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[Nicky motions for his driver to pull over]
Jess: What’s going on? Why are we pulling over? Nicky?
[Nicky gives her share of the cash]
Jess: What is this?
Nicky: It’s eighty. The job is over. You did great.
Jess: You’re kidding, right? You’re…?
[to the driver]
Nicky: Take her to the airport.
Jess: No, I’m not going to the airport.
[Nicky gets out of the car]
Jess: Wait, can you just talk to me? Can you just…
Nicky: I’m sorry.
Nicky: You did great. You did great.
Jess: What’s going on? Answer me!
[Nicky closes the car door and walks over the car pulled up behind them]
Jess: Nicky! Shit.
[the driver starts pulling away, heartbroken Jess begins to cry]
[three years later in Buenos Aires; racer and billionaire Garriga is watching Nicky from a distance on the race tracks]
Garriga: I wasn’t expecting such a kind face.
Owens: The tech says his gizmo checks out. But in all candor, I don’t like this. And I don’t like him.
Owens: He’s a con man, sir.
Garriga: That’s the point.
Owens: I keep my Beretta well-fed.
[Owens turns to leave]
Garriga: Owens, why do you have to be so dramatic? Invite him to lunch.
[Garriga meets Nicky for lunch]
Garriga: You are a man known for great skills of persuasion and deception. You were very hard for me to find. Why did you take my offer?
Nicky: Went broke.
[referring to the race car that speeds by on the race tracks]
Garriga: My car. Forty million euro in R&D, easily. McEwen, Rahal, Lotus. Any team in any class, they spend half of that. But I have something none of them have.
Nicky: A fuel-burn algorithm.
Garriga: Yes. The EXR. They all want it. It’s legal. And my engineers promise it guarantees me a win. That’s not enough for me. This year McEwen is the only team standing in my way. That is why I wanted you. So…
Owens: This needs to be discreet, it needs to be safe. No holes.
Nicky: I will pose as a disgruntled team engineer of yours offering to sell the EXR to McEwen. What I will give him is a fake. It doesn’t really do anything, just gives false readings to their instruments. It will mislead the driver enough that you’ll have a slight added edge. A third of a second every few laps. Imperceptible.
Owens: Just because the techs say that it checks out what makes you think you can convince them that you’re absolutely real? That you’re…that you’re totally authentic? You can’t be dicking around here, boy.
Nicky: You don’t need to worry about me, I’m extremely well researched. We’ll proceed as planned, starting at the kickoff party tonight.
Nicky: I’ll be seen drinking and boisterous and disgruntled. I will approach you in full view of McEwen. An argument will ensue, I will throw my drink, I will shove you, if that’s okay with you?
Garriga: It’s okay.
Nicky: I’d be very surprised if McEwen didn’t approach me right there, but if not, I will contact him.
Nicky: Whatever he’s willing to pay me, I will be keeping one hundred percent for myself on top of the one million from you.
Garriga: Do we have a deal?
Nicky: Yes, Mr. Garriga, we have a deal.
Garriga: That’s great.
[Nicky rises and shakes Garriga’s hand]
Nicky: Appreciate your time.
Garriga: Thank you.
Nicky: I’ll see you tonight.
Owens: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Garriga: Drama. I’m excited.
[Nicky goes to a party at Garriga’s place and goes to the bar]
Nicky: Do you speak English?
Marcello: Yes, absolutely. Yeah, but you speak…
Nicky: Oh, no, no, no, no.
Marcello: …good Spanish. Oh, yes.
Nicky: Oh, why, thank you, thank you. Um…
Nicky: Look, I’m here tonight for business and I am a recovering alcoholic. So when I ask you for a vodka martini on the rocks, if you could give me water with olives that would be fantastic.
Marcello: Great decision, sir.
Nicky: Thank you.
[later at the party Nicky is talking to a group of people acting like he’s drunk]
Nicky: And the thing is, I don’t even drink. That man got me drinking again.
[we see Nicky ordering a drink from the same bartender]
Marcello: Okay. Vodka martini on the rocks.
Nicky: On the rocks.
[back to Nicky talking to another group]
Nicky: I wonder if “Garriga” is Spanish for “thief.”
[back at the bar with Nicky ordering another drink]
Marcello: Oh, my God, what a drinker!
[back to Nicky talking with different set of people]
Nicky: Who the fuck put a couch full of women in the middle of this place?
[then later acting really drunk Nicky starts shouting]
Nicky: Hey! Where are the black people?!
