Get Lost/Script

Script

Stubbs: Nice place you've got here, Johnny - not quite sure I meet the dress code, but I think I like the smoking policy.

Johnny: What the fuck do you want?

Stubbs: Now, is that any way to treat a friend?

Johnny: Are we friends?

Stubbs: I think so. You've certainly seen me naked. You want a cigar?

Johnny: Do you wanna go fuck yourself?

Stubbs: Whoa, not particularly. But listen, your friend, Ray. Don't worry about him.

Johnny: Why not?

Stubbs: Apparently he and a lot of his associates are under some serious observation. And in the process of imploding. They'll either be dead or inside within a month or so. Best thing you can do - stay away from him.

Johnny: What about Billy Grey?

Stubbs: Yes. Well you've got a bit of a problem there sport. He's been talking inside. Thinks he can help pin a major drug dealing ring on you and your buddy in the chair. Thinks he's going into the Witness Protection Program, and if he collars you, you'll do fifteen years and he'll live in a condo in Arizona.

Johnny: Well I don't doubt that, Mr. Stubbs. But he's on the inside.

Stubbs: I know.

Johnny: And there's currently very large walls and armed guards between me and him.

Stubbs: Yeah, well. You're a smart guy, you'll figure something out. If you get into trouble, you call me when you get there, I might have something to help you with it.

Johnny: Good, I'll need it. Hey one more thing Stubbs... why you doing this?

Stubbs: I told you I was good for a favor.

Dialogue

(Johnny goes to the Alderney State Correctional Facility)

Prisoner: You're getting outta here, man? Aww haven't you enjoyed your time in the State's care?

Billy: What a fucking pleasure!

(Johnny calls Terry)

Johnny: Terry, man, we got to pay our friend Billy a visit. He's been talking. Bring Clay, bring all the fucking firepower you got, and meet me at the Alderney State Correctional. I'm waiting.

(Terry arrives with other members of The Lost)

Johnny: My brothers, this is the last time.

(Terry opens up his van)

Johnny: We ain't paying for this stuff, Terry. It's being used for the Club.

Johnny: You're gonna have to comp these weapons. They're needed.

Johnny: You're not getting cash for these weapons, man. Blame Billy.