Orlando: Yo, Chevy... Chev: Where's Verona? Talk! Orlando: What about?! Chev: Don't fuck with me! Orlando: I'm not! Just calm down! Chev: Don't tell me to calm down! Orlando: Fuck, man! Henchman: Orlando? You all right? Hey, there's a white nigger with a gun up in here! Orlando: Just be still, motherfuckers! You see that? I'm trying to help you here, man. Chev: I gotta find Ricky Verona. Orlando: Why would I know where Verona is? Chev: [All henchman come pouring into washroom pointing all their guns at Chev] Yeah, yeah. You don't know, but you're gonna tell me. Or I'm gonna blow your brains into the fuckin' toilet! I'm gonna fucking kill him! Orlando: Whoa! Put your guns down! The white man is cool! The white man is... The white man is cool! Y'all like them Somalia niggers. Now look, Chevy came here to discuss something. We gonna discuss this shit in a civilized manner. Chevy? You had a question? Or a point to make? Chev: Where's Verona? Orlando: Okay, I'm not affiliated with Ricky Verona. You pulled the Anselmo job together. Chev: Don't fuckin' bullshit me! Orlando: Easy! Easy! Easy! All right? Look, you're operating under a false pretence. Ricky and I did not pull... the Anslemo job together. Ricky fucked me on the Anselmo job. In fact, Ricky Verona still owes me $7,5000. Chev: Not how I heard it. Orlando: But that's the way it is. So, you see, I don't know where Verona is. If I did, I'd probably be there right now, beating the Gucci off his ass. Chev: All right. All right. That's what I'm talking about. That's almost civilized. Orlando: Shit, dude. What's wrong with you? Chev: Just give me some coke. You got any coke? Orlando: Now you're gonna insult me. Chev: Come on, I don't have time! Just give me something. I'm really dying, here. Orlando: I can see that. Chev: I'm really fucking dying! You saying this is medicinal-use coke? Orlando: That's right. Well?! Chev: What?! Orlando: This shit ain't free, nigger. [Chev throws out some dollar bills] That's enough. [Chev opens coke bag spilling contents on floor] What, you gonna do the shit right here? Oh' God! Chevy... What the... Oh' that's good. That's good. That's good' right? Why you looking for Verona' anyway? Chev: Some Chinese assholes hired him to kill me. This is about Don Kim. What do you know about it? Orlando: I know you pulled the trigger. Chev: Of course' I pulled the trigger. Why wouldn't I pull the fuckin' trigger? Orlando: Whoa... Yo, Chelios, you good? Chev: This shit ain't working. Orlando: Excuse me? Chev: I know what I have to do. Orlando: Well, shit. A man's got to do what a man's got to do. What is it you gotta do? Chev: I gotta kick some black ass. Orlando: What?! Shit! There he goes again. Chev: Who wants white meat? [Chev fights Orlando's associates while going to his car and drives off] Orlando's associates: You ain't got shit, motherfucker! Put that fuckin' twig down, bitch! Faggot! Get the fuck out of here, bitch! Chev: [Answers phone] Doc? What's up, Doc? Ricky: You motherfucker! Why aren't you dead yet? What the fuck you doing? Chev: Coming for you. Fucking believe me. Whatever. Ricky: I'll be waiting, but you won't make it. You should know that I'm all about hooking up with that mystery girl, you've been banging. Soon as you're underground. I forgot to say so on that gay James Bond tape I left. Chev: What' and then you're gonna rape my grandmother? Bla' bla' fuckin' bla. You listen to me. What do you think Carlito will do when he finds out what you did? Your whole crew is history! Police: Driver, pull over! Chev: Fuck! Great. Ricky: You talking about Carlito? Because me and Carlito, we're boys now. We're tight. Chev: Tight, like when your brother fucked you in 3rd grade? Ricky: That's snappy. But I did you pretty good, didn't I Chelios? Admit it. We'll see. Police: Pull over! Chev: Know what the best part is? Sorry, must go. Bye-bye. Yeah. Doctor Miles. Fuck! What took you so long? Jesus Christ. Sorry' Chevy' I just got the message. Okay. Forget it. Listen, I'm dying! I've been poisoned with some Chinese synthetic shit. What? You've gotta fucking do something for me. Doc Miles: What are your symptoms? Chev: It's like I'm slowing down. Doc Miles: Stuck in tar. Blurred vision? Chev: Yeah. Doc Miles: Dizzy? Chev: Sure. Doc Miles: Any pain in your chest? Chev: Not really. I feel good' right now. Doc Miles: What are you doing? Chev: Driving through a mall' cops chasing me. Doc Miles: The adrenaline is what's keeping you alive. Chev: Having a little trouble hearing you. Doc Miles: You got to keep moving, Chevy. Chev: Explain. Doc Miles: If I'm right' they gave you the Beijing cocktail. It's very nasty shit. It works on the adrenal gland, blocks it's receptors. The only thing you can do to slow it down, is to keep the flow of adrenaline constant. Meaning' if you stop' you die. Chev: Hang on. Doc Miles: Jesus! What... Are you there? Are you okay? Chev: What'd you say' Doc? If you stop, you die! Doc Miles: That's what I'm trying to do. Keep moving, keep the blood pumping. Chevy, you there? Chev: Every time I slow down' it's like my veins start to rust. Doc Miles: Did you take anything? Chev: Couple grams of coke. Doc Miles: That's a start. Chev: I'll be in L.A. In an hour.

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