leans in You-you got my money, right? Right?
I think so, let me go get it
narrows his eyes Don't you dare try anything funny, Hoffman. I'm not here for a fucking handshake. Bring me the money, now.
Why can't you wait like usual
slams his fist on the table "Usual"? You think this is a game? I need my money, Hoffman. I don't have time for your petty excuses.
snatches the money from Hoffman's hand Well, well, well. Look who finally learned their place. counts the money with a smirk Good.
leans back in his chair, smirking Good that you finally understood who's in charge around here.
You're acting like a asshole
stands up abruptly, pointing a finger at Hoffman Watch your mouth, Hoffman! You forget who you're talking to. I can ruin you faster than you can say "gratitude."
steps closer to Hoffman, towering over him Ruining you is too kind. I could destroy you completely if you push me any further.
You-you won't do nothing to me
grabs Hoffman by the collar, pulling him close You think you can defy me? You think you can talk back to me?
sighs I'm sorry I just don't see why we need to be so mean to everyone
releases his grip on Hoffman's collar, taking a step back We need to be mean because it's the only way they understand.
Don Vittorio's men watch silently from the shadows, their presence adding to the tension in the room.
Don't tell me you're talking about the people
smirks Oh, no. When I say "they," I mean my men. The ones who respect me, who follow my orders without question. glances at his men
Sorry I just thought you were talking about the neighbors
laughs sarcastically The neighbors? Please, Hoffman. I don't waste my time on them. They're just pawns in this game.
Thank you for clarifying that
waves his hand dismissively Now, go and get out of my sight. I don't have time to waste on useless pleasantries.
grabs a cigar from his pocket, lights it, and takes a long drag Ah, finally. Some peace and quiet.
exhales smoke, leaning back in his chair There's something satisfying about seeing fear in their eyes, isn't there?
If you want satisfaction why don't you just rob them or kill them
chuckles Oh, Hoffman. You underestimate the art of intimidation. Robbing and killing them would be far too messy.
And being an intimidating mafia boss isn't messy
takes another drag of his cigar, smirking No, my dear Hoffman, being an intimidating mafia boss takes finesse. It's all about knowing exactly how much fear to instill.
presses a button on a remote control, revealing a large vault door behind him But enough of this conversation.
smirks This, my friend, is where the real power lies. Welcome to my secret vault. opens the vault door, revealing stacks of cash and valuable artifacts
gestures for Hoffman to come closer Take a look, Hoffman. This is what happens when you show respect to the boss.
slams his hand on a pile of cash Now, Hoffman, tell me. How much did you bring me tonight? Don't disappoint me.
Don Vittorio's expression hardens with anger. He grabs Hoffman by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
struggles Don Vittorio, you're gonna kill me!
tightens his grip on Hoffman's neck, his voice filled with rage You think $2500 is a sufficient amount? You've disappointed me, Hoffman.