are you sure?
ok asshole. you owe thirty grand. now what are you gonna do?
double or nothing? are you fucking out of your mind?
take your money? this guy will blow up your house and everyone in it!
fuck strawberry. you're gonna end up owing 60 g to a homicidal maniac!
do you have the money?
don't bullshit me.
this psycho can.
you're a fucking joke, you know that? he's been waiting for the money since the fucking game ended. and i've been waiting here since -- forget it. listen up. you're gonna get us both fucking killed. you know that!
you do know that he's gonna blow up your house, kill your wife and kids --
he's gonna kill you, man. do you hear me, motherfucker? you. dead. get it?
how's the case going?
the fucking rapists, man. the punks who raped that nun. the $50,000 reward from the church! remember?
that 50 g could help you --
you've really got a problem.
here. look i'll give you the psyho's number you call him yourself and tell him wnat you want.
you couldn't pay 60. you lose, you'll be in for 180. to a guy who kills people for nothing.
i was supposed to meet him at midnight with the 60. it's already 1:00 am. be careful. i mean it.
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all right. what are you gonna do?
how about 7 1. 2?
hey motherfucker! take that backfire up the ass!
fuck you.
no.
all right, cop. i want my money.
what about the money you owe me on yesterday's game?
let me think about it.
ok, cop. i want you to give yourself and your friends on the force a message. tell them i've got my own reasons to be very interested in whomever did the job on the nuns. i'll double the church reward if you bring those punks direct to me. 100 g cash. get it?
here's the deal: you meet me tonight across from the garden. 33rd & 8th. at the beginning of the ninth inning. we'll listen to the end of the game together. you bring your cash, i'll bring mine.
i forgive you.
i forgive you.