Getting Billy upset
Now why did you go and get Billy boy upset?
I know him. He’s worked for me a long time, and he’s a mean man when he’s upset.
He didn’t get those scars on his knuckles tending gold fish.
Sure, he’d hit a woman like you if I told him, too.
What are you doing here anyway?
Don’t we have enough problems with the FBI watching us all the time?
We haven’t been able to run our store front rackets for weeks.
No, we didn’t kill your brother and we don’t know who did.
We don’t use knives neither, and if we didn’t we wouldn’t need 40 stabs to kill him.
Just go away.
We can’t help it that your brother picked the wrong dive to pick up broads in.
That place is dangerous even for people who know how to fend for ourselves.
Okay, so he had a gun.
Nobody found it.
It probably sank to the bottom of the harbor when the killers dumped his body in it.
Will you please stop crying.
You’re getting Billy upset, and as I told you, he gets mean when he gets upset.
Go away.
We can’t help you and we wouldn’t if we could.
I’m not going to rat on no hood, even for you.
Billy, take her out of here before the feds bust in here thinking we’re terrorists torturing her.
Say, lady, why don’t you go ask the feds to help you.
They got nothing better to do than bug law abiding citizens like us.
Billy! Did you hear me?
Don’t tell me you’re blubbering, too.
Now look what you’ve done lady, you got Billy upset.
Get her out of here, Billy, and blow your freaking nose.
All I need is for the boys downtown to see that!
They might knock ME off thinking I’m soft.
And maybe I am – soft in the head.