Feel free to talk.
I gather you're the consigliere of the outfit that my boys were stupid enough to **** around with. On that note, I'd like to extend my apologies on their behalf. My boys, they're naive, they've had hard lives and they're just starting to come good. But, they're my lads, my responsibility, so it's me that should be accountable for their actions. Now, I can return your goods, but I can't return the inconvenience, the time, the **** headache. And so I offer you my loyalty, my word, my time until that debt is settled. I'll make amends, but just leave me lads alone.
First of all, I'm going to need to know how your lads got that information about where our farm was sited, cause that's not common knowledge. Once we've overcome that little challenge, then we can talk.

