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Is he here?

You know he is.

Well can you call him?

We'd like to talk.

Class is over for today, lads.

Unless you fancy signing up for the next one.

You know, French, I like you.

Do you?

But you can't run a business for shit.

We can.

Our schools are growing and turning a profit,

while your traditional style of teaching's

becoming more obsolete by the day.

Oh, really? Why is that?

Because you dish out black belts

like they're penny sweets?

Oy! You can tell your man to put his tape measure away.

It's only a matter of time, French.

I have cash here today.

I can pay to transfer the name

on the lease into my corporate account.

You can walk away a rich man. No shame.

What do you say?

I say you're full of shit.

French, $10,000

will buy your lease today.

Next week, my offer will be 7.

The following week, 5.

Can you see where this is going?

Do you wanna get your shoes off my mat?

Ugh. For once in your life, make a smart decision...

I said...

get those shoes off my mat.

Or what?

I guess we can do this the old-fashioned way, couldn't we?

Yeah?

You and I could have a little dance around this mat.

See who comes out on top.

If you win, all right,

I'll move out today.

But if I win,

then you three can get the fuck out,

and don't ever show your face around here again.

You wanna fight me?

Oh, I'll fight all three of you cunts.

Like a kung fu movie?

Yeah, that's it, mate.

Like a fucking kung fu movie.

Come on, then.

All right!

How long was I out?

It's Tuesday, mate.

Just keep the ice on your nose. You'll be okay.

Close the door on the way out, lads. Yeah?

Come on.

Your back kick...

Totally sloppy, French.

Yeah, of course it was.

Was some show you put on there, French.

Let's just hope those blokes

don't come back and torch the place.

My insurance just expired.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

Yeah, you could say that.

Don't suppose you got to talk to your man, did you?

I mean,

I could really use the extra cash.

It's not for you.

Look, you're a tough guy.

You're also a good guy.

I ain't that good, mate.

You saw what I did to that lot?

Your life would be a lot easier if you sign over the lease.

Come on, for 10 grand? What am I gonna do

with 10 grand? I've gotta pay the bank back first,

then I'll have to get a car have to pay the rent,

and then what? It's my gym.

I built the whole thing from scratch.

I plastered those walls myself.

I cut the mats.

I worked too hard to have dickheads like that

come in, and steamroll all over it.

Come on, man. I need your help.

I'll do anything to keep this place.

French...

People say that all the time, but they rarely mean it.

Well, I mean it.

I'm up for it.

This line of work, it doesn't lead to a better life.

The money's good, but it comes at a price:

Demands on your conscience.

I'm your friend. I don't wanna be the guy

who drags you into this, French.

Come on, I'm a big boy, Alex.

I can look after myself.

I'll remind you that you said that.

It's not really up to me.

You're gonna have to sell yourself to Tommy.

Tommy?

Yeah, Tommy. It's his operation.

No one works for Tommy that he doesn't approve of.

Now, I'll make the introduction,

but you are gonna have to convince him

that you're up to the work.

Thanks, Alex.

Don't thank me, French. It's not that kind of job.

I know you're in there, French. I heard you on the fire escape.

You're three months late!

I'm close to calling some nasty fucks to get it.

The gym's in a bit of a slump at the moment.

But I'm hoping it's gonna pick up.

Who gives a shit?

Just pay up!

Just give me one week.

Okay? One week. Maybe, in that time,

you can fix the garbage chute in this shithole.

Just pay your fucking rent!

Loser!

Yeah, all right.

Watch how you move. Don't swagger, it weakens you.

Speak softly, make them listen to you.

Look at anybody with true power.

They don't make flamboyant gestures.

They keep it tight. Concise.

And, above all, avoid eye contact.

Why's that?

Because that's your trump card.

Save that for when you wanna hammer a point home.

And don't go carving out a reputation.

Leave that to me.

I've got a team of lawyers on call 24/7. You don't.

Just tell them you're doing collections for Tommy.

My name's all you'll ever need.

Can you look after yourself?

Yeah.

Speak up if you're gonna do collections for me.

Yes, I can look after myself.

I was a paratrooper in Her Majesty's service, 15 years.

I've seen my fair share of firefights and fracas, so...

- Yeah, I'll get it done. - Are you sure?

The roads I'll have you driving down,

the doors I'll have you knocking down,

they're a long way from Her Majesty's service.

Listen, Mr. Kowalski, uh...

I really need this job,

so you don't have to worry about me.

I've been fighting for as long as I can remember,

and I'll crack a skull or two if I have to.

I'll hold you to that.

I got a guy who won't mind sharing the vig.

He's got a full plate this weekend so

it's a good time for you to start learning the ropes.

He may be coming off a decade-long bender,

but he is one of my best.

Sounds good.

And get yourself a nice suit,

you need to look professional when you represent me.

Fuck.

You're early.

It's 9 o'clock.

Mm. Get in.

Aw, sh...

Yeah, you'll get used to it.

I'm Sue.

French.

You don't sound French.

I'm not.

Tommy give you the whole "representing me" suit speech?

He did, actually.

You got the vig breakdown?

Jesus, Tommy likes to get his money's worth, yeah?

Okay. But tell me, you done much of this kind of work?

Not really, mate. This is my first day.

Well isn't that just fucking peachy?

Heh-heh-heh. I'll be honest with you, newbie.

It's not an easy way to make a cake, you know?

We earn our money the hard way here.

It's all right. I'm a grafter.

I don't need a grafter.

I need someone with big balls and a fast fist.

Lucky for you, I got both.

- Oh, have you now? - Yeah.

Well you go to the gym, do you?

Look, mate.

I can handle myself, all right?

So you don't need to worry. I got your back.

Well, you better.

Or this partnership's gonna be very swift.

Look, I could use a coffee, huh?

You drive. My head's fucking pounding.

You ever driven a car like this before?

I ain't never even seen a car like this before, mate.

Treat her with the respect that she deserves.

And do me a favor.

Watch the whitewalls.

Anything else?

Yeah, we drive on the right side of the road here.

Yeah, well done. I've never heard that one before.

- Hi. - How you doing? Ahem.

I'll take two cups and a cup of coffee, please, yeah?

Sure. Cream and sugar in your coffee?

Yeah, please. One taste of Italy and, uh, one vanilla.

Here you go, Frenchie.

I got you vanilla.

