The Hurricane

He looked like
a bulldog with glasses.

- Della Pesca.
- That's the one.

Could we, uh,
talk with your husband?

Avery's dead.
He died just before the trial.
I'm sorry.
Here's stuff I wanna check out.
What is this?
Who the fuck you think you are?
- Does this look like Toronto to you?
- Excuse me?

You know, you people, you got
some nerve comin' down here...

pokin' your nose
where it don't belong.

Let me ask you something,
Mr Canada.

What the fuck do you know
about this place, huh? Huh?

You know anything?
You don't know shit.

Let me enlighten you...
because you don't know
what you're doin'.

You are making enemies
that you don't know exist.

- Huh?
- We know about you.

You don't know shit about me.
You understand?

You don't know shit about this place,
and let me tell ya something else.

You're not welcome here, okay?
You're not fuckin' welcome here.
You got that?
Go back to where you belong.