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Now where were we, Candy?
You suggested little Alberto over here - hey baby -
...try to convince his father to take early retirement. He disagreed...Called you a...Let's see...
'psychothic little ***.'
No...No, no, no, no, Please!
Now you best listen, Falcone...
...'cos this is the last time I'll ask.'
What you gonna tell yer father?
That we're getting out of the weapons business. I promise. I'll make him do it.
I see your lips flappin, Berty, but they ain't makin the sound I want to hear.
Now hold on, hold a bloody minute!
I seen your act, I ain't done nothing you'd not'a done.
Black Mask. Put a bounty on my head. WHERE IS HE!?
I don't keep tabs on every geezer with a grudge. You're not a popular bloke in this town.
You're running out of time.
Eck...Wait - Wait...Lacey Towers. There was a ***...
It was supposed to be his safehouse...But Ol' Black Mask - e's got problems of'is own, I'd say. Someone broke in there and -
It appears the game is over before it even begins.
I'm not playing games, Slade.