There you are. Looks like your day went long.
Hutch Mansell
It was a bit more... big. Bit more than the prep said it would be. The data card.
It was a straightforward snatch, Hutch.
Hutch Mansell
It started as a straightforward snatch. [flashback to elevator] You guys having fun at the convention?
Asshole, we’re not here for the **** conventionǃ [Hutch grabs thug's gun, shoots and fights all thugs in elevator]
Oh, my.
Please! Someone help usǃ [Hutch rips phone out, uses it on a thug, hands it back and then takes a data card from nerd's jacket breast pocket]
Right. Straightforward snatch.
Hutch Mansell
Yeah. Until the Corsicans showed up with Uzis. Wait. No, they had MP7s.
Corsicans, huh?
Hutch Mansell
With MP7s.
Well, we always suspected there might be another interested party in the mix.
Hutch Mansell
Only one? [flashback of thugs arriving in a parking garage who fight Hutch]
Brazilians?
Hutch Mansell
Yeah.
With machetes?
Hutch Mansell
The sharp kind.
Oh, my.
Hutch Mansell
Yeah. "Oh, my".
Well, I’d say it was worth it. Because this checks out. Which brings you 800 grand closer.
Hutch Mansell
And how much more do I owe?
30 million, give or take. [snaps fingers to subordinate who hands over a folder with The Barber sliding it on a table] Your next mission.
Hutch Mansell
I can’t.
Hutch... I’m trying to help you pay off a debt. One we very graciously paid on your behalf when you burnt all the Russian’s stack of money. At the rate you’re going, you’ll have paid off the obshchak by spring.
Hutch Mansell
Gonna take a va... [squints and winces] I’m gonna take a break.
Good luck. [gets up and walks past Hutch]
Hutch Mansell
What do I need luck for?
You... take a break? This job is in your nature, and nature always wins. Wherever you go... there you are. [in flashback, Hutch pushes aside a thug and reads a bumper sticker; "I had a helluva time in Plummerville"]
