| Ready, Vito? C'mon, let's go get these fucks. |
| We'll get that bastard, I swear it! He'll pay for what he's done. |
| And what about what you've done? Everything would be fine if you hadn't come up with that stupid fucking idea of yours. |
| Have you got a problem?! |
| Damn right I do! You're the high falutin' wee gobshite that got our lads killed! Why didn't you just kill Scaletta yourself?! |
| I told you! I chased him, but I lost him! That coward ran away! But I'll find him, and when I do... |
| You were the one who ran away, asshole. |
| Ah fuck! |
| You... You've got some balls... |
| Yes, I do. |
| Hey, there's more of 'em in that car! Let's go, they're getting away. |
| Alright, come on. You drive. |
| Come on, Vito, faster! We're gonna lose 'em. |
| Step on it, Vito, he's getting away. |
| Let's go, Vito! We gotta get closer. |
| Ahh shit, we lost them. Ah come on, let's just get out of here. |
| Fine... I need a drink anyway. |
| That takes care of that. Stupid fucks... |
| Alright, that's enough excitement for one night. Let's go home and have a drink. |
| You see what happened to these guys!? Same's gonna happen to the rest of you if anybody says a word to the cops. You got me? |
| Good... Now why don't you all go home spend some time with your kids, so they don't end up like this garbage here. |
| Nice speech. Feel better? |
| Much better. |
| Hey, we might as well get some cash out of this, right? Check the counter! |
| But hurry it up, the cops are gonna be here any minute. |
| Well, that takes care of that, huh? |
| Yeah. But it don't give me my house back. |
| Don't worry. Business is looking good, you'll have the cash for a new one real soon. |
| Yeah, I sure as hell hope so. |
| Alright, let's go back home. |
