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People who sell cigarettes are required to pay taxes, And not paying those taxes is a federal offense. For which you can be put into prison. Is that right? Yeah, that's right.

Well, it's a good thing I'm not working for him then, huh? Okay. All right. May I? Yeah. Oh, jeez. Oh, no, it's all right. I'm sorry. No, it's all right. It's all right. Oh, God. I didn't really like it anyway. Hey, listen. You need to be careful, okay?

Yeah, I quit.

He's part of the Gambino family.

He works under Salvatore Palmeri. He's in the Mob? Right here. Take 'em out, you put 'em right here. All right, here we go.

Thank you. I'll get them, lady. I'm going to help you, all right? Let me help you. Frank, we should have done it right there, Before it comes back and bites us in the ass. We'll give it some time, see how it plays out. Okay, we'll give it some time. What the hell is that? Ho! What are you doing? Put those back. Hey, put those back. Put those back. What the hell's this? Don't listen to him. Keep going. Put 'em back. You keep going. Who are you? Who am I? Who are you? Who am I? What are you. These belong to Mr. Russo. If he would like them moved, he can come out here. And do it himself. Are you out of your mind?

Put that. Hey, it's okay. It's okay.

It's okay, just move this stuff inside already, will you? Come on, let's get it off the sidewalk. All right, go.

Go. Move it. You heard him, move it inside. Get in there. You know what you are? A bully. And a hypocrite.

Calling the FBI to keep me from selling. A few cigarettes when you do worse every day. You don't know what I do. Oh, no? Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm wrong, and I'll pack it all up and go home. Jimmy Limo has been working this neighborhood for 20 years. No FBI agent ever come to his house on Christmas Eve. No, I was helping you make smart choices, But since you obviously aren't capable of listening to reason, Maybe we need to do something else.

You know what? I don't respond to threats. That wasn't a threat. Trust me, if I threatened you, you'd know. You know what my mother says?

Never trust a man who says to "trust me.". Come with me. No. Come on. Come take a walk. I'm not going anywhere with you. Whoa! What the hell are you doing?