Run All Night

they pass through without inspection.

What exactly is your product?

Heroin.

99% pure. The very best in the world.

And my son told you

I'd be interested in this?

Very interested.

The business has changed, Mr. Grezda.

Twenty years ago, I made a living

the same way we all did.

Couple big scores a year,

but mostly I was a grinder.

Now, you want to lay down

on a few ballgames, you came to me.

You want to open up a butcher shop

and the bank said "f*ck you" on a loan,

you came to me.

You know what that butcher shop

is today?

- No.

- An applebee's.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I've had to adapt to the times.

I am a legitimate businessman now.

I know your business, Mr. Maguire.

That's why I'm here.

You're wasting your time.

Hey, hey. Wait! Come on, now.

Pop, just listen to what he has to say.

You haven't heard the offer yet.

Two million dollars up front. After that,

you'll receive 20% of all the product

you allow to pass safely

through the port.

The answer's no.

Take the night to think it over.

Once you've considered it more carefully,

you'll realize the mistake you are making.

How do you think I survived

in this business for 35 years?

Everyone I came up with is either dead

or locked up in federal prison

waitin' to be buried.

I don't make mistakes.

It's Christmas time.

My friends are here to celebrate with me.

Get the f*ck outta my house.

Take this shit with ya.

Guys. My old man. I don't even know

what just happened.

We paid you to guarantee

your father's support.

Just let me talk to him, all right?

I'll get it all figured out.

I'll be stopping by your house tonight...

to pick up our money.

You know what happens

if you don't have it.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, guys.

Fucking garbage. I hate Albanians.

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