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What the fuck'd I tell ya? Huh? As soon as the word got out the fix was in, man, the odds went through the roof. I know. I know. Unbelievable. Hey, fuck him, Scotty. If he was a better boxer, he'd still be alive. If he never laced up his gloves, which he never shoulda done in the first fuckin' place, he'd still be alive. [ Hawks, Spits ] Yeah, well, who gives a fuck? It's over now. Yeah, well, enough about the poor, unfortunate Mr. Floyd. Let's talk about the rich and prosperous Mr. Butch. How many bookies did you lay it around on? All eight? How long to collect?
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- What you got? - He booked. - His trainer? - Says he don't know nothin'. I believe him. - I think Butch surprised his ass same as us. - No, we don't wanna "think." We wanna know. Take him to the kennel, sic the dogs on his ass. We'll find out for goddamn sure what he knows and what he don't. Butch's search- How do you want it done? I'm prepared to scour the Earth for that motherfucker. If Butch goes to lndochina, I want a nigger hiding in a bowl of rice... ready to pop a cap in his ass. I will take care of it.
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