pass him the money. franky hesitates for a second.
franky you know you have no choice. so please can we get on with it? franky knows discussion is futile. he flips the case open and pulls out a transparent plastic bag full of american dollars. the package is pulled out of the window, the driver doesn't move, we dissolve for a passage of time, the anxiety is more than obvious, but four fingers can do nothing. all of a sudden a package comes through the window and the car speeds off without waiting for an inspection of the delivery.
if you need a man in london then call this number. franky takes the card looks at it and repeats the name.
boris, boris can get you anything you need.
yes he's got it. he might call, he might not, but if he does be ready.
he can't know that it's you boris. we do too much business together. you're gonna have to get someone else to hit him and there is no way it can relate to us. you understand?
one more thing, he loves to gamble.