Ben: Come on, we need to move.
Policeman: Ben, we found the suspect you wanted us to pick up. Not only was he holding, but he was higher than a goddamn kite.
Ben: Book him on public intoxication. Twenty-four hour watch.
Okay, Evans. Your baby brother's out of the line of fire. Let's do this.
Hi, Pam. What's up?
Pamela: It's my baby. She's sick, and I don't have insurance.
Pamela: She tested positive for Hep C.
Ben: You said you were clean. You promised me!
Pamela: As soon as I knew I was pregnant, I stopped using. I swear. I'm out of the life.
Ben: Don't worry about the baby. I'll figure something out.
Pamela: Thank you, Ben. Thank you.
Ben: How many of these punks are we going to find in there? Two? Five?
Kim: Two, outside.
Eddie: And inside?
Kim: Could be twenty.
Eddie: Shit. This could get messy, man.
Kim: There's the house.
Eddie: Looks like a real shithole.
Kim: Two outside. Just like I said.
Ben: Guess you know the neighborhood.
Eddie: So let's go inside and find the party.
Suzy: Lil Mike picked me up last night, and the motherfucker robbed me.
Ben: Why are you hanging with the Rolling 50s, Suze? That Lil Mike's an asshole.
Suzy: Tell me about it. Slapped me around and said I wasn't worth paying. Said I should pay him and took my goddamn purse. Five hundred, Ben. You get that back for me and I will return the favor. You know I will.
Gangster 1: What the fuck!
Ben: I'm kicking your ass old school.
Gangster 1: Who are these assholes?
Gangster 2: I'll kill you, motherfucker!
Ben: Leave him. Upstairs! Move!
Time for an old-fashioned beat down!
All right. Let's go! Toss the place.
Kim: What are we looking for?
Eddie: Anything worth anything.
Ben: Cash, drugs, guns. Smash anything we can't carry. The whole point is to piss these assholes off.
Over here! Come here!
Yeah, a little bonus.
Eddie: Oh shit, these boys are going to be pissed.
Ben: Madder than a gut shot bear. Let's tag the place and get the fuck out of here.
Kim: I can't believe I'm doing this.
Eddie: We're just stirring the pot a little bit.
Ben: Let's get out of here.
Eddie: They got a little spider infestation up in here.
Kim: Shit! Do you hear that?
Ben: Time for an old-fashioned beat down.
Gangster 3: Don't let them get away!
Kim: I can't do this. This is not right.
Ben: It's us or them. Downstairs. Get behind something.
Gangster 4: Here they are!
Eddie: Into the fucking cross fire?
Ben: Blitz them!
Eddie: Where the fuck are we, man? Which way's the car?
Ben: Shut up! Christ!
Eddie: Where's our motherfucking car?
Kim: Left! Behind!
Gangster 4: You're fucking dead [inaudible 00:05:00]!
Eddie: Don't fuck with you. Check it! Ahead.
Ben: Everybody ready.
Gangster 5: Get them.
Eddie: Guess that's all of them.
Looks like you got this.
Didn't think they'd ever stop fucking coming.
Ben: They're here already!