Abigail - Unexpected Revelation About Kristof Lazaar's Daughter
Joey: [''Frank walks away to front door with Joey and others following''; ''Grabs Frank'']
Whoa. Hey. What happened? Hey! You can't just leave without telling us what's going on!
Frank:
What's going on"? What's going on is that we are fucked! That little girl is Kristof Lazaar's daughter.
Rickles:
Shit!
Sammy:
Who's Kristof Lazaar?
Frank:
Who's Lazaar?!
Dean:
Bruh, that's an urban legend, man. Calm down.
Frank: [''drops his bag'']
No, dude. He's not a fucking urban legend. He's very fucking real, believe me. Nobody even knows how big his fucking empire is.
Sammy:
So he's, like a crime boss?
Rickles:
He controls a lot more than just crime.
Joey:
Is Lambert fucking insane? He just put a death mark on all of us. Including himself.
Sammy:
What if we just, like, you know, like, give her back and say sorry?
Frank: [''Sarcastically'']
Oh, yeah. "Here's your daughter Mr. Fucking Antichrist! We're really sorry! Hope she's not too traumatized! Let's play a round of golf sometime"!
Sammy:
Fuck you, Frank.
Peter:
This isn't the time for sarcasm, okay?
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Abigail - Establishing Ground Rules for the Task
Lambert:
For those of you that don't know, I go by "Lambert". You all came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations are paying off.
Peter: [''Setting handcuffs on Abigail on a bed'']
All right, sweet dreams. Okay.
Lambert: [[w:Human sexual activity|the grab-ass]
You know the rules. No real names, no backstories and keep ] to a minimum. It's a 24-hour job and the hard part is already over. Now you babysit. But the only one that sees the girl is this one. So she hears only one voice. The rest of you... get comfortable. Questions?
Joey:
Yeah. Who's the girl?
Lambert:
You don't need to know her name.
Joey:
I don't care about her name. Whose kid is she?
Frank:
The fuck's that matter to you?
Lambert:
A very wealthy man. Who's about to become $50 million poorer. Look, you're safe here and to be completely certain that you can't be tracked, I'm going to collect your cell phones.
Dean:
Nobody's tracking me.
Frank:
I'm not taking any chances. Give them over.
Lambert:
In the bag.
Sammy: [''Tooling on her phone''; ''Lambert grabs it and Sammy pulls it back''; ''Lambert snatches it away'']
One second, I gotta send this real quick. Thank you, just-
Peter: [''Deposits phone in bag'']
Thank you.
Lambert:
Keep the doors and the girl isolated. Anything else I can do for you before I leave you to it?
Peter:
Uh, how come we can't use our real names?
Frank:
So if any of you fucks get caught, we can't rat out the others.
Dean:
Yeah, dumbass.
Peter:
You asked the same questions in the van.
Lambert: [''Points to each crew individually''; [w:Rat Pack|Frank. Dean. Sammy. Peter. Joey and...]
You want names? Fine. ]
Rickles:
Damn. The man got his pulse of pop culture.
Lambert: [[w:Don Rickles|Don fucking Rickles]
And you're ]. You happy?
Rickles:
Not really.
Dean:
Who the fuck is Don Rickles?
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