Killing Them Softly Page #4

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a immediate authorization

for use of financial force.

That is Mr. Paulson's plan,

former head of Goldman Sachs.

We should not be rolled

by our Wall Street exec...

who's masquerading

as Secretary of the Treasury.

Does this remind

anybody of anything...

like the rush into Iraq

on election eve a number of years ago?

It's all too familiar.

There need to be consequences

and there needs to be major change...

- Hey.

- Get in the car, Markie.

For what?

For what?

Get in the f***ing car, Markie.

Steve, I didn't do nothing.

You're gonna get in the car.

You know you're gonna get in

the car, so get in the f***ing car!

Barry, open the f***ing door.

Shoot me.

- I'll f***ing shoot you.

- Go on, shoot me.

- F*** you, Markie.

- Get in the f***ing car now!

- Get in the f***ing car, motherf***er!

- Get in the f***ing car!

You f***.

Get out of the car, Markie.

Please, Steve,

let me talk this over, okay?

Get out of the car now, Markie.

I didn't do nothing.

I told you, didn't I?

I told you he was

gonna make it hard on us.

Why you gotta do this, Markie?

I mean,

this is hard for us too, you know.

Why you gotta make it hard for us?

Cause I didn't do nothing.

Move, Markie.

F***ing little prick,

just get the f*** out of the car.

- Get the f*** out. Come on!

- Get out of the car, Markie.

He's not speaking f***ing Chinese.

Come on, Trattman. Let's go.

Close the f***ing door.

Okay, move over here.

Move down there, down there.

By the door.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

May my mother get cancer...

I had nothing to do with this.

You can't tell them that?

I know how it looks. I know.

Honest to God, I didn't.

F***, Barry.

He's got f***ing blood all over me.

Who are the kids, Markie?

I don't know. I don't know.

No, I don't know.

You're making this hard for us, buddy.

Come on, baby. Okay.

- No, no, no.

- Hold your hands.

Markie, I don't want to hit your hands.

Just f***ing hit him!

- Turn him around.

- F***ing hit him!

Right there.

Get his hands, Steven.

No, no.

Hey, man. You okay, Markie?

Hey, Markie, you all right'?

Okay, let's give him a try now.

Markie, about the kids,

are you sure you don't know

who those kids are?

You really sure?

I'm sure.

I'm sure, Steve.

Cause I gotta be.

I gotta be sure, Markie,

and you make me stay out here

all night making sure,

I'm not gonna like it.

It's gonna be an awful

long night for you, Mark.

You bastard.

You cocksucker!

What do you say, Steve?

Shut up!

Let's get the f*** out of here.

F***.

Steven.

What?!

Get in the car.

You f***ing dirty f***ing dog.

Hey, a**hole.

Look at you! Look at you!

How are you?

Oh, you look f***ing ridiculous.

- Look at your f***ing hair.

- Go f*** yourself.

- What are you talking about?

- What spray sh*t did you put in it?

It ain't spray. I'm not f***ing queer.

There's gel on it, you f***ing prick.

- You sure you're not...

- Yeah, the guy...

- a little bit of a queer?

- that out it gave me the stuff.

Oh, look at this. New car.

Oh, what the f*** is that?

It's dog sh*t. Come on, let's go.

Let's go, come on. I've got to get home.

Russell, you f***ing smell like sh*t.

You're not getting in my car like that.

You smell like sh*t too, like gay sh*t.

Look at this.

Everything's going good. Shut up.

It was beautiful.

Yeah, we leave in the middle

of the night, for f***'s sake.

All the way to Florida,

we're in this f***ing rainstorm.

The dogs are all pissing

and farting and shitting...

and we can't roll the windows down.

We don't want to drown.

Put the f***ing window...

what are you, an a**hole?!

Put the f***ing cigarette out!

It was awful.

It was like riding in a shithouse.

And then after got over to Orlando

we're gonna burn the oar...

so Kenny sticks a rag

in the gas tank, and he lights it off.

You're gonna need to get a stick.

Don't do it by hand, mate.

Don't be a such...

Russell, you're a f***ing p*ssy.

I've done it a million f***ing times.

It's fine. It goes up like

a f***ing bonfire. I love it.

See?

F***!

Kenny, he didn't

have no eyebrows left...

not much hair...

and no sense of humor either.

You know, I thought dogs was gonna

be an easy way to make money.

I was half right.

You look all beat to sh*t.

Yeah.

And the thing of it is,

I've been up for a week, all right...

and I got to keep going

until I finish this thing off.

What, you haven't dumped the stuff'?

Dumped it? Christ, no.

I haven't stepped it yet.

Look, I put it to a guy fast,

I'm gonna no more than 15 or 16.

I take it up a step...

I can move it to two guys for 25.

Russell, it's stupid.

It's f***ing stupid.

That's a thousand dollars a year.

Oh, you're as dumb as I am.

Maybe you think we were

smart doing that other thing...

but we were dumb.

That worked out beautiful.

Oh, sure, f***ing cheesecake.

Course, we got a contract out on us.

But, yeah, beautiful.

What the f*** are you talking about?

The f*** you talking about?

Russell?

Russell?

He)'

What the f*** are you talking about?

There's a contract on us,

you, me and the Squirrel.

I'm gonna be as dead

as you guys if I hang around here.

I'm going to Montreal.

For what?

Hey. For what?

For what?

Cut the sh*t, for the Trattman game.

What the f***'s the matter with you?

Russell, Trattman's practically dead.

They beat him shitless.

You didn't know that, did you?

Course I did. Kenny told me.

Kenny?

Is this Kenny Gill we're talking about?

Hey, Russell, is this Kenny Gill

we're talking about?

Russell, wake up!

What'd you say?

Is this Kenny Gill we're talking about?

Yeah.

Russell, Kenny Gill works for Dillon.

Kenny Gill works for Dillon!

SQ?

So you go talking to

a f***ing guy that works...

F***ing guy that works

for f***ing Dillon.

So f***ing what?

What else did you tell him?

What did you tell him,

in case Kenny didn't get

the whole f***ing story before?

I didn't say sh*t.

Now aside from Squirrel...

we got the kids, two kids.

One of them is the motor mouth.

Drove to Florida with Kenny...

Kenny Gill, our Kenny,

guy he knows works for Dillon...

and starts bragging about

how he's a big-time operator

just knocked over

this guy's game for 100K.

You serious?

I don't know what it is with these guys.

They can't keep

their mouth shut about nothing.

And Kenny, Kenny's just as dumb.

The way I found out was...

this guy's invested his money

in a couple ounces of smack...

wants Kenny to come in with him.

Kenny comes to me and wants

know what I think about that.

I guess these guys,

they just want to go to jail...

probably feel at home there.

So you want to move now

or you want to wait, what?

I talked to Dillon. We both think now.

Okay.

Whack Trattman,

get the games started up.

Trattman,

what brings Trattman into this?

You just told me that it was...

this Squirrel fella and his two friends.

It is, plus I had Trattman

talked to, I'm sure. -Yeah.

You ought to be. Your boys

went a little overboard there.

They damn near killed the man.

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