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And?
- You guys stay here, it won't take long. - What won't take long?
Old man's got a little kick to him, huh?
Everywhere Intergang has gotten a foothold, there's a Cost Mart.
You know, if anybody's blind around here, it's you.
High blood pressure.
- She is not my girlfriend. - Whatever she is...
Better luck next time.
What were they doing setting fires in the middle of the day?
Seems to be going around these days.
- There must be some mistake. - Well, if so, I'll grant you 24 hours...
You're getting ready to stand up to this huge criminal organization.
You're gonna make yourself a valued commodity...
But...
...she has got you finger-wrapped and blindfolded.
You're beginning to talk about yourself in the third person.
Yeah, I think so.
And Jung would dismiss it as an anger-induced synaptic anomaly.
- Little punk tried to burn me out. - You can't prove that.
Lock on the target.
Well, maybe you will.
Come on. We're gonna find out why these cops are slowing down all of a sudden.
And now I think Bill has a few words to say to everybody.
An ex-marine lieutenant trying to establish a beachhead, well...
But don't walk in here with excuses that are going to upset my doctor.
I think we should do it.
Entrance code accepted, Mr. Church.
See, nothing. Not even a parking ticket.
Why hasn't anyone ever gone after these guys?
That sounds great...
Listen, I know we said we might do something this weekend...
- Nice little piece of equipment, huh? - If this is your idea of a joke...
So go already.
- Yeah? - Whatever you do. I don't care.
- These are awful. - All that crime out there...
I warned you.
But sometimes when you throw them big dice in casino love...
- Martin, what's the latest on the Southside? - All right.
I don't need to tell you that we're at a very crucial point in the Metropolis franchise.
But my neck's a little too far out on this as it is.