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investigated...

the sudden death of Arty Clay...

they found that he left

a $13 million estate.

How do you explain that?

Then there's Larry Wong,

who owned half of Chinatown...

when he passed away.

Larry used to rent

his tenements...

to Asian refugees, his

own people, for $800 a month...

to share a single toilet

on the same floor.

How about King Tito?

He had thirteen-year-old girls

hooking for him on the street.

Those guys are dead...

because I don't want

to make money that way.

Emil Zapa...

the Mata brothers,

they're dead...

because they were running

this city into the ground.

You expected to get away

with killing all these people?

I spent half my life

in prison.

I never got away

with anything...

and I never killed anybody

that didn't deserve it.

Who made you judge and jury?

Well, it's a tough job,

but somebody's gotta do it.

For the likes of Arty Clay

and the rest of those bums...

you slap a tag on me

for fifty thousand dollars?

You make me

public enemy number one?

Is that some kind of joke?

I got a message

for you and your friends.

You tell them...

I got a quarter-million

dollar contract...

on anyone involved

in this case.

Now we all get to know

what it's like...

living without knowing

when some a**hole's...

gonna step outta the dark

and blow your head off.

I want you to know what

it's like to live that way.

You tell them what I said.

What makes you think

you're gonna be around...

long enough to see that?

Where's the f***ing phone?

We're not talking about me.

We're talking about

taking over drug cartels.

You think ambushing me

in some nightclub's...

gonna stop what

makes people take drugs?

This country spends...

a hundred billion dollars

a year on getting high...

and it's not because of me.

All that time I was

wasting in jail...

it just got worse.

I'm not your problem.

I'm just a businessman.

Take out your piece.

Be careful.

The cuffs.

Cuff yourself to the chair.

It's a stupid thing

to do, huh?

Sit down.

Put them on the chair.

Now you know

what it's like.

Welcome to the circle.

White.

A man with a price

on his head...

shouldn't ride the subway.

It's over. Let it go.

You let it go.

See this?

You want to see something?

How bad do you want me?

Don't worry, but don't move.

Frank, put the gun down.

And make it easy?

I've done things in my life

you wouldn't even think about.

Why should you be different?

You got that gun.

Use it. Come on.

No more stories, Frank.

Put the f***ing gun down.

See this woman? Nice woman.

You have a family?

I don't want to hurt you...

but I will blow you away

if I had to, understand?

Yes, sir.

Could you do that?

Leave her alone, Frank.

It's me and you.

You can't hide

behind her forever.

I don't need forever.

Just drive.

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