Mob Rules Page #2

Keep you sane.

Yeah, not for me.

Ooh, hold on.

- This ain't nothing, mate.

- Really?

- You know my cousin down at the docks?

- Uh-huh.

Well, he was telling me

about this warehouse.

Hold on.

Oh no.

Anton.

Take Marley and get

him some ice cream.

I told you...

when the time's right.

Now go on.

It's just my kid brother.

He's cool.

But what's coming

in that warehouse,

that's gonna buy us

the whole f***ing club.

I've got it all

worked out.

So the man lives up

to the myth.

He's done all right

for himself, hasn't he?

Well, I'm sure he's got

enough dough to spare

for a couple of his fellow countrymen.

So how do we do it?

First,

we need some information.

And that's gonna cost.

We need some startup cash.

That's easy enough.

Pimp or pusher?

Tails. You lose.

Get the sh*t.

You're such a p*ssy,

you know that?

- That's it.

- Oh, no no no.

Damn it.

Come on.

- No no no no.

- Oh sh*t.

- Oh! F***!

- Whoo-hoo!

Breakfast of champions!

You're such

a f***ing loser.

This is bullshit.

You good?

What are you doing? If you're finished

with the tea and cookies,

maybe we can get the f***

out of here before the pigs show up.

You make these?

Martha Stewart

was my cellmate.

I can bake,

knit a sweater.

There's ice cream in the fridge

if you're still hungry.

Ah! F***, man!

You take the girl out

for a cheeseburger.

F***!

And chips.

Man, what the f***

are you dealing with?

Them skinny-ass c*nts ain't

got two balls between them.

Man, you need to relax.

What's he gonna do,

stab me with a bent spoon?

Get out of the way,

you idiot.

Don't even breathe.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

You know we're gonna have to

get rid of this car now.

Who puts a sawed-off shotgun

in the freezer?

Should probably get a hybrid.

Start working locally.

Well, at least we got

some shekels, right?

Salvadore Falso.

He sits there

with that black case

like he's waiting outside

the principal's office

every last Thursday

of the month.

He says he was a big shot

accountant or something.

Works for C-Note now.

Says he can get me fired,

but you know what?

I don't think C-Note

likes him very much.

I've seen him a couple

of times in the club.

He comes in all coked up,

all sweaty.

Just like all

the rest of them.

But it's me

that's making him sweat.

What's in the case?

$200,000.

$200,000?

Why don't we hit the club?

C-Note's a surveillance freak.

He's got the Silhouette locked up

tighter than the queen's ass.

And even if we could get in, we'd have

to get past C-Note's man Terrence.

- Terrence?

- Terrence Delano Giancana.

He's the guy

that counts all the money.

- Not Giancana the mobster?

- Nah, he's a distant cousin.

The geezer that was just

on the History Channel?

He retired from the family

business years ago.

Now he likes

to see himself more

of a motivational speaker.

He never really has

that much to say.

Likes to let his Louisville Slugger

do most of the talking.

Louisville,

like Kentucky?

Like the bat.

- F***ing hell.

- Old school.

So why don't we hit the Mexican

between the club and the drop?

No, he's Italian.

And even he has to wait

until he gets the call.

Last Thursday

of every month.

LAPD's always watching,

trying to follow the money.

But it's like a game

of cat and mouse.

They always lose.

Well, we ain't LAPD, dread.

We're Starsky and Hutch.

And he's not alone.

Wall picks him up

from the club.

Man, what is that?

Is that a f***ing tick

or something?

Wall never leaves the money.

And this guy takes loyalty

to another level.

So it's just the Mexican

and one guy?

I mean, how tough can

this Wall character be?

Yeah, how tough?

It was his twin brother.

Old Testament.

Blood may be thicker than

water, but bad's to the bone.

A bat-wielding mafia

hit man at the club,

and a twin-brother-killing

bodyguard everywhere else.

His girlfriend must be sick

and tired of all this testosterone.

I know I am.

She's well cared for.

- Cheers, babe.

- You're welcome.

- Thanks, darling.

- No problem.

A gilded cage

is no sanctuary.

My mom was right.

We should have been

a couple of bankers.

- You are.

- I said bankers.

Then the money would

have come to us.

Where'd you get this tea?

- It's nice, isn't it?

- Mmm.

I nicked a couple of bags

from C-Note's bar.

Hmm.

Hey, where are you going?

Hold that for us, darling.

- See you later.

- Bye.

He does sh*t like that.

So what's up with him?

Okay, you know what?

You need a drink.

Would you throw

everybody out, please?

All right, come on.

I got your favorite.

Thanks.

You know, he's never

gonna leave her, Chilli.

There are plenty of guys

in this town just like him.

Come on, Chilli.

You can have any guy you want.

I don't want anybody.

Come on,

you have options.

Not me.

Okay, you sure?

Tell Ian I'll meet him

in my room.

Hey, that sh*t

ain't free.

You know what?

Maybe this sh*t

ain't free either.

I'm just saying I'm the one who has

to pay for the sh*t. You know?

You know what?

Wait here.

- Where have you been all day?

- Come on.

I told you it was my daughter's

birthday, right?

Look, I'll send Wall

around with the car.

Meet me downstairs in half an hour

and we'll go to the spa.

Okay?

Stop thinking

and do what you came to do

You know I want this

And I need you.

Anton.

Hmm?

What's this?

Just thought you needed a new kettle...

one that works.

It's not my birthday.

It's been 10 years, mate.

- Time to put it behind you.

- I know what time it is.

You're always looking down at that

busted watch

like it's as right as Big Ben.

A man of your stature needs a proper

timepiece. You know what I mean?

- Looks like a piece of sh*t, don't it?

- Yeah.

But that's the whole point.

The coppers won't think

twice about it.

- Oh.

- But the engine's souped up.

- Right.

- It'll go like sh*t off a shovel.

Oy. Whatever happens

in that warehouse,

you stay in the car.

Do you understand?

And when we say drive,

you f***ing drive.

Right, all right.

Got it.

- When you say drive, I drive. I got it.

- Yeah.

Whatever happens,

stay in the car.

- Right.

- Now go on.

Wash up.

Wipe that grin off your face

before Mom sees you.

Here, have a read

of the inscription.

Go on.

"To my brother in arms.

Always strong,

always courageous."

Who's Robert Wellington?

Oh, I couldn't get

a blank one.

I'm touched.

Come on, time to go.

Where are we going?

Hello.

I got a shirt

just like that.

You ran out of mint,

so I crushed up some Tic Tacs.

They're called

Tic Tac Tos.

What the hell are

you doing on my boat?

Bloody starving, man.

Just listen, all right?

We go through the alley,

around the service entrance.

Back door's taken care of.

He makes the call.

We wait,

then the money comes to us.

- Cool?

- Yeah, I'm f***ing cool.

I don't need

a puppet show.

How many times you gonna

go over the same sh*t?

And why am I

always the pepper?

Because you're f***ing

superstitious.

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