. i was never out there.
but you're sure we've met, huh?
i remember you now. shit.
we're not. i'm helping him, yeah--
like how?
snoopy. glenn michaels.
listen, snoopy, i'm on my way up to detroit and need a place to crash.
i wanna talk to you about a job.
i can't really go into it right now. i'll just tell you it's someone big.
it's a guy you know.
it's richard ripley.
you there?
what am i supposed to do now?
no way, man, no fuckin' way am i gonna turn myself in.
the fuck are you doing?!
sure, right, they see bigfoot driving around a black guy wearing shades and a lavender fucking bandanna, no, they won't think anything of it.
if they're not busted now, they're gonna be. it's wide open.
so you still haven't said, how you wanna do it?
what?
help you.
wait a minute. i'm letting you in on this, not all your friends.
me?
can i do what?
what-- when?
i don't have to prove shit to you. the ripley job is my job. you're either in or you're not. you wanna pop some crack dealer pissed you off, that's your problem, not mine.
i think you're forgetting, this is my car. i drove it up here.
why'd he have to do that to that girl?
it's all right with you, i'll just hang in the car.
why would i do that?
jesus christ, what're you guys doing here?
that broad you picked up -- did you know she was a us marshal, for christ sake?
she knew me from some bullshit dope bust. she drove me to court. twice. you know what she said, we're in the car on the turnpike? "i never forget anybody i've cuffed and shackled."
i don't know.
these guys, man, they're crazy. shit.
white boy bob. white boy used to be a fighter.
i thought you guys were busted.
i got to go take a piss.
jesus, i don't believe it.
i mean i'm not stealing the fucking car.
i already stole it. last week or whenever it was, in west palm. i can't be stealing it again, can i?
jesus. how'd you know about snoopy?
you're gonna bust me for picking up a car?
listen, these guys, they're gonna be out here any minute looking for me. they're fucking animals.
nothing. i just wanna get the fuck outta here.
rippin' off ripley was my idea, but these guys, man, they're into shit i can't handle.
yeah, the plan was to pick him up at his office tomorrow, take him out to his house in bloomfield hills. now, i don't give a shit what they do.
he's supposed to be, but he hasn't shown up yet, which is a good thing for him.
maurice is gonna kill him, try and collect the reward.
i don't know-- he doesn't exactly confide in me.
i'm freezing my ass off.
really?
i know, you'll find me. jesus, i believe it. i keep thinking if you hadn't driven me to federal court last summer, you wouldn't even know who i am.