Vincenzo Coccotti: Frankie,
tell Luca to go outside
and do you know what.
Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ.
You've got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven
you've never seen evil so singularly personified
as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti.
I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle,
the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop,
so I can assume you've heard of us before.
Am I correct?
Clifford: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "How full of shit am I?"
question you've been asking yourself.
Coccotti: We're gonna have a little Q&A and at the risk of sounding redundant,
please make your answers genuine.
You want a Chesterfield?
Clifford: No.
Coccotti: I have a son of my own. About your boy's age.
I can imagine how painful this must be for you. But Clarence
and that bitch-whore girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. I implore you
not to go down that road with them.
You can always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice.
Clifford: Look I'd like to help you if I could, but I...
haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti: You see that?
tell Luca to go outside
and do you know what.
Do you know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I give up. Who are you?
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ.
You've got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven
you've never seen evil so singularly personified
as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti.
I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle,
the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop,
so I can assume you've heard of us before.
Am I correct?
Clifford: I've heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully that will clear up the "How full of shit am I?"
question you've been asking yourself.
Coccotti: We're gonna have a little Q&A and at the risk of sounding redundant,
please make your answers genuine.
You want a Chesterfield?
Clifford: No.
Coccotti: I have a son of my own. About your boy's age.
I can imagine how painful this must be for you. But Clarence
and that bitch-whore girlfriend of his brought this all on themselves. I implore you
not to go down that road with them.
You can always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice.
Clifford: Look I'd like to help you if I could, but I...
haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti: You see that?
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