10th & Wolf Page #4

You're gonna go to the cops?

When was the last time they helped

anybody from 10th and Wolf?

So you can't do that,

so what - you're gonna

go after whoever done

this yourself?

Then you die and your

kid ends up

in some foster home.

You want that?

I've got a seven year old kid

I can't feed no more.

What am I gonna do?

It's alright.

You want a job?

What?

A job. You want a job?

I'm not much of a dancer.

You think I'd put you up

on one of those stages?

No, we're looking for a bartender.

I don't know how to

bartend either.

Well good. That means you

don't know how to steal yet.

Vincent, come here.

Meet me in the back.

Brandy is your new bartender.

Stupid me. I didn't even

know I needed one.

- How you've beenBrandy?

- Good, Vin. Thanks.

Give her the good shifts and

give her a grand up front.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

And forget about that other

stuff that we talked about.

That way nobody wins.

I gotta get this.

Yeah, hallo?

Am I speaking with

Joseph Marcucci?

Yeah, you got him.

Who is this?

The Joseph Marcucci who resides

at The Dorchester, 226 Market Square?

Who is this?

My name is Simon Liebowitz, sir, and

I work for the Board of Health.

The Board of Health?

Who is this?

Simon Liebowitz.

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

What the f*** do you want?

There's no need to be

rude, Mr. Marcucci.

Tell me about the rats.

Rats?

Okay, you don't know

about the rats.

You couldn't have missed them.

What f***ing rats?

The condominium where you

reside has been quarantined

due to an outbreak of rats.

- Rats?

- Yes.

Yes. Big, fat, stinky rats

concentrated in your

bedroom area.

You need to be more careful who

you sleep with, Mr. Marcucci.

Who the f*** is this?

Leibowitz!

Simon Leibowitz!

Vincent, get out here!

We've got a big,

fat, f***ing rat.

He still has this jacket.

Come here.

They told us we were going in there

to get a monster

who has killed thousands

of his own people.

And just before we

got the son of a b*tch...

- They make a deal?

- They make a deal.

Jesus.

They lied to us and people died.

A lot of their guys and some of ours.

Some of my buddies.

So I got drunk that night

and beat the sh*t out of an MP

and I stole the colonel's jeep

and I went after Saddam myself.

Get out of here.

I swear to God.

And I'd have got him too,

If I didn't drive 30 miles

in the wrong direction.

Jeep ran out of gas just

outside Kuwait City.

That's my Tommy right there.

For friends and family.

It's good to see you, Tommy.

I just got the call.

Who's this?

It's my brother Tommy.

How you're doing?

Army guy.

Actually it's the marines.

There's a little bit of difference.

One is pussies,

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