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You got a job?

Cosimo needs a Mullinski.

He's willing to pay 10 large for it.

Ten large?

That's two bucks a jar.

I can't. It's impossible.

I got the kid, for chrissake.

- Where's your wife?

- Seneca.

They gave her a year for fraud.

Even with a newborn.

They set her fine at 1000 bucks.

Christ.

We're so broke, she had to do the time.

A year for 1000 bucks. I know.

You know, they've got

a fabulous nursery at Seneca.

- I was born there.

- We're in a real pickle.

We need a Mullinski.

We need one fast.

You're not gonna...

You're not gonna get an ex-con

for grand-theft auto.

You need somebody with a clean record

so the judge'll go easy on him.

Jesus, it's not like

the old days anymore.

You guys know Pero?

Baby coming through.

Baby coming through.

Baby coming through.

Baby-f***ing-coming through.

Here, let's put this on you.

- Are you out of your lunatic mind?

- What?

- Cosimo won't share his job with them.

- It was an accident.

- I was talking, my mouth slipped.

- He's gonna kill me for this.

He's gonna kill me.

- I'm not going to prison for that fool.

- Not even for 15 grand?

- You told us 10.

- My boxing career's about to take off.

- You're fighting a priest.

- A tough priest.

You rather I fight a woman?

Tonight, I fight a priest.

Tomorrow, I fight

for the championship.

- This jackass is our last chance.

- Maybe sweeten the deal.

He's this close. I say we go

equal parts on another 1000.

A thousand dollars

would get my wife out.

What is it with you guys?

You gotta spend money to make money.

Man, she's right. If we don't

spring Cosimo, there's no job.

We'll go 16,000 on the deal.

I don't need it. When my career takes

off, I'm spinning on this neighborhood.

- Mahlovic, you're up! Let's go.

- All right.

See you after the fight.

Pero, buma- ye!

I'm so pretty. I'm so pretty. Come on!

Cosimo Cosanawowski, for attempted

grand-theft auto, you are sentenced to...

- Stop the proceedings! Stop!

- Order. Order.

- Hold on! Hear me out. Hear me out.

- Remove him.

Please, Your Honor, I'm here to confess.

That man is innocent.

Your Honor, I can no longer live

with the guilt.

It was me who was stealing that car.

I confess.

My brother Cosimo, Saint Cosimo,

as he's known on the streets...

...was only trying to stop me.

I told him:

"Cosimo, I mean to steal this car.

I am a car thief.

I steal cars. By myself."

I'm gonna kill you!

- Wait. Hold on.

- You're the worst Mullinski ever.

Not only that, you added six months.

Six months to my sentence.

Six months. Six months.

Who cares about six months?

I just got three f***ing years, man!

I want my money back. Otherwise,

you're gonna die in this prison.

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