Raw Deal Page #3

I'm gonna kill

that bastard.

Excuse me. Could you move

to the side a little bit?

- Your lights.

- Thank you.

Oh, sh*t!

It's costing us a lot of money

to get together like this...

because now my time

is won'th as much as yours.

- Worth more.

- Hmm?

- You got less of it.

- I gave you the courtesy of this talk...

because you worked

for me a long time.

Like I said,

close down everything and get out...

or one morning you

are gonna wake up dead.

Luigi, I got employees, obligations...

There's plenty for both of us.

There's no "both of us. "

There's just me.

- You got two days.

- And then what? Back to work for you?

You don't work around here

anymore for me...

or anybody.

Auggie, let's move one out.

You got it.

Get down! Move it!

F***ing Lamanski! Who the hell

does that son of a b*tch think he is?

- He thinks he can take me outjust like that?

- Come on!

That bastard's crazy!

He's a f***ing amateur!

He learned nothing from me!

- I'm still okay, right?

- Yeah.

Just a waste

of f***ing bullets.

Tony was a good kid.

Make sure you get

a good replacement for him.

You son of a b*tch!

- Hey, you got the wrong car, pal.

- Shut up.

Hey, you know

who it belongs to?

Yeah, a guy who is probably gonna be dead

before it's out of warranty.

- What are you doing here?

- Waiting for you. Drive.

- What do you want?

- Take off all your jewelry.

- Do you know who bought all this stuff?

- Martin Lamanski.

He has good taste in jewelry,

but you've a rotten taste in men.

Come on.

Gonna mess up your hair.

Attagirl. Keep going.

F***ing sh*t!

You took my lunch, you son of a b*tch!

Good evening, sir.

Down.

- There is no down.

- Hey, I'm not a cop.

I'm a player.

- A martini on me.

- Get you a drink?

- Oh, bartender.

- Yes, sir, a Manattan.

Yeah, another one.

What do you need?

Couple of minutes

with Mr. Rocca.

- Not possible.

- Tell him I'm the pain in Lamanski's ass.

Wait here.

- You're working for Morgan and Company, right?

- Richard's supposed to meet us.

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets.

Cards?

- Losing improves your character.

- Winning improves your wardrobe.

Again, place your bets,

ladies and gentlemen.

Cards?

Go on in.

What's your name?

Joseph P. Brenner...

Joey.

And you're the pain

in Lamanski's ass, huh?

Wasted one of his joints

and took down a couple of his bag men.

And this stuff

comes from his girlfriend.

What'd you bother

with that for?

Intimidation.

Let him know that nothing is safe.

What are you

trying to prove?

Joey, this is Max Keller.

Max takes care of things...

all kinds of things.

- Trying to prove that maybe you can use me.

- For what?

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