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important to how people see you.

You want to make goddamn sure...

they don't ever see anything

you don't want them to see.

You got that?

Yeah, I guess so.

Good boy.

There's my boy.

Then I think maybe they should get used

to seeing how good you look.

In a 1958 red and white Corvette.

Oh, my God, Daddy.

- You're next, Robby.

- I can't believe this.

- That's what that car says.

- She's beautiful, Daddy.

I know you're in a hurry,

but it would mean a lot to me...

if you could stop

and say hi to my dogs.

"Say hi to your dogs"?

Are you joking?

- What is that?

- They'd smell me on this.

Wolf, you'll be out of here

in two weeks. Please.

But I've been gone a long time.

I know they miss me.

It won't be no trouble.

They're at the boardinghouse

with my sister.

That's right. I don't want anyone

to know that you and I know each other.

Come on, think about this.

How will talking to my dogs

tell her that?

We'll need Emily's help

on this thing we're setting up.

I can't ask her to do that.

I don't know her. She's your sister.

You have to ask her when you get out.

Use your head.

She hates me! I wouldn't see her

when she come up here.

She won't return my letters.

I'll say hi to your f***ing dogs

for you, okay?

Oh, thanks.

State of Georgia might be through

with you, Caine, but I'm not.

You know what you need?

You need to get out more often.

You're spending way too much time

in the company of men.

Be seeing you, Caine.

In your f***ing dreams.

Come on, open up.

I got a whole world waiting.

Hey, baby.

Sh*t, not even a damn kiss

on the cheek.

What a stud.

Gabriel, has it been

two years already?

The action hasn't been

the same without you.

They credit you two-for-one these days,

if you don't use a gun.

God bless the liberals.

Paulo.

I'm setting something up, Victor.

The money will run half a million...

and I'll need an establishment type,

like the esteemed Victor Corsini...

to hold the money.

- You interested?

- How about this guy?

You know I can't resist

watching you work...

but where did you

ever get $500,000?

From you.

Don't make me

have to kill you.

You know how I hate it

when I have to kill my friends.

Far be it for me to ruin your day.

Do I have it or not?

Come on, boy!

Give him a left hook!

For crying out loud!

What kind of a fight do you call that?

You in the wrong seat, boy.

Nobody gave seating assignments.

I'm about ready

to give you one.

This is Mr. Gillors chair.

You must be our Floridian tourist.

You certainly have wonderful taste

in automobiles.

Yeah, though it's

kind of a limp color.

Snowflake white.

But I figured

better a limp color...

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