Veneno:
Tomorrow night, he goes down. Bottom line.
Manolo:
[standing to leave]
Okay, I'll tell him, all right?
Veneno:
[his men cock their weapons]
Did somebody hear me say that I was finished? Sit down.
[Manolo sits back down]
Veneno:
Okay, here's the deal, cabrón. If he doesn't go down, then you are going to be replaced by a coach that understands what this business is all about. Do you fully comprehend me when I say the word "replaced"? R-E-P-laced.
Manolo:
No, I...
Veneno:
Like when I say I am going to replace my big dog. I shot him twice behind the ear, and I threw it in a bonfire made out of car tires soaked in diesel. Two days later I go back, I hose the whole area down, not even a fucking little stain. Okay, now I'm finished.
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