for a massage parlor bust? why am i here?
that's impossible.
because you cannot kill him.
eleven to seven he blows it.
you're giving away your money, fool.
what's so fucking difficult?
hello, sonny?
april fool, motherfucker.
returns the look with a stare that says, "don't fuck with me". jos raises his eyebrow and after noting the two handguns holstered in the waistband of her hiphuggers.
too fast. too many moving parts.
if we were for real, and knew our shit, we'd fade this one.
if you're down, we're down for the play.
they grabbed gina.
gina. like alonzo's wife.  cochi loco's got her.
have eyes on her. she's alive. moving in.
put down the detonator!
that's not what will happen. what will happen is.  . what will happen is, i will put a round precisely through the medula at the base of your brain, at an entry-point mid-distance between your upper lip and the bottom of your nose, and you will be dead from the neck down. your finger won't be able to twitch. do you believe that?
got gina. she's okay.