Call Me King Page #3

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just to help out.

You know, where you might be a little weak.

And to answer your question,

do I care?

Yeah, of course.

Do I care about

saving this relationship?

No.

Not really.

(exhales shakily)

F*** you.

(chuckles)

See, the truth hurts.

Gentlemen.

You are all quite familiar

with our reputation for being

ahead of our competitors.

In simple terms, we deal the best product,

shuffle the bullshit,

cut the debt.

Now, I am prepared

to offer you a most generous proposal.

A proposal that will stand

for the next ten minutes,

at which point all deals must be final,

or the offer goes into remission.

Ten minutes...

F***in' ridiculous.

KHALIL:

Three containers,

each filled with 30,000 AK-47s,

courtesy of Kalashnikov himself.

The cargo will be sent by boat, not by air,

and remain intact bonded with

seals and paperwork attached.

No one will touch it.

Now, the catch is you must

purchase the entire container.

Now, I'm willing to let 'em

go for $20 million a pop,

granted you all say "yes"

to this deal, not now

but right now, seven minutes and counting.

Let me put it to you in terms

you can understand, all right?

It'll be like

comparing curried goat to oxtails.

I mean, why do it?

Huh?

They both taste good.

(speaks Arabic)

(Arab buyer chuckles)

Khalil,

you have a way with words.

ANGELO:

What?

You told him to f*** off?

Nicky,

I sent him there to help you.

How many times are we gonna

have this conversation?

I am sending Dwight back.

You extend every courtesy.

Do what you have to do,

but you fix this.

Today.

(phone beeps)

Kids today.

(laughs)

They got no respect for anyone.

I'm sorry.

It's not a problem, boss.

(revs engine)

He's a good kid.

Sometimes he makes it very difficult

for me to carry out your orders.

So the deal holds.

Good. He'll take care of it.

Maybe this will cheer you up.

- There he is.

- Top shelf.

Courtesy Feris.

Look out for this kid.

He'll be running the

entire city one day.

- Neat?

- ANGELO:
Always.

(sighs) You know, every man dreams

of having a son.

Somebody to, uh, remind the world

that he was there one day.

(scoffs) I don't know. I thought I...

Thank you.

I thought I did everything

I could to make him a man,

but I spoiled him.

Gave him too much, made

him earn too little.

Consequently...

kid's a goddamn punk.

(sniffing)

He'll get it going. He just

needs a little bit of time

for him to learn the ropes.

ANGELO:
That's what I wanted

to talk to you about.

Dwight, Nick's waiting for you.

- Deal still holds. Okay.

- You got it, boss.

(Angelo sighs)

(sniffles)

(sighs) It appears...

I have a tumor...

in my brain.

It's inoperable.

They tell me, in a very short time,

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