Raw Deal Page #6

If you tell us where the keys have been moved,

we'll come back and take care of it.

Look, come back to me

as quick as you can.

Yeah, you don't want

to freeze to death in that water.

- F***ing little worm.

- What's his problem?

We give him a million dollars

to tell us where to hit Marcellino.

Now the son of a b*tch

is pulling back.

Well, maybe he doesn't know

where the sh*t is stored.

How many places do you think the cops

can store that much cash and smack, huh?

Lfhe doesn't know it,

he'll find out.

Or maybe he just doesn't like

what you're planning.

I'm supposed to give a sh*t

what he thinks?

No, he'll come across.

What the hell's his choice?

- He's in up to his ass.

- There's no way I can talk you out of this?

If you could, I shouldn't be where I am.

When we start thinking

there's something we can't do...

something that's too big or too messy,

then we oughta get out.

This is like wrestling.

It's fixed.

And the cops are always gonna lose,

and they know it.

I wanna hear you say

you're sorry

Nobody takes advantage of me

Uuh

Over here, honey.

Jeanine! Over here!

If looks could kill

You'd be lying on the floor

You'd be begging me

Please, please

Baby, don't you

hurt me no more

- Where's Metzger?

- I haven't seen him.

- How's business?

- We're dying.

We're living on the edge

Hanging by a thread

I'm watching every move

you make

You don't wanna see my anger

So don't you make

another mistake

That's him!

That's a harmless, empty threat

Hey! Watch it!

- Stop it!

- A**hole!

- If looks could kill -

Do you mind? - Come on!

- You'd be lying on the floor

- Cut it out!

- Hey, you cretin!

- You'd be begging me, please, please

- Oh, God!

- Baby, don't hurt me no more

Uh! No, no! No, please!

Come here!

- Help me!

- Come here!

I hear you're paying off everybody

but the f***ing government.

- Lamanski says pay him. He'll come back with a torch.

- So you decided to pay us both.

- Is that it? I didn't know you had so much loose cash.

- Just stay out of it.

- No. I'm gonna close down.

- Oh, yeah? You try it, all right?

You piece of sh*t!

- Uh!

- Ah! Do something, huh?

- Oh, my God!

- This is what you're gonna look like dead.

Don't pay Lamanski anymore.

If I torch this sh*t-house,

you'll be inside it.

Get in my way again,

and I'll kill ya.

I hope you're not

your mother's only child.

Ohh! Oh, Mr. Metzger,

are you all right?

Iflooks could

Kill

- I didn't think you were this twisted.

- Twisted? This is kid stuff.

We got a call. Somebody thought

there was some trouble here.

Oh, the boys were having

some trouble with their makeup.

Joey P. Brenner. You turn up

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