It's all there in the envelope.
This isn't enough.
Not enough? But I counted it myself. It's exact.
Oh, yeah. Go back a month and you're right. Just like always. But this month, you're short $5000. Take a seat.
Mother****er, stop shaking around!
It's too big!
**** this shit, where did you find this guy?!
Hitchhiker!
Hitchhiker?! ****, come on! How do you expect me to work like this?! [Gets her drink and walks back] Seriously, sort it the **** out! Let's shoot this thing, you **** loser!
Get on with it! Camera, rolling, shooting! Just **** that guy's asshole you stupid bitch! [Turns attention to Uco] Sorry. I don't understand, you're kidding right?
For 20 years, my father has ensured that not one cop has ever knocked on your door. Now you've been free to operate on our turf and we've worked together peacefully throughout. But these payments in these envelopes. They only cover you for **** and ****. They don't allow for any expansions. I'm hearing rumblings, Topan. People are talking. Seems that you and your boys here are responsible for some powder circulating in my father's territory.
No, that? That's just--
You don't have to explain anything. We already know everything. Now, taking into account this new enterprise of yours and the fact you sure as hell don't want some pig's knuckles rapping at your door, the price just went up. All you have to do is dig just a little bit deeper. Then we can forgive you this minor indiscretion. Now if you would be so kind, this envelope, it's still a little light. [Uco throws Topan's payment package across the table while Rama has realized that a Topan's thug is reaching for a shotgun, kicks him and sets off a vicious firefight wiping out everyone in the room]
