The Bannen Way Page #3

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Now, this job that Mr. B wants us to do

looks right up your alley.

All right? Check it out.

The Mensch is having

one of his mail-order bride galas

in a couple of days

at one of his storage facilities.

Even if I'm going to do this job,

which I'm not,

I need more than you jerking off

behind your computer.

- Okay, first of all...

- And that's when I met Madison.

Dude, this is gonna be so cake sauce.

Look...

It's just gonna be a bunch of rich d-bags

and hot Russian broads walking around,

looking to get some action.

A million dollars. $1,000,000.

Sorry.

Bannen, you're just gonna stop walking

when I'm right in the middle of making

an important executive decision?

I gotta grab something out of my car.

I'll catch up with you.

All right.

I'll just go over all of this on my own.

I'm sorry. You okay?

What?

Always be the summoner,

never the summoned.

Don't do it, Bannen.

You're breaking the rule.

Excuse me, sir, ever heard of a crosswalk?

- Hey.

- Can I see some ID?

It wouldn't happen to be

in any of those three wallets, would it?

- No, I just...

- Yeah, okay.

- Why don't you just step over to the side...

- Oh, my God...

Back again. Did you miss us?

Tell us what to do here, Neal.

- Where the f*** is he?

- Interrogation.

- Which one?

- B.

So here we are. Third strike, no more outs.

Just months after you told me

you were gonna be a better man.

If you're convicted, that's life in prison.

No more fancy cars, fancy clothes, women,

just you in an orange jumpsuit

pitching nickels against the wall

with a bunch of homeboys

who are going to take a deep-seated interest

in your last name.

You two take a walk.

I want a private conversation with my son.

Yeah, this is my dad's version

of quality time.

I know about the money

you owe Sonny Carr.

And I know about your dealings

with my brother.

The D.A. wants you convicted,

locked up, key thrown away.

She wants to set an example for the precinct,

and I'm not totally opposed to that idea.

But...

I can make her cut you a deal.

Total immunity.

That perked up your ears, didn't it, huh?

Keep your virgin ass out of the state pen.

It's what your granddad would call appealing

to a man's self-serving greed.

Let me guess.

You want me to turn states on Mr. B?

It's your last chance, kiddo.

Hey, Dad?

My father always called me a quitter.

I had to live with that my whole life.

It wasn't until the day he died...

After posting baiI, I'm back to square one.

Broke and screwed.

Third strike, no more outs.

I understand you've gotten yourself

in a bit of trouble with Sonny.

Taking no action means 25 years in prison.

I'm offering you a chance

to square your debt.

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