You know what? It's a bad idea for me, I think.

I'm all right. Do you want it?

I'm good.

Here we go, 2731 Vanowen Street.

No, no, keep it.

I slept on my spectacles again last night.

I cracked them in half.

Tommy never said you were no limey.

Yeah, I'm a limey. But don't worry.

Lived in America long enough to be able

to take that as a compliment.

Wasn't meant as one.

So who we got?

"Oliver Waldstein. Ollie."

$17,500 in the hole.

What's the number beside the name?

Ah, it's a 10. What's a 10 mean?

A physical warning with some prejudice.

Does it say there was any other calls from us?

Name next to the number says, "The Serb."

The Serb's a fucking meathead.

Right. That good or bad?

It's neither. Shall we?

Officially, we're mediators, not enforcers.

But sometimes that line gets blurred.

And if you find that troubling,

detach yourself.

It's easy to say.

Not everyone can.

So what do we do if they're armed?

They probably ain't. It would've said so in the paperwork,

so, uh, don't worry, Doris.

You'll be just fine, okay?

What are you doing?

Give it a knock already, will you?

All right. And then what?

I don't know. Ask if Ollie can come out to play or something.

Goddamn it, Clive.

Shut the fuck up. Someone's at the door. Just be quiet.

Oh, sh...

One of them looks like Sue.

- Are you fucking kidding me? Sue? - Sue? Sue who?

Who is she?

It's not a "she."

Try again. You didn't knock hard enough.

Get the door. Say whatever you have to say,

- just stall them, okay? Please. - Are they cops?

You wish they were cops. They collect for Big Tommy.

- Is that a gun? - No, Trista, it's a pistol.

Where did you get a pistol? And who's Big Tommy?

You need to stay here, and get the door.

I want you to go over to the door

and don't let them in, okay?

- Just go. Go. You'll be fine. - Don't push me.

I told you, didn't I?

Hello, sweetheart. We're here to see Oliver.

He-He ain't here.

Well we kind of know he's in there...

Get lost, asshole. You have the wrong house.

Out the back.

- Mate, mate, out the back. - Go, go, go.

Ah. Okay, give me the keys, and go after them.

- What? - Come on!

What do you mean? Go after them.

I'll meet you around...

Give me the keys, newbie! The keys!

Jesus Christ.

Shit.

He just fucking shot at me!

Were you hit?

- No! - Then go!

- He just fucking... - Go after him!

- Fucking hell. - Go!

- You motherfucker! - Jeez, man!

Get out of the fucking car!

Get out, motherfucker!

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit.

- You fucking fuck. - Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Sit up!

So the police are gonna be here in a minute, Oliver.

Do I need to worry about what you're gonna tell them?

- No, sir. - You've been having

a good time with someone else's money, Ollie.

And there's still the issue of $17,500

that needs to be addressed.

- So address it... - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

...and consider this a warning.

What's wrong with you?

I banged my head off the concrete.

My feet are killing me. I didn't realize

we were doing this much running.

Maybe you should've left your dancing shoes at home.

I brought them with the suit, didn't I?

Maybe you shouldn't have.

Was it really necessary to smash the door

into that bird's face?

Actually, yes, it was.

Here. Take us to the next one.

So we're supposed to be debt collectors, yeah?

We didn't collect anything.

A 10's a warning with prejudice.

No vig, but Tommy pays $300 each for those,

so, hey, you know?

What's next on the vig?

"Harvey Small. Lankershim Boulevard."

Should've taken Sepulveda. Frenchie, come on.

Get with the program.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm still trying to come to terms

with the fact that I've been shot at.

You know, you expect it in Iraq,

you don't expect it in the fucking suburbs.

Wait a minute. You saw some action, yeah?

Yeah. I've hurt a few feelings, yeah.

Well what's the problem, then?

But you said if they were armed, it would've said so in this.

Yeah? Do you remember that?

Well, news flash, mate: They were armed.

Did you complain so much over there?

All right, here we go.

- Harvey's Auto Finance. - Yeah.

Harvey's got a dire gambling problem.

He's over 100 grand in the pit,

which makes this a $4000 vigorish on the number five.

Right, okay, so the lower the number,

the tougher the collection, but the more it pays, yeah?

That, plus Harvey thinks he's a player

all of a sudden these days, you know?

Hired these low-rent heavies out of South Central.

Got wise with Tommy, which Tommy did not like.

Which is why we're getting 4 grand for this.

Last visit was Mad Alex and the Serb,

but they left with their tail between their legs.

So how did Tommy take that?

Standard procedure.

He upped the vig, and he sent us instead.

Let me just get something straight, all right?

Last job was a 10, yeah?

Should've been a walk in the park,

but I was shot at, you ran some dickhead over,

and I was dragged along by a moving car.

Now this one's a five, yeah?

But you're telling me last time, Mad Alex and the Serb

got marched out by a bunch of gangbangers.

Now, I'm sorry. I know I'm new to this,

but I think Tommy needs to rethink his system.

That's all I'm saying.

One man's 10 is another man's five, I guess.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah.

You're up.

Excuse me, we're, uh... We're looking for Harvey.

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

- Are you Harvey? - No.

Maybe you can take us to see Harvey.

Well, he's busy.

Is there something specific I can help you with?

Listen, mate. Just, uh, point us

in the direction of Harvey, and we'll be on our way.

Jeanette, make that call to Mr. Massey.

I sure hope that phone call's

only for Harvey.

Hey, Sue.

Yeesh.

Think it's time to test that mettle of yours, Frenchie.

It's just "French."

Oh, fuck me.

Look, look. Whatever he's paying you,

I'll double it! I'll tri... Ahh!

Oh, my God.

Oh, no!

- Give me your legs. - We can make a deal.

Gimme your fucking legs.

What the fuck is going on?

I think you broke my nose.

If I was you, I wouldn't move, Harvey.

Help!

You gonna fucking do something or what?

Excuse me, I'm watching Harvey, okay?

You ain't gonna get away with this.

Shut up!

No, no, no! Help.

No, no.

- Frenchie. - There are no witnesses.

You could just walk away, let me be

and I'll make it the best financial decision you boys made

since hiring that limo driver on prom night.

Look, just tell Tommy I wasn't here.

Whatever the vig is, I will... I will quadruple it.

To be honest, Harvey, your vig ain't that special.

Wh-What does he want you to do?