[still acting drunk Nicky points to Garriga and shouts]
Nicky: There he is, right there, the Commander in Thief! But I guess you can do what you want when you’re a rich prick!
Pretty Woman: Maybe you should slow down a little.
Nicky: No. No, no. I just wanna talk to the man and this is a free country. Buenos Aires is a free country, right?
Pretty Woman: No, Buenos Aires is a city.
Nicky: Okay. I’m gonna go over there.
[Nicky starts walking over to Garriga]
Nicky: Hey! Hey!
[suddenly he sees Jess descending the staircase looking beautiful in a red dress, she goes to Garriga and kisses him]
[still shocked from seeing Jess, Nicky is standing on the balcony when Jess walks over to him]
Jess: Well, hello.
Nicky: Hey. Hello.
Jess: God, it’s been a long time.
Nicky: So you…? You’re here with, uh…?
Jess: Yeah, he, um…he owns one of the teams, so…
Nicky: Is he a mark?
Jess: No, we’re together. Have been for a long time. I’m out of the game.
Nicky: Jess, um… Alright. Uh, about New Orleans, and just…
Jess: Oh, Nicky. No. I really don’t need an explanation. I mean, if anything, I should be thanking you. You did me a favor.
Nicky: Well, that’s fantastic.
Jess: He’s probably wondering where I am. Take care of yourself, okay?
Nicky: You too. Be well.
Jess: Um, Nicky. He doesn’t know about my past, so you don’t know me. Okay?
Jess: Thank you.
Nicky: You’re welcome.
[Jess turns and leaves; to himself]
[Nicky walks over to the bar]
Nicky: Can I get a vodka, please?
[the bartender pours him the drink and gives it to Nicky]
Nicky: This is water.
Bartender: No, sir, it’s vodka.
Nicky: It’s water.
Bartender: Sir, I know who you are. Marcello told me about you and your condition, so back off.
[Nicky sees Marcello at the other bar and he gives him a thumbs up]
Nicky: Alright, you’re kidding.
[Nicky is sat in a back room drinking when Owens finds him]
Owens: Are you drunk?
[Nicky doesn’t reply]
Owens: Mr. Garriga is not a guy you wanna cross. Me neither. Now just what part of the plan calls for a tray full of appletinis? Pledging a sorority?
Nicky: Mm. I’m just rethinking the plan a little bit.
Owens: Goddamn prima-donna delicate-science bullshit. You are not splitting atoms here, pal. This ain’t CERN, just do what you’re being paid to do. Shitheel.
[Nicky walks over to Garriga, who’s holding Jess in his arms and kissing her]
Nicky: Hey! Garriga!
Jess: Oh, God.
Garriga: Don’t worry, it’s just a disgruntled engineer.
[he walks over to Nicky]
Garriga: I expect you have something to say to me.
[Nicky suddenly punches him in the face]
Jess: Oh, my God.
Owens: Oh, shit.
[Nicky continues to punch Garriga and McEwen notices them]
Garriga: Why are you punching?
Nicky: You stole from me! Nobody steals from me!
[Owens pulls Nicky off of Garriga]
Nicky: I am such a disgruntled engineer!
Garriga: Get him out of here!
Owens: Yes, sir.
Garriga: Out! Get out!
[as he drags Nicky out of Garriga’s party]
Owens: Oversold it a bit, didn’t you?
Nicky: I was just caught up in the moment.
[to the security guards]
Owens: Get him out. Get rid of him.
[to the guests]
Garriga: It’s okay. I’m good. Go back to the party.
Jess: Are you okay?
Garriga: Yeah, I’m okay.
Jess: What the hell was that?
Garriga: The racing business, cariño.
Garriga: That’s all.
[as he’s being dragged out of Garriga’s the party by the security guards]
Nicky: Wait a minute. You can’t throw me out, I’m staying in this hotel.
Security Guard: Let me see your keys.
[Nicky shows them his keys, they let him go and walk away]
Nicky: Thank you.
[as Nicky is lying on the ground another McEwen’s man walks over to him]
Gordon: Mr. McEwen would like to have lunch. Information is on the card.
[he throws the card at Nicky and walks away; to himself]
Nicky: I still got it.
[the next morning sat on his balcony with McEwen, Nicky watches Jess down by the pool walking over to Garriga and kissing him]
McEwen: You ever heard of Udo Pappenphus?
