Do you have a shot?

That's your fault.

Okay, you gotta nisi shot.

Please advise.

Stand by.

Roger that.

Purchase report.

Shit.

Yeah, he's off.

It stops.

What the fuck happened?

Accidental discharge.

E just got bit by a fucking rat.

Accidental discharge.

Who got shot?

Wasn't writer?

No, it was Ramos Booth money there yet?

Yes, Yes, right.

Shoot.

Any motherfucker that moves.

It's an order.

Share your orders.

You hear me, Rider?

Okay, now somebody else has to die.

Two people, maybe all of us.

Did you hear me?

I heard you.

But you gotta understand the circumstances.

They're different now for you.

You got to rethink that.

You gotta adapt.

No, I gave you instructions and you know the consequences.

Don't you have a plan B?

Plan B is enforcing.

Plan A in the minute.

You stop believing me, motherfucker.

That's it.

I believe you.

But you gotta believe and understand that those cops are gonna be down that tunnel and next to you any second brilliant man.

Let them unload their guns.

I don't care.

And what's the point of that?

What's the point of that?

I told you.

We all Oh God of death.

And now it's two minutes past the deadline.

Two minutes.

Which means two people almost three have to go.

They have to die.

The money's there, Writer.

Nobody else has to die.

The money is there.

E don't know what you Oh God!

But I could tell you you can't pay him in cash.

You never see a U haul behind the hearse writing.

And the Egyptians tried it.

It doesn't work.

You can't take the money with you, Rider.

You can't take the money with you.

All this talk of God, I I think I need to pray.

Give me a minute.