You don't wanna know.

What? What is it?

It's a kneecap.

- Or two. - Oh, no.

- Guys, no, no, no. - May I?

No!

I'm gonna call the cops.

God...

You might wanna run that by Harvey, Jeanette.

Never mind the cops, Jeanette!

Call me a goddamn ambulance!

All right, pull over here.

Why? This isn't on the list.

Relax, Frenchie. Just got a quick pickup to make.

- Oh, fuck's sake. - What the fuck did you do?

What did you do? I asked you one thing.

To watch the whitewalls. Yeah?

First of all, mate, you got me doing all the driving here,

driving you around like you're Miss fucking Daisy,

just 'cause you've had one too many shandies,

and you look and you smell like shit.

Then you have me take point

on a job I've never even done before,

and then, after dodging bullets

I get attacked by a couple of the biggest bastards

I've ever seen before in my life,

and it's not even fucking noon yet.

So forgive me for not giving a shit

about the whitewalls on this fucking boat.

You done with your hissy fit?

No, I don't think I am.

I don't know whether you were paying attention,

but I just got thrown through a fucking wall!

I wouldn't be too sensitive about that, kid,

after the way you handled yourself.

You're good for business.

And I'm sorry that I made you drive

my luxury, vintage 1971 Coupe deVille.

Thought it'd be a nice gesture

to give you a sense of self-worth your first day

but I guess it wasn't.

It is a pretty nice car.

When we get through this weekend...

If we get through this weekend,

we can talk about my whitewalls, yeah?

So that was a five, was it, yeah?

Five.

More of a fight than a regular five.

You can say that again, mate.

Let me tell you something, Frenchie.

You've got a dark side to you, brother.

Man, you took these guys out like a champ.

And you like to train every day,

so I thought you'd appreciate the workout.

No, actually, mate, I didn't appreciate it.

Well maybe I did a little bit.

Good.

I'll be right back.

Wipe your face. You look like a vampire.

Check this out.

You know there's meant to be two L's in "thrilling," right?

- Was that you? - Yeah.

Yeah? Oh, shit, you were in a movie?

- Yeah. - Oh, shit.

A few old B-movies back in the day, you know?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

That's pretty cool, man.

Looks like a piece of shit, though.

Yeah, it was, but at least I'm on the poster, yeah?

Looks just like you, mate.

Did they cut your eyes out and stick them on, did they?

I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat.

You're a ninja, then, yeah?

"Gordon Karp."

What an awful name. I hope that's a fucking alias.

This is a pretty nice neighborhood.

So it should be. Gordo's a two.

A 10, a five, and a two in one afternoon.

It's a busy day in the office, Frenchie.

Gordo, he's in the hole 40 K,

we get half of that, we're in business, yeah?

Hang on a minute. Harvey owed 100 grand, right?

What was he, a five? This guy owes 40 grand.

He's a two. How's that work?

Tommy dishes out the numbers based on

the level of violence the client wants.

There's no rhyme or reason to it,

so don't waste gray matter trying to figure that one out.

Gordo's a two.

A bake and take.

"Bake and take"?

Yeah. Turn up the heat and take the money.

"Turn up the heat and take the money."

For fuck's sake.

What do you twos want?

Well, not you, queen bee, that's for sure.

What'd you call me?

For a big guy, you got beautiful eyes. You could be a model.

It's best you two jokers come back on Halloween.

Listen to this guy. Give him a compliment. Some people, huh?

You should take the compliment, mate.

- He doesn't give many. - Yeah.

I got shit to do.

I bet you can shift some fucking tin.

- You're a big guy. - That's two compliments

in quick succession. You're on a roll.

You need to fuck off, Punch and Judy.

Okay.

Okay, maybe we got off to a bad start here.

I'm Sue. This is French.

We're here to see Gordon. Is he in?

No, he's not in.

My compliments aren't good enough for you?

Fuck you, dago piece of...

Shit.

Gordie?

Don't say anything, Angelica.

Good morning, Mr. Karp, Mrs. Karp.

Presume you both know why I'm here.

No.

Forty thousand.

Oh, yeah. Ha, ha. There is that.

You didn't take care of that? You dumb son of a bitch.

Jeez, where's Manno?

The hell's going on here?

What do you guys think you are, a couple of fucking

lone-star desperadoes? Coming to my home to intimidate me?

Do you have any idea who I am?

I'm in with Big Tommy.

Gordo. We work for Big Tommy, you fucking fool.

Guess that changes things.

Listen, you tell me how much to pay,

and I'll make sure you have every penny

- of it by noon tomorrow. - This is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna take my man, Mr. French

to whatever room you keep all your cash,

and you will proceed to take out as much capital as you can,

and hopefully, when he counts it,

he doesn't need to fuck you up.

Mrs. Karp can stay down here with me.

In case hurting you doesn't help, maybe I'll start on her.

Is that okay with you, sweetheart?

He's not gonna touch you, honey.

Gordo, I've been doing this a long time.

I'll do whatever it fucking takes.

The safe is downstairs in the office.

- Angelica! - Fuck you, Gordie.

That's right. Fuck you, Gordie.

Come on.

Look, look, I know I'm late.

I can't help it. I-I-I'm a procrastinator.

I can't even pay a bill until the second final notice comes.

It drives Angelica crazy.

I mean, rightfully so.

Forty thousand, Gordie. Let's go.

Yeah, yeah. They give you a cutoff amount, right?

A figure that would suffice? A compromise.

I will fuck you up, Gordie. I will fuck you up.

Just stop trying to negotiate, and just dig out the cash.

You're on a percentage, right, huh? Listen, we can make a deal.

Five thousand for you and 5 for Tommy.

You can buy a new suit with the additional $500 cut he'd pay.

- Get up. Yeah, yeah. - Yeah?

Hoo-oh!

Ugh! Oh!

Need a refill?

Sure, why not?

You know, your man wasn't much of a bodyguard.

Hmm.

Manno is my lover,

not my bodyguard.

Was he now?

Was he your gardener as well?

No, that position's still open.

I'm wondering...

Are you qualified?

Come on, Gordie.

Come on, Gordie!

Where's the key, Gordie?

Where's the key? Hand me the key.

It's not there?

No, it's not. Where's the key?

I can't remember. I'm nervous.

- You're nervous, are you? Yeah? - Yeah, I can't remember.

