But then he died lol :P

Long story short, they fucked up. Fucked up bad. So, shots were shot and in the end some random guy was dead, some other random guy went to prison and I ran away with the money. But that is not really what you came here to hear, I know. You want to know what they all want to know. That's the only reason you even came here, right? And you, of all people. Right. I know. Its ok.

You want to know why I did it.

First off, I'm gonna tell why I can tell you-- I'm an old man. I won't live much more. Don't give me that look boy, it ain't gonna do nothing. I'm old. It's ok. So why I did it. Son of a bitch had it coming, I'll tell you that. I know it ain't nice to hear that be said about your old man, but I knew Franky and you didn't. You were just a baby back then, now I don't know what your momma told you, but your pop was no saint.

“I rather not be around when shit hits the fan” your pappa used to say. Meaning he was not looking for trouble. Only thing was, he was always looking for trouble, he just wasn't looking to be around when the shit and the fan collided. Oh well, he was around when that happened allright, that last time. And shit hit the fan real hard.

So it was the summer of 89, and your dad came up with this real sweet deal. We was always coming up with sweet deals and last jobs. So this was to be another last job, we were gonna stick a bank. Leave the country with a shitload of unmarked bills and live happy ever after. But there ain't no happy ever after boy, I'll tell you that.

Pass the lighter. Thanks. No, it's ok. Kinda late to quit, ain't it? Fuck it.

Franky was a lazy fuck and a freeloader. Sorry kid, he was. Clever, though. Sharp as a Swiss army knife, he was. All he had to do was get a car. He figured the whole thing out, and let all the tricky parts to someone else. I got the guns. Back then I had a thing for AKs. Loud motherfuckers. Scary motherfuckers. You wield one, it shows you mean business. It shows you do this shit for a living. AKs meant something back then. Now every other nigger is got one. Or two.

So we do the all the planning and shit and the big day comes. It was a sunny day, fine as they come-- we-- we--. No, no. It's ok. No, don't call the nurse. No need. You want to hear the story or what? I'm ok now. Just need a minute. And another smoke.

I got three AKs from Sammy. You now Sammy. Really? He dead? Well, son of a bitch had it coming, too. Yeah, cancer is a bitch ain't it? Smoked like a chimney, Sammy did. Sneaky fucking russian.
I got ripped off. One of them lacked a hammer. A hammer kid, the bit that hits the primer. Shit boy, you really don't know shit. Means the piece of shit did nothing but look scary. That it did well, at least. Poor Tom found out too late though.

Anyway, you dad got a 76 chevy from... I-- I-- you know what? I think I could use the nurse this time. No, wait. Wait. Shit boy. I guess you ain't gonna know why daddy-- oh. Ah, damn. I-- oh fuck... I'm sorry kid, I am. Really. I-- .