| Hey, here he comes. |
| Hey, Vito, take a seat. |
| Hey. |
| What's up? |
| Alright, listen. I've been doing some research into Carlo's business. |
| So? |
| So, the only reason he had Clemente killed was because he was selling dope too and he was stealing his customers. |
| Now he just needs to get rid of one last obstacle. The one guy who could fuck things up and ruin his plan to become the main supplier for the whole city - Frank Vinci. |
| Where'd you get all this? |
| I talked to a few people I trust. |
| OK, so what does this have to do with us? |
| Because... if he can do it, why can't we? |
| A kilo of heroin costs twenty-five hundred bucks over in France. Then it's another thousand bucks to get it here. |
| And? |
| And we pick up eleven grand for just driving the stuff to the dealers! That's seventy-five hundred bucks profit a kilo! |
| Hmmm. |
| Yeah, but what about Falcone? |
| Carlo won't find out. And even if he does, he'll just threaten us and demand a cut. |
| Alright, but if Carlo's the only big supplier in the city, where are you going to buy the stuff from? |
| I'm way ahead of you. What do you two know about about the Tongs? |
| The chinks? |
| Some kind of organization for Chinese immigrants, right? |
| That's what I said, the chinks. |
| Right. But it's also a front for their "other" operations. They run the Chinese quarter, and they keep to themselves. |
| But some of them are interested in doing business with outsiders, and they need middlemen since most people are afraid to deal with them. |
| And we're the middlemen... |
| Yeah. They'll give us ten kilos to start. |
| For how much? |
| Thirty-five grand. |
| And we can sell it for? |
| A hundred and ten. |
| Nice... |
| OK, well, where the hell are we going to get our hands on thirty-five grand? |
| I know a loan shark. The Yid over on Palisade. I think he'll loan us thirty-five if we give him forty-five back. Now that means our take is over twenty grand apiece. |
| Not bad for just moving the shit from one place to another. |
| Yeah... But you know, who's going to end up using this crap? |
| What do you care? As long as it isn't in our neighborhood. |
| Because Vinci was right! Drugs are bad news, they kill people. |
| Look, only idiots do drugs - deadbeats and losers. If they wanna kill themselves so badly, I'll gladly help them out. Especially for twenty grand. |
| I got buyers in the ghetto. They'll take care of the distribution, so we don't need to worry about that. Are you guys in or not? |
| I'm in. C'mon, don't be stupid, Vito. Twenty fucking grand in one afternoon! |
| Ah... When? |
| Right now. If we don't take the offer, the Tongs will just find somebody else. |
| Come on, Vito, it'll be a piece of cake. |
| Let's go see Bruno then. Vito, how about you run us all down there. He's on Palisade Street. |
| OK, let's go. |
| Hi, fellas. We're here to see Bruno. |
| Hiya, Henry. |
| If you got guns on you's, put 'em down there. I gotta search you's. |
| Hello, Henry. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company today? |
| Hiya, Bruno. |
| I need thirty-five grand in twenty dollar bills. |
| Ah, that's a lot of money, Henry, a lot of money. Tell me, why should I give that much to a small time guy like you, huh? Convince me. |
| I got a sure thing. You'll have forty-five by the end of the week. |
| What kind of sure thing? |
| Sorry, Bruno. That's a trade secret. |
| Then forty-five is not enough. I'd be more comfortable with sixty-five. |
| That's a bit steep, even for you. Fifty is all I can do. |
| Henry, Henry... I have no guarantee I'll get my money back, and you have nowhere else to go. So... How about sixty? Don't think of it as interest, it's more like my cut of the profits. |
| Fifty-five, final offer. Anything more than that, it's not worth my time. |
| Deal. I'll give you thirty-five thousand dollars today and you'll give me fifty-five thousand by Friday. If you don't pay it back by then, the debt goes up by ten thousand every week. |
| You'll get it by Friday. |
| OK. Isaac, prepare thirty-five thousand dollars in twenty dollar bills. |
| Now you know I trust ya, Henry. But if you screw me, remember these wise words from the Bible: |
| And my wrath shall wax hot, and I will kill you with the sword; and your wives shall be widows, and your children fatherless. |
| Exodus, Chapter 22, Verse 24. |
| Hehehe. I'm impressed. You don't seem like the churchgoing type. |
| Eh, but just remember, the money isn't mine, so even if you get rid of me, that doesn't get rid of your debt. So no funny business, OK, boys? |
| Sure, Bruno. |
| Thank you, Isaac. You want to count it, Henry? |
| I'll take your word for it. And I'll bring it back on Friday along with your "cut." |
| I hope so. Good luck, boys. |
| Welcome, Henry. |
| Hello, Mr. Wong. |
| Let us get straight to business. Is your suitcase heavy enough? |
| See for yourself. |
| Eleven pounds of twenty-dollar bills sir. Thirty-five thousand dollars. |
| Alright, take it away and bring the goods. |
| You're a good man, Henry. Here is your "merchandise." |
| Each bag contains one kilo. Each kilo weighs a little more than two pounds. Which one do you want to test? |
| n_ Lip-smacking |
| OK, we're good. |
| I'm glad. Next time, we can give you twice the amount. |
| It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wong. |
| The pleasure was all mine. |
| Knock it off. See how easy that was? Let's get back in the car. |
| Hello, gentlemen. |
| Fucking setup... |
| I think you have something for us... Drop the suitcases. |
| Hmm, nice shoes! |
| Wait a minute, these guys ain't cops! |
| Shoot, Vito! |
| Kill the bastards! |
| Shoot, Vito! |
| Kill the bastards! |
| Hey, guys, how are you doing? |
| Hey, man. Come on in. |
| Shit, good smoke, fuck... |
| We did it! We hit the jackpot... |
| Hey hey hey, take it easy, we're not done yet. |
| Lighten up, will you, Henry? What's the matter? All of a sudden, money don't make you happy? |
| After we pay back Bruno and you get your cut, then you could be happy. |
| Alright, alright. |
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