:35:08
(gunshot)
:35:12
- A-ha!
- (spitting)
:35:15
- Jay: That's how you do it.
- Chedda: What the fuck
took you so fucking long?
:35:19
- Where were you, Motherfucker?
- Por fiin llego el senor.
:35:23
- Vic: That's right.
- Where your "late pass" at, loco?
:35:27
You my boys, I know
you can handle that shit.
:35:28
They're gonna bury
that fat motherfucker in the ocean...
:35:31
(clattering, gunshot, dull thud)
:36:00
BMF. Com. No more jets
to the Caymans.
:36:04
I'm talking instant
transfer of cash.
:36:06
Hoc's right. It's a sleeping giant.
Every single bank...
:36:09
I don't know what it
was like to lose a son...
:36:12
There are no more sleeping giants.
:36:13
But after whatJimmy did to
Tito's kid, I knew I was out.
:36:18
Maybe investing with Jack
was gonna be the answer.
:36:22
- Vic: Yo, Jack...
- Jack: You're saying
I'm wrong, Sasha?
:36:25
Do you know him?
:36:27
- Hey, how's it going?
- What's up, Jack? What's up, dawg?
:36:30
- It's good to see you.
- Good to see you, man.
:36:33
Jack: I'll catch you guys
on the way out.
:36:35
- Sasha: Bye.
- I'll see you later.
:36:41
That's a cute
little booty, yeah.
:36:45
- You got a drink?
- Yeah, I'm good, man.
:36:47
- Here, you want a cigar?
- Oh, hell, yeah, man.
:36:51
- So, you ready to do some business?
- Um-hmm.
:36:54
I was born ready, baby.
:36:56
This is a prospectus.
It's gonna look like...
:36:58
I don't know, hieroglyphics to you,
but I'll explain it later.