The Equalizer Page #5

that'd be awesome.

Helping you.

Teddy, the Irish are clean on this

one. They had nothing to do with it, huh?

You gonna sit down

with all these guys?

- I'm telling you.

- Yes, I understand. Duly noted.

Listen, huh? Do

me a favor, all right?

Whatever you do,

don't call him "Little John," okay?

Frank, why you working

for these f***ing Russians?

My money not good enough?

I respect your business.

Mr. Looney.

You understand why I'm compelled

to make this visit.

I don't know sh*t about what went down

or who you should be out looking for.

If I wanna take over anything,

I'd f***ing do it.

There'd be nothing left to you.

So maybe you just don't

understand who the f*** I am.

John. Easy, huh?

Don't "easy," Frank. Shut the f*** up!

F***ing flipperhead.

See, I hate you f***ing Russians.

You're all crazy and you're arrogant.

Now, the Irish, we came here for

a piece of the American dream.

You people come over here to

steal it, so f*** all of you.

Well, Mr. Looney,

I appreciate your candor.

It's refreshing, and tells me that you're

not smart enough to have done this.

The f***?

Which brings me to my next issue.

We pay you 15 percent

to do business here.

The additional 10 percent you steal,

we ignore.

We anticipated it,

as you people are such clichs.

The fact that you're a rat to the

Feds is also tolerable, Little John.

The f***?

What we will not tolerate is

getting nothing for our money:

no information, no protection,

no assurances.

You understand, Little Johnny?

Who do you think you are?

Who I am, or what I am?

Who I am is complicated.

What I am is easier. I'm a threat.

I alter outcomes.

Throw this motherf... Unh!

Whoa, doctor!

Call a doctor. Unbelievable!

It's Napoli in the clutch!

Holy cow!

Oh, f***!

A tie game. Unbelievable!

That ball was absolutely massacred

by Mike Napoli.

A home run by Napoli.

- Can things change in an instant.

- They certainly can.

This game was over

before this half-inning started.

It is certainly over now!

The final:
six to five,

Boston over New York...

Hey!

Hey! Hey-

This is my town. Do you understand me?

This is my home.

You cannot run around

like a wild animal.

What the f*** was that?

It's a message.

It says, "I'm here. "

What really

happened in there, Ralphie?

Faulty wire or something.

We both know that's not true.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

Hey, you didn't waste my time.

My mom doesn't have much

except this place.

When stuff like this happens,

I just gotta put everything on hold

and help her out, you know?

I wasn't gonna pass

the security guard test anyway.

Was there anything unusually strange

about Slavi before he was murdered?

Did he mention a name perhaps?

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