"NATHAN:" "Hurley says the money's in his car." "Impossible." "We searched every inch of that thing." "Apparently not every inch." "How did you break him?" "Uh, well, um... (MEXICAN MUSIC PLAYING)" "You took him out for tacos?" "Nate, you're enabling him." "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "I haven't slept in three days!" "I had a showdown with two different gangs, who now, by the way, know my face," "I sat on a bomb." "And all this could've been avoided had you gave the man a taco?" "Why are we even helping this guy, huh?" "Why don't we just turn him over to cops?" "All right, listen to me, guys." "I'm not saying we throw him a parade, but if we don't help him, he'll be dead by the end of the day." "So what's the plan?" "You know those guys who want to kill you, right?" "Yeah." "Oh." "Okay." "Good." "Hey!" "(STAMMERING IN PROTEST)" "Next on the list." "My back went out six months ago." "Couldn't work." "Doc said I need surgery, but I didn't have the money." "Then my supervisor called, said a customer from my route left a package for me at the office." "He really listens, you know?" "And when I told him that I wanted to be an architect, he was, like, all for it." "He just walked in, bought five grand in lottery tickets, then handed them back to me and left." "It was a brick of cash." "Like, an actual brick." "I won $250." "I'd have preferred the cash." "That's the thing about Jack." "He's not all bad." "(CELL PHONE RINGING) He did give some of the money to people in need." "You ever notice how all bad guys know at least one stripper?" "Hello?" "You know at least 100, so what does that say about you?" "I'll be right there." "(GROANING SOFTLY)" "What?" "What's wrong?" "It's the rehab center." "Jack, look at me." "I want you to take this pad and write a list of all these people, and go away and call them." "Apologize to them." "Relieve them of their burdens, and yours." "That's a good idea." "I need a pencil, too." "(EXHALING)" "(MUTTERING)" "Hey, thanks for the save back there, man." "I owe you one." "Well, the question is, what do we do now?" "I mean we can't go back to the center, we can't go to your place, they're probably waiting for you there, so..." "Maybe it's better that way." "(CLICKS TONGUE) I screwed up my life." "Michelle, that nice lady at the shelter?" "Before this all went down, I made her the beneficiary of my life insurance policy." "I die, everything's fixed." "Oh, now, come on." "You know, you said that you were giving away money like it was candy." "You must have a stockpile of it somewhere, right?" "I don't know, Tom, cash in attics?" "(TURN SIGNAL CLICKING) Why are we stopping?" "(INAUDIBLE)"