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Okay, okay. Jeff, Mike, go downstairs. Make sure he doesn't come around.
I want you to go down to the tunnel, hang up those glove bags.
Would you let me finish? Would you...? Hello?
I'm gonna take a smoke break.
If you stick with this job too long, it will mess you up, man.
He scared Mary, doc.
Hang in there, man. You're gonna be fine, all right?
Phil?
What?
No, I think I pulled a muscle or something.
Yeah, because you know I'm curious,
You should be using your head, buddy.
- Yeah. - Where are you?
- Hey, there he is. - All right.
Wait till you see the place.
You're about to make some decent money.
Satanic Ritual Abuse Syndrome was big in the '80s.
- Where are the others? - Open your eyes.
from American, hard-working American...
Let's see, Hank, your scratch tickets.
It's Gordon's nephew.
Gordon, let me lead. Hold on.
Me and Amy? A kid with Amy? Nah, I just fuck her to beat on Phil.
When? When? Slow down. When did this happen?
are all in Mary?
Don't look at me like that, man.
doc.
Phil, your job here is to keep things on track and to eliminate obstacles.
- Okay. Thank you. - Thank you very much.
Yo, Henry, come back.
There you go. Know this?
Do you know who I am?
God!
Aww.
The Ice Pick method.
My dad was a lawyer. He was on the case.
Tell me, Simon.
Roses? They're lovely!
It think it might happen Saturday. I don't...
- Gordon loves being a father. - Yeah, now he does, now he loves it.
Hank, leave it alone, will ya.
It's fucking weird, but he's right here. I'm telling you. He's right...
Just... hang on.
told her that he found his meal ticket,
- Mike! - Come on, Jeff.
- Woo-hoo! - What the hell is that?
I miss my family.
Oh, they should have, man. It's standard.
Survival rations.
Want to place the order?
What are you doing here?
Got your wallet.
Well, I guess you guys have seen enough, huh? Need anything else?
Hank?
The patients come back?
You gonna hit me?
Well, yeah, it's like a library.
What's the occasion, Gordon?
I wouldn't mention this to anyone, Gordy.
You know, I know how long you both...
You let me handle this, okay? I don't give a shit what happens.
Well...
They ought to be worth something. All right.
We were just talking about your nephew.
- Need help with that? - No, I'm fine, thank you.
- You didn't tell him? - You tell him.
Why?
Listen, Mike needs another hour. The genny carburetor's acting up.
Okay. $10,000 bonus. Gordon arranged it with the town.