| Who's this guy? |
| Joe's buddy. I figure the boss'll have plenty to ask him too. |
| You search 'im? |
| Yeah. He ain't got nothing. |
| Just to be sure. |
| Whoa, what's this? You didn't search him too good. That's a lot of cash. |
| Shit, must've missed that. |
| This belongs to Frank, I'll hang on to it for now. |
| Your buddy had a shitload of cash on him too. Why you carrying so much 'scarole? |
| Your old lady gave it to me for a "job well done"-- Know what I mean? |
| Funny. We'll see who's laughing by the time we're done with you! |
| Take him upstairs to the eighth floor. You'll have to use the stairs-- The elevator's busted again. They're trying to fix it before Frank gets here. |
| Shit, that's a lot of stairs. Just fucking great. |
| Hey, Pete, look, stairs ain't my thing... I got arthritis... And asthma. I'll just wait for you here. |
| Oh, for chrissake! |
| Alright, move it asshole! |
| Don't worry, the guys are in the building. Even if he gets away from you he's got nowhere to run. |
| Fine. Come on, dickhead. |
| You go where I tell you, nice and easy. If you try to run away, both you and your buddy are gonna get it, so think twice before you do anything stupid. |
| How's Barbaro doing? |
| He's still upstairs, holding on. He'll spill the beans before they're done with him though. |
| What are they gonna do with him then? |
| Probably give him a concrete bath. smirks Construction's a "risky business" you know. |
| I'm gonna go check upstairs. |
| Be my guest. That's a lot of stairs... |
| They had Joe and they were gonna kill him. I had to help him... but I had to be careful. |
