There she goes
Leaving you again.
Bloody fickle, that one.
You want bloody? We can do bloody.
A street kid.
Starts out stealing DVD players in East L.A.
Ends up heisting $100 million in Rio.
Not bad, huh?
It's a good story, isn't it?
Almost inspiring.
See, what I couldn't fathom is
Why he's not relaxing on a beach somewhere
with that cute little Brazilian number.
Instead...
He's working with a two-bit government hack like Hobbs.
And then I realized...
He has a weak spot.
We all got a weak spot.
You know...
when I was young
my brother always used to say,
"Every man has to have a code."
Mine:
Precision.
A team is nothing but pieces you switch out until you get the job done.
It's efficient.
It works.
But you?
You're loyal to a fault.
Your code is about family.
And that's great in the holidays, but...
it makes you predictable.
And in our line of work, predictable means vulnerable.
And that means I can reach out and break you whenever I want.
At least when I go, I'll know what it's for.
Well...
At least you have a code.
Most men don't.
So...
I'll give you a chance:
Take your crew and walk away.
That's the only way you're going to keep your family safe.
Your brother never told you never to threaten a man's family?
It's a pretty stupid thing to do.
But I'll make it simple for you:
I walk away when she walks away.
Well then...
It appears this inspiring tale has come to an end.
If that's the way it has to go.