someone–And it doesnt seem to match..

someone–And it doesnt seem to match..

someone–And it doesnt seem to match..

up with the dapper dressing,golf and chess-playing negro you see before you?I mean…Afghanistan, special ops, all those crazy black Rambo Fallujah stories,all the street fighter stories.Look, people tend to exaggerate thingsbecause they have a need to believe in myths.But the truth is, I am no Superman. Im not even much of a fighter.See, its your Uncle Cody. Now, hes the real bad ass.Youll see that when he comes back here for good next week.And since hes my new partner at the bar,youll get a chance to hear all of Uncle Codys tall tales first-hand.But for now, you need to dump the trash like I asked you to,so I can get you back home.Because I do not want to hear my sisters mouthfor keeping you out too late.[door thumping]Our beloved Carmines is now a fucking mooley hipster joint.Hell, no! Not on my fucking watch!Who owns this joint?Tell you what.Im a businessman.So, I offer 20K above what you paid,you pack up, set up in Bushwick or somewhere the fuck else.And all is well.Capiscei?/iNo capisce.You gentlemen have a good night, were closed.Hey, asshole. Do you know who this is?Relax, Paulie, I got this.Whats your name, wise guy?Payne.How fucking appropriate.Listen, Payne, I dont think you fully understand.See, this place is what you call sentimental value to my community.Many a great man have drank, bled, and died here.Now, you take the dealbefore I take it off the table, beat your ass with it.Ah, ah, ah.Ah, ah, ah, ah.[electronic beeping]Checkmate.[electronic beeping]You know…I feel you on the…sentimental thing.You see, I know the pain of a sonwhose father was nearly murdered in a bar he wasnt even allowed inside of.And for that mans son…to grow up and one day own that very bar…You see…first… you should have taken no for an answer.Second… you already fucked up by shoving my nephew when you first came in here.I was gonna let that slidebecause he needs to toughen up a little bit.And third… I heard that mooley comment, not cool.Judging by your little jailhouse shuffle and them fucked up clothes youre wearing,youve been locked up for a while.Well, let me hip you to a few changessince youve been gone.Faucets now come on by themselves when you put your hands underneath.Weve had a black and an orange president,and this…aint Carmines no more.- [Paulie] Yeah! – [John] Oh.Uh-huh.You clearly have no fucking idea of who you talking to.Hmm.And clearly, you do not understand the degree of a fuck that I dont give.- Oh. – Hmm.Huh.So… Ill tell you what Im gonna do.Im gonna break your jaw for you,lump you up for GP and then toss your ass out the windowbecause Ive been thinking about changing that window out anyway.Im gonna sleep Paulie string bean over here last,so he can tell you what happened to you.Thats after the cops throw you back in prison for parole violationon account of that .380 youre carrying on your right hip.But, hey…you were smart for coming strapped.But you made one mistake.Yeah?Whats that?You let me get too close.- [Tony grunting] – [foot thumping][gun cocks]Catch, motherfucker.[Tony grunting][Tony grunting]You stupid son of a bitch.You broke my jaw.No.No![groaning][car alarms beeping][boy] I thought you said you werent much of a fighter.Im not.Fighting is the violent exchange of physical blows.Its technically not a fight if Im the only one giving the blows.Get a broom.Cops will be here soon.[phone buzzing]If you teach me how to fight, I promise I wont tell my mom what happened.I told you I dont fight.Your Uncle Codys gonna get you right.Payne.When?Ill be there as soon as I can.Thanks for the call, Arnold.Uncle Cody is not gonna be here on Monday.[police sirens wailing][car horn honking]Mr. Briggs is waiting for you upstairs.[indistinct chatter][Arnold] Make sure everything is locked up downstairs.[man] OK.Arnold.Never expected to see you in Europe again, John.Yeah, makes the two of us.Come on, Ill show you in.Updated a few things since you were here last.Yeah, I see.How long you staying?Just until I bury Cody.[Arnold] You need anything, were here.[John] I appreciate that.Im making the funeral arrangements for Thursday.[Arnold] Blanche and I will be there.[John chuckles] Shes still putting up with you after all these years?- [Arnold] Yeah. – [John] Bless her heart.[Arnold] Youre not bringing him home?He wouldve wanted to be laid to rest here with the others from his team, Arnold.You should know that.Things change, John.You should know that.Yeah.You run the whole unit now.Not just the unit. I run all the old units, John.I got the whole basket.Climates changed since you retired.U.S., Israel…Hell, even the Brits trying to disavow us. Shut us down.I dont want a problem with you, too.You aint got to worry about me, Arnold.Well, I dont want to relive the past either.Lets just take care of your brother.You good?- One hundred. – Good.So…can you tell me what happened?Where do I start?[Mason]i Cody! Come on! Come back!/i[woman screaming][Arnold]i It was the girl./iiShe was the last straw./i[car alarm beeping][Cody grunting]Hell, even Codys partner almost cracked and hes seen some shit.[Mason] Cody? Cody?Fuck! Hang in there, buddy. Hang in there. Fuck!Yeah, Mason Bellows, yeah.Yeah, based out of Africa. Good soldier, bit of a loose cannon,but damn good sniper. Him and Cody made a great team.So, what can he tell me about the investigation?Stop it, John.Come on, man.Mason and Cody were part of a task force created to infiltrate a new drug syndicatethats getting roots here in Eastern Europe.Brutal as hell.But I dont think they are

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