| Forbes: |
Of course, you can't kid a kidder. Hey, Vic! |
| Forbes: |
So, Vic, you wanna hear about a little plan that is going to make us three very rich? |
| Victor: |
So, what's the risk? |
| Forbes: |
Well, let me put it like this: you will not be handling any drugs. All I need you to do is keep the cops busy while Lance and I steal some merch' off the scum who brought it into this country. |
| Lance: |
The drugs are already here, so we ain't drug trafficking. |
| Forbes: |
Exactly! You're just the decoy. All you gotta do is make the police think you're carrying. They can't arrest you for that. |
| Victor: |
No, but they can shoot me. |
| Forbes: |
Don't be ridiculous! |
| Lance: |
Yeah. Come on, man! Come on. |
| Forbes: |
Vic, you'll be fine, rich and fine! |
| Victor: |
Alright, let's do it. |
| Victor, Lance and Forbes leave the apartment to find a van located in a parking lot near the Moist Palms Hotel. Upon finding the van, Victor drives it to a warehouse in Little Haiti, behind the Print Works. As they drive the van into the warehouse, two cops watch them over. Victor parks the van next to another van, which is identical except for the color. |
| Lance: |
This is gonna be the decoy van. Come on, Vic, you drive. |
| Victor: |
This van's the wrong color, Forbes. |
| Forbes: |
Relax, it's nothing a little paint can't fix! |
| Time passes as it shows the decoy van being painted the same color as the drug-filled van. |
| Lance: |
This van is good to Van Gogh! (laughs) |
| Forbes: |
Yeah, funny... Vic, take the decoy and lead the cops away from here. We'll let you know when we're home free. |
| Lance and Forbes get into the drug van, while Victor gets into the decoy van and leaves the warehouse, now having the cops on his tail. |
| Lance: |
(on radio) Breaker, breaker, what's your twenty? |
| Victor: |
For Christ-sake's Lance, speak English. |
| Lance: |
(on radio) Uh, yeah... We're on our way. Keep the cops busy. |
| Victor keeps the cops busy by being a decoy, until Forbes and Lance are more than halfway through. |
| Lance: |
(on radio)*We're nearly there. Just a little longer.
*Don't give up, man. Not much further now.
*Hey Bryan, can we stop for a burger? |
| Victor survives being chased by cops until Forbes and Lance reach their destination. |
| Lance: |
(on radio) We're there! Ten-ten, let's do it again, big cowboy. Lose the smokey, Vic. You're all done. |
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