Raw Deal Page #2

There's $25,000 for initial expenses;

more if you need it.

The squat-face guy is a new kid on the block.

His name is "Hammer" Lamanski.

He's been biting off

little pieces of Patrovita's pie.

Doing damage to him

is probably your quickest way...

to catch the big mars eye.

Remember, there's a leak.

He's the one

who got Blair killed.

He's the one I want.

Well, see ya in Chicago.

Big player, number eight!

Place your bets. Place your bets.

Place your bets.

Place your bets.

Place your bets.

All bets down.

All bets down.

Throw the dice!

Seven! You lose.

Come and get another number.

Come and get

another number.

I don't think the table is straight.

I want to see Mr. Lamanski.

He's not around, pal. And all losers

don't think a table is straight.

I'm still right.

Oh, sh*t! Yeah? So what?

Looks like the table's fixed.

This table's fixed! You scumbag! Hey, look

at that! That's bullshit! That's my money!

- Magic or magnet?

- Rudy! Rudy!

Hey, you! Get outta here!

Scram!

Who the f*** are you?

Hey! Wait up!

Guys, make sure to clean up the mess

before you knock off, okay?

I'm gonna kill

that bastard.

Excuse me. Could you move

to the side a little bit?

- Your lights.

- Thank you.

Oh, sh*t!

It's costing us a lot of money

to get together like this...

because now my time

is won'th as much as yours.

- Worth more.

- Hmm?

- You got less of it.

- I gave you the courtesy of this talk...

because you worked

for me a long time.

Like I said,

close down everything and get out...

or one morning you

are gonna wake up dead.

Luigi, I got employees, obligations...

There's plenty for both of us.

There's no "both of us. "

There's just me.

- You got two days.

- And then what? Back to work for you?

You don't work around here

anymore for me...

or anybody.

Auggie, let's move one out.

You got it.

Get down! Move it!

F***ing Lamanski! Who the hell

does that son of a b*tch think he is?

- He thinks he can take me outjust like that?

- Come on!

That bastard's crazy!

He's a f***ing amateur!

He learned nothing from me!

- I'm still okay, right?

- Yeah.

Just a waste

of f***ing bullets.

Tony was a good kid.

Make sure you get

a good replacement for him.

You son of a b*tch!

- Hey, you got the wrong car, pal.

- Shut up.

Hey, you know

who it belongs to?

Yeah, a guy who is probably gonna be dead

before it's out of warranty.

- What are you doing here?

- Waiting for you. Drive.

- What do you want?

- Take off all your jewelry.

- Do you know who bought all this stuff?

- Martin Lamanski.

He has good taste in jewelry,

but you've a rotten taste in men.

Come on.

Gonna mess up your hair.

Attagirl. Keep going.

F***ing sh*t!

You took my lunch, you son of a b*tch!

Good evening, sir.

Down.

- There is no down.

- Hey, I'm not a cop.

I'm a player.

- A martini on me.

- Get you a drink?

- Oh, bartender.

- Yes, sir, a Manattan.

Yeah, another one.

What do you need?

Couple of minutes

with Mr. Rocca.

- Not possible.

- Tell him I'm the pain in Lamanski's ass.

Wait here.

- You're working for Morgan and Company, right?

- Richard's supposed to meet us.

Ladies and gentlemen,

place your bets.

Cards?

- Losing improves your character.

- Winning improves your wardrobe.

Again, place your bets,

ladies and gentlemen.

Cards?

Go on in.

What's your name?

Joseph P. Brenner...

Joey.

And you're the pain

in Lamanski's ass, huh?

Wasted one of his joints

and took down a couple of his bag men.

And this stuff

comes from his girlfriend.

What'd you bother

with that for?

Intimidation.

Let him know that nothing is safe.

What are you

trying to prove?

Joey, this is Max Keller.

Max takes care of things...

all kinds of things.

- Trying to prove that maybe you can use me.

- For what?

To take care of things...

all kinds of things.

That job's filled.

I'm sure a smart man like Mr. Rocca

is always looking to upgrade.

- I'm the best there is.

- Max...

if you're the best there is,

the wheel would've never been invented.

- How'd you know I was looking for somebody?

- I didn't.

I thought

I might get lucky.

Where're you from?

The last few years?

Miami.

- Your references?

- I'm in the computer.

I'm sure you can find a couple of cops

that can punch it up for you.

What makes you think I'd be happy

to see Lamanski's ass kicked?

You see, in Miami, we can tell everything

by the flow of the blow.

This Lamanski has been making

bigger buys every week.

Now, I know he has been

biting into someone's action.

Go see the cashier.

She'll give you a thousand dollars

in chips. Enjoy yourself.

In case you forget,

I'll be checking back with you.

I don't believe

a f***ing word he said.

Girl Scouts build character...

and it's a lot cheaper.

You pester me,

I'll have you tossed out.

You have that kind

of clout around here?

- They know me.

- I envy them.

- Place your bets.

- I'm sure nobody will mind if you go home before you're broke.

Don't trouble yourself over my money.

I always get more.

Getting it somewhere else

might change your luck.

Where the hell

do you think he's going?

Taking a leak?

He's in here? Perfect!

If any more guys duck down that alley,

we're gonna start selling tickets.

- Where'd he go?

- This way.

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Forget it!

- Hurry up!

- Wait up!

- Any trouble?

- Oh, nothing special.

- All these alleys probably have rats.

- You got some I.D.?

Sure.

Saw those three guys

leave the hotel after ya.

Anything particular

or, uh, just a mugging?

They had trouble telling me

what they wanted.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Joseph P. Brenner.

What's the "P" stand for?

P*ssy.

See ya around.

Harry, everything is

moving along fine.

The apartment is okay.

I'm renting a car tomorrow.

Something happened last night

that got me thinking.

I might get into a spot

where a cop is shooting at me.

Any idea how

I ought to handle it?

Three back-busters jumped me.

I have a feeling that Max Keller

had something to do with it.

Rocca is probably checking on me

as I talk. I'll stay in touch.

Hi.

When was the last time

you had a good piss?

Hey, let me in. I gotta take a leak.

- Freeze!

- Don't move!

- Hold it right there!

- In the back room! Cover me!

- We got 'em now!

- Let's get out of here!

Freeze!

- Hey, what the...

- Hold it!

Throw it!

- You got a paper?

- I got a warrant. You got your rights.

Patrovita's got

a big f***ing headache.

Call the president.

I think we just fixed the deficit.

That's $100 million

on the street.

We can make it up

in a couple of weeks.

Just what

Lamanski needed.

If he's got a lot of sh*t on hand,

he's gonna step in at bargain prices...

and grab a great big chunk

of the business!

Well, why don't we

just take him out?

Because he's

looking for it!

You won't get near him now,

unless you want to start a war.

Nobody needs that.

Later.

- How many got busted?

- Eight.

Nobody pulled a trigger.

They'll all make bail.

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