You're not gonna miss your short-term memory much, are you?

Gordie, I haven't got time for this.

Where's the fucking key?

Hurry up.

Is that it? Give it to me. Come on.

Fuck me.

Ah.

What the fuck?

Jesus Christ, there's over 100 grand in here,

you masochistic prick.

You had the money all along and still chose a beating.

- The fuck is wrong with you? - Aah!

I-I'm parsimonious.

It's not a game to these guys, Gordie, all right?

It's not a game.

You need to work on your self-preservation, mate.

- You listening? Yeah? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

- I'm okay. - You're finished, are you?

Yeah, yeah. I'm finished.

You're both square.

You're good.

Lookit, Frenchie,

you're a good-luck charm. This thing doesn't happen often.

Glad to see you get your rocks off, mate.

Who pissed on your french fries?

Mm, yeah.

So I get that we had to rough the guy up,

but did you need to shag his missus?

Damn straight, I did. She was smoking hot.

And opportunities like that

don't fall into my lap too often.

- That's a valid point, I guess. - And?

I don't know. I don't like being the reason

someone had a fucking horrible day.

Better check that conscience, Jiminy Cricket,

otherwise it's gonna be a long weekend.

- I'll keep that in mind. - He didn't give that up easy.

No, and get this, right?

The guy had enough money on him

to be a loan shark himself, not to owe one.

Still had to slap him about a bit, though.

I don't understand people sometimes.

Tell me about it. I once hung a guy's kid

out the window until he paid.

He had the money all along.

I mean, it was his own child.

You wouldn't have dropped the kid, though, right?

God, I hope not. I can't remember.

I must admit, Frenchie, was being lazy that day.

I should've taken it out on the father. Yeah?

A moral compass in this business is like a pinless hand grenade.

Huh?

Okay.

You still got that wind in your sails, Frenchie?

- Of course I have. - That's them.

These guys ain't on our docket, are they?

We got the money already, right?

We don't make a penny getting into it with these dickheads.

Yeah, we could run from hired muscle,

but if Tommy finds out, we might as well keep running.

Besides, hate to be the one to break it to you...

part of your job description is to watch my back.

Yeah, all right.

Don't leave it all up to me this time, will you?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Mm.

Order 27.

Order 27, your food is ready, and, also, order 29.

Order 29, your food's ready.

I'll tell you what, today's been a surreal day for me.

Is it like this every time you go out?

No, gotta be straight with you, Frenchie.

Today we had more than our fair share.

You can say that again. You seen my suit?

I've seen your suit. Cheapest suit I've seen.

- I wouldn't worry too much. - This suit cost me 89.99,

- tie included. - You look like

a used car salesman. Get rid of it. Ditch it.

I'll wear my gi, shall I? Fucking hell.

I didn't have to crack this many skulls in Iraq.

Come on. It wasn't that bad, was it?

Everyone's first day's difficult.

You'll get used to it.

As far as technique, you're MMA, yeah?

Yeah, MMA.

You're a boxer, right? Footwork's pretty good.

Yeah, I still got the power, but...

speed's been going for a long time now, yeah?

Tell you what, Frenchie. Let's call it a night.

Take me home, and you pick me up in the morning, yeah?

Okay.

Hey, sweetheart, can you come get this please?

Be right there, sir.

Fuck.

So what's on the menu for tonight?

Ugh, Coco got me work on the Westside.

Two Arab sheiks or something like that.

Big cashola.

Mm-hm.

Hey, wait a minute. Come here.

Take a look at this.

- Look what I found. - What?

Is that the one?

It sure is. That's me right there.

I play the bad guy in this one.

Is that how you spell "thrilling"?

Yeah, back then, it was a little different, you know?

Plus, these low budgets, you know how they are.

Yeah, I do.

Oh. Babe, I could, uh,...

really use some green.

How much you need, babe?

Mm...

Could put 300 to good use.

There you go.

- Thanks, babe. - Let me zip you up, babe.

Yeah.

Listen, I want you to be careful.

Barbosa called me today.

He was asking about you.

That's weird. What'd he want?

Nothing really, but... I know enough

about that creep to know

you don't wanna be messing with him.

He's hurt a lot of people.

Don't worry. I'll be careful. Thanks, sweetheart.

Hey, Sean. How you doing, man?

Hey, Sue, what's up?

Hey, Lola's supposed to be working.

- She coming in? - Oh, you know how she is.

She'll be here. One for the tab, yeah?

- So how's business? - Business is good. You?

- I'm cruising, man. Cheers. - Cheers.

- You good? - Mm-hm.

Let's go.

What are you selling? Give me a look.

It's already sold.

That's not what I asked. I wanna see.

What kind's that again?

It's a German MP40.

- I doubt you've seen one. - You doubt it?

Don't be condescending, you fucking pedophile jerk.

- You working on my order? - Don't worry, Tommy.

It's a rare piece. It's a difficult one to find.

You better smile if you're gonna talk like that.

Good job, boys, on all three accounts.

I just got off the phone with Rick's people in Reno.

Harvey's paid up in full.

So our stock has gone up after yesterday.

I'm gonna give you this sweet gig

that fell into my lap.

Hey, boss.

Hey, French.

- I heard you were on board. - Alex.

It's a shame they saddled you up with this piss-stained fossil.

How you doing, Alex?

- I'm all right. - Oh, by the way,

we got the call about Harvey.

Don't worry. We got the job done yesterday, so...

Whatever. You got it, Padre?

Shall we go outside?

Sure. Tommy, French.

That's a nice piece, Alex. Very expensive.

Understanding you need a bigger arsenal, you must've

really got your cage shook bad. I'm sorry,

it's a terrible thing, losing your nerve.

Fuck you, old man.

I'll show you my nerve any time you're ready.

I'll tell Lola you said hello.

You keep drinking yourself to sleep, Susan.

And remember something: When you kiss her...

I used to cum in her mouth after fucking her in...

Later.

You're a classy guy, Alex. A very classy guy.

- Go enjoy your day. - Tommy.

- You okay? - I'm good, Tommy.

- Can you drive? - Let's go.

All right, we'll talk about the job in the Caddy.

Actually, Frenchie, you mind driving?

The other side of the road, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah, all right.

I thought I told you to get a nice suit.

Suit didn't make it past the first day, Tommy.

Well I'm hearing good things about yesterday.

