XMurdoch: We'll talk, you and me. But lose the goon.
Rafe: C'est raisonnable (that's fair).
Vern: But boss...
Rafe: Vern, shut the fuck up.
Murdoch: You know who I am.
Rafe: Oui. You the old man.
Murdoch: Then you know you don't want no war with me.
Rafe: ... it ain't that easy, you know? I took out Michel, that's made some antsy, an' if I start lookin' weak --
Murdoch: You don't want no war with me, boy.
Rafe: Nossir.
Murdoch: Okