Nick:
[Casey calls Nick in the car after found out about the drugs in the briefcase]
Yeah?
Casey:
I just wanna know one thing what kind of fucking drugs you're on?
Nick:
What?
Casey:
I wanna know what kind of FUCKING DRUGS YOU ARE ON THAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD BRING FUCKING SMACK INTO MY HOUSE?
Nick:
The briefcase was closed, Case.
Casey:
Yeah? Sue me.
Nick:
It wasn't very trusty if you go through my shit.
Casey:
This ain't exactly meant to borrow when you trade countier B, you've brought that shit in my house, in my home. Where you were invited to into as my FUCKING GUEST. You know what they did in Ancient Rome when a visitor violated somebody's hospitality? THEY CUT OFF HIS DICK AND THEY NAILED IT TO THE FUCKING GATE.
Nick:
You see this is why I didn't wanna tell you. I knew you'd have a little enthusiasm for this deal. I have a little business to finish up here in Houston and I wanted to tell "adios" face to face.
Casey:
I want you to penal your ass back here, pick up your shit and get the fuck out of my house.
Nick:
No can do, buddy. I appreciate your situation but I told ya I have a little unfinished business to take care of.
[Connects a silencer on his gun]
Casey:
Through what?
Nick:
Little unfinished business.
Casey:
If you're not back here in fifteen minutes you're gonna have to pick up your shit for the police evidence room.
Nick:
And tell them what? Your ex-partner had a step by with a basket full of goodies and you felt it was your moral obligation to turn them in? I don't think so.
Casey:
Look, you lying piece of shit! Right now I have a little trouble coming up with reasons not to BLOW THE BACK OF YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF.
Nick:
You don't sound like that happy suburban that I saw this morning. Don't forget...
[Knocks the phone on the wheel]
Nick:
never can tell, they can listen us in. Just watch my shit, Case, I'll be back in a couple of hours, I'll pick my bags and I'll split.
Casey:
Watch your shit? You're not hearing me, Nick, get...
Nick:
Sorry, Case, time's up, gotta go.
[Hangs up]
Casey:
Nick? Nick? Nick?
[In anger starts smashing the phone]
Casey:
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
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