[ YOU DONT THINK PEOPLE WEREN'T CALLING YOU? PEOPLE WERE CALLING YOU. ]
They're trying to push us out. Hit out Nino, Piero, and Vincente's warehouses. Everything along the fucking docklands, they trashed it. [ theres a siren blaring in the background. he's on the move. ]
Well, get on it, Peppuccio! Fuck, hit them back hard, we gotta stop them from spreading further into the docks-- can you turn down the fucking siren? My head is splitting up from the damn noise.
[ for all the knee breaking he does he really should get promoted. ]
I can't do everything for you puttana. If you don't sort this out, Russo is going to have your fucking head. [ he doesn't give a shit about your headache, true mafiosos dont get hangovers. ]
Yeah, yeah, don't say his name in vain. [ hearing it is worse than the fucking siren. Russo is going to skin him at this rate. ]
I'll sort it out, I promise. It's my fucking job. What do you need? Apart from a new set of balls. [ he remembers that part clearly. ] Men? Guns? Hold on, I'll make a list-- [ rustling noises as he heads to the fridge. ] Let me get some paper first.
[ sets the orange juice on the counter and grabs a napkin to write on. ]
Yeah, got it, hit me. [ starts going through the cupboards to find a clean glass. why the fuck did he have to fire the maid. ] ... Ah shit, who put this in here. [ curses quietly and throws a rotten pear into the trash. ] Still there, Peppuccio?
[ oh my god does he need to tell him Everything? ]
Get your soldiers, get the credit out of L1. Piero is reinforcing the main warehouse, moving what's left there and guarding it. We go in lockdown now or they'll keep fucking our shit up! [ he pulls his head away from the holo to check an incoming text. ] Those pompinaros don't know when to quit. FIGURE IT OUT. I have to go.
[ he got this! he's scribbling some stuff on the napkin but he got this. ]
Lock it up, you'll hear from me soon. [ he'll just have to make some calls first. ] If we lose the docks, it's gonna be a fucking mess, so don't let that happen. Got it, Peppuccio? Now go do what you do best.
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They're trying to push us out. Hit out Nino, Piero, and Vincente's warehouses. Everything along the fucking docklands, they trashed it. [ theres a siren blaring in the background. he's on the move. ]
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Well, get on it, Peppuccio! Fuck, hit them back hard, we gotta stop them from spreading further into the docks-- can you turn down the fucking siren? My head is splitting up from the damn noise.
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I can't do everything for you puttana. If you don't sort this out, Russo is going to have your fucking head. [ he doesn't give a shit about your headache, true mafiosos dont get hangovers. ]
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I'll sort it out, I promise. It's my fucking job. What do you need? Apart from a new set of balls. [ he remembers that part clearly. ] Men? Guns? Hold on, I'll make a list-- [ rustling noises as he heads to the fridge. ] Let me get some paper first.
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Yeah, got it, hit me. [ starts going through the cupboards to find a clean glass. why the fuck did he have to fire the maid. ] ... Ah shit, who put this in here. [ curses quietly and throws a rotten pear into the trash. ] Still there, Peppuccio?
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Get your soldiers, get the credit out of L1. Piero is reinforcing the main warehouse, moving what's left there and guarding it. We go in lockdown now or they'll keep fucking our shit up! [ he pulls his head away from the holo to check an incoming text. ] Those pompinaros don't know when to quit. FIGURE IT OUT. I have to go.
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Lock it up, you'll hear from me soon. [ he'll just have to make some calls first. ] If we lose the docks, it's gonna be a fucking mess, so don't let that happen. Got it, Peppuccio? Now go do what you do best.