How'd you do the other night? - Your money didn't change a thing. - And tonight? I got out with cab fare. Maybe you should try a different kind of recreation. Losing at tennis wouldn't make me feel any better. The exercise might. - We don't need you. - Thanks, pal. Okay. Thank you. You're a real take-charge guy. Hold your glass very still. [Giggling] Oh! Huh! Oh. I don't know why they advertise all those sleeping pills on television. I mean, chemicals are no good for you. A couple of bottles of champagne wipes you right out. Exactly. What are you sayir? Are you sayir you're ready for bed? - I think so. - That sounds like a hell of an idea to me. Gonna help you get up. Ooh! Uuh! God! - Here. - There you go. There you go. Come on. Hurry. [Grunting, Laughing] Oh, God! - You know what I like about bedrooms? - No. What? You almost always find a bed in there. [Laughing] You know what? I've noticed the same thing. Oh, my God. [Sighs] Great. Uuh! - [Snoring] - [Woman] I've got what there is. Joseph P. Brenner. Social Security number, 567-3... 567-34-5787 Dade County licence number... 48736892-R. Passport number... H-1032642. Okay? He's asleep. [Snoring Continues] He's passed out. This takes care of a thousand dollars of my I.O.U., right? Okay. If there's something to say, I'll call. [Patrovita] We wanted to check your water heater today, Sarah... but the, uh, keys werert where they were supposed to be, so we couldn't do anything. 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. - Fucking little worm. - What's his problem? We give him a million dollars to tell us where to hit Marcellino. Now the son of a bitch is pulling back. Well, maybe he doesn't know where the shit 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 shit 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? [Chuckles] 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. [Dance, Indistinct] I wanna hear you say you're sorry - [Lip-synching] - Nobody takes advantage of me Uuh [Continues, Indistinct] - [Wolf Whistles] - Over here, honey. - Jeanine! Over here! - [Overlapping Shouts] Iflooks could kill You'd be lyiron the floor You'd be beggirme 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 liviron the edge Hangirby a thread I'm watchirevery move you make You don't wanna see my anger So don't you make another mistake That's him! - [Punching Keypad] - That's a harmless, empty threat - Hey! Watch it! - [Indistinct Shouting] - Stop it! - Asshole! - Iflooks could kill - Do you mind? - Come on.! - You'd be lyiron the floor - Cut it out.! - Hey, you cretin! - You'd be beggirme, please, please - Oh, God! - Baby, don't hurt me no more Uh! No, no! No, please! - [Groans] - Come here.! - Help me! - Come here! I hear you're paying off everybody but the fucking government. - Lamanski says pay him. He'll come back with a torch. - So you decided to pay us both. - Is that
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