The Infiltrator Page #2

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Hey, Abreu.

You trust this guy?

As much as I trust you.

Come on, man.

Come on, pick up. Pick up.

Yeah.

Mmm. Mmm.

These f***ing things are so fresh, man.

Hey, I got a bigger connect.

- These guys are the biggest of the big.

- Oh, yeah?

You need to trust me on that.

Trust you, man?

I pay you for information, not trust.

That's what I give you, man.

That ticket to the Super Bowl, papa.

Yeah, Steve, I've been thinking.

I think that

we've been doing this backwards.

We've been following the drugs

to get to the bad guys.

What if we chase the money

to get to the bad guys?

- The real power up at the top.

- Okay.

Only thing is,

I cannot work with Emir Abreu.

That dude is nuts.

- Well, can I be honest?

- Yeah.

You can't work without him.

He's your way in.

Come on, watch out,

you're stepping on all the bodies, man.

What?

You're stepping and it's disrespectful.

Hey, hey, look at this. Falconi.

Come on. It's the Italianist-sounding

name ever. Come on.

Look at the dates. You do the math.

I'd be 77 years old.

- That's about right. Leathery and craggly.

- Let's go. Come on.

- Are you even looking?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm looking.

Here we go.

Bob Musella.

Dates are perfect.

Hey, what about this one?

Dominguez.

Emilio Dominguez.

Close enough to Emir, I suppose.

- Yeah, it's kind of sexy.

- The dates work.

- Sexy?

- Yeah.

- Who the hell cares if it's sexy?

- I care.

It's my name.

I wanted to have a sexy name.

I have developed

what I like to call my masterpiece.

There's a built-in noise reduction system

to eliminate all undesirable sound.

Eagle wings up, record. Horizontal, off.

He is a real entrepreneur.

Aeronautics, finance.

Even has his own line of wholesale jewelry.

- There he is. Eric Wellman.

- Got his hand in everything.

How are you?

Good to see you. Emir Abreu.

- Hey, man.

- What's up, my man?

I've set up phone lines on the switchboard.

- So, how did you two meet again?

- The IRS.

IRS. You two

must have got all the

p*ssy. "This is an audit,

drop the panties."

Don't encourage him.

You've got access to my secretaries,

free use of the conference room.

- Anything else, you only have to ask.

- Yes. Yes, sir.

Chacho, this is so much more like it. Nice.

You should have seen the apartment

Customs gave us.

Oh, my God. It was so filthy

even the rats ran from it, you know.

Thank you, Eric.

Mmm!

Okay.

Welcome, everyone.

It's parents' night. This is second grade.

My lesson plan is a cooperative process

that I build with the parents.

And to have you here...

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

I have to get this.

Um...

- I apologize. I... Should I...

- No, it's okay. Um...

- No, it's... It's okay.

- Okay, sorry.

Very sorry to interrupt.

- Oh, hi.

- I'm Andrea's father.

I hope she's doing well in school.

She loves it.

- Oh, great.

- But I do have to go.

- Um, do you need money for a cab?

- No, it's okay.

You're okay. Okay. Sorry.

- Thanks. Bye.

- No problem.

- Ah!

- Eh.

Hey!

Shut the f*** up!

Eh...

Hey.

- What the hell happened back there?

- What were you so pissed off about, man?

- What am I pissed off about?

- Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, man.

I called your wife and told her

you were gonna be late for dinner

'cause you were locked in a closet,

you know.

Bob, we're all waiting

for you to come out the closet.

You know that, right?

So, this is all just a joke to you?

Oh, come on, man. You need a beer.

You need to relax.

I don't want a beer, I want answers.

Bro, what do I have to do

to make you happy, man?

Just don't get me killed.

Oh, that's just... Hold it, hold it.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I gotta write that sh*t down.

That's f***ing brilliant.

"Don't get Bob killed."

Cut the sh*t, will you?

It's the little things that get you

whacked, do you understand that?

- I understand that.

- And that's why I plan.

And so when your snitch pulls a gun on me,

- a gun that he's not supposed to have...

- Okay, man, I didn't know. I'm...

I start to wonder,

"Is Emir on my side? Is he with me or not?"

Man, you never gotta question

if I'm on your side or not

'cause I'm always on your f***ing side!

Do you have my back?

I got your back, man.

Do you have my f***ing back?

Bob.

Thank you.

Bobby.

- You look good, Dom.

- Thank you.

Sorry about the cuffs. Regulations.

What are you gonna do?

Don't worry about it.

You should put those on.

Could get a little messy.

You serious?

F***ing hell.

Get the f*** out of here. Bobby, come on.

F***. What, no coffee?

- Oh, sh*t.

- F*** you, Bobby.

You didn't forget?

What's the matter with you?

Black coffee.

- Two sugars.

- Thank you, Bob.

F***.

Look, Dom.

I don't care who you work for right now.

I really don't. I'm not here for that.

- Right, so what do you want, Bob?

- When you cooperated before,

it led to drugs off the street,

and a lot of punks right here

in this shithole that you call your home.

- Sorry, Bobby, I can't rat.

- I'm not asking you to rat.

Can't do it.

I'm asking you to just act.

- Like f***ing what?

- Like you.

Just be yourself. I need you.

You been sleeping

in your office again, counselor?

Why would I go home?

So many wonderful criminals and perverts

to hang out with.

- You all set out here?

- Yeah.

Okay. Flip him or f*** him.

All right.

You have an impressive portfolio,

Mr. Musella.

Musella. Thank you.

I manage the financial affairs

of a group of Colombian businessmen.

They've accumulated wealth

in foreign accounts

and would like me to invest it for them

in Florida real estate.

- Is that feasible?

- It's not a problem.

You think you'll need to move money

the other way,

from the US out of the country?

That would be something

we might consider.

- Hey. How are you?

- What's up, man?

Mr. Dominguez?

- I'm Lee Palmer.

- That ready?

- I like the way you work, sir.

- Come on, let's get to it.

- Follow me.

- All right.

Okay.

All right.

Now, I'm gonna feed the wire.

Yeah. Yeah, I got it, Dad.

Pull it.

Now, you see that little tab of tape

on the end here?

- Yeah. Okay.

- You can come on down.

- There we go. Hey, look at that.

- Cool, Dad.

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

Well, Scotty and I are hooking up a light.

So, when someone calls Daddy's work line,

it flashes instead of rings.

Guys, go get ready for dinner.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Wash your hands.

- Yeah, Mom.

Hey.

You Okay?

Promise me this is the last one.

I promise.

Good.

Okay?

So, what's your UC?

- I launder money for the mob.

- Oh, that figures.

- Why?

- Oh, nothing. Nothing.

- What? You're looking at my hair.

- No, it, it...

Gentlemen, I sincerely apologize.

Family business got in the way.

Seor Mora, Gonzalo. Bob Musella.

Pleasure to meet you.

Please, let me make it up to you.

We are going to have a fantastic evening.

- I promise you that.

- Yeah.

Hey, Bobby, come here.

- You look f***ing great, man.

- Yeah?

My financial structure is already in place.

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