Everybody works for me. - Frank, you know Frank, I, uh, I look around at your other guys. I mean they are all murderers. Right? Right? And I think... Could I do murder? And all I can answer myself is: What's the difference? Give 'em up to the Almighty. See, that's my point, you know... You accused me once, I put up with it. You accuse me twice, I quit. You pressure me to fear for my life. And I will put a fucking bullet in your head, as if you were anybody else, ok? You got something you wanna ask me? Fuck. You're 70 years old, Frank. I'm just saying, ok? One of your guys is gonna pop you. One of your guys is gonna pop you. As for running drugs. What the fuck are you doing? What are you doing? You don't need the money or the pain in the ass. And they will catch you. I haven't needed the money since I took Archie's milk money in third grade. To tell you the truth, I no need pussy anymore either. And I like it. The point I'm making here is, Bill, I got this rat... this... gnawing, cheese-eating fuckin' rat And it brings up questions. You know, see Bill, like you are the new guy. ...girlfriend... Why didn't you stay in the bar, that night I got your numbers? Social security numbers, everybody's fuckin' numbers. Is this... Is this something that you just wanna go ahead and ask me? Cos I'll give you the fuckin' answer, right? Frank look at me, look at me. I'm not the fucking rat. Ok? I'm not the fuckin' rat! Start with you agree there is a rat. You said there is one, right? I base most of what I do on the idea that you're pretty fuckin good at what you do. Sure, sure. You, William. What would you do? Frank. How many of these guys have you been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don't pay much, you know. It's almost a fuckin' feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, Who thinks that they can do what you do, better than you? The only one who can do what I do is me. Hard people had to die for me to be me. D'you wanna be me? I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don't wanna be you, Frank. I don't wanna be you. Heavy lies the crown... sort of thing. Yeah, yeah. Frances. I'm out of here, you'll have to set the alarm, Mr. Costello. Yeah, all right! I'll see you at Christmas! Good night. You know what I like about restaurants? The fucking food? I don't know. What? You learn a lot watching things eat. There is a boat coming up Glouchester. Frenchy gave you all the details. Eat something, for Christ's sake! In the future, I tell you to do a thing you fucking do it. You got that? I got it, ok? Excuse me, French. - I forgot my cigarette. - Ok, Frances. Eat something! - Problem? - Yeah, I got a problem. I run rat fucks like you, ok? I don't like them. The day you wouldn't take a promotion, let me know. And if you had taken care of this, I wouldn't even be here. Fuck yourself, you piece of shit! I'm gonna need the identity of your of your undercovers. Blow me, all right, not literally though unfortunatellythere's no promotion involved for you. Prick. Hi, Captain! Look who's here, the prom queen. - They are not happy with me. - What do you expect? Everybody knows you've been assigned here to find Costello's rat. They want to find our leak as much as you do. Like I said two days ago, my guy damn near found out who Castello's rat is. - He lost him on the streets. - Really? - Did he get to look at the guy? - No. I mean nothing... like anything that could help us? No. So, have you got any advice for me? Just... I mean, generally. Costello can't do much business without coordinating with his source. Who is here in S.I.U. Follow Costello, you'll find his rat. They're gonna be looking at my people, going through their bank statements, their phonecalls, their medical records. Don't be surprised if they don't buy you a beer or invite ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дерсу Узала на английском - текст Оставайся голодным на английском - текст Альф на английском - текст Мечта на английском - текст Звёздный путь: Поколения на английском |