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to be comin' across...
aren't hittin' their figures.
How are we gonna
kick it up above...
if it doesn't flow
into us first?
You figure they're holdin' out
or Just not earnin'?
Not earnin'?
There is no not earnin'.
You think people
stopped f***in'...
and stopped bettin' and stopped
borrowin' this month?
What the f***'s the matter
with you? You don't get it?
Someone's stealing from us.
Look, Pop,
Nah. Nothin' for you to sweat.
We're workin' it out.
Come on. Teddy,
would you help me out here?
You said it yourself.
Outside of Brooklyn,
no one's gonna give me a shot.
What are you complainin' about?
You drive a Cadillac.
Look, Pop, l got a handle
on the low-level stuff...
keepin' the taxis running,
overseeing the crap games...
the odd union meeting,
but it's time.
I'm ready to step up.
If you're Jammed up here...
there's gotta be somethin'
l can do, right?
You brought us the sandwiches!
What else can you do?
Listen, l'll see you later.
Hey, Tony.
These ladies--their check
is on us today, OIK?
Of course.
For dessert,
you can go powder your noses.
Just leave your numbers
with Tony.
Listen, Chris,
not for nothin'...
but your old man's
not gonna like this.
He says no more checks
on the arm for random broads.
You're hurtin' him too much
ever since that bachelor list...
came out in the "Post."
What do you want me to tell ya?
The ladies love me.
What's up?
Why is it every Junkie
thinks newspaper cleans glass?
Couldn't tell ya.
Here ya go. Thanks, chief.
No, don't do that.
That's extortion,
for Christ's sake.
The window's even dirtier
than it was before.
Come on,
what's the matter with you?
Guy's got the worst Job
in the world.
mop boy at Show World.
I'll tell you what,
l'm not moppin' up spooge...
but it's not that fun
for me anymore.
I never thought
l'd have a f***in' Job.
5 days a week--Iunch and dinner.
Man, when l was growin' up...
I didn't see him running
no diner room lunch and dinner.
You got that right.
he sat there at the Bergen...
sippin' his espresso
and countin' money.
Yeah, but he had to get out.
You know that.
Another conviction,
he'd be gone for life, right?
With a small piece
of a restaurant...
and all the hassles
of his old life.
Bad press. Fed surveillance.
Liquor board shakedowns.
Not to mention people whispering
when we walk into a room.
Face it, Chris.
To regular people...
we're stone f***ing goombahs,
you know?
But to knockaround guys,
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