i knew his father. i liked his uncle jackie better.
do you know me?
i'm the guy who tells you there are guys you hit and there are guys you don't. that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but it's almost a guy you can't hit, so i'm fucking ruling on it right now that you don't hit him, understand?
i know you. i know your family. also i know you do another drug deal with your idiot fucking cop- magnet cousin i'll forget your grandmother was very nice to me and cut your fucking nuts off. you understand that?
now you know me.
what are you drinking?
what is it, your period?
get him a cranberry juice.
(sotto voce to well-
oh, what?
c'm here.
shoes off.
he's clean.
these days, who's reliable?
the costigans are talented in general.
i'm reliable.
ten million.
i thought she was.
she got reliable.
one too many.
where's your fucking license? i don't see no fucking license.
there's no such thing as a license, of course, but you definitely have to have one. if you are not being run by us you will be run by someone else, which means you will have let undesirable elements into mr. costello's area.
hey, that's jimmy bags. what the fuck you doin'?
then make more money or go out of business. this is america. if you don't make money you're a fucking douchebag. what are you going to do?
that's the spirit.
very interesting.
don't worry about it. guy didn't need need his teeth anyway. maybe if he was an eskimo. but in this country we eat a variety of items.
he knocked jimmy bags teeth out.
reaching for his cigarettes.
forty-eight hours from the time this phone first rings, you take the fucking chip out - like so - and you fucking destroy it. after three days a phone ain't clean. if you use a phone which is not clean, you will have a accident. you never call us. we call you. you got that?
i can't fuckin' hear you.
everybody out. move.
except sell the ching chongs a bunch of fuckin' plastic.
boss wants your real name, your social, your license number, all your bank account numbers.
i'm a cash business myself.
you fill in the papers, real name, all your numbers, no fucking around, and then we all wait here.
no, i ain't.
where you going?
francis.
go out the back. some guys answer the questions right. some don't.
don't believe what?