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- Jesus, Caesar.

What? It ain't

no big f***ing deal.

I know who Don hires.

You know, he did time himself.

13 f***ing years.

What did you do?

- 5.

- 5. That's not bad.

What for?

None of your

goddamn business, Caesar.

Right. It's none

of my goddamn business.

You don't have to tell me.

Look, it's just...

I want you to understand

one thing, all right?

You're amongst good people here.

Come on. Come on.

If you understand what I'm

talking about, you'll take it.

If you don't, then I'm

gonna have to worry about you.

Good. I hate to worry.

I got ulcers.

- I should be going.

- Why?

Nah. Stick around.

Get her a drink.

No. I got to go

clean out my brushes.

Another time.

Right. Another time.

Corky, Corky.

What are you doing?

- I had to see you.

- Look...

I don't think

this is a good idea.

- I wanted to apologise.

- Oh, please, don't apologise.

I can't stand women

who apologise for wanting sex.

I'm not apologising

for what I did.

I'm apologising

for what I didn't do.

You have a bed somewhere?

I can see again.

I needed that.

- So Caesar's Mafia, huh?

- You have to ask?

- No.

- Funny.

Nobody really calls

it that anymore.

Caesar just calls it

"The Business".

- How d'you meet him?

- Took over a club I worked at.

Caesar managed it.

- He's a launderer?

- Basically.

- How long you been with him?

- About 5 years.

- 5 years is a long time.

- Yes, it is.

- The redistribution of wealth.

- Excuse me?

That's what you wanted to know,

isn't it? What I did time for?

The redistribution of wealth?

That's what I tell someone

I'm trying to get in my bed.

But I'm already in your bed.

My cellmate would say she did

her time for getting caught.

She was always

a lot more honest than me.

You didn't have to tell me

if you didn't want to.

I guess I wanted to.

- I'm glad you did.

- So am I.

# Let me tell you

about a girl I know

# She's my baby

and she lives next door

# Every morning

before the sun comes up

# She brings my coffee

in my favourite cup

# That's why I know... #

You think I don't know

that he's gone?

Come on. Just...

I have to leave tonight.

Come on. Don't make

me beg, Violet.

Oh, come... 2 Minutes. Da-dink.

You look great.

I had this image of you...

inside of me,

like a part of me.

You are so beautiful.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Yes, there is.

You didn't want

to see me, did you?

If there's one thing I can't

stand about sleeping with women,

it's all the f***ing

mind reading.

I don't understand.

I know.

Violet, that's because

you can't understand.

We're different.

We're not that different, Corky.

Ahh, let's see.

This is the part

where you tell me

what matters is on the inside,

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