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- Hey, come on!

- Order!

- Come on!

- It's my name too.

- Order!

- Yeah.

Are you strict?

Amish.

You turned away from the TV.

You're a strict one.

We've all got vices, my friend.

- Shut up!

- I understand...

I watch

too much of this sh*t anyway.

Hey.

Hey!

What does a guy have to do

to get service?

There's no table service.

Are you serious?

- There's no table service. You order here.

- It's like three f***in' feet.

Such a...

Man. All right.

Okay. All right. Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna be all right.

I would... Hold on.

Could I get a cappuccino?

Just give me a bonca

fucka-fookin'- f***in' coffee, would you?

You work at Dreams, right?

I heard you got in a fight

the other night with some limeys.

Now, I'm not the kind of guy

to get between a man and his grudge,

but don't do that again.

I'd really appreciate it.

I need those a**holes.

At least for another week.

Hey! Mine's bigger than that.

Did you spit in this?

Hey, dummy. What'd you do with Naadirah?

Where is she?

Leo, this is Nicky.

He runs Maksim's business

across the street.

He drinks free, all right?

What are you having, Nicky?

Two shots, single malt.

Send that and a Stoli up to the office.

Two vodkas

on the rocks, please, mate?

- Chop, chop.

- Come on, boy.

No hard feelings about last night.

These things happen, all right?

Oh yeah, one more thing, mate.

Where's that little blue-haired waitress

from yesterday? Hmm?

'Cause I'd like to give her

an apology as well.

I'd like to give her a very big apology.

Come here!

Hey, stop!

Leo, you're fired.

Cocksucking commie a**holes.

It's a good likeness, babe.

You know who drew that?

That f***ing barman

who beat up my ticket out of here.

God! This place...

No wonder the Krauts

keep invading other countries.

If I knew I was stuck here

for the rest of time,

I would be blitzkrieging my ass

through France too.

You'll make it back to the States.

It's gonna be great.

Uh-oh... Someone's awake.

Come here.

Say hi to your Uncle Duck.

What are you doing awake? Oh.

Oh, man. What a beautiful babe.

You sure she's yours?

She says she can't sleep.

No? Did you have a nightmare?

- You want some water, honey?

- No, I'm gonna stick with beer.

- Bill, I need to take off.

- Okay. Here, take a cab.

You need any help with her again,

call me.

- Thank you.

- Bye, Josie. See you soon.

Hey, you did great tonight.

Thanks, Kanwal.

Bye.

Bye.

- She work at the club?

- She works at the parlor.

- Oh.

- Sweet kid.

What do you say we take you upstairs?

I'll read you a story.

Come on. I'll tuck you in.

By the way, what happened downstairs...

The little word game, "Wanna-be-a-papa"?

Don't do that again. I'll hurt you.

I was just playing, babe.

Hmm. And don't shtup our babysitter.

That'd be weird, right?

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are still available

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of US service personnel

absent without leave.

Don't be shy. Screw that guy.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Don't know her.

You've got the wrong place.

Follow me, love.

You?

Get out.

You're going to get me in trouble.

If you haven't found her, it's probably

because she's finally dumped you,

you useless sh*t.

Or...

or...

maybe you're here for me.

Yeah. That's right.

Oh, what? What? Are you judging me now?

You f***ing tech-tard!

- Hey, Luba!

- Do you think your girlfriend's a saint?

You think your girlfriend's a saint,

don't you?

Trust me. Trust me. Naadirah has secrets.

You all right, Luba?

I touch his dick

and he jumps like a spooked dog.

Gunther.

Let me help you.

Da stargo tora.

Da stargo tora.

Da stargo tora.

All these people are here for IDs?

No, mate. The whole thing's organic.

Different crews in on different days.

You know, chop shops, data miners,

arms dealers, cybernetics.

If you want it, someone in here

can supply it. Probably me.

The cops don't shut you down?

Nah, we migrate.

Try not to overstay our welcome, you know?

I do not believe this sh*t.

Rob! Rob! That motherf***er...

Hey! Jesus.

Come on.

Oi! No trouble from you, son.

Not today.

You lost, mate? Hmm?

I'm not interested in her, Leo.

We saw enough of her at the club.

Didn't we?

Yeah, we did.

Ah!

Take a hint and f*** off.

You heard the man.

Now look, I'm not trying to be

disrespectful. Am I, Rob?

No, you're not stupid.

What's a class bird like

your missus doing with a Joey like you?

I mean, look at you.

Mute, broke, bullshit fashion sense.

Hey, are you even listening to me?

F*** me, he's weird.

Oh!

Oh, the duck flies. Oh, he flies.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, sit down.

- Yeah, ball's loaded, babe.

Yeah.

So, you and Josie all plugged

into the system now?

I think so.

- You know that bartender from the club?

- Yeah.

He crashed the session.

- Are you serious?

- I got Josie out of there.

Something's going on.

I don't know why you

don't use my passport.

You know, do your fingertips,

retina implant,

you gotta bleach your hair,

and then you gotta shave

the lady tickler off.

I'd rather kill myself.

I understand.

It's hard to be this good-looking.

It's a responsibility.

Yeah, that's it.

Are you gonna stick around here

for the rest of your life?

Why not? Plenty of work, good perks.

Make better implants than anybody else.

I don't mind being the big fish.

Besides, my life's a lot less complicated

than yours, babe.

As long as I've got enough to eat,

some cash to splash,

and some cooch to smooch...

I am...

Ooh!...a happy man.

I should turn pro.

Oh.

Oh, look at that.

School girls, babe.

Itty-bitty titties

and smooth little pussies.

Wow.

- Then they grow up.

- Take your f***ing shot.

I'll tell you something,

it's not gonna be long

before you're fighting

all them young studs off that

cutie-pie little daughter of yours.

Ow! F***!

Don't do that.

Don't talk about my daughter.

Get off me, man.

Just f***ing playing around, man.

You need to maintain

a sense of humor, babe.

Ah, f***!

Why don't you just build yourself

a new hand, big fish?

Let me see it.

Come on, let me see it.

Hold this against it.

All right, I'll take your shot.

So close.

This is Oswald.

I'm busy.

Please leave packages downstairs.

Who the hell are you?

Hey! Hey!

You can't come barging

into a man's home uninvited.

I could be entertaining.

This is my place.

What's your name?

That's... that's none of your business.

Don't worry about that.

Oi! D*ckhead, that's private!

You speak English?

You speak Deutsch?

Oh, sh*t.

Deutsch.

- Oh...

- Ah...

You work for Nicky Simsek?

This is ridiculous.

Wait there. Hold on.

If Nicky wants to keep

this little sideline of his running,

he needs to get a better class of whore.

Fat Max wasn't even that fat.

And he should shower next time,

between clients.

You're here for Naadirah.

I already paid her.

If Nicky didn't get his money,

his problem is with her, not me.

But you can tell Nicky,

if he wants to do business with me,

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