hey manny.
want some new snatch? a pussycat name of yolanda just rolled onto the boulevard ---
she look like you 'cept she got a snatch.
you're not kidding. it talks. as they chatter, tony moves on with a movement of the head for manny. "later."
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everything okay tony?
probably fucking his wife. jeezus it's cold.
yeah?
whatcha talking 'bout tony, you ain't gonna die.
okay, okay.
she did boss. she did it every fuck= day, i swear!
he's gonna get out! hurry up, hurry the fuck up!
oh jesus christ! jesus christ! what the.  tony swerving the sedan back across the avenue, the traffic around them honking and moving along at its normal pace as the shadow's body slumps down out of sight, another monday morning traffic accident with blood and brains splattered up against a passenger window and nobody really sees.  except a six-year-old girl in an adjacent vehicle; she wonders momentarily, then dismisses it.
come on. we gotta get out of tony, here. come on baby. gina!
boss, what we gonna do now?
boss ! hey boss. open up! on the monitor we see chi-chi suddenly spin and open fire down into the foyer. return fire decimates him. a grenade goes off, blows him up against the door.