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- Should I go? - Oh, no. You can stay. But given you're trying to look like you're not in college, maybe try losing the hoodie? [mutters indistinctly] Look, I'll pay you a half a million in cash. And you get Doris a condo in one of those retirement places. You know, the ones with the golf carts, the wine and cheese happy hour, mah-jongg at six o'clock? Leave my mom out of this. - Oh, she'll love it. - I can sell you out for twice that. Well, you haven't in 18 years. - Meet me in Vegas in three days. - [sighs, clicks tongue] I'll give you a time and a place once I'm on the road. Vegas? Why Vegas? I can't tell my wife I'm taking her on vacation to Tempe, Arizona. - Vegas, I can sell. - You haven't told them? Are you mental? What, do you think it's that easy? What am I meant to do? Sit them down and tell them the whole story over French toast? Oh, hey, kids. You know what? Pass the maple syrup. By the way, your dad was a government assassin. I'll tell them when I'm on the road and safe. Three days, Augie.