donnelly. - [sighs] - mr. reese, i'm afraid you're on your own now. carter just had a visit from your old colleagues in the cia. - copy that. [door opens, closes] - hey, tommy. - johnny. [grunts] [groans] - that's for shooting me in the back. - [grunting] - that's for murray. where's the platinum? - [laughs] i'm not telling you. - you won't get away with this. you have no idea who you're dealing with. - you think? i'm just as smart as every one of those jerks. - tommy, you were clean. you had a wife, a kid, no prior record. but you threw it all away. why? - because every day for the last ten years, i've protected other people's money, and i have nothing to show for it. nothing. - so the world owes you, is that it? - no, it doesn't. i figured that one out. took a while. you know what else i figured out? hauling around all that money-- you get what you take. the thing about striking out on your own, tommy, is that's usually how you end up. - oh, yeah? i think you got that just about right. [gun clicks] - hi, tommy. - hi, babes. help me get rid of this m