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- Da. Five.

- Yeah.

Well, then... is good.

Old slim here's gonna be ready

to rob and roll before you know it.

Go on, close him up.

An honor and a pleasure, my friend.

- Is this guy family or one of your goons?

- Not family.

No. Make the stitches big.

No one in my family

is stupid enough to get shot five times.

Yeah?

Tell him to get

the f*** out of the way the next time,

because I don't plan on sticking around

to help him sort out his social life.

So, you leave soon?

I don't know, Akim. Do I?

Boss says two days. Three at most.

That sounds like an excuse, babe.

It does, right?

I mean, that's an awful lot.

Still, it's gotta be nice, right?

Having a surgeon on call?

All private and such?

Well, that is me. Miller time.

How about you, Akim? Want a little drink?

Black Russian, maybe?

If he say

he get you out of country, he get.

It's delicate.

Maksim has to be careful, yes?

He doesn't want trouble

from military police.

You are a-hole.

AWOL. Yeah.

See, I'm AWOL. You're a-hole.

Expensive to make

American soldier disappear.

Especially now. Lots of work.

But he likes you, Cactus. Relax.

Is not going to be problem.

Oh, goody. 'Cause the sooner I am out of

this sh*t stain of a country, the better.

If you hate Germany so much,

why are you here?

He joined a fraternity. Wanna-be-a-papa.

Don't be a f***in' AWOL.

Bag.

We're trying to keep this

as relaxed as possible, Mr. Bell.

You can be seated, you can stand.

It really doesn't matter.

Um... I'll sit. I'll stand.

I mean, I'll sit.

Do something, man.

- My name is Sam Bell.

- So is mine! So is mine, pal!

- Hey, come on!

- Order!

- Come on!

- It's my name too.

- Order!

- Yeah.

Are you strict?

Amish.

You turned away from the TV.

You're a strict one.

We've all got vices, my friend.

- Shut up!

- I understand...

I watch

too much of this sh*t anyway.

Hey.

Hey!

What does a guy have to do

to get service?

There's no table service.

Are you serious?

- There's no table service. You order here.

- It's like three f***in' feet.

Such a...

Man. All right.

Okay. All right. Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna be all right.

I would... Hold on.

Could I get a cappuccino?

Just give me a bonca

fucka-fookin'- f***in' coffee, would you?

You work at Dreams, right?

I heard you got in a fight

the other night with some limeys.

Now, I'm not the kind of guy

to get between a man and his grudge,

but don't do that again.

I'd really appreciate it.

I need those a**holes.

At least for another week.

Hey! Mine's bigger than that.

Did you spit in this?

Hey, dummy. What'd you do with Naadirah?

Where is she?

Leo, this is Nicky.

He runs Maksim's business

across the street.

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