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What's up, buttercup?

I'm sorry, Clay.

You pay for damage! You go to jail!

Thank you for having me.

We can't go now. The restaurant's open. Everybody's there.

and watching your hand puppet show. Get your stuff, now.

It's great, Dad. Thanks.

- Anybody opposed? - Yeah, me.

That's why we're going to work three-man shifts.

Yeah, 'cause the cancer's keeping me fit and spunky.

You think he's happy?

He still has that tat.

- This was not our deal. - Shut up.

You started telling me something earlier.

I live on that shit list.

- Well, where's Chucky? - That's the up side.

You're wrong. He's my best pal.

I'm not with him.

- What's up? - We got to go.

Gonna need something heavy.

Thanks. How much he give you?

Clay. It's good to see you, man.

Well, it's about time. There's Ope. I'll ask him.

- Fire. - All right.

I'm gonna tie you up and I'll throw you in the goddamn closet.

Come on, babies.

I'm not talking about you and Sam Crow.

We're going to split the cash with Chucky boy.

Call the guys. We got to do this thing now. And it could get messy.

Got to get the fireworks ready.

The King'd be so proud.

- It's so beautiful. - It'll blind you.

you really got 400 thou stashed away, huh, Chucky?

You tell Clay I'm pissed off.

You got no idea how much I appreciate you helping me out.

Skimmed 400 K off of Henry Lin's crew.

The ceiling above the stove.

Let's go, Chucky. We're picking up the Chink money now.

You know, she took a big hit staying behind.

Then I want him out.

It's not a club thing, Donna.

God bless Social Security.