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- All right, cool. - All right.
...you sign off on the club's gun charges and my mom.
- We're good. Cool.
I got a little problem, Luke.
It doesn't matter how many of us go. We're gonna need cash to pull it off.
What are you doing?
What are you talking about?
Come on, come on. Hurry up.
- McGee, can I ask you something? - Aye.
You wanted me?
Who the hell are you? Hola.
Can't do shit here.
There's deliveries to Stockton Prison every week.
How is she?
Come on. Everyone out. She needs rest.
Bound to happen, I guess.
Jesus.
Need us to back you up?
- Act Mexican. - What do I do if I see something?
And I'm supposed to just trust you, huh?
Oh, shit.
...mother to mother. She'll know what that means.
...well, then I may be able to help you.
- How are you? Good. - Good to see you.
Yeah.
Still asleep.
That attitude is really not going to serve you.
I'll be fine. There's not much more this bitch can do to me.
Hey.
And me, Jackie. You ain't doing this alone.
Then Salazar and the CL rolled up.
Who's Maureen Ashby?
Just take your word on this deal of a lifetime.
You're still in one piece.
...went up north.
How was your phone call?
- It's not starting. - Piece of British shit. Check the battery.
Too old to run.
Supposed to turn myself in this morning.
Just kiss my ass. How do I know you ain't some bill collector?
All right. We're good.
I don't know, man, but this whole block's gone derelict.
Yes.
That's why I'm here, Gemma.
No.
You need to slow that down.
Everything except save him.
We both know you're looking at a transfer...
He's a little paranoid, so just let me deal with this one.
Is this the van?
That's unbelievably cruel. I did everything I could.
Yeah, I'm the picture of health.