Sue said you handled yourself like a pro.

Yeah, cheers.

Did you enjoy it?

Ah, had its ups and downs, but, yeah.

It was fine.

Fine?

Not the most glowing review.

What do you think?

He's got potential, Tommy.

Oh, the old "potential" line.

- Where is he? - In his den.

Tommy. Ha, ha.

Tommy, my man.

It's good to see you, man.

Take a seat, man. Make yourself comfortable.

Fellas, you want something to eat, drink?

- Something to calm your nerves? - My nerves are fine.

- How are you? - Oh, man,

I've never been an admirer of the morning.

I do my best work at night.

But I get out of bed for you, Tommy.

You know why, huh?

Because we're tight, right? We got history.

And that's very important to me.

It means I can trust you.

Of course.

You remember Sue?

Of course I do. How you doing, Golden Boy?

I'm getting along.

That's French, the guy I was telling you about.

It's good to meet you, Frenchie.

It's good to meet you. It's just "French."

What is that, a limey accent and a frog name?

- This is a man of the world. - Yeah.

- I'm diverse. - Yeah, you sure are, Mr. French.

It's still just "French."

What have you got for us, Barbosa?

I got this skinny, charming, Irish motherfucker...

used to manage one of my joints over on Melrose.

I found out that he's been skimming from the till

to an inch of his life.

You know, this petty fuck has been taking

more than double the tax tip. You know what I mean?

It happens.

I can be a magnanimous motherfucker.

Ask any of my crew. Ask my girls.

I took this fucker in, cleaned him up,

gave him a position, wiped his ass,

and this motherfucker takes and bites

the hand that feeds him.

Amanda.

Where are you going?

You should stay. Listen in.

I want the whole world to know...

that you cannot steal...

from Barbosa Fabioso.

Not without paying the piper.

For fuck's sake.

Watch your tongue.

That's not what you said to me when you proposed, my love.

How much did he steal from you? Or as close as you can estimate.

What's that have to do with anything?

We work on a percentage.

You busted him. You must have some idea

how much he got away with.

What's that got to do with the way you do business?

I'm paying you a hefty fee right up front.

Think I'll have that drink.

What are we really dealing with here?

Amanda, why don't you take your girlfriends

out to the pool? Take a swim. Splash, splash.

This is a personal problem I need you to take care of.

- Are we good to go? - The boys will find him.

Remember, we have a scale.

One being the most severe beating,

and 10 being a stern warning.

Where do you want this kid to fall?

Right on to number one.

That'll be 20 grand.

Half up front, balance on completion.

Billy.

Here, give me both of them.

That's his full name and the last place he worked.

Should be enough to get you started.

Sue.

Mr. French.

Nice to meet you.

So, what do you think about this Barbosa bloke?

Typical of his watering hole, you know?

Thinking he can buy himself out of of trouble.

He probably can.

Twenty grand? I mean, 20 grand

to slap some kid around. No matter how much I make,

I'll never pay anyone to do my dirty work.

Starting to feel sorry for this Connor.

I learned a long time ago: Treat these Johns as slabs of meat.

I know. Still trying to get in the groove of that.

So what do you reckon?

Check the address of the last club he worked at?

Give me a second.

Right over here on the right.

Wouldn't it be better to telephone these places first?

It seems like you'd save a fortune in gas.

Some collectors like to use the telephones.

Not me, Frenchie. I like to get out there.

Take a little walk. One knock on one door.

I'll get more information than those jerk-offs will

- with 25 calls. - Let's hope you're right.

We need to fill up again.

That's because you got a lead foot.

Feather the pedal.

It's this one here, then, yeah?

Yeah. Right here's good.

- Sure this is the place? - Yep.

Okay. Got the keys?

You guys miss the sign outside that says, "We're closed"?

No. We just wanna talk.

Real quick, man.

Yeah.

Okay. Obviously, you don't read or understand English.

We're closed. I'm busy. Okay?

So do me a favor and piss off.

See, why do you gotta be so rude and curse at us for?

There's no manners anymore.

He must be a tough guy.

Want us to go out and come in again?

Would you like us to do that?

- Have we upset you? - Okay.

You want manners? I'll give you manners.

Would you two gentlemen be so kind as to...

promptly remove yourselves from the premises?

Please.

Motherfucker.

Come here, you...

Oh, you fucked up now, pal.

Joey!

What the hell's going on in here?

Oh, Jesus Christ. Everybody in this town

have a bloody bodyguard?

Shit. I know you.

Yeah. You're Sulinski. Yeah, I've seen you around.

You work for Big Tommy, don't you?

That's right, sunshine. Indeed, I do.

Hell, I ain't gonna mess with you, Sulinski.

You'd kick my ass.

Yeah.

But I don't know this fuck.

Well, you're about to find out who he is.

Things just got a little complicated.

What do you want?

You okay, Frenchie?

Does it look like I'm fucking okay?

Now would be a good time to use that jujitsu.

Oh, shit.

Let's talk about Connor Mulligan and maybe

you can tell me where I find that little leprechaun?

- That's what this is all about? - Yeah.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Aah! Aah!

Connor quit a month ago. He got into it with Barbosa.

But I gotta tell you, he's a stand-up guy.

Whatever Big Tommy sent you here for

is probably fucking bullshit.

- Hey. - God, will you stop that?

Okay, okay. Listen, listen, listen.

He... He moved in with a fucking barman from the club.

And you tell Big Tommy that that's all I fucking know!

And stop fucking doing that with that toothpick!

- Wait. - Bite that fucking rail.

Put your face on that fucking rail.

In 10 seconds,

I will repeatedly stomp on the back of your head.

And what do you know? It's settled.

Frenchie, get over here. I could use your boot.

Okay. I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where do I find this mick?

Wait, wait. All right!

Answer the fucking question!

His ex-roommate Tim.

- He... He... - Yes?

He knows where to find Connor!

His fucking address is in the payroll sheet

on top of the bar, all right?

Was that so difficult?

- Was that so difficult? - No.

We're good. Okay. Frenchie, you good?

Oh, yeah, mate. I'm just fucking peachy, I am.

Oh, fuck.

Okay. This is it. We got it.

Let's go.

Oh, fuck.

Listen, I'm sick of the 20 questions.

You can handle this one, yeah?

Oh, I can handle this one, can I, Sue?

Yeah? I seem to be handling all of them, mate.

