The unlicensed boxer?
Do you know something that l don't?
Bubbe, l probably know
a lot you don't.

He's bad to the bone,
ain't you, Tyrone?

Of course l am.
Tyrone'll drive for us. He's
done a rally driving course.

Of course l have.
l don't want that dog
dribbling on my seats.

Your seats?
Tyrone, this is a stolen car, mate.
While l'm at the wheel, it's my car...
:24:36 stop that dog dribbling
on my seats. All right?

l can't believe you found it.
Where'd it go?

lt went back to the gyppos.
Shut up.
And how could it find them?

Well, l don't know.
l'm not a dog, Sol.

Ask him.
lt's like he's
a fucking homing beacon.

Steady on the brakes.
l thought you said
he could drive, Sol.

Don't worry about me. Just worry
about that dog on my seats.

All right?
You said he was a getaway driver.
What the fuck can he get away from?

Don't worry about Tyrone.
He can move when he has to.

Worry about getting us a gun.
What's that?
This is a shotgun, Sol.
lt's a fucking
anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.

-l want to raise pulses, don't l?
-You'll raise hell, never mind pulses.