Coccotti
You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford
I got no idea.
Coccotti
I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you 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 heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti
I'm glad. Hopefully it means we can cut out the part of the conversation where you're wondering how full of shit I am.
Clifford
I haven't seen Clarence.
Coccotti
You see that? [Holding a clenched fist, then striking Clifford] That smarts, doesn't it? Getting slammed in the nose. ****s you all up. You get that pain shootin' through your brain, your eyes fill up with water. That ain't any kind of fun, but what I have to offer you, that's as good as it's gonna get. And it won't ever get that good again. We talked to your neighbors. They saw a Cadillac. Purple Cadillac. Clarence's purple Cadillac, parked in front of your trailer yesterday. Mr. Worley, you seen your son?
Clifford
Now, wait a minute and listen. I haven't seen Clarence in three years. Yesterday he shows up here with a girl, sayin' he got married. He told me he needed some quick cash for a honeymoon, so he asked if he could borrow five hundred dollars. I wanted to help him out so I wrote out a check. We went to breakfast and that's the last I saw of him. So help me God. They never thought to tell me where they were goin'. And I never thought to ask.
Coccotti
Sicilians are great liars. The best in the world. I'm a Sicilian. And my old man was the world heavyweight champion of Sicilian liars. And from growin' up with him I learned the pantomime. Now there are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give him away. A guy has seventeen pantomimes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen. And if you know 'em like ya know your own face, they beat lie detectors to hell. What we got here is a little game of show and tell. You don't wanna show me nothin'. But you're tellin' me everything. Now I know you know where they are. So tell me, before I do some damage you won't walk away from.
Clifford
Could I have one of those Chesterfields now?
Coccotti
Sure.
Clifford
Got a match? Oh, don't bother. I got one.
Coccotti
...your son, the cowboy, it's claimed, came in the room blazin', and didn't stop 'till they were pretty sure everybody was dead.
Clifford
What are you talkin' about?
Coccotti
Talkin' about a massacre. They snatched my narcotics, hightailed it outta there. Woulda got away with it, but your son, ****head that he is, left his driver's license in a dead guy's hand.
Clifford
You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti
Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford
You know, I read a lot. Especially about things that have to do with history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact, I don't know if you know or not, Sicilians were spawned by ****.
Coccotti
Come again?
Clifford
It's a fact. You see, Sicilians have black blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see, the Moors conquered Sicily. And Moors are ****.
Coccotti
Yes...
Clifford
So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, w**s from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much ****in' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that n***er gene. Now this...
Clifford
[Coccotti laughs]
No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti
[laughing]
I love this guy.
Clifford
Your ancestors are n***ers. Uh-huh. Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother **** a n****r, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-n***er kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part ***plant.
Coccotti
Ohhh!
Clifford
Huh? Hey! Hey! Hey!
Coccotti
You're a c****loupe. [shoots Cliff in the face]
Vincenzo Coccotti
[Mob boss Vincenzo Coccotti and his guys are confronting Clarence's father]
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 got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you 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.
