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from Chinatown today?

No, not today.

Unfortunate.

Then we shall have

to call upon Hung Fat.

Either he provides

the revenues owed to us,

or he becomes

part of my collection.

It would make

a nice addition.

Ha ha.

That's right.

You want me

to pick you up

at your place

tomorrow morning

around 8:
30?

That would be...

just fine.

That would be...

just fine.

That would be...

just fine.

That would be...

just fine.

That would be...

just fine.

That would be...

Just fine.

Would you like a bag

for this, buddy?

That would be...

just fine.

Hey, hey,

take it easy, buddy.

My name isn't Buddy.

It's Durant.

Robert G. Durant.

Yes.

I'm Robert G. Durant.

Just fine.

Robert.

It's so good of you

to favor me

with your

venerated presence.

The money.

The money? Yes, Robert.

How I tremble

with shame.

I have no money.

How many times

do I have to tell you?

I was nowhere near

any convenience store!

They had the whole thing

on video.

Keep them

out of my hair!

You have to sign

those papers.

Where are you going?

Hong Kong Restaurant,

and fast!

White powder no longer flows

in its former volume.

All the members of Tong

languish in poverty.

Of all your

unworthy servants,

Hung Fat is

the most destitute.

Even my own

miserable slaves

sometimes ignore

my wishes

and upset those whom

I cherish most deeply.

So, until

that shining day...

may it soon come...

when I shall once again

honor you with offerings...

goodbye, Robert.

Robert, goodbye.

You will provide

the revenues owed to us

by the time

I finish this cigar.

But, Robert...

O.K., Bob, you win.

Damn! Drive!

Can't go no further.

Sorry.

It's a parade.

I'll get there myself.

What about

the fare?

Eat it!

Move!

Move it!

Where is he?

Where's who?

Guzman!

I thought

he was with you.

Sh*t!

Dios mio! Que pasa?

There's two of those

son of a b*tches!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Which one is Durant?

Not me, him!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Goddamn it!

Whose little boy are you?

It doesn't matter.

You're dead!

No, no. This one.

Don't just stand there.

Do something!

Son of a b*tch sets

me up with the cops,

and you practically

hand him the cash.

Madre mia!

Mr. Durant, I'm sorry.

Step right up and take

a spin on the amazing...

Come on!

One more!

Would you stop looking

at that watch?

To hell with time!

Forget about going

back to the hospital.

We're going to spend

the whole day together.

And the whole night.

I can't. I've got

my therapy group.

Peyton, we need

more time together.

Why are you so

uncomfortable with me?

All right, Jules.

Listen to me.

I got to tell you

something about me,

how I've...

changed.

When I was

in the hospital, I...

See the mutant man!

Half man, half beast!

Witness this cruel

accident of science

with your own eyes.

Everybody gather 'round

and look closely.

As you can see...

Peyt, what?

Peyton, what is it?

When I was

in the hospital...

was there

someone else?

No.

Yes. There was a man

who comforted me,

and I respected him

for his kindness,

but he means

nothing to me.

Is that what it was?

Was that it, Peyt?

God, I love you,

darling!

Oh, it's good

to be back.

Come on,

Julie Hastings,

I'm going to win

for you the biggest,

fuzziest, pinkest

doll on that rack.

Yes.

Then I

got to run.

You always

have to run.

Why is it always

so dramatic?

I have my hospital

sessions.

I'm not 100% cured yet,

but I soon will be.

Where is

this place exactly?

I want to be

involved somehow.

Can I take you there?

No. Please, Julie,

I don't want you

to see me there.

I don't want you to think

of me as an invalid

or some kind of a freak.

Uh, the pink

elephant, please.

It don't count unless

you're behind the line.

I was

behind the line.

Not hardly.

I was standing right

here with my girlfriend.

Now, the pink elephant,

if you please.

No way.

It doesn't matter,

Peyton.

It matters.

I won a pink elephant

for my girlfriend.

Why don't you

just, uh...

get lost, pal?

The elephant.

Quickly.

Didn't you hear me...

weirdo?

Scram.

Take it! Take it!

Take the f***ing elephant!

Please, no!

Forgive me.

Peyton, wait!

Half man and a freak.

He's a freak,

ladies and gentlemen,

he's a freak.

A freak.

Peyton.

Peyton?

Synthetic skin

data analysis.

Amino acid content

equals 64%.

Membrane potential equals

Destabilization

registering at 99.008.

Why didn't you

tell me, Peyton?

You should have

told me.

You should have

come to me, Peyt.

You didn't

have to lie.

Peyton.

I would have tried

to help you.

I can help you now.

You don't have to hide

from me anymore, Peyt.

Julie.

Louis,

we have to talk.

Excellent.

I love to talk.

Brandy?

No.

I'll have one.

It's Napoleon,

and it's

quite good.

I can't see you anymore.

Honey, take it easy.

As you say,

let's... let's talk.

You know about Peyton,

the man I was

involved with?

Of course.

He's alive.

He's back.

I won't be a moment.

Yes?

Franz,

this is a bad time.

The closing price?

I think it's

sufficiently diversified.

It's immaterial to me

what the market's doing.

I want you to buy.

Fresh ones.

Yes. The Bellasarious

memorandum.

I'm sorry you had

to find that, Julie.

Our relationship didn't

need this further strain.

You burned

Peyton's lab.

Not me personally.

I have an employee who does

certain things for me,

unofficially,

off the books.

Robert doesn't

like to pay taxes.

And now you'll kill me.

Hardly.

You have nothing on me.

You'd find the extremely

expensive police department

quite unsympathetic.

Julie, consider

the big picture.

Consider what

we're building here.

You and I,

we're building a city.

We can't let anything

get in the way of that.

Despite the way

things might appear,

you can't pretend

certain moments haven't

passed between us.

We still have that.

If you're not

going to kill me...

I have things to do.

I suppose this is

goodbye then.

Send Robert in.

Yes, Mr. Strack.

Robert, I have

good news and bad.

Custom dictates that you

render the bad news first.

We have a little problem

with Miss Hastings.

It appears she has

uncovered our alliance.

No problem at all.

And the good news?

Your wife died.

I'm joking, of course.

No. The good news

is that I know

who's behind our little

troubles of late.

When you retrieved

my memorandum,

you failed to excise

the good doctor.

Westlake?

He's extinct.

I saw to it myself.

He's alive.

I don't like

loose ends, Robert.

Finish it.

Where is he?

I believe we have a guide.

Julie!

Look out!

I think he's out here!

He just went

on the roof!

Julie!

Oh, you've got to be

shitting me.

Hey, Smiley, he went

into the warehouse.

He's in here.

This door!

System ready

for digitization program.

Data entry required.

Smiley, is that you?

Smiley.

Where the hell are you?

Close.

Chinga tu madre!

Smiley, is that you?

Don't shoot, Smiley!

It's Guzman!

Holy sh*t.

Good shooting.

Come here.

You... have...

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