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Do you think you can come over here, fuck me, and leave? |
- Come on. |
- You got someplace better to go? |
Don't talk like that. |
Come on. |
- You all right? |
- Yeah, sure. |
You believe me? |
Do you believe me? |
Do you believe me? |
- That the last one? |
- Yeah. |
You lying son of a bitch. |
I hate you! |
Please stop feeding the dog from the table from the plate on top of it. |
Stop it. |
- I have to. |
- You don't have to. |
I got to go home. |
What do you mean, you got to go home? |
I've been carrying this all day. |
We got to start taping it to your leg. |
We got to go soon. |
I got to go home and get my hat. |
Forget your fucking hat. |
Are you kidding me? |
So I need a trip to Rockaway because you want your hat? |
I need it, I got to have it. |
It's my lucky hat. |
I never fly without it. |
Lois, do you understand what we are involved in here? |
I don't care. |
I need my hat. |
I won't fly without it. |
What could I do if she insisted I drive her home for her goddamn hat? |
I hid the package in the kitchen and went to take her home. |
A hat? |
What the fuck is this? |
Police! |
Freeze! |
Don't you move, you motherfucker or I'll blow your brains out. |
Shut the car off slowly. |
For a second, I thought I was dead. |
But when I heard all the noise, I knew they were cops. |
Only cops talk that way. |
Don't fucking move. |
If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a thing. |
I would have been dead. |
Michael, lock the door! |
Talk to me. |
When was the last time you took a collar? |
Fuckhead, I'm talking to you. |
You don't want to say a fucking word, don't. |
I don't really give a fuck. |
You'll do 25 years. |
See how much of a good guy you'll be then. |
All day I thought the guys in the helicopter were local cops busting my balls over Lufthansa. |
They turned out to be narcs. |
Just get the lawyer. |
They'd been on me a month. |
Phone taps, surveillance, everything. |
You know the boys. |
All the pals are here. |
You don't want to talk to me, you'll have a problem all night. |
Each one of these counts holds 25-to-life in New York State. |
Twenty-five fucking years, pal. |
I'll slap your fucking head inside out. |
What, were you guys grocery shopping? |
Are we going to make a cake? |
You going to make a fucking cake? |
You got anything good in there? |
Is it good? |
Bye-bye, dickhead. |
See you in Attica, dick. |
I spoke to Jimmy. |
He offered to give me some money. |
He just wants to know what's happening. |
He just wants to talk to you. |
Fuck Jimmy and his money. |
I got to straighten out everything with Paulie or I'm dead, Karen. |
Then you're better off staying in here. |
They could whack me in here as easy as outside, maybe even easier. |
They're afraid I'll rat them out. |
People are already walking away from me. |
I'm dead in here. |
You got to get me out. |
Karen finally got her mother to put her house up for my bail and I was out. |
I remember I had this feeling I would be killed right outside the jail. |
I knew Paulie was still pissed at me, and he's such a hothead. |
And I was worried about Jimmy. |
See, Jimmy knew if Paulie found out he was into drug deals with me |
Paulie would have Jimmy whacked even before me. |
This is the bad time. |
I didn't feel safe until I got home. |
Now my plan was to stay alive long enough to sell off the dope the cops never found, then disappear until I can get things straightened out. |
Karen! |
Fuck! |
- Where's the stuff I left, Karen? |
- I flushed it down the toilet. |
You what? |
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