| You ain't even gonna give me a tip? |
| You want a tip? I'll give you a tip. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. |
| Always the gentlemen, huh, Joey? |
| Hahaha, just get the fuck out of here already. |
| Hey, Gina! Wanna come join me? |
| Hey! I hope there's room for three in there. |
| Oooh, a little bo-bo-bo-lesbo... |
| Alright! Lesbos... Nice. |
| Oh! A little bush bumping in the tub, huh? |
| n_ Ah, ah, fuck, ah! Ah, fucking asshole, ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck you! Get off of me! Fuck you! |
| What the fuck's going on!? |
| Shit, that's Henry! |
| What the fuck are they hitting him with?! |
| You slanty eyed motherfuckers! |
| Fuck! Who the fuck does something like this, Vito? Them people are fucking sick! |
| Look at this, Vito. You fucking believe this? |
| Shit! Who the fuck does something like this?! |
| Shit! Who the fuck does something like this?! |
| Who do you think? |
| Goddamnit! |
| Goddamnit! |
| Goddamnit, Henry! |
| Money's gone too. |
| Money's gone too. |
| They killed him, Vito. They killed him. |
| Joe, c'mon... We gotta get out of here. Cops'll take care of Henry. |
| Hey, hey! That's the old guy who sold us the dope! Wong! |
| Fucking Chinks... C'mon, let's go! We'll take my car! |
| Now we know where to find him. |
| Let's get in there and take him out before he disappears with the money. |
| Hold on, we gonna need some serious firepower first. |
| We can either go to Harry's or we can kill these fucks right now. Just say the word. |
| Sorry, gentlemen, this place for member only. |
| Here's your fucking membership fee. |
| Goddamn it, Joe! Can't you listen to me for once? |
| No, I can't! You seen what they done to Henry. |
| You're dead, you slanty eyed fuck! |
| What is it that you want? |
| What the fuck do you think we want?! |
| We want to know why you had our friend killed. We also want the money you took from him. |
| I had no choice. Your friend was a government informer. |
| What the fuck are you talking about?! |
| What?! |
| Our contact inside the Federal Bureau of Narcotics told me that Henry Tomasino passed them information about our deal. |
| That's a fucking lie! |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa - you saying Henry was a rat? |
| Yes, but not anymore. |
| That's bullshit! It makes no sense. And I suppose you had nothing to do with the little stick up after we closed the deal with you either, right? |
| You think we would take such a stupid risk? And destroy our own factory? That was just another reason to get rid of you. We had problems with you from the very beginning. |
| Oh, yeah? Well, all your problems are just about over, pal. So where's our money? |
| It's not here anymore. |
| What?! |
| Where the hell is it then? |
| I cannot tell you. |
| If you don't tell us, I'm gonna splatter your yellow brains all over this fucking room. |
| If I told you, I'd be dead anyway. |
| Fine, your choice. |
| n_ panting sounds |
| Are you crazy? |
| What'd you want to do, let him go or something?! |
| We could've gotten more out of him! |
| Fuck that! He wouldn't have said nothing. These bastards are tough. |
| Let's just get the hell outta here before the cops come. |
| This deal was a total fucking disaster. |
| Tell me about it. |
| Henry's dead, we don't have Bruno's money, we killed half the Tongs... And if they think Carlo sent us, that will mean war. |
| Pff, we're fucked. |
| Yeah... And if Carlo finds out we got him into this mess... |
| What if Henry really was a rat? |
| No fucking way. Don't even say that. Look, first let's get the money for Bruno. That'll fix at least one problem. But I'm done for today. I need a drink, I'll call you in the morning, we'll figure this shit out. |
| Alright. |
| OK, I'll see you later. And Vito, be careful. |
| Henry's different these days, the guy's got a real.... What the fuck? |
| n_ |
