- Fix it? - Yeah. What are you suggesting? I'm suggesting we beat his ass. Jesus Christ.
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Peanuts?
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I'll get right to the point. The Bureau has been tracking a ring of violent kidnappers in this very neighborhood. And we have reason to believe that one of you may be their next victim. (RYAN LAUGHS EXCITEDLY) - (CHUCKLES) - MAX: That's terrible news. Contained within these dossiers are the clues you will require to find the kidnappers. You'd like for us to do that, yeah? The Bureau's... What's the Bureau's role in this? Maybe you guys could take my wife in for questioning because, apparently, she got a secret life - I don't know nothing about. - Baby, this is... Shut up, all of you!
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ANNIE: Gary! SARAH: Hello? I need an ambulance. Officer down. - ANNIE: Oh, shit! - MAX: Hang in there, pal. Hang on, hang on, pal. Hang on. You're gonna be all right. We're gonna get you to a hospital. Okay, look at me. Gary, look. You have got a lot to live for, okay? Do I? - MAX: Yeah. Yeah, yeah. - ANNIE: Yeah. I have no wife. - No friends. - MAX: That's not true. No, don't say that. You got us. We're your friends. You've got us. You don't even like spending time with me. Yes, we do. We just... We've been a little selfish, that's all. - Right, right. - I'm sorry about that. - (GROANS) - Oh, God. Oh, God. - (WEAKLY) Bastian. - MAX: Huh? Someone please take care of Bastian. Gary, you are gonna take care of Bastian yourself, okay? Listen. As soon as you get out of the hospital, you're gonna come to every single game night we have.
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Turn on belt? (GASPS) Turn on belt!
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Oh, shit. Um, uh... Okay, okay. Shit! Okay.
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Who the hell are you?
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(RYAN SHOUTING)
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Ooh. Honey, Gary. Don't mention game night, okay? Mmm-hmm. - Good evening, Max. - Hey, Gary. - Annie. - Hello there. Hi, Gary! Just checking the mail. Oh, yeah? Some people check it earlier in the day, but there's always a risk that the mail carrier hasn't come yet. This spares me the chance of a futile trip to the mailbox.
- Is that... - That's my brother. Get us in the air. Now!
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It's funny, you don't look like an asshole.
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Get off me! (GRUNTING) No! Oh!
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Not... Not sure. Ugh. I was joking. Oh. Okay. Yeah. Aren't you gonna say you were joking, too? - Do you want me to? - Oh, my God, - Stop it. - Okay, fine. It's two minutes to 12:00. Where the hell is this bridge? GPS says it's right around here, but I don't see it. Oh, oh. Oh. There it is. 4th Street. - Oh, shit! - (BRAKES SCREECHING) - (MAX GRUNTS) - (ALL GASP)
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No. No. Is that the fruit you were thinking about? Mmm-mmm. That's not the fruit. No. Hey, thanks for the assist. Yeah. I don't even know why I really did it. (CHUCKLES) Do you think it's 'cause you're falling for me? (BOTH LAUGH)
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Do I look like as asshole to you? No. One of us has to be the asshole in this transaction because otherwise I'd have my egg, and you'd have your money. But instead, we've wasted our night tracking you down.
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KIDNAPPER: You tell anyone we were coming here? MAX: No. I've got your egg. - You do? - Yeah, but we broke it. - What? - Well, it was a fake. But we have the list of names that was inside. That's what you wanted, right?
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- Oh, God. What is that? - What's that? ANNIE: Is that a blood clot? It's a blood capsule. - ANNIE: Huh? - A blood capsule? And that is how you do a game night. (CHUCKLES)