Doug, where's Franky Four Fingers?
l don't know. l'm not his mother.
But l'm seeing him later.

-When later?
-He said he wanted cash.

So he's coming back
after he's been to a fight.

A fight?
What do you mean, a fight?
A boxing match?

-ls there gambling involved?
-lt's a boxing match, Avi.

-Did he have a case with him?
-Yes, he had a case.

And this schmuck is gambling?
You're talking about Franky ''l've got
a problem with gambling'' Four Fingers.

Avi, l'm not telepathic.
You're plenty stupid,
l'll give you that.

Do you know why they call him
Franky Four Fingers?

l have no idea.
Because he makes stupid bets
with dangerous people.

When he doesn't pay up,
they give him the chop.

And l'm not talking about
his fucking foreskin.

l'm sure he can pay.
Not with my goods. Got a toothbrush?
We're going to London.

Do you hear that?
l'm coming to London!

-Shut up and sit down, you bald fuck!

l don't like leaving my own country...
...especially leaving it for anything
less than warm, sandy beaches...

...and cocktails
with little straw hats.

We've got sandy beaches.
So who the fuck wants to see them?
l hope you can appreciate the concern
l have for my friend Franky.

l'll find him,
and you'll help me find him.

And we'll start at that fight.
How am l gonna get it out?
lt will probably cough it up.
Will he be all right?
l hope not.
-Are we gonna rob this bookies?
-Yes, big man.

Why are we waiting?
We are waiting for a man with
four fingers, carrying a briefcase.