I'd sooner take 20 questions

than having another all-out brawl.

There you go. You can ask the questions.

Thanks very much.

What the fuck?

I was downstairs and saw smoke

coming out of your window. Everything all right?

There's a lot of smoke coming out of the kitchen window.

Shit! Stop!

All right, see that? See how I did that?

Nice and easy. No tears, no blood.

Nobody got hurt. Right.

Which one of you lucky lads is Tim?

You can't come in here like that.

That's right.

I'm gonna smash your face in.

It's him. He's Tim!

It's him, yeah?

- Tim? We're gonna do this one. - Out.

- Right, you. Piss off. - Come on, get out.

- Get up, and get out. - Okay, I'm going!

Wait, wait, wait. No.

I've been trying to call you for a week. I swear.

I don't have the stuff anymore. I sold most of it,

and I smoked the rest. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Look at me, I'm fucking pathetic.

If you killed me, you'd be doing me a favor.

Look, I'll pay Davey back, okay? I swear.

Davey sent you, right?

Davey?

No?

Well, Christ.

What do you guys want? Who'd I piss off now?

Looking for Connor Mulligan.

- Seen him? - Who?

Fuck! Jesus, stop! Stop!

Connor doesn't live here anymore, okay?

He doesn't live here!

Fuck.

Wait. Why are you guys after Connor?

He's a good guy. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Everyone keeps telling us what a nice guy this thief is.

No. Connor's no thief, man. Look.

Here, here, look. He's an honest guy.

See?

I'm gonna keep this.

Oh, come on, no. That's his only photo that...

Hang on a minute.

Did that son of a bitch Barbosa send you two?

Connor Mulligan. Where is he?

No, Barbosa's the guy that needs whacking.

That bastard should die a slow and painful death.

As for Amanda, she is the cause of all of this.

So very interesting. I'm gonna ask you one last time.

My man here's gonna take his fist and crack your skull.

Where's Connor Mulligan?

Okay, okay. He's moved in with some chick.

Down at Topanga. You know?

One of those, uh, artist communities?

Bunch of rich, white hippies

living on trust funds and kombucha.

What a charmer. He seems to have a girl in every port.

No, it's not like that, man. He's a good guy.

So where is this honest Connor? You got an address?

Uh... An address.

- Come on, mate. An address. - Yeah. Yeah. Here.

- Do something. - Here.

- Hurry up. - No, that's not fuck... Uh...

Here.

Be fair, okay? He doesn't deserve

- whatever that fuck paid you to do. - Listen.

I'd keep off the drugs for a bit if I was you.

Okay.

I don't know about dishing out a number one on this Connor kid.

Seems like he's Prince fucking Charming to me.

It's not for us to question.

Just to locate him and dish it out.

But come on, mate. How can you not question it?

Right? I mean, it's not like we're maniacs

cruising around looking for prey, is it?

We're meant to be collecting debts,

not chalking up beatings at will.

You remember those blurred lines?

Today, we're enforcers for hire. You know?

This job can be

a fucking roller-coaster, Frenchie.

- You take lead at this next one. - Oh, par for the course, eh?

You can quit any time, newbie.

No, no, you're right. I'm up for it.

Good. Because I liked that smoke thing. That was good.

You liked that, did you?

- Yes, I did. - Yeah?

But it's not gonna get you in the room every time.

What do you suggest?

Other than kicking the door off its fucking hinges,

what's the best way to get inside?

Give him a little head-butt, a tap.

Just a tap.

You don't wanna smash his nose.

You wanna save that for when you really need it.

Like you did with that kid at Tim's, yeah?

- Precisely. - Yeah.

- Just a tap. - Just a tap.

- Nice and simple. - Simple little tap.

All right. Got you.

- Good. - Simple tap.

Just a tap.

This is it.

Hello, mate. We're, uh, looking for Sandy.

Who's asking, doll?

- Oh, my God. - Fuck me. That was a bit hard.

I said, "Tap him," not obliterate him.

I tried. It's not as easy as you made it.

Take a seat. It's okay.

I got a lot of experience.

- Who the fuck are you? - Are you Sandy?

Tell me where I can find Connor Mulligan.

Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.

She's only small.

I'm Sue. This is French.

Can you please...

tell us where Connor Mulligan is?

I'm not telling you anything.

So if you two arrogant shits leave right now,

we may not press charges.

So get the fuck out.

Did I do something to offend you?

Was I being a little rough? What do you think, Frenchie?

- Was I too rough? - Get your pit bull away from me.

Oy, oy, oy, oy!

You're gonna slap her senseless?

Get your hands off me. Let the professional do his thing.

"Professional"? Give me a break.

- Only weak men hit women. - Shut it. All right?

I won't be able to stop him from hurting you in a manner

that will blunt that sharp tongue of yours.

Now's not the time to be brave, all right?

Now's the time to be sensible.

Jesus Christ!

You call that being fucking sensible?

Connor has a heart of gold.

He picked me up when I was down, and he settled me here.

He's kind, compassionate, and caring.

Something you two would never comprehend.

Even if I did know something,

I wouldn't tell lowlife cockroaches like you.

Yeah. We keep hearing about

what a wonderful cherub this guy is.

But what we really wanna know is where he is.

At the end of the rainbow maybe?

This whole nightmare started when she got her claws into him.

Who's "she"?

Barbosa's fiancée, Amanda.

That brat hounded Connor until he caved in.

But that wasn't enough for a bitch like her.

She had to tell Barbosa to get her kicks.

Can you please just tell us where Connor is?

No, I won't, Sue.

I'm not telling you anything.

When you first strike a woman, she may resist.

But it's that one shot...

that'll break the bone...

and dislodge the cartilage across the muscle.

Lose a leg permanently.

Yeah. Doing this permanent damage

usually does the trick.

If anyone knows where he is, I'd wager that bitch does.

I'd bet my life she's still trying

to see him right now.

You disapprove?

Well you wanted this job. This is it,

- get used to it. - I didn't say a word.

Last two days you had no issue with fucking everybody up.

- That was different. - I don't see how.

Every bloke I've had a ruck with

has been trying to take my head off.

That, I can deal with.

I'm up for dealing with those tosspots.

Beating up some chick to find where her ex-boyfriend is?

No, thanks, mate. That's not in my fucking wheelhouse.

Not in your wheelhouse. Guess what, freshman.