[Nicky doesn’t reply as he continues to watch Jess]
McEwen: What the fuck are you looking at?
Nicky: Nothing. I’m sorry, I’m, uh…
McEwen: Udo Pappenphus was an engineer for Ferrari for many years. Fucking brilliant. One day, Udo Pappenphus was found behind a berm with his throat cut. Udo, he was that prick Garriga’s man.
Nicky: I want three million euro.
McEwen: Well, fuck. Jesus.
Nicky: It’s the EXR.
McEwen: The EXR. You’re Father fucking Christmas to me, mate. I’m gonna need to see some proof. You understand? Proof.
[Nicky gets distracted again watching Jess with Garriga]
McEwen: What the fuck are you looking at, mate?
Nicky: Nothing, just repeat what you said.
McEwen: What, the pool go Euro?
[McEwen walks over to where Nicky is sat on the balcony and looks down]
McEwen: Gordon! Get me fucking field glasses, mate. They’re on the…on the thing.
[pointing down to Jess]
McEwen: Oh, yeah. She is a beauty. I love these race skanks.
Nicky: She’s not a race skank.
McEwen: Course she’s a fucking race skank, the town’s lousy with them.
Nicky: Can we get back to business? Please.
McEwen: She’s a little small on top for my taste, but who cares.
Nicky: One man’s small is another man’s perfection. It’s like a “breasts are a subjective opinion” topic.
McEwen: Maybe if you’re booking a fashion show, mate. I’m talking about fucking slapping balls, mate.
Nicky: Do you…do you want the thing or not?
McEwen: I’m gonna need to see proof.
Nicky: I’ll contact you.
[Nicky turns up at the hotel bar at the same time as Jess orders her drink]
Nicky: And a vodka and cranberry, please.
Nicky: Hey, you need to put some clothes on.
Jess: Excuse me?
Nicky: There’s Australian people here.
Jess: What is that supposed to mean?
Nicky: I’m just saying, Jess. They shipped all those people down there for a reason.
[as Nicky sits next to her at the bar to have his drink]
Jess: Woh, what…? You don’t know me, remember?
Jess: And what was that last night? Was that about me?
Nicky: Please. No.
Jess: Are you working an angle on Rafael?
Nicky: No, Jess. I’m working for him. But I wouldn’t trust him if I were you.
Jess: But I should trust you?
Nicky: Alright, Jess.
Jess: That’s interesting.
Nicky: Okay. Jess, come on.
[Jess gets up to leave]
Jess: Nicky, if Rafael sees us together, I don’t know what’s gonna happen, okay? He’s the jealous type. You need to stay away from me.
[Jess starts walking away]
Nicky: Fuck Rafael.
Jess: And, Nicky?
[Nicky looks at her]
Jess: You’re still an easy lift.
[she throws him his wallet that she’d just lifted from him]
Nicky: Stop touching my shit, Jess.
[on the race tracks McEwen is testing out the Garriga’s EXR that Nicky has just given him]
McEwen Tech: Looks credible.
McEwen: Three million, eh?
Nicky: Yes, sir. I can have the complete package in forty-eight hours. Codes, documentation and analysis.
McEwen: No worries, mate. No worries. So, what’s next?
Nicky: Wait for my call.
[Jess walks into a clothes shop]
Saleswoman: Hola. Señor Garriga’s assistant called. She pulled a few things she said you might like.
[after she leaves the shop she sees a woman drop her bag before getting on the bus, Jess picks up the bag and goes to give it to her but the bus leaves]
Jess: Sorry, Miss? You…you forgot…your bag.
[when Jess goes to the woman’s building to return the bag she finds Nicky waiting for her]
Nicky: You really should be more aware.
Jess: Oh, God. Seriously?
[later Jess is sat down having a drink with Nicky]
Nicky: Yes, it is. Where’d you learn that?
Jess: It’s all they drink here, and it says it on the label.
[she gives him a small smile]
Jess: You know, Nicky, I’ve been thinking about all this.
Jess: And, um…Nicky.
Nicky: Let me have it.
Jess: Nicky, if we just ran. If we just…you know, if I could slip away or if we could…
Jess: Can we just…?
Nicky: Whatever, yes.
Jess: I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry.
[Jess gets up to leave]
Nicky: Wait, wait, wait. Wait, Jess. Whatever you want. I can keep you safe.
Nicky: Come on, Jess.
Jess: Nicky, you taught me so much. But I’ve learned a lot since then. And I’d really like to show you all the things I’ve learned.
