Vincent:
[Max and Vincent have pulled up outside El Rodeo, an LA nightclub]
Give me your wallet. Come on.
Max:
Give you my wallet. For what?
Vincent:
I'll hold it for you in case the people inside search you.
Max:
Who's searching?
Vincent:
The people inside. Go in, ask for Felix. He's expecting you.
Max:
Felix?
Vincent:
Yeah.
Max:
What does he look like?
Vincent:
I don't know. I've never met him.
Max:
Who is he?
Vincent:
He's connected to the guys who hired me.
Max:
I don't get it.
Vincent:
You destroyed my workups. Number Four is due. What'd you think? The night's over? Called on account of rain? You go in there. Say you're me. Score the backups. They'll be on flash drive or CD.
Max:
Me? How come you don't go?
Vincent:
I don't meet people. Risk management. Anonymity. I protect mine. You're not gonna' screw that up. I got a contract with they're bosses. These guys don't get to meet me. They don't know what I look like.
Max:
[hesitating]
If I don't pull it off, then...
Vincent:
They will kill you. Now, you've got ten minutes. At 10:01 I drive to the hospital and execute your mother on my way out of town. And don't pretend indifference.
Max:
I can't do this. I can't.
Vincent:
What are you talking about? Sure you can, man. Come on. Hey! Hey!
Max:
Look, man. If I do this, I'm just gonna end up getting other people killed.
Vincent:
Out of options, Max. Just take comfort in knowing you never had a choice.
Max:
How long have you been doing this?
Vincent:
Why?
Max:
Just in case they ask.
Vincent:
Private sector, six years.