You'd better find a new wheelhouse.

This guy doesn't like to fuck around, yeah?

I don't think you understand me.

We're in trouble if we don't find this prick

and get him to Barbosa. Forget the smiles,

forget all the handshakes. This Barbosa's a fucking demon.

- Fuck me. - Yeah, Barbosa just might.

So if I was you, I'd get back on board.

You started this job. You wanted this job.

You gotta finish it.

I'll tell you what.

Call it a night. Go home. Sleep on it.

Drop me off. You pick me up in the morning, yeah?

Sure you don't wanna drive?

You can't still be hungover, can you?

Drink as much as I do, the hangover never goes away.

But if it's too much work for you...

It's all right, mate. You're fine.

Anyway, kind of like it now.

Takes my mind off all this shit.

Fuck.

So what do you reckon, Sue?

You think this bird's worth all this trouble?

I think she's a fucking skank.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Oh, we got a shit gig here, haven't we, mate? Ahem.

Our job is basically to help this lunatic Barbosa

keep shackles on his slag of a fiancée.

Well it's a job that pays well,

and I wouldn't think about it too much if I were you.

A week ago, I would have bombed a school for this job.

But after the last two days...

I don't know how you've done this so long,

and it hasn't took its toll.

It took its toll. Don't worry.

Yeah? I've only done it for two days,

and already I feel like drinking myself into a coma.

Is that what you do, is it? Does the drink numb the pain

of all the horrible shit you've caused?

I'm surprised there's enough booze in the world for that.

Do me a favor. Don't judge me, tenderfoot, okay? Fuck you.

You think I don't care about all the terrible things I've done?

Well, I do.

That's one of the reasons

why I drink myself to sleep every fucking night.

What's your wife think about it all?

I'm not married. I was, but not anymore.

So why do you still wear the ring?

As a reminder, I guess.

Reminder of what?

Not to get close to anyone again.

That sounds like a lonely life to me, mate.

Yeah. Well, it's my life.

It's shit that's ugly, but it's mine,

and I fucking like it. Yeah?

I got a kind of a girlfriend.

She's a hooker. She works at the club.

I doubt she'd piss on me if I was on fire.

Oh, Frenchie. You know...

it's rare to have certain people

like certain people like us, you know?

"Us"? No, mate. Ha, ha. No.

"You," you mean. Yeah?

Yeah, okay, I'll take that.

So what happened with the wife?

Eh... Usual stuff.

I'm sorry, man. I don't mean to pry.

No, no, no. It's okay. It was a young marriage.

It was more or less over

when we lost Milly, our daughter.

Shit. I'm sorry to bring it up, mate.

No, don't be. You're not the one that gave her leukemia, right?

Yeah.

She was 6 when she couldn't fight any more.

So, uh...

I don't know, after that, it was over. It was all done.

The only thing left was the memory of

losing the most beautiful thing...

on this Earth. So, yeah.

This is why I seem

to drink myself to sleep every fucking night.

'Cause if I don't, all I do is see Milly's face

and every other piece of heartache I caused.

So think about it, Frenchie.

Yeah. You got all this to look forward to, huh?

Let's see if you make it through today.

There she is.

She's got a tough life, this one, eh?

You know, I don't think there's enough

retail therapy in the world to compensate

for living with Barbosa, but...

Yeah. Probably right.

So what's your story, Frenchie?

Who says I've got one?

Well you're here, ain't you?

I mean, I've made a few mistakes.

Signed up for the service back home.

Had the best of intentions.

Didn't quite pan out that way.

I'm not the only one who's suffered for it either.

Collateral damage, huh?

My specialty.

And so I said, "He adores me."

This ain't Rodeo Drive, Frenchie.

What's she doing this far east?

I don't know, mate,

but she doesn't look too happy.

So screw you, you Irish prick!

This could be good for us.

Too good for you anyways. Fucking asshole.

Yeah, yeah. Way too fucking good for you.

Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm the best you'll ever get.

Fuck you. I'm done with you anyways!

What the fuck are you doing here?

- We're making sure you're okay. - I'm fine. Now get lost.

- Come here, you fucking... - Get your hands off me.

Know what my fiancé will do when he finds out about this?

- Don't leave the part out about being outside@@ - Connor'.

What? You talk to his bitch ex? The Chinese wannabe artist?

- You got nowhere to run. - Should've never got off the bus.

I'll tell you what. You got two choices:

You can either get back on that bus or marry Barbosa.

This Connor kid isn't for you.

Come to think of it, maybe he's always been that

little bit too good for you.

Piss off, Grandpa.

And as if I'd need to take the bus.

I drive a Maserati.

I think you're missing the point on the bus line, love.

So you tracked him down.

My fiancé will be pleased with his minions.

Apartment 610.

Knock yourselves out.

And send him my love.

Six-ten.

- Ooh! - There you go, my love.

- Thank you. - After you.

Yes, thank you, honey.

My pleasure.

Elevator's over here.

No, no. No elevators, Frenchie.

I don't do elevators. Let's take the stairs.

- You sure you can handle it? - Yeah, I can handle it.

Who are you?

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I know what you...

Fuck.

Please wait. Wait a minute.

- I know what you want. - Stay there.

I know what you want. Listen, this can't happen here.

This can't happen here.

Please, for chrissake. Let's go outside.

- You know why we're here, right? - Yeah.

Amanda's blowing up the intercom, isn't she?

Oh, hey, sweetheart. Hey, come here. It's okay.

Daddy's just playing with his friends, okay?

Don't be scared. Don't be scared.

What's going on? Who are these men, Daddy?

They're just... These are Daddy's friends, okay?

We're just having a little chat.

Lainie, look at me. Look at Daddy.

I need you to go back into your room and play, okay?

Okay, but, hey, sweetheart...

we're just playing grown-up games here, okay?

It's a very fun game, Lainie. You wanna play?

Come on. Everybody get on their knees, yeah?

I'll tell you how it works. We all hold hands in a group.

We close our eyes, and then we count and somebody hides.

Can you sit the fu...?

Can you please sit down, Mr. French?

There you go. You know what?

That means that it's your turn to hide, Lainie.

- How long do I get? - We're gonna count to 50.

Then we'll all come look for you.

So make sure you find somewhere good to hide.

Wait a minute. What is that?

What?

Oh, right here. Ooh!

Wow! Where did that come from?