[she leans into Nicky and touches her mouth to his]
Jess: Like how I learned how to play men, like I just played you.
[Nicky looks taken aback]
Jess: How does it feel?
Jess: I think you’re losing it. That was pathetic. I’ll keep you safe? What was that?
Nicky: That was a…
Jess: Does that work? Does that get you laid?
Nicky: Hey, that was not a line.
Jess: I’m not falling for your shit again.
Jess: Okay? And I’m very happy.
[she turns and starts walking away]
Nicky: So stay away from me.
[Nicky picks up Farhad from the airport]
Farhad: Hey, let’s get a steak.
Nicky: A steak? It’s nine in the morning.
Farhad: Take that up with God.
Nicky: How was the flight?
Farhad: Jesus Christ. They had me squeezed between two fat guys.
Nicky: It sounds like you’re complaining and you shouldn’t be, because I’m giving you a cut.
Farhad: Alright, where’s this going down?
[Nicky pulls up outside a market]
Nicky: You got the piece?
Farhad: It’s in my bag. Can you get it? I’m too fat to reach it.
[Nicky gets the bag]
Farhad: Watch this. Nothing but net.
[Farhad opens the car door to get out but falls down]
Nicky: Ah, fuck. You alright?
[inside the market Farhad walks over to Jess, who’s sat down at a cafe reading]
Farhad: Hey, there.
Nicky: Farhad? Hi! How are you?
[she hugs him]
Nicky: God, look at you! You’ve lost so much weight.
Farhad: I did a cleanse.
Nicky: You here with Nicky?
Farhad: Sort of.
Nicky: Do you mind?
[in his car, Nicky watches Farhad having coffee with Jess in the market]
Farhad: You must be really turned on by all these beautiful women here.
Jess: I…I suppose.
Farhad: You do more than suppose.
Jess: What does that mean?
[he sticks his tongue out and waggles it]
Jess: Oh, dear God.
Farhad: I’m just saying.
Jess: Please, never make that face again. I don’t even want to know what that means.
Farhad: Oh, I think we do.
Jess: I think we don’t. God, I missed you.
Farhad: It’s alright, everybody knows you’re a lesbian. It’s completely fine.
Jess: Who knows I’m a lesbian?
Farhad: It’s especially fine to me.
Jess: Where are you getting this from?
Farhad: Every other time you speak, I smell a vagina.
[Jess laughs in shock]
Jess: It’s not true.
Farhad: That’s not a bad thing, believe me.
Jess: Oh, Jesus.
Farhad: Okay, alright.
[Farhad gives her a knowing wink making Jess laugh]
Farhad: Listen, you got Nicky all nuts.
Jess: I do?
Farhad: I’ve never seen him like this. You know, he’s barely worked since New Orleans.
Farhad: I know he’s an asshole. I mean, a really big asshole.
Farhad: He should’ve handled it better. But he’s my friend, and I’m gonna bat for him. So can you give him a break?
Jess: I don’t care what Nicky told you, I’m not falling for this shit.
Farhad: I don’t think you got that right. He seems different now, and I’ve known him a long time.
Jess: How do I know that?
[Farhad places a black box on the table]
Jess: What is that?
Farhad: It’s an orange.
[he bites into an orange; Jess opens the black box to reveal the necklace she’d liked in New Orleans]
Farhad: He kept it for you all this time.
[Jess nods her head]
Farhad: Flea market!
[later Jess meets Nicky for a drink wearing the necklace]
Nicky: That looks nice. Hm.
Jess: I can’t believe you kept it.
Jess: Or found it, or replicated it.
Jess: I don’t know with you.
Nicky: No, I kept it.
Jess: Thank you. So Farhad said you didn’t work for a long time.
Nicky: Yeah, a couple years. Just didn’t feel right. I even reached out to my dad. I hadn’t seen him in years. I asked him if he’d ever gone straight before. “Of course. I go straight every time I’m on parole.”
Nicky: “Now drink a cup of concrete. Man up.”
Jess: Solid advice.
Jess: How’s that working out?
Nicky: Well, thought I was ready to work.
[he pauses for a moment]
Nicky: Then the girl walked in.
Jess: Why are you going to all this trouble, Nicky? What do you want from me?
Nicky: I can convince anyone of anything. I once convinced a man that an empty warehouse was the Federal Reserve. So I’m good.
Jess: Yeah. You’re the best.
