Cinquanta :
Why doesn't Your Family love you?
Paul III :
I think they love me.
I hope so.
Cinquanta :
What's wrong with you?
Are you a Bad Boy?
You a Bad Boy?
Paul III :
No.
Paul III :
You're a Bad Boy.
Don't Lie.
What Did You Do?
Paul III :
I set fire to my school once —
got kicked out.
Cinquanta :
Well, Boys Play with Fire —
I did.
You want to try it?
If my son was kidnapped, bad, good, I would pay ANY money to get him back.
I would borrow it. Steal.
Okay, I steal anyway,
but I would steal more.
Paul III :
Could I have another light?
Cinquanta :
Americans.
I don't understand you.
For us, Family is Everything.
We are obbligati.
I was born into My Family,
and that decides my whole life.
My whole life.
Paul III :
I'm obbligato, too.
As much as you.
Cinquanta :
What are you doing? Write!
Convince her to pay us our money,
or Madonna mia, I...
I'll kill you myself.
*****
Cinquanta :
You saw.
Paul III :
What?
Cinquanta :
Fuck, you've seen me.
…if I tell Piccolino, he'll have your eyes pulled out so you can never identify us.
Even blind, Your Family
will pay for you.
Paul III :
You Don't Have to Tell him.
Please.
Cinquanta :
Look at Me. I want to see Your Eyes.
Look at me, look at me.
I Don't Tell on You
and You Don't Tell on Me.
Paul III :
Okay.
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