The Infiltrator Page #5

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We are celebrating tonight.

It is Evelyn's birthday.

Speak of the devil, here it is.

Look at that.

Look at the size of that f***ing cake.

Whoa, whoa. Hang on, hang on.

- This says "Happy Anniversary."

- Yes, sir.

- I ordered a birthday cake.

- No, sir, you said it was an anniversary.

Whoa. Excuse me. What?

Why would I say it's my...

I'm not even married.

- Why would I order an anniversary cake?

- I thought it was an anniversary...

Now you're f***ing this up.

What are you, a moron or something?

- Bob, It's okay.

- It's not okay.

We pay top dollar coming in here

for good food and good service

and we got neither.

Except I get this motherf***er

telling me that I'm a liar?

- You calling me a liar again?

- No, sir, I'm not calling you a liar.

- You're not calling me a liar?

- No.

But you said that I told you

that I wanted an anniversary cake.

Sir, I'm sorry.

We have to understand something,

you and me.

- You can read? All right.

- I can read, sir.

When I look at this cake

it says to me, "Happy Anniversary."

What does it say to you?

It says, "Happy Anniversary!"

"Happy Anniversary," doesn't it?

- Stop!

- Get that f***ing thing away from me!

Jesus.

What the hell's wrong with you?

I'm sorry, Ev.

That was the most degrading, vicious,

disgusting thing I have ever seen you do.

I know. I'm sorry.

I never wanted you to see that.

So, what's she like?

Who?

"Who?"

I hardly know her.

Bob, I checked out

that license plate you gave me.

Luckily your stalker

and I got the same taste.

Wait a minute? You found him?

Listen, Emir, follow protocol, please.

No antics.

Just relax, all right.

I got close enough to know that

he didn't smell like a perp.

He had that familiar government scent.

- So, where are you from?

- Kansas.

Who the f***

are you working for? Huh?

Who do you work for, motherf***er?

Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, that license number

you gave Emir, I searched it.

Took me a while

'cause the car's registered to a company

with an address on a vacant lot.

The property records tie back to

what I've confirmed as a CIA front.

- Emir was right. Unbelievable.

- Yeah.

Here, take the tapes.

Ospina authorized pickups

in Detroit, LA, Houston and New York.

- He bought in?

- Yeah, he bought in.

In a big way.

You okay, Bob?

- You don't seem yourself.

- You wanna talk to the psychologist?

- No, I'm fine.

- Just wanna make sure you're okay.

- What, I'm fine.

- Okay.

Come on. Come on, baby.

Come on, number two.

Come on, number two.

Come on, number two.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on, come on, run God damn it.

Run, run, run.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes, yes, yes. Come on, baby.

Ah, sh*t.

Never trust an animal

without a jockey on its back.

Who is there to fix the goddamn race?

I've got a tip in the fifth.

You got a tip, huh? Who from, the mutt?

No.

Ospina.

It's a nice-looking ring.

What's that, a coca leaf?

You know, most of the a**holes I meet

think it's a maple leaf.

My paperwork for Southern Air Transport

has to be in place.

In order to do that we need to make it

look like I manage your money.

Listen, friend, I never

f*** on the first date.

Evening, ladies.

Walmart on every block.

Smack dab in milk and honey land.

America the beautiful.

Only we don't get to the see the filth

on the other side of the store.

The sewage of civilization.

Hell, man, if it wasn't for the churches,

this whole f***ing place would just die.

You know, the Good Book?

It says, "Don't steal, don't lie."

Well, who's that written for?

You know, we pray for a good clean life,

a list of do's or don'ts,

and we act like animals. All of us.

And Nancy Reagan with her holier-than-thou

"just say no to drugs" bullshit.

Ronny, you know,

he should've stayed the Gipper.

He's nothing but a two-faced drug pusher.

Whatever happened to good old integrity?

Do you think that half homo Ospina

knows what's coming? Good luck.

You, me and every other prick

is sucking on the tit of that golden calf.

Now listen to me.

If one of those bullets was meant for you,

I wouldn't be talking to you now, would I?

Look, Dominic, I...

- Who sent you, Ospina?

- No.

- Was it that f***ing Mora kid?

- No, no, I went on my own.

Jesus, Bob, you sprung me

out of jail to watch your back,

and now look at you, you're waist-deep.

- You having fun without me?

- No.

Now, listen to me,

they're f***ing meeting tonight.

- It never happened, do you hear me?

- Okay, it never happened.

Bobby, say it like you mean it.

I mean, that it never happened.

Do you think

that I'm doing a good job for you?

MORA SR; Excellent.

Then why don't you do right for me?

You know that I'm only protected

if more people buy in.

You promised to extend our network

if I delivered. And I have.

Boss...

If you can't convince your bosses

to meet with me,

then our arrangement is over.

Mr. Bob, the drug business

is a waiting game.

I know.

I've been trying

to teach this man some patience.

Your fiance is a very wise woman.

And if I may be so bold,

incredibly ravishing.

So, I think I will grant you the meeting.

We have reached

a point of no return, Mr. Bob.

Have a great evening.

Mr. Musella, it's time.

Go forward.

So, you are Robert Musella?

I am.

And you are?

This way.

Go to padrino.

- What is your name?

- Joshua Baron.

What is your name, sir?

Your name?

Robert Musella.

Eshu Elegu is protecting you today.

You're good.

You are free to go.

Get up. You can leave. Get up.

Now.

It was an audition. You got the part.

Be ready in five minutes.

I was...

So, Mr. Musella, what can you do for me?

So, how do you feel

about the stock market?

No, no, too risky.

It's like going to Vegas.

We like to take, not to be taken.

Well, if you place funds

that are earmarked for investments

into one of my firms here in New York,

we can split the fees evenly.

Or, you can simply put your money

into one of my mortgage accounts...

Oh, hey, hey.

See, that way, it'll look like a loan

and then you just use the loan proceeds.

Now, there's a number of ways

that we can make this work.

Wait till you meet her.

Hello, sweetheart.

Watch this, Bobby, and learn.

- Roberto Alcaino, this is my Aunt Vicky.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Mr. Alcaino...

- Call me Roberto, please.

Well, I love being

on a first-name basis with a gentleman.

Come on.

I love this park. It's my playground.

See those buildings over there?

They're mine.

The one on the right's a piece of sh*t,

but I can't flip it.

And the other one, Bobby and I just sold.

For how much, Bobby?

Oh, my God.

We made a lot of money on that one.

Actually a shitload of zeros

starting with the number 8.

But I hate to brag.

Oh, my nephew here

is in charge of the finances.

Yeah.

Bob has a real nose for business.

And women.

Well, thank you. I've always

had a thing for Latinos.

So, you want an apartment?

Ooh! Here comes the close.

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