Nicky: But what I really want is to tell you that I’ve changed. And tell you that I am sorry. And I just want you to believe me.
[Jess looks emotional]
Jess: You know I want to believe you. I want to believe you.
Nicky: I’m different now.
[Jess takes off the necklace]
Jess: I have to be getting back. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.
[Jess gets up and leaves]
[that night as Nicky returns to his hotel room he sees Jess sat waiting outside his room crying]
Nicky: You alright? What happened?
Jess: I don’t wanna talk about it.
Nicky: Did he do something to you?
Nicky: Jess, did he put his hands on you? Tell me what happened.
Jess: Just…just kiss me.
[they start kissing and enter his room]
[the next morning, lying in Nicky’s bed]
Nicky: I have to leave soon, I want you to come with me. I know you think you love him, but I want you to come with me tonight.
Jess: I don’t love him. I just…but I…
Nicky: But you can’t trust me. I understand that. If you come with me, we’ll figure it out. I want…
[they are interrupted by Nicky’s phone ringing, he kisses Jess before picking up his phone]
Nicky: It’s Owens. I gotta take it.
[talking to Owens on the phone]
Owens: Where are you?
Nicky: I’m in my room.
Owens: Good, I’m at the door.
Nicky: He’s at the doo…
Nicky: Uh…alright, alright.
Nicky: Um… Damn, you should’ve made… Alright. Uh, give me a sec.
[he ends to call; to Jess]
Nicky: We’re good, just… I’ll get rid of him.
[Nicky opens the door to Owens without his shirt on]
Owens: You’re still sleeping? I thought you were meeting with McEwen.
Nicky: I am. Later.
[Owens notices the unmade bed in Nicky’s room, he pushes past Nicky to enter the room]
Owens: There’s a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable. I like to be on my feet. I’ll lie down when I get cancer, or if I fuck. Both of which will be done on my back, in case you were wondering.
Nicky: Um, no, actually, I…I wasn’t wondering. But thank you for sharing that.
Owens: Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You wanna tell somebody to fuck off, tell them to fuck off. Don’t say, “Gee, what a great jacket.” It’s weakness.
Owens: That is a messy bed.
[he enters the bedroom and Jess slips out the other door]
Nicky: Yeah, I don’t sleep well.
Owens: Someone here, son?
Nicky: Who you calling “son”?
[we see Jess desperately trying to find somewhere to hide]
Owens: You know why you don’t sleep well?
Nicky: No, tell me.
Owens: You with your iPhones and your smartphones and your laptops and computers. All of which produce nothing but a barrage of useless information. Fucking Twitter. As if anyone actually cares that you’re eating a turkey sandwich for lunch. Sorry. Panini.
Owens: Satire. Fucking panini.
Nicky: Look, um, are we done?
Owens: You might be. Who’d you pick up at the airport?
Nicky: What, Garriga has you fucking following me?
Owens: I got people there.
Nicky: My computer guy.
Owens: Why? Is there a problem?
Nicky: There won’t be because he’s fucking here.
Owens: I got a little red hair on my taint that tickles when something’s afoot. And lately, I’ve been scratching my nethers like a fucking macaque.
[Owens walks over to the balcony windows and Nicky stands in front of him]
Nicky: Okay. Look, there’s no reason for anybody to panic and start getting bent out of shape because we’re getting to the end.
[Owens looks at Nicky indicating he wants to look at the balcony, Nicky reluctantly steps aside and they walk over to the balcony finding no one there]
Owens: Nice day.
[as Owens walks back inside Jess quietly calls out from the other balcony]
Nicky: How the fuck did you do…? Back here.
[he holds up seven fingers]
Nicky: Uh, guess your taint was wrong.
Owens: Enough of the pleasantries.
[he leaves a box for Nicky, turns and starts walking towards the door]
Nicky: Hey, nice jacket.
Owens: Fuck off!
[checking Garriga’s software]
McEwen’s Tech: It’s real.
McEwen: Gordon! Gordon!
McEwen: Fucking you, mate. You’re my new fucking favorite person, fella. I fucking swear you’re fucking six inches fucking taller and twice as fucking handsome since you walked in here!
[tapping the bag of money his assistant just brought over]
McEwen: There you go, son. Lap it up.
Nicky: My pleasure, Mr. McEwen.
[Nicky takes the bag of money and shakes McEwen’s hand]
Nicky: I wish you the best of luck.
