sure. you got a deal.
absolutely. you have your man call me to set the meet.
i don't want to involve extra people. what the fuck do i want all kinds of people meeting each other for?
nice talking to you.  van zant hangs up. he's a tall avuncular man with a flabby belly and arrow shirts: an accountant. hugh benny, a very large juice collector, is in the office.
so word hits the streets it's okay to steal my stuff? i'm gonna kill the sonsa-bitches.
give me your number and somebody will call you right back from a different line to set the meet.
yeah. who's this?
this kid i sent to straighten you up on the money.  didn't call. is .  uh.  everything alright?
what?
it's a lot of money! what are you doing?
i don't understand.
who are these people? huh?!
not a thing.
yeah. sure. not hearing bothers me more.  where's this guy?
i been living in this office day and night. what's with your friend?
that's reassuring.
how the hell should i know?