Serving Sara

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My job sucks.

Got no future, got no benefits.

I'm here to play.

Oh, yeah? Who are you?

Who am I...?

I'm on the list.

Show me the list.

I'll point me out.

Yeah. There is no list.

Charles Lazaro invited me.

Oh, so what you're telling me

is that you're a friend|of Fat Charlie's?

Well, I'm not a friend|like the doughnut guy

but, yeah, we're friends.a

Well, we got|a little problem here, pal.

Fat Charlie has no friends.

You know what?

I think we got off|on the wrong foot here.

Thug?

Mr. Thug?

Mm-hmm.

Shit.

Mm-hmm.

Going down.

Jimmy!

You crafty son of a bitch.

You really think you were

going to get away|with this, huh?

Step back a couple feet,|will you?

My name's Bond.

Barry Bond... s.

Huh?

You got a little something...

right, uh...

While he was schemin'

just beamin'

my man cheatin'

to make him pay for it all

Hey, ladies...

Look at the paper.

Sir, there is a $100 minimum.

Right, of course.

Yeah.

How embarrassing.

then everything goes

From the crib to the ride...

Here we go.

There's-there's 21...

And that's...

uh, yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

wanna get buckwild

and hit 'em up style

and spend to the last dime

For all the hard times

then everything goes...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing there,|Polyester Paul?

Excuse me, sir?

You're dealing|from the bottom of the deck.

This man is dealing from|the bottom of the deck.

Did you see that?

See what?

Okay, we all caught you.

Is there a problem, sir?

Yes, there's a problem.|Three Card Monty, here

is dealing|from the bottom of the deck.

I assure you, sir,|that's impossible.

Oh, really?

If it's impossible,|then how come

he dealt himself a perfect...

Sir, why don't you|step this way?

We'll sort this out.

Don't you know who I am?

No, I don't know who you are.

Okay, well, why don't you find|somebody who does?

All right, Zorro?

Well...

Looks like today's|your lucky day.

I know who you are.

See? He knows who I am.

Oh, yeah.

You're the guy|that's leaving here tonight

in the trunk of my car.

Let me guess.|Fat Charlie, right?

That's right, moron.

Now, listen to me.

Nobody accuses my joint|of cheating, you got that?

Yeah, well... I do.

And I got the pictures|to prove it.

See for yourself.

There ain't no pictures here.

Charles Lazaro,|you're hereby served to appear

as a witness in the racketeering|trial of Freddie Marcuso.

What are you?

Some kind of a wacko?

Serving me papers|in my own joint?

Rip his jugular vein out.

Okay, Lieutenant.

If I'm not out|in 60 seconds

send in your boys.

Okay, Joe. Roger that.

Charles?

It's a pleasure serving you.

And, you!

- Eat something.|- What?

You don't fit in.

Mm-hmm.

Nice work, kiddo.

Next time, you hurry up.

I'm freezing my|ass off out here.

Here you go.

Mm-hmm...

And, hey, don't spend

all that on candy.

Son of a bitch.

Mm-hmm

Oh, oh, yeah

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm...

It took you six days|to serve this guy.

Six freaking days.

Hey, he disappeared on me.

A guy named Fat Charlie|disappeared on you?

Poof, Puff the Magic|Dragon, just gone?

Poof, bye-bye?

And I guess you mean to tell me

you ain't seen|the Chrysler Building

on your way over|here, either?

If you want to spend your life|chasing nickel and dime papers

you go right ahead.

Ray, the guy was

a difficult mark,|and I served him clean.

What else do you want?

You know what I want?

I want you to be more|like Tony, here.

Well, that's impossible.|I walk upright.

What are you saying?

I don't have good posture?

I'm saying|you're a Neanderthal.

And I'm saying kiss my ass.

My mouth's not big enough.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Look.

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