Mob Rules Page #3

- Hey.

- Sorry about that, babe.

It keeps him calm.

I've tried to get him to take his

medication, but it's a struggle.

- What'll you have?

- I'll have a number three.

- Number three.

- With coffee.

- Coffee.

- Black.

- Black. Hey.

- Hello.

Uh...

It's a f***ing diner. They got the same

sh*t in every other diner.

And you get the same sh*t

every time, so just order.

I'll have a number five.

- Five.

- With a Coke.

Coke.

- Diet.

- Diet Coke.

Eggs over easy, not runny.

Oh, wheat toast

instead of white.

Uh, and strawberry,

not grape.

- Oh, and...

- I dare you.

I f***ing dare you.

Thanks, C-Note.

Don't be late tomorrow.

She's too skinny.

5,000.

Fell off a boat down

at the docks.

Mate, it's your birthday,

not mine.

Yeah, but it's not right

that the best jazzman

on the West Side should be

without his instrument.

- Hey, you'll never guess.

- What?

Oh, man.

Oh well.

Oh!

That is beautiful, man.

Happy birthday.

Cheers, man.

F***ing Miles Davis, man.

Oh! That's more

like Bette Davis.

Cheers, man.

Every time.

Did you think you'd

still be doing this?

This... this...

Best laid plans

of mice and men, huh?

Yeah.

Never gave it much thought.

And especially after that

thing with Hoffa, you know?

- I'm lucky to be anywhere.

- You knew Jimmy Hoffa?

Nah.

You might know where

he is, though, right?

The game you think

you're playing

I already know

I made it up myself

so show some shame

And let me go

'cause

I turn you upside down

I turn you

inside out

You don't know me,

baby

You don't know

what I'm about

I turn you upside down

I turn you

inside out...

She can still

work that stage.

Maybe she wants

her old job back.

How many times we

been doing this sh*t?

We've been doing this kind

of sh*t loads of times,

and not once has it ever

gone according to plan.

- What?

- You know what that is?

- What what it?

- All this.

Planning everything down

to the last second.

"What if this happens?

What if that happens?" It's avoidance.

Oh, is that your professional

opinion, Dr. Freud?

Or did you just pull

that one out of your ass?

You know what

you're trying to avoid?

Any responsibility

whatsoever.

If anything goes wrong,

you can always blame me.

All right.

- Call it.

- I ain't calling sh*t.

I told you,

I don't base my decisions

on a f***ing coin toss.

Oh, I forget.

You don't believe in fate, in luck.

Well, you're lucky that

I've got enough luck for the both of us.

And I'd rather be lucky than prepared

any day of the week. Any day.

Well, then you're lucky

I'm so prepared.

You finished

with that egg?

Cherry's got

one regular customer

and every single night

he falls asleep on that stage.

Bad for business.

The old man's 90 years old

and still leaves every

night with a boner.

Cherry must be doing

something right.

You okay, baby?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey.

- Don't do that.

- Do what?

That was on tails

and that is bad luck.

Do not put it in with

the rest of my money.

- You wanna check the books?

- Yeah.

Chilli.

Darling, do us a favor...

go and tell Wall it's time to bring

the car around, please.

Please.

To the best jazz club

in London...

the Silhouette.

- Sweet as.

- Yeah.

- Daddy.

- Oy.

- Daddy, can we play?

- Come sit right here.

- Can we play?

- We'll keep it for later.

There.

Got it all planned

to the last second.

- I believe you have.

- Are you the cowboy?

Yeah, Tonto.

Salute.

What time you got?

It's three minutes

after 3:
00.

I can see

the f***ing clock.

I'm asking,

what time do you have?

It's 3:
03 on the dot.

Look at that.

This cost me $30,000

and I've got to ask

someone with, what,

a 20-buck f***ing Casio

what time it is.

I thought that was a gift.

She buys me a watch,

right,

that ends up

costing me $30,000

and it's not even right

twice a f***ing day.

And it looks like a...

like a Christmas ornament.

Now tell me, is that a gift

or is that f***ing extortion?

Really?

If I don't reset this

piece of sh*t every day,

I am living

in the f***ing past.

It's cutting it close.

Yeah.

He's very late.

You do me a favor?

Don't tell him I came by.

Lot of agents come here.

Yep.

For eggs and dope.

Not to see your

little skinny ass.

- Ha! You got jokes, huh?

- Yeah.

Sh*t.

Must be one

of your patients, Mikie.

Doctor's in.

What you need?

Listen, I told you,

I don't speak Mexican,

motherf***er.

Where the f*** are you?

I don't do business

there anymore.

Look look look.

I'll have your money tomorrow.

All of it.

I just need the sh*t!

All right, okay. You keep on borrowing

from Peter to pay Paul

and that sh*t's gonna catch up

to you in a permanent way.

I didn't lie.

I'm square, I swear.

- I'll get it. I swear.

- Whatever.

Listen, you just

remember, b*tch,

I'm Paul.

Oh sh*t.

You understand that?

Comprende?

- Man.

- You need to get a job.

All right, well,

you need to get a car.

I can't be driving

my sister around.

- Huh-uh. That doesn't look...

- Look what?

- Cool?

- Oh, damn.

- Take the sh*t.

- I'm not carrying your sh*t.

- Sydney, take it.

- I'm not touching it.

- I quit.

- You quit?

- I quit.

- That's some bullshit, Sydney.

- I did, for real.

- Here.

- What the f*** is that?

- What the f*** does it look like?

Look, take this and put

the sh*t in your drawers.

- No.

- Sydney.

What the f***

is wrong with you?

I'm not carrying

your sh*t, Mikie.

Okay, maybe I'll just tell Mama

that you're my best customer.

No way.

Look, they can't touch you.

They have to call a lady cop.

Just take the sh*t

and put it in your drawers.

I'm not wearing

any underwear.

- You ain't wearing no drawers?

- No, I'm not wearing drawers.

Think he's stupid enough

to still be doing business out here?

Do something with it.

Yeah, he's stupid enough.

F***.

Sydney, come on.

I swear to God,

you owe me.

You owe me big time.

Detective Beller.

- Step out of the car.

- Hey, I'm just dropping my sister off.

She's meeting

with an agent.

Both of you step out

of the car.

I'm gonna f***ing

kill you.

Put your hands

on the hood please, miss.

- She's meeting with an agent.

- Uh-huh.

Hey, man,

that's my sister.

Your sister,

Mikie, huh?

Mikie? They know you

by name, Mikie?

I didn't know you

had a sister, Mikie.

- But there is a resemblance.

- Hey, don't even think about it.

- Shut up, Mikie!

- You shut up!

- You shut up!

- What you gonna do?

I swear to God, they better take you

into protective custody.

When Mama finds out,

she's gonna beat you to death.

Find out about what?

I didn't do nothing.

You never do anything, Mikie.

Not little Mikie.

You never do anything.

- You just mad 'cause I'm the cute one.

- Shut up. Just...

She's not hiding anything

in this dress.

- You wanna check the car?

- Nah.

Let's leave him to the big sister.

You're a f***ing idiot, Mikie.

Hey, what did you do

with the sh*t?

What?

Don't ask.

Give me a tissue or your shirt.

- Hey, how are you today?

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