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Costello : Do
you know who I am?
Billy : No.
Costello : You met my friend Mr. French the other
night.
Billy : Is his real name Mr. French?
Costello : No. Come with me. I'm not the cops. Not
asking you. You know something? They just do not stop
having the Maffia in Providence! And this can cause me a
lot of problems. Those guys you
tuned up, they're
connected down Providence. What they're gonna do is come
back with some guys and kill you. Which - as sure as you
were born - they will do. Unless I stop them. Do you
want me to stop 'em?
Billy : Is this something I can't do personally?
Costello : I'm gonna have my associate search you.
Billy : No! No one's fuckin' searchin' me. Searchin'
me for what?
Costello : Contra-fuckin-band. Take your shoes off!
French : Shoes.
Costello : I knew your father.
Billy : Yeah? Do you know he's dead?
Costello : Oh sorry. How did he go?
Billy : He didn't complain.
Costello : Yeah, that was his problem.
Billy : Who said he had a problem?
Costello : I just said he had a fuckin' problem. He
was a man who could have been anything.
Billy : Are you trying to say that he was nothing?
Costello : I'm sayin' he worked at the airport.
French : He's clean.
Costello : Arm.
French : Yeah. Come on.
Costello : What fuckin' arm.
French : Show me your arm. Flip it.
Costello : Makes me curious to see you in this
neighborhood.
French : He's clean.
Costello : And if I can slander my own environment. It
makes me sad, this regression. Plus I don't know if it
is beyond some fuckin' cop prick like Queenan to pull
you out of the Staties and send you after me. I just
can't know. I don't know what they do in that particular
department anyway. Are you still a cop?
Billy : No! No!
Costello : Swear on your mother's grave! You're still
not a cop?
Billy : No, I'm not a fuckin' cop! No!
Costello : Are you gonna stop doing
coke deals with
your jerk-off fuckin' cousin?
Billy : Yes, yes, yes!
Costello : All right, all right, all right. You're ok,
you'll be ok. Get your hand taken care of. I'm sorry. It
was necessary.
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