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I don't worry about our people. We can try to get them out before the trial.
Do yourself a solid here, Mike.
It's gotta be strawberry?
Conspiracy to violate federal customs statutes.
-We need to sit down and talk, Frank. -I gotta see my son.
You ain't much more than a kid.
If I could guarantee that Frank Sobotka and his nephew...
See now, this man, he building a rep for himself...
You find a way of putting this FBI thing to bed...
I ain't putting in no union men. I'll give you them dead girls in the can.
you need to retain the services of an attorney.
He said that there was an argument about a stolen car or two.
-You going to his house? -The Union Hall. That's his house.
You ain't dealing with those guys no more.
-and do a sketch instead. -I'm fine.
He could.
Go get the interviews started.
it won't work.
No, that ain't right. That can't be right.
But then I would've had a wife.
Why?
I put the motherfucking paper out on y'all. But y'all was fucking with my stash.
So we go over to his house a half hour later with the warrant...
-You hear how Moonshot got his name? -Yeah, and I could give a fuck.
Indeed.
What's your comment on the charges being brought against you?
-Frank. -Sir, any comment?
-Maybe there's another way. -There is only one sure way.
They didn't come back to the Benz. You got them down there?
Spiros Vondopoulos.
Once you gave him a taste on the house, just....