This fucker Roper, he's got a girlfriend.

She works at the newspaper.

So-- What do you wa-- What do you--

No, Mike. No, Mike, come on. You know that's not my thing, right?

Hey, don't gimme any shit, Clarence. I'm in here because of you!

Mikey, come on, man. You know you--

You were just robbin' a store, and he was doin' his job.

Fuck you!

- Oh, Mike. - I carried you your whole life, okay?

You needed money. You needed a place to stay.

You were strung out. Bail. This time you are there for me.

Mikey, don't do this to me, please.

- You do it! - I ain't gonna get away with it, Mike.

You just fuckin' do it!

Guard!

Oh, fuck. God!

- Hello? - Hey, how you doin'?

Look, I'm gonna stop at the corner and get some wine. I got the bread already.

- Dinner will be ready soon. - Okay, good. I'm starving.

All right. I'll see you later.