L Lambert
For those of you that don't know, I go by "Lambert". You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off.
Peter
[Setting handcuffs on Abigail on a bed]
All right, sweet dreams. Okay.
L Lambert
You know the rules. No real names, no backstories and keep the grab-ass to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one. So she hears only one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?
Joey
Yeah. Who's the girl?
L Lambert
You don't need to know her name.
Joey
I don't care about her name. Whose kid is she?
Frank
The ****'s that matter to you?
L Lambert
A very wealthy man. Who's about to become $50 million poorer. Look, you're safe here and to be completely certain that you can't be tracked, I'm going to collect your cell phones.
D Dean
Nobody's tracking me.
Frank
I'm not taking any chances. Give them over.
Sammy
[Tooling on her phone]
One second, I gotta send this real quick. [Lambert grabs it and Sammy pulls it back] Thank you, just- [Lambert snatches it away]
Peter
Thank you. [Deposits phone in bag]
L Lambert
Keep the doors and the girl isolated. Anything else I can do for you before I leave you to it?
Peter
Uh, how come we can't use our real names?
Frank
So if any of you ****s get caught, we can't rat out the others.
Peter
You asked the same questions in the van.
L Lambert
You want names? Fine. [Points to each crew individually] Frank. Dean. Sammy. Peter. Joey and...
Rickles
Damn. The man got his pulse of pop culture.
L Lambert
And you're Don **** Rickles. You happy?
Rickles
Not really.
D Dean
Who the **** is Don Rickles?
Frank
[The crew is having a meeting in the basement over the discovery of Dean's decapitated corpse]
What the **** were you doing down here anyway?
Sammy
I couldn't sleep. I heard something.
Frank
What, you just had to come and check it out, huh? You think I could do that?
Joey
Be honest. What does that look like to you?
Frank
It looks like a **** wild animal ripped him apart. No, no, no, I'm not fu- We're not **** going there. Oh, ****.
Sammy
Why are you all acting so weird?
Joey
There are stories about Lazaar's hit man.
Frank
Can we not do this, please?!
Joey
Valdez.
Rickles
I heard a story once. Three of Lazaar's top guys got pinched a few years ago. The FBI flipped 'em. Night before the trial, they were all holed up on the top floor of a hotel. A dozen agents in the next room and two on the door. Next morning, FBI goes into the room. All they bodies are ripped apart... limbs... and organs missing. Decapitations. That his signature. Valdez. He's a **** animal. And there was no way in or out of that room except for the front door or the 23rd window. So how'd he do it?
Sammy
Bullshit.
Rickles
It's not **** bullshit.
Frank
That's not the first time I heard that story.
Joey
We'd better check on the girl.
Joey
[Frank walks away to front door with Joey and others following]
Whoa. Hey. What happened? Hey! [Grabs Frank] You can't just leave without telling us what's going on!
Frank
"What's going on"? What's going on is that we are ****! That little girl is Kristof Lazaar's daughter.
Rickles
Shit!
Sammy
Who's Kristof Lazaar?
Frank
Who's Lazaar?!
D Dean
Bruh, that's an urban legend, man. Calm down.
Frank
[drops his bag]
No, dude. He's not a **** urban legend. He's very **** real, believe me. Nobody even knows how big his **** empire is.
Sammy
So he's, like a crime boss?
Rickles
He controls a lot more than just crime.
Joey
Is Lambert **** insane? He just put a death mark on all of us. Including himself.
Sammy
What if we just, like, you know, like, give her back and say sorry?
Frank
Oh, yeah. [Sarcastically] "Here's your daughter Mr. **** Antichrist! We're really sorry! Hope she's not too traumatized! Let's play a round of golf sometime"!
Sammy
**** you, Frank.
Peter
This isn't the time for sarcasm, okay?
