Welcome to Collinwood

But you've gotta help.
He needs a Mullinski.

I can't Mullinski for him.
I already did.

- The judge would lock us both up!
- No. He needs you to find a Mullinski.

- The offer's 15 grand.
- Fifteen.

I spent a year in isolation for him,
he only gave me five.

Yeah, well, somebody told him
about a job in there.

A job? What kind of job?
Can I trust you?
He says it could be his Bellini.
- Fifteen for a Mullinski?
- Yeah.

- What's the charge?
- Grand-theft auto.

Shit, forget it. I can't do it.
What are you talking about?
Grand-theft's easy, I did it.

It's not the time. It's my mother.
She'd die on the spot.

Well, she'd die happier knowing
you had 15 grand in your pocket.

What are you, sick?
Forget it. I'm not doing it.

Look, you're gonna turn down
15 grand for a Mullinski?

What do you want from me?
I told you, I can't do it.

Let Cosimo rot.
He's the biggest asshole in Collinwood.

- Look, swear you'll never repeat this.
- What?

Swear. Cosimo will kill me
if he ever finds out I told you.

- Come on. All right, I swear.
- Cosimo, he's got this big job lined up.

- Big? How big?
- Huge.

All that's huge about Cosimo
is his fat head.

- He says it's his Bellini.
- His Bellini.

Everybody in this neighborhood's
got a Bellini.

- Hey, Mickey.
- What's up?

- How's your Bellini?
- Watch your mouth.

No. Cosimo's...
Cosimo's is real.