- Huh? - It's magic, sweetheart, okay?

Now, listen, go inside and hide.

It is magic, sweetheart. Go ahead. You take that.

We're gonna look for you in just a little bit.

That's one, two...

three...

four...

Let's get something straight. Do you understand

that you can't run forever?

I'm not running. I'm just trying to move on with my life.

- With my daughter. - So where's her mum?

- She passed away. - That's touching.

How do you get yourself into this mess?

How do you have a man like Barbosa hunting you?

I ran some clubs back in Dublin.

And then when I got over here,

I got a job in one of Barbosa's clubs.

I came with ideas, man. I...

Move. Tell me more. What?

Long story short,

I fell in love with one of Barbosa's club dancers.

Crystal. She was perfect, man.

She was perfect for me anyway.

But the problem was that Barbosa,

he's a possessive prick, isn't he?

He hated the fact that she fell for me instead of him.

Crystal was pregnant.

And when he found out, he beat the shit out of her.

He even stabbed her.

Yeah. Can you believe that?

That fucking snake stabbed a pregnant girl.

Lainie, she arrived way too early.

She was in the ICU for ages.

Crystal...

Sh-She never made it out of hospital.

She died shortly after the birth.

Where does Amanda fit into all of this?

She just wanted to take a bite

out of the forbidden fruit, I guess.

I don't know.

She's the one that told Barbosa.

And that's what sparked this psychotic rage, and...

now here we are.

Look, listen to me. Listen to me.

I'm begging you. I'm begging you, please.

For my daughter's sake.

Sue.

All right, all right.

- Listen to me. Yeah? - Yeah.

You're gonna leave town, all right?

You never set foot back in L.A. again? Understand me?

- I swear. - Yeah?

Slow down. This is not your position

to make this call, Frenchie.

- Don't go down there. - If what he's saying is true...

- You don't have the authority. - If what he's saying is true,

and we give in to Barbosa,

we are a couple of massive fucking wankers. Aren't we?

What about the kid?

If we let you go...

you go right now.

Thank you. Thank you. I understand.

Don't thank us. We're fucking up by letting you go.

You just save your daughter.

- Okay? - Okay.

Come out, come out, wherever are.

Wherever you are can't be far.

You walk a line you never cross.

It's the line between being respectable...

businesslike...

and being an all-out amoral motherfucker.

And if you get soft...

it's over.

That was the right thing to do, Sue.

You know that, right?

Fuck you, Frenchie. Fuck you.

What do you think Tommy's gonna do when he finds out?

Huh?

Amanda saw us come in.

She's gonna rat on us. Fuck you.

Yeah, well, at least I can live with myself.

Maybe for not too much longer, you dumb son of a bitch.

I should get my fucking head examined,

listening to you.

Might be nice though, eh?

To be able to look at yourself in the mirror for once

and not feel disgusted?

She was the same age as Milly. You know, Frenchie?

I couldn't do it.

Couldn't do it. I couldn't...

I couldn't have her see us beat up on her old man.

I just couldn't do it.

What are you doing here, Amanda? You really should go home.

What are you doing? Where's Connor?

He wasn't in.

The fuck he wasn't! I spoke to him.

You didn't. That wasn't his voice.

I think I know the sound of his Irish accent

when I hear it.

Besides, none of that matters. Barbosa's here.

He set you up, assholes.

They're here to kill Connor and blame it on you two.

They've already gone up in the elevator.

You're happy about that, are you?

You fucking bitch.

You're gonna fucking set us up for this?

She's gonna fucking set us up for this,

you fucking bitch!

I can't fucking believe this.

- What do you think we should do? - I don't know, freshman.

I've never really been in this situation

till you come along.

We could call Tommy, gather the boys.

Let them know what Barbosa's up to

and wipe out the whole fucking bloodline.

Yeah?

What about the kid?

They got fucking guns, Frenchie.

They got fucking guns.

No, no, no.

We can take these guys. Listen, Sue, we can take them.

We can take them. We hit them hard, hit them fast.

I take the weapon, I fire shots over the rest,

the rest will shit themselves. We get Connor and the kid,

then get the fuck out of here. We can do this, mate.

- Okay, sure. - Yeah?

Come on. Okay, kid.

Hey, Sue. We worked together well this weekend, mate.

But I don't think I'll be coming to work on Monday.

This is, by far, the shittiest job

I've ever had in my fucking life.

Well I wish I had your wisdom 20 years ago, kid.

Shall we?

- Alex? - French.

I warned you. It's a dog-eat-dog business.

Go.

Connor, open the door!

- Get in there! Get in! - Move.

Lainie, come here. Come here, baby.

- Is there another way out? - Through there.

Fire escape through Lainie's room.

It'll take you to the lobby.

Take you downstairs. Take her and go now. Go.

Sue.

Sue, get behind something.

Aah!

Yeah!

Fuck.

Good job.

Sue...

you're not half the man Tommy thought that you were, huh?

Look at that, man.

You should've walked away.

Had to settle for a knockout.

Golden Boy.

Tommy.

Your boys, man. They set it off.

It was a bloodbath. I tried to stop 'em.

It's why I called you.

- My boys did this? - Yeah.

Well, like Sue always said...

there will always be a bigger, badder cat

just waiting to take you down.

Tommy...

we got history.

Ah, you piece of shit.

You think I don't know you set us up?

Did you really think you can kill a man

like Sulinski "Golden Boy" Baker

and just walk away?

Not after all the years he walked the line for me.

Upstairs.

Get SWAT on the radio. You two, on my six.

I need SWAT over here on 5610 Eastside. Over and out.

Here we go.

- Thanks very much. - Of course.

- This looks lovely. - Here you go, sweetie.

- Anything else I can get for you? - That's it. Thank you.

Let me cut it up for you now, okay?

Don't need you choking after all that.

Make sure you have some of your spinach with it.

It tastes delicious. All right?

Do cows have a good life

before they get turned into steak, Daddy?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course, they do, sweetheart.

Yeah, cows get to do all the fun things

that cows love doing. You know? Like, um...

Like eating daisies and, uh,

roll around in the grass. Just like you.

Then, you know, the farmer does come along.

He looks the cow in the eye, and he says:

"Barbecue time!"

Yeah.

I'm glad they have a fun life, Daddy.

Yeah, me too, sweetheart.

Me too.

Eat your dinner.