Yeah, all baseball-cap, FUBU jacket, wearing "tax preparers" in a residential neighborhood sit at the head of a dinner table while the hot "receptionist" (who sits where?) answers the ("converted to a tax preperation busienss") house's front door behind which is hiding yet another person -- go back and watch again.
As for advancing cash, yeah, 'cause what lender wants a peper trail...
This shoulda ended more like Reservoir Dogs or any Russian tradgedy.
Last edited by HockaLouis; 02-16-2013 at 06:49 PM.