The Infiltrator Page #9

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She forced me to meet with the press

and now she's gunning for me

since I wouldn't give 'em your name.

Well, thank you.

Think DEA has any openings?

Hey, Bob, Bob,

can you help me with this goddamn thing?

- Here, here, here, here, you're messing it up.

- All right.

We only had one tie in Aguadilla,

so I never got a turn,

so never learned, you know.

I just hate wearing suits,

I always feel like I look like a waiter.

Yeah, well, run, get me a cup of coffee.

Yeah, I got your creamer right here.

Hey, other than when Junior was born,

this is one of the best days of my life.

This is my brother-in-law, Steve.

This is Gonzalo.

Nice to meet you, Gonzalo.

- See you on the other side.

- All right.

Wow...

Hey, guys.

Do you think I'm gonna get f***ed later?

You're gonna get f***ed

like you never been f***ed before.

Great.

Hey!

- So glad you're here.

- Good to see you.

- Hey.

- Yeah.

Musella, I think you wear red.

Tischler's orders.

Good guys are in white today.

Well, then sh*t,

I'm wearing the wrong color over here.

Just haven't had a chance

to show your true colors.

You're too kind.

I'll be glad when this sh*t is done, Bobby.

Yeah. One last hurdle, Dom.

Armbrecht's not here.

Sh*t.

How you doing? You all right?

- Move it, piss ant.

- All right.

Get out of my face.

What are you doing here?

When the heat is on, you

get out of the fire.

Except, I'm a chef, I'm always in the fire.

Besides, you're not talking

to Roberto Alcaino.

I am now Fernando Alvarez.

Wanna see my Argentinian passport?

Roberto, I'm glad you're here.

But there is a part of me

that wishes you hadn't taken that risk.

Without family or friends,

what kind of world would this be?

There would be no reason to be alive.

Hmm?

It's a good day.

Okay, here we go.

Where's Ertz? You got eyes on Ertz?

- Yeah, right here.

- Where?

Just there.

- Roberto.

- Surprise.

Please be seated.

Bob. Kathy.

I'd like you to turn around and take a look

at everyone that's gathered here today

to celebrate your love.

Does anyone here have any reason

why this couple should not be wed?

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Here we go. Here we go.

These guys first! They're right here!

Get them!

Bob! Get down! Get Down!

Don't move!

You traitors!

You will f***ing regret this!

You hear me!

You'll live to regret this!

Take them away.

You will regret this.

- Go on. Please, take 'em out.

- All right, get them out of here!

Clear it out! Clear it out!

Get all the cuffed people out of here!

Well,

the drug dealers have said that,

your children are

the business of their future.

America needs to stop this scourge.

And these arrests

are a big step in that direction.

A beginning to an end of those who seek...

- Bob.

- Hey.

Armbrecht was taken down at the airport.

Al right. Thank you.

- Good job.

- You, too.

Ain't that some sh*t, Bob?

Tischler bails when the sh*t goes down, and

then she shows up to take the credit, huh?

- Are you surprised?

- A little.

You know, you were right.

Of course, I'm always right.

The informant.

Okay, all right, I'm 99% right.

I loved Bob Musella.

Me, too. Me, too.

Hey, Bob.

Not all your friends

went to jail today, all right?

- Hey.

- Hey.

So, Customs is letting me keep the dress,

but not the pearls.

Too bad you got jilted, you look so hot.

Did you get him to talk?

I'm sorry. I'll catch you guys later.

You wanna help me?

Yeah.

Well, it's still a pretty good ending.

It was, wasn't it?

Go home, Bob.

You okay there?

Harley, you're up next.

Here, catch.

- Hey.

- Hi.

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