Out for Justice Page #4

"Just...

...in time..."

Open the door.

How you been doing?

Rica, I ain't seen you around

in a while, you know?

What'd you do,

retire or something?

I guess you could say I retired.

I got a job at the video store.

- Just trying to get back to normal.

- Normal?

What do you mean by "normal"?

What'd you do, Rica? What'd you do?

Did you just say no?

What are you, what's-her-name,

Nancy-f***ing-Reabush?

No, Rich, it's not like that.

You wouldn't "just say no" to me,

would you?

How you doing?

Hey, Officer Big Shot,

come to bust my balls?

This here is a detective!

In what, narcotics now?

- That's right.

- I want you all to be very nice.

Tell this mamaluke

anything he wants to know.

Vinnie, come over here.

You shouldn't talk to me that way.

We don't know each other so good.

You were still sucking your thumb

when Richie was sucking d*cks.

You shouldn't talk so tough.

If Richie was here,

you wouldn't talk that sh*t.

But he's not here.

You know why he's not here?

Because he's a chicken-sh*t

f***ing p*ssy a**hole.

Don't go pushing my patrons around,

you prick!

Prick? Look around.

Is this the setting for profanity?

F*** you!

Benny the Book.

How are you, buddy?

You wouldn't be here using Ma Bell

for illegal means?

Bookmaking's an illegal activity.

You also wouldn't know Richie owns

this place and sells narcotics here...

...because he's a f***ing puke

who likes to pervert kids.

Nobody uses drugs around here.

You don't know nothing, do you?

Anybody seen Richie?

Anybody know why

Richie did Bobby Lupo?

I don't know cazzo.

Big man with a badge and gun.

What's the password, a**hole?

What are you doing here?

- You're Vito's friend.

- I got lots of friends.

You jump around a little bit.

Is that it?

Who's this one over here,

your girlfriend?

- You know what?

- What's that?

Someday your mouth is going to get

your body in a lot of trouble.

- Where you from, finocchio?

- Attica.

You couldn't be from Brooklyn.

We don't talk like that.

Tattoo, this guy's nothing

without that badge and gun.

You can't come back here.

Get the f*** out of here!

What do we got here?

What is this sh*t?

Whose hot dog is this?

Yours?

Without that badge,

they'd take your head off.

Get the f*** out of here!

I noticed a lot of

boxing memorabilia.

We got some gloves over here.

Pictures everywhere.

- Who's the boxer?

- Me.

You're the boxer? You a tough guy?

- Tough enough.

- Really? What could you do?

To you?

Vinnie, I'm starting to

get in a bad mood.

Maybe it's a mood swing, my hormones,

or my need to impose my will.

I want you tell these finocchi

to get on the f***ing table.

Tell them to get up on

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