The Set Up Page #4

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and reading the sports page.

I like reading the box scores.

I like seeing who wins,

who loses.

It relaxes me.

You know what I mean?

Now they say

that they're gonna stop

publishing newspapers

so people can read the stats

and the box scores

on their f***ing cell phone.

Who wants to look at a cell phone

when you're eating food?

It's ridiculous.

I'll tell you what it is--

uncivilized.

It's a different world.

Same world,

different toys.

What do you hear

about Petey and the kid?

Nothing yet.

But we grabbed one

of the Russians this morning.

Sal's softening him up

right now.

All right.

Go take a look.

I'll be down there

in a little bit, all right?

- Give me a call if something changes.

- All right.

Will do, boss.

Boss.

What did Petey's mom say?

She hasn't heard anything.

And the sisters,

no one's seen him.

This way.

Thanks.

How's it going, Sal?

He tell you anything?

- Not much.

- Hey, Ivan.

Oh. Hey, buddy.

Hey. Hey.

How you doing in there?

Sal, this defeats the whole f***ing

purpose of interrogating him.

How are you gonna get anything

out of him if he's dead?

You brought me all the way

down here for this?

Now you've got to go get

another Russian, all right?

I was hoping I'd see

you again, my son.

You can leave

the burden of life

at the door

of God's house.

You really believe

all this sh*t, Father?

I mean, if He made good

He also made bad, right?

Do you believe in free will?

The idea that you are free

to make your own choice

in this world.

Of course.

Then how could you make a choice

between right and wrong

if God did not offer

the two extremes?

The path to God is based

upon your ability

as a thinking, feeling being

to make the correct

decisions.

If everything was perfect,

then you wouldn't be on earth.

You'd already be in heaven.

You don't live

in my world, Father.

God can forgive

almost anything, my son.

But you must open

your heart to Him.

Aw, Christ.

Back five f***ing minutes,

I got to deal with this a**hole.

Hey, Johnny.

Welcome back.

How was Vegas?

- Hot.

- Yeah?

Yeah, what else

you want to know?

-I need to talk to you.

- I heard you got a problem with ghosts.

- Ghosts?

- Yeah.

People that should

be dead, but ain't.

What the f*** did I tell you?

If you're gonna whack someone,

you put two in the head. That way

they can't come back for you.

- Yeah, I know.

- You know, but you didn't do that,

did you?

Now you got problems.

Yeah, I was kind of hoping

you could help me out.

I already helped you out.

I took care of the cops.

Come on, man, you got a cut.

For protection. I ain't going

to war for you, kid.

- I'm not asking you to go to war for--

- You shut the f*** up.

Listen, that friend of yours,

somehow he got Biggs involved.

That changed everything.

This guy don't f*** around.

He's the most ruthless,

cold motherf***er you'll ever meet.

You know what happened

-to the last guy who f***ed with him?

- No.

Let's just say he got

a closed-casket funeral.

I can't do anything on this.

You're on your own.

All right.

And I'll tell you something else.

If Biggs reaches out for me,

I'm gonna deliver you.

Just like that?

It's business.

John.

F***.

Sonny?

- Hey.

- I'm sorry.

He always said that

he'd be okay as long

as you were there.

I'll make it better.

Long time.

Only 13 years.

I can't help you.

I didn't come here

to ask you for your help.

Well, then why

don't you get to it?

They only let me out of

my cage for about 15 minutes.

I came to ask

is there anything you

want me to tell your son

before I kill him?

You know, if this glass wasn't

between us I'd break your f***ing neck

- for talking to me that way!

- The glass is there.

Hey. Hey!

- That's it, let's go.

- You hear that?

That's it, let's go.

Let's go.

- That's it.

- This crazy motherf***er.

All right, all right.

- Is he here?

- Yeah, but he's busy right--

What the f***? Mia.

So you gonna be around

later on?

- Yo, Mia, what the f***?

- Get rid of her.

- Hey.

- What?

Get your sh*t

and get going.

I guess just go.

You're a f***ing a**hole.

This is why we're in a world

of sh*t, Vincent.

Because you're off

f***ing around

instead of taking care

of business.

Calm down.

I'm tying up the loose ends.

Loose ends? The only f***ing

loose end is Sonny.

I am telling you, Vincent,

do not underestimate him.

I grew up with Sonny.

He's a hothead.

He'll always come through

the front door.

Great, so we'll just wait

for the doorbell to ring, right?

Mia, enough.

We need a backup

register open, please.

Backup register open, please.

This what you want?

All cashiers

please come to the front.

All cashiers to the front.

-- It's open, Vincent.

We're done with

the small talk, hmm?

Where are my diamonds?

I sold them.

Wrong answer.

Oh, come on.

So this is fun for you?

Huh?

Want to go again?

You have a lot

of nice things here.

Is this all worth it?

Yeah, it is.

Ooh, scary-- blood.

Give me my diamonds

and we're done.

F*** you!

F***, man.

I'm starving.

We'll get something

on the way back home.

What you in the mood for?

Sh*t, like a f***ing salad.

What the hell?

What's wrong with you, man?

Yo, Mia.

Mia.

F***.

Mia?

F***.

Oh f***.

We've got to get

the f*** out of here, Vince.

We've got to go.

- Let's go.

- Get off me!

I'm sorry, man.

We've got to get the f*** out of here.

Shut up.

I'm sorry, girl.

- Frankie, how's it going?

- Nothing, boss.

No one's seen

or heard anything.

They must have whacked

the both of them.

Listen, you stupid f***ing

Russian son of a b*tch,

if you're not gonna plan

on growing gills anytime soon,

I'd suggest you tell the man

what he wants to know.

Black man took the money.

That's all I see.

He took it.

for air he starts screaming about God.

- 20.

- Bet.

Bring him up.

Oh, mother of God!

Hey, Aqualung.

Let me tell you something.

God ain't here.

Okay?

God has left Detroit.

I'm your only god today.

So you'd better tell me

what happened to my boy Petey,

what happened

to the black man,

and what happened

to my f***ing money.

- You hear me?

- Man with gun, he took your money.

He took your money.

I tell the truth. I tell the truth!

You're a tough son of a b*tch.

Back in the pool, Tony.

- You see that game last night?

- Yeah.

It was a ball. Way outside.

No f***ing way

that was a strike.

Ump walked to the plate,

he couldn't see sh*t.

- They should use that computer box.

- Yeah.

- Way outside.

- F***in' ump is like Mr. f***ing Magoo.

He can't see anything.

I think he's drowning, boss.

Pull him up.

--I think he's dead.

I think he was telling the truth.

Listen, come and get me

after you clean this up.

- I'm gonna go get a massage.

- Will do. Let's get him.

Yeah? Yeah, I'll be there.

I'm just running a few minutes late.

- I don't like to be kept waiting.

- Whatever.

- You're light.

- it's all there.

No it isn't.

You're light.

What the f*** are you

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