McEwen: Friends like you, who needs luck? Now fuck off!
[driving in his car as selling McEwen the software Nicky calls Garriga]
Nicky: Mr. Garriga.
Garriga: How did it go?
Nicky: It’s done.
Nicky: I wish you the best of luck.
Garriga: With friends like you, who needs luck?
[he calls Jess]
Nicky: Jess, letting you know, uh, I left a key for you at the desk. See you at seven.
[we see Nicky selling the same software to numerous investors until finally returning to his room]
Nicky: Jess. Jess.
[Nicky gets a text saying “You’re burned, leave now”, Nicky stays in his room waiting for Jess, but she doesn’t show, Nicky finally decides to leave when he opens the door and Jess shows up at the same time]
Jess: Sorry I’m late.
[Nicky doesn’t reply]
Nicky: Nothing. Let’s go.
[they leave together]
[one of Garriga’s men rams into Nicky’s car as he’s leaving with Jess, he takes the two of them to Garriga’s warehouse, holding them hostage]
Garriga: Do you really think I’m such an amateur that I would not have someone with McEwen? Someone to keep eyes on you? Hm? Twenty years in this business teach you never to be too careful.
[he takes the duct tape off of Nicky’s mouth]
Garriga: He is my secret weapon. Now, imagine my surprise when Gordon showed me what you sold to McEwen. Not some fake softwares, as we discussed but my plans, my designs. The real EXR! Stolen from my servers, stolen from me! What’s more, you sold it to McEwen for three million euros. But in these bags, there is twenty-seven million euros! Which means you sold it to everyone! This is my reputation. This is my standing. You’ve made me look like an amateur!
[he starts strangling Nicky but finally lets go of his throat]
Nicky: That’s what you get when you hire a con man.
[suddenly Owens punches him in the face]
Owens: Thieving piece of shit.
Garriga: How did you get the information? Hm?
[he pulls the chair Jess is tied towards him]
Garriga: And what did she have to do with it? Huh?
Nicky: Alright. Nothing. Alright? Listen…
[suddenly Garriga holds Jess’s nose, stopping her breathing as her mouth has got duct tape on it]
Garriga: Tell me. Hm?
[Garriga continues to hold on to Jess’s nose, making her struggle to breathe]
Garriga: Hm? Tell me!
[Nicky watches Jess struggle to breathe as Garriga’s stops her from breaking]
Nicky: Leave her the fuck alone! I’ll tell you! I…I have a guy.
[Garriga lets go of Jess’s nose]
Nicky: He cracked your encryption. He found a back door into your server. It was actually pretty easy, you should probably fire your IT guy.
Garriga: No! No. You used my login. My password.
Nicky: Computer tries every possible combination.
[holds up a small device]
Garriga: This generates a new password every fifteen minutes. It never leaves my sight.
Nicky: How did you get it?
Garriga: Who the fuck cares, man? It’s done.
[he grabs Jess’s nose again]
Garriga: Tell me! I want to know how!
Nicky: Let her go!
Garriga: How? How? How?
Nicky: Let her go!
Nicky: It was her! It was her! Alright? It was her! It was her.
[Garriga lets go of Jess’s nose]
Nicky: It was her. But she didn’t know. She didn’t know anything.
Nicky: Your security was tight. It was tighter than I expected. I thought I could break the key, but I couldn’t. Then I saw Jess at the party, and when I found out that the two of you were together, I knew she was my in. So I used her. And I’ve been using her.
[Jess looks at him with hurt shock]
Nicky: You see, there’s a science to getting people to trust you. With women, it’s all about emotion, connection. That you feel the emotion as strongly as they do. They’ve been dreaming about that shit ever since they were little girls.
[we see flashback of how Nicky set Jess up to meet with Farhad]
Nicky: With her, it was shared history. A friendly face, set her off balance. Helps diffuse aggression. Start discussing emotional shit, they’re disarmed. Now they’re open.
[we see flashback of when Nicky is sat having a drink with Jess]
Nicky: You know you got ’em when they start to unconsciously mimic you. A head nod, a hand gesture. It means you’re in sync. Sociologists refer to it as the Gauchais Reaction. And then you move in for the kill. You tell them how they’ve changed you. Changed how you see the world. Then you close. A talisman.
[we see in flashback when Nicky gives Jess the necklace]
Nicky: A gift that says, “You’ve always been in my thoughts.” The necklace had a wireless keylogger in it. All I needed was for her to enter your room. And when she did that, I had what I needed. Picked up on your keystrokes. I logged in to your computer as you and downloaded everything about the EXR.
