Transcrição (en)

What are you gonna do, strong army? You know, I think that you got the wrong impression about me. I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance, tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and walk in and see you. And if you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your fucking head wide open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm coming out of jail, Well, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again. Because I'm fucking stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. And we know what you do, don't we, Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it. Hey, you fat Irish prick. You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my money or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep. Sam. Never mind. Fucking Sam, this is personal. I'll be there in the morning. You can fucking try me, fatso. You fucking try me. This guy is going to run to the FBI, Nick. Your fucking head is getting bigger than your casino. That your problem pal I knew what he wanted and I didn want any part of it Nicky wanted to take over He wanted to go after Gadgie go after the skim go after everything and everybody Plus he had stopped asking permission from back home for every little thing. And when some guys who didn't pay their Shylocks began disappearing, Nicky's name was in every one of those newspapers. Frankie, they found a guy's head in the desert. Do you know about that? Yeah, I heard you. Everybody's talking about it. They're making a big deal out of it. It's in all the papers. What are you gonna do? And I mean, that's no good. You gotta tell them to take care of things a little better. I'll tell them, Remo. Fucking bosses. I mean, they're smoking their denoblers and they're eating adrip and fucking soufre. You know, fried pig's guts. While if I wanna talk private, I gotta go to a fucking bus stop. But hey, what do they care? As long as I keep sending money back. Yeah, but they're complaining. Let them complain. I'm the one who's here. I do all the work. Somebody don't like it, fuck them. It's up to you. Hey, want a fucking war? I'm ready. I know one thing. All I gotta do is take care of four or five of those fucking guys. The rest will fall right into place.