For the Love of Money Page #4

Thank you.

Hey.

L'Chaim.

L'Chaim.

L'Chaim.

Mm, tasted good.

You were the prettiest

girl in that place.

Are you trying

to sweet talk me?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Is it working?

Maybe.

Ah, maybe, huh?

There isn't a single

star out tonight.

Yeah.

The town where I came from,

you could always see

the stars.

There were millions of them.

Someday I want to take you there.

It's a date.

I think it's raining.

Yeah, it is.

So what?

Tomorrow's fine.

Bye.

Hey, how ya doing?

Hey, V8.

All set, keys are in the car.

It looks good.

Thanks.

Uh, I'll get you some change.

Just hold on a second.

No, keep it.

Uh, Yoni, get...

Get Jose's number.

And tell Carlos to stop

partying and come on time.

Hey, Vinnie, finish unloading

and bring it upstairs, right?

Yeah.

How you doing?

Hanging in.

What the f***'s he looking at?

Oh, he used to paint cars.

So, uh, Micky gonna find

everything to his liking?

Yeah. It's all done, man.

Okay. Cut the new sh*t at 2 %.

Two percent?

That's some pretty pure sh*t, huh?

Hey.

Hey, how you doing?

Can you tell me what

happened with Micky Levine?

Nothing. Why?

He had somebody look at his car,

and they said you do sh*t work.

Bullshit. It looked good as new.

Well, evidently your boys

did a rush job.

No way. Carlos spent

the whole weekend on it.

Carlos!

Micky called in, went crazy.

Started making threats.

What's he talking about?

The guy came, picked up the

car, said it looked good.

So, what happened with the Mercedes?

Nothing. Why?

The owner is saying

we did a shitty job.

Well I got behind,

so I painted it without

pulling off the bumper.

It looked fine to me. f***.

Why'd you do that?

I didn't think anybody would notice.

Well, somebody did notice.

All right, get out of here.

What?

All right, so we made a mistake.

So what? I'll make it up. I'll fix it.

Oh, yeah.

No, that's great.

No, that's great.

Look, I got it.

I got it.

Two percent?

They cut it 2%. I said 20%.

F***ing retards.

Now, let me ask you this.

Two and twenty...

Do they sound anything alike?

No, f*** that.

So, you. you... you... you

did this, right?

You f***ed this up?

No. No, I didn't f***ing do it.

I told the f***er 20%, like you said.

See, here's the problem.

If that sh*t hits the street,

it's not only gonna kill

half my junkies.

I'm gonna lose 18%. It's a double bang.

So now I would like for you

to go down and tell them f***ing spics

to re-cut it for tonight, and do it now.

All right, wise guy?

Yeah.

Okay. Go, you a**hole.

Oh, hey, um, when you're finished,

I'd like you to come back here

so we could have a little chat.

Go.

Yeah.

Mr. Levine, this is Izek

from the body shop.

How you doing?

What is it that you want, Izek?

Uh, well I heard you had a problem...

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, I... I did not have a problem.

I do not have a problem.

You, on the other hand, you have

a big f***ing problem.

Can you give me a chance

to speak here?

I want to explain myself to you.

No, no, no, I'll give you a chance to

shut the f*** up, you little piss-ant.

Okay? Who the f*** do you

think you are talking to?

I'll tell you what I am going to do.

I'm sending one of my animals

down there with a baseball bat,

and they're gonna run it up

your f*ggot ass so hard

your ears are going to bleed. How's that?

What the f*** did you just say?

What, are you f***ing kidding me now?

Listen. Listen, you little

f***ing sh*t pile!

No you listen to me, you piece of sh*t.

What, you think you are

such a f***ing bad-ass?

Why don't you come

down here yourself, huh?

Or are you too much of a p*ssy?

P*ssy. You called me a p*ssy?

Listen, you f***ing sh*t!

I'm coming down there,

and I'm taking your eyes

out of your head

and I'm gonna show them to you

before I f***ing squeeze them

and then I'm gonna send them

to you c*nt whore of a mother!

No, you f***ing listen to me.

You won't f***ing talk to me like that.

You won't f***ing curse me like that.

You f***!

F*** you!

F*** you!

F***ing f***!

All right, try it again, Dad.

It took me a couple of days to realize

what deep sh*t I had landed myself into.

And my gut said

things would only get worse.

Abe, it's a minor repair.

the guy's a f***ing nut case.

It's more than that.

So what? I should really be afraid here?

Did you see the paper last week?

The story about the couple

that checked into the Biltmore

but left in their own luggage?

That was...

And that's not all.

Tommy?

Micky ordered that?

I thought Tommy was killed

over some girl.

He was, Micky's israeli plaything.

So what am I supposed to do,

piss my pants here?

Just get out of town for a couple days.

We'll take care of things.

My gut was right.

For the next three days

Micky's guy followed every

person that I loved

and spread the word that I was

at the top of his sh*t list.

The message was loud and clear.

I had no choice.

I had to protect my family.

What the hell was I doing?

Where's Micky?

Shut up, where's Micky?

I was no killer, and I never would be.

Looked like my lucky

streak was over.

Hey.

Izek?

Izek?

Are you okay?

You are the luckiest son of

a b*tch I know.

I have two pieces of fantastic news.

Two, huh?

Well, I could use a little

good news right about now.

Micky Levine is dead.

What?

He got popped in Tel Aviv last night.

Ahh! Ya f***...

So what's news number two?

Come on. Don't leave me hanging here.

Levi's getting out.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, my God.

Look who's here.

Mazal! Mazal, look who's here.

You look exactly the same.

Oh, my Gosh.

Free at last, free at last.

Thank God almighty, free at last.

I'm gonna go find Talia, okay?

No you're not.

Yes. No, I'm not going.

He's pretty gone on her, isn't he?

She's a good girl.

You'll like her.

Yeah.

Listen, I appreciate you

looking out for him, buddy.

You know, when, uh, when

I was in prison,

you know, you hear some things,

you having some problems.

I did what I could. You know

what I mean?

No, I don't know what you mean.

What are you talking about?

Nothing. Nothing.

You, uh, you want a drink?

Red, white?

What are you doing?

Red.

L'Chaim.

L'Chaim.

So, uh, what are

you gonna do now?

You got any plans?

No, nothing.

But, you know, I better figure

out how to make the "green".

You know what I mean?

A 35-year old man can't live

with his mother forever.

See ya.

Guys. Guys. Um,

first of all, I... I... thank you.

I'd like to make a toast.

To, uh, my mother's beautiful face,

to health and new beginnings.

L'Chaim.

L'Chaim.

How long has it been like this?

Ever since that Micky Levine

guy I told you about.

It's not that bad.

It's just been slow to come back.

That's all.

Come on, man, this place is dead.

You need to find another

way to make the "green".

You're missing the boat, man.

I'll see you later.

Maybe, someday.

#Saved by zero#

#I'll be more together#

#Stretched by fewer#

Hey, buddy, you got a minute?

What the f*** is he doing here?

He's here to help you.

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