[looking at Jess]
Nicky: I’m sorry.
[Jess shakes her head with tears running down her face]
Nicky: But it was not her fault. She had no idea. She got fooled. So why don’t we let her go? And me and you can do whatever the fuck you need to do.
[Garriga starts laughing]
Garriga: I think he’s lost his mind.
Nicky: What’s funny?
Garriga: More bullshit.
Nicky: What is so funny?
Garriga: More lies.
Nicky: What the fuck is so funny?
Garriga: What’s so funny?
[Garriga takes the duct tape off of Jess’s mouth]
Jess: Garriga’s not my boyfriend.
Jess: I hardly even know him.
Garriga: She’s just a race skank.
Jess: What’s a race skank?
Nicky: But I saw you…
Jess: No. You saw what I wanted you to see. You taught me that, remember?
Garriga: She’s been driving me crazy. Hanging around, flirting, teasing. The minute I try to get her up to my room…
[we see flashback of Jess at Garriga’s party]
Jess: But I have a headache.
[then when they were at the pool together]
[back at the party again]
Jess: That time of the month.
[back at the pool again]
Jess: It’s like a crime scene. I have Scrabble in my room.
Garriga: A headache. A period. Right? The world’s longest period. She’s never even been in my room.
Jess: We’re so screwed.
Nicky: What the fuck?
Jess: I was trying to make…
Nicky: What the fuck, Jess?
Jess: I was trying to steal his watch.
Garriga: This watch?
Nicky: You’re not still doing watches.
Jess: It’s a Piaget Emperador, it’s worth two hundred grand.
Jess: I’d been on him for a week, I was waiting for my chance, and then you showed up.
Nicky: You are so much better than watches, Jess.
Jess: It’s what I am good at and I like it!
Nicky: Okay. No, no, no. When…when you came to my hotel, he had roughed you up.
[points to Owens]
Jess: He had roughed me up.
Owens: She was stealing from him.
Jess: He caught me charging Garriga’s credit line and scared the shit out of me.
Garriga: This is really fucking unbelievable.
Nicky: You did all of this to make me jealous?
Jess: No, some of it was payback for New Orleans. But, yeah, to make you jealous.
Nicky: I cannot believe you lied to me.
Jess: You can’t believe I lied?
Nicky: Can’t believe it.
Jess: You can’t believe I lied?
Nicky: I can’t believe it.
Jess: Oh, that’s so rich from you. So rich.
Nicky: That’s what you wanna say to me?
Jess: Yeah, because there’s always a job. Always a job.
Nicky: Be sure. Because I just tried to save your life.
Jess: By lying! Because you’re always lying, Nicky! I don’t know when you’re telling the truth. And now we’re dead.
Nicky: Fuck. She’s right. You’re right.
[chuckles to himself]
Nicky: Here’s the thing about lying. Here’s the problem: Fucks up all your options. Paints you into a corner.
Owens: What the fuck you talking about? Are you out of your mind?
Nicky: And then you’re forced to do some really dumb shit.
Owens: You wanna die?
Nicky: Well, if I die, I wanna die telling the truth. And if I lie, I wanna lie like normal people lie. I want my wife to say, “Hey, honey. Do I look fat in these jeans?” And I wanna say: “No, sweetie. You look terrific. You should wear those.” That’s how I wanna lie. But this… If I’m done, I’m gonna tell the truth.
Nicky: So, Mr. Garriga, I’m gonna tell you the truth.
Nicky: And you are not gonna like it at all. About a year ago, I pick up the phone…
[suddenly Owens shoots Nicky in the chest]
Garriga: What the fuck are you doing?
Owens: I couldn’t take another fucking word.
Owens: You’re next, honey.
[he points the gun at Jess’s head but Garriga pulls his hand away]
Garriga: No! Are you crazy?
Jess: Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
Garriga: What the hell were you thinking? Huh?
Jess: Fuck you.
Garriga: What if somebody heard?
Jess: Nicky, look at me. Look at me. It’s okay.
Garriga: This is your mess! You clean it up and keep me out of it.
[Garriga leaves with his thug, Nicky looks like he’s about to die]
Jess: I don’t know what to do. Please. Please, please, stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. No, no, no. No. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. It’s fine. Nicky, look at me. Look at my eyes. I love you, okay? I love you. Please. Please, don’t do this. Please. Please. I trust you.
[she starts weeping]
Jess: You cannot leave me again. Please, do not leave me again. Please.
[Owens walks towards them and suddenly Jess hits him in the leg]
Owens: What the fuck? You want him to fucking die? What kind of a piker are you, for Christ sakes?
[sees Jess looking confused]
Owens: Oh, shit! Didn’t he tell you I was on the inside? Jesus. You must be terrified.
[he cuts the ties around Jess’s hands]
Owens: It’s gonna be okay. He is not gonna die, do you hear me? He is not gonna die. Probably. You see, you shoot between the third and the fourth rib, just about eleven o’clock off the left nipple. Here. Hold pressure on that. Hold pressure on that.
[pulls Jess’s hand on to the material on top of Nicky’s wound]
Owens: That misses the heart and the major arteries. It does, however, puncture the lung. Let me in.
[pushes Jess’s hand away]
Owens: There we go.
[he puts duct tape on Nicky’s wound]
Jess: Is this Toledo Panic Button?
Owens: Oh, maybe you’re not such a piker after all.
[he turns Nicky over and puts duct tape where the bullet had gone through the back]
Owens: Left untreated, you got about ten minutes before you drown in your own blood. But you patch it up, you account for the cavity pressure.
Jess: Oh. Oh, God.
Owens: And then…
[Owens starts getting the blood out of Nicky’s lung using a plunger]
Owens: There we are. There we go. There we go.
[Nicky starts to breathe]
Owens: There’s my boy.
Jess: Oh, Jesus.
Owens: There’s my boy.
Jess: Are you okay? Oh, Jesus.
[to Jess, getting her to hold the plunger]
Owens: Here. Hold on to that. Hold on to that. You keep your eye on that. If he can’t breathe, you pull the plunger again. Okay?
Owens: Good Lord, I cannot believe that you made me shoot you. And then for what? So that you can make cow eyes at some race skank!
Nicky: She is not a race skank!
Jess: I’m not a race skank!
Owens: You die with the lie, Mellow, and you still just might.
Nicky: Fuck you. Don’t call me Mellow.
Owens: Jesus H. Christ.
Jess: You’re his dad?
Nicky: In the loosest fucking possible terms.
Owens: I’m Bucky, by the way.
[he shakes Jess’s hand]
Owens: You know, I like you, honey. You can take a punch.
Owens: And there it is. Well, tell you what, you steal us a car, and I’ll gather up the money.
Jess: I can’t steal a car.
[Owens drives Nicky and Jess to the hospital]
Owens: I’ve been working for this prick Spaniard for three years and he’s got a guy at McEwen and doesn’t tell me? What the hell ever happened to trust?
Jess: Are we almost there?
Owens: I bust my ass to get you that EXR crap and… Aah. And then the girl walked in.
Nicky: Don’t be an asshole.
Owens: That any way to talk to your father?
Nicky: You’re not my father. You walked away.
[Owens stops the car near the hospital]
Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade, I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work you turned into a good person. Well, I just… Go figure. And I left you on the street for a good Goddamn reason.
Nicky: Because I was soft.
Owens: Oh, that just shows what you know, you dumb son of a bitch.
Owens: We had a good thing going. And then one day, like seven years in, we’re running this poker deal in Boston, .and a guy pulled a gun. Fucking gun. Glock. First time I’d ever seen one. And I’m just…I’m paralyzed. And all I could think about was the kid. That night I walked, I never looked back. Love’ll get you killed in this racket. No place for that shit here. No happiness with that. You know how they say there’s honor among thieves. Well, you’re no thief, Mellow. You made your choice. So I’m taking the money.
Owens: All of it.
[Owens gets out of the car]
Jess: Well, that explains a lot.
Nicky: Yeah, that’s Dad.
[to Owens who’s taking the bags of money from the trunk of the car]
[knocks on the car window]
Owens: See you at Christmas.
[Owens walks off with the bags of money]
[last lines; getting Nicky out of the car]
Nicky: One, two, ready? Okay, that’s good, that’s good.
[starts helping Nicky walk towards the hospital]
Jess: Okay, almost there.
Nicky: I don’t know what we’re gonna do now.
Jess: We’ll be fine.
Jess: Trust me.
[Nicky stumbles as they walk towards the hospital]
Jess: Oh. I got you.
[as they keep walking Nicky notices that Jess is wearing Garriga’s watch on her wrist and smiles]
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