Ray Bones comes out with the collection book open, looking at all of the names of who owes what.

RAY BONES: You got a miss. Leo Devoe. Guy's six weeks over.

CHILI: He died.

RAY BONES: How'd you know he died, he tell you?

Ray Bones checks his man to get some appreciation, but the guy's too busy looking at the hair rinses and shit on the connter.

CHILI: Yeah, he told me.

RAY BONES: Personally?

CHILI: Yeah, Ray, he personally told me he got killed in that Get Away Airlines' jet went down last month.

RAY BONES: What Get Away jet?

CHILI: It was in the Herald.

RAY BONES: Yeah, well, maybe the guy took out flight insurance. Check with the wife.

CHILI: Hey, it's your book now. You want to check it out, go ahead. He's got a dry cleaning business out on Federal Highway.

Tommy gives Chili a look as the Black Guy comes over to Chili, stands next to him. Ray Bones steps over to Chili . . .

RAY BONES: Momo's dead. Which means anything was his now belongs to Jimmy Capp, including you.

Tommy watches as the Black Guy picks up a pair of scissors, runs his hand along the edge . . .

RAY BONES: Which also means when I speak, I'm speakin' for Jimmy. So e.g. as of now, you start affording me the proper respect.

CHILI: 'e.g.' means 'for example', Ray. I think what you wanna say is 'i.e.'

RAY BONES: E.g., i.e., fuck you. The point is, I say jump, you say okay. Okay? You owe me the dry cleaner's fifteen grand plus the juice which is what another, uhh . . .

CHILI: Twenty seven hundred.

RAY BONES: Exactly. You either get it from the wife or out of your own pocket, I don't give a fuck. You don't ever hand me a book with a miss in it.

Ray throws the book at Chili and walks out, his man right behind him. Chili looks over at Tommy.

TOMMY: I told you not to –

CHILI: Don't say a fuckin' word.