Is your life flashing
before your eyes?

Just the last three weeks.

It's not a bad place to start.
Calm down, okay? I'm sorry.
I lost my head in there,
I don't know what happened.

You fucking shot him,
that's what happened.

What other fucking choice do I have?
The motherfucker was gonna welch.

Did you not hear him?
Did you not see him?

I can't be here, man,
do you understand me?

- I can't fucking be here!
- Listen to me, all right?

It went to shit,
that happens sometimes.

- Oh, fuck, man!
- You're not listening, Lionel.

We can still get through this,
we still have some time,

but I need you
to use your fucking head,

and I need you to trust me.
Can you do that?
Let's go!
Come on, let's hustle it up.
Come on,
grab his feet, will you?

Lionel, he's dead, all right?
Maybe you didn't pull the trigger,

but you were standing right there
and you saw me do it.

Now grab his fucking legs.
Hey, you wanna help, then help.
If not, shut your piehole.

Your mess!
Do me a favor, please,
shut your fucking mouth.

My place.
Maybe now,
you'll shut the fuck up.

You think this kind of shit
hasn't happened here before?

Given, it's usually on Wednesday and
usually I tell the cops,

"No, officer, I didn't get
a good look at the shooters."

Usually, anyway...
I swear to God,
I didn't see anything.

You let me go,
I won't say a word, I promise.

Don't get hysterical on us, sweetheart, all

I can't fucking be here!
Then you know what, Lionel,
maybe you should go.

What about the money?