Ah, shit.

Scott!

- Shit. - Hey.

Over to the table.

- Open your shirt. - Hey, I'm not wearing a wire. This is between me and you.

Fuck you. Open the shirt.

Okay?

- Where are you, McCall? - Right here, Roper.

- You satisfied? - Open the bag. Dump it on the table.

- Pick something up. - What?

Nope. Closer to the front of the pile. There. Let's go.

Stay put.

That's impressive.

- What the fuck did you have to do, steal 'em? - Yeah, I stole it.

That ain't gonna look too good on the old service record.

You let me worry about that. Let's just get this shit over with, all right?

A man after my own heart. Here you go.

Fill it up.

Come on, man. Bring him out. Move him out.

Step out.