Silent Partners

Yo, I'm glad I got you.

Yeah. Just give me a minute.

Hold on, hold on.

You there?

All right, listen to me, Choo Choo.

I know it's your stable and all, but I'm supplying all the

good shit.

Fuck! Are you?

You here already?

What are you on that car phone, you prick?

Hold on.

Show me the hookers, amigo.

Ooh!

No hookers here, pal.

Just me.

Yeah.

Come in, come in.

Yeah, yeah, come on in.

I thought it was you out front.

No no no, no, forget about it.

It's a friend.

No. It's all.

Just do that thing for me, all right Choo?

You know, don't forget me on that.

All right.

All right.

Just get them all spruced up and looking good and right.

Yeah. Alright, listen, listen, I gotta, I gotta go.

I gotta take care of something.

Alright, I'll see you here soon, right?

Come over.

Alright. See you soon.

Planning a party, Max?

Well, I wouldn't say that, you know.

What are those French pricks call it?

Uh, it's more like a soiree.

Aren't you supposed to be soireeing our money up, Max?

Huh?

Wait. I owe you guys money?

Fuck.

Charlie.

Maybe I do, maybe I do.

Fuck. It's been crazy around here, you know?

God. You know, my ex-wife, she's been a real mutt lately.

She got some pictures of me and some broads in her car.

It's been a nightmare.

Wait, wait.

Listen,

let's do something.

I got some lookers coming over.

Now, now, I can't promise you nine and a half weeks.

But I will tell you this.

These broads will smoke your pole.

I'm going to tell you that, right?

Come with me.

Let me show you something.

Come on.

Come on. You known me forever.

Relax. Where am I going to go?

Come on. Come with me.

Okay, Max.

I know you love me, right?

Right?

What size swim trunks you wear?

I got large in the back.

I mean, your nuts will probably

pop out, but who the fuck cares?

Because it's going to be like ancient fucking Rome out here

pretty soon.

I just need the money, Max.

I got a pool. I got the broads coming.

I don't swim.

I don't have the fucking money.

I don't have it tonight. Okay?

I'm going in.

This is perfect. Am I right?

I thought you didn't swim.

It's a nice pool.

Ooh!

This meathead has got a nice pad.

Maxie baby, are you ready?

Ooh, we got a pool.

Police Swat teams have converged on a house in Davie.

Drug agents have made more than 100 arrests and over $140

million in drug seizures.

Overtown is literally on fire tonight.

Nearly a half million pounds of marijuana.

Everglades city was swarming

with hundreds of federal agents.

Paul Mormando's school martial arts.

Learn judo, karate, taekwondo.

The most trusted martial arts school in Florida.

You don't got a ride? We'll come pick you up.

Come down here now and we'll chop the prices.

Woo hoo!

My name is Valentine.

But here, right now, you'll get to know me as Charlie.

It's a character I cooked up when the Chicago Outfit decided

to run a play in the South.

Coming here should have been a first start for me.

A chance to roll in from the cold and reinvent myself.

But it wasn't.

Yeah, the eye candy tasted like Paradise.

But everything under the sun isn't what it seems.

Me falling for temptation?

Nah, that shit's for the weak.

You can't be an enforcer for the mob.

And have your guard down like you're some carefree asshole

from the burbs taking karate

lessons from a knockoff Chuck Norris.

I knew the game I was mixed up in had no end in sight.

With the drug trade booming and all the sun, fun and murder on

the front page of the papers.

It was a perfect cover for a scheme so diabolical it had the

only family I've ever really known showered in profits for

over a decade.

I knew I had one mission make sure the plan got executed

flawlessly, and that's what I did.

Hey, Mike.

Can I come in?

Uh, it's not really a good time.

I've got, uh.

No, it's a good time, Mike.

What, are you, nuts?

You want me to sign this paperwork so that in case

something happens to happens to me.

The money goes to Al DeLuca.

Absolutely not, man.

Okay. All right. Take it easy. Take it easy.

You got fucking blood all over my paperwork.

My fucking nose!

Is your fucking hand hurt?

No.

Sign the fucking papers.

Fuck!

This really necessary?

Sign the papers.

You're probably wondering what the hell happened back there.

I'll let my satisfied customer explain.

You know, when I first met Charlie, I was doing bad.

I owed my Chicago bookie a lot of money.

I sold my car for cocaine.

I'd find myself at titty bars, blowing thousands with nothing

to show for it but a couple of herpe blisters.

Between the sports, gambling and the drugs, I found myself

at a real crossroads.

You see, I needed to keep borrowing money, but I was

finding it harder and harder to pay it back.

And it got to the point where they were going to cut me off,

or worse.

But then Charlie and the wonderful folks at Goody Boy.

Insurance Company set me up with a contract.

I'm sort of like a life insurance policy.

All right, hold up.

If there's money to be made, there's always a racket.

But the days of Tommy

guns on the street are long gone.

The real racket comes with a smile, a goofy square suit, a

handshake, and a keen knowledge in finance.

Which brings us to the birth of our company.

Of course, the mastermind behind Goody Boy is none other

than the original head snake of the American Mafia.

That's right.

Meyer fucking Lansky.

Meyer. A word, please.

Yes, Rabbi.

Um. Yes.

Meyer. I just want to say

that I hear things about you all the time.

But I want you to know

that I don't listen to any of it.

You know, Rabbi, I hear these things, too.

They say,

I own half of Monte Carlo,

and that I made the president.

Now, how ridiculous can they be?

Rabbi, good shabbos to you, good shabbos.

This guy was so brilliant.

Not only did he make millions from every racket you could

think of, he became a legend in criminal power and know how.

He never needed to rob a bank

because he owned the fucking bank.

He had access to money and credit, like grabbing kosher

snacks out of the icebox.

How do I know all this?

I was there.

Do me a favor.

This drink is dead. Mort.

Give me a fresh one, please.

Yes. Of course.

Would you like anything?

I love a Dewar's and water.

Thank you.

Course, and you?

I'm good.

And Meyer, this is, uh, Koufax.

This is Valentine.

Jimmy Hook's kid, Gino.

We were just talking about, uh, about the Florida thing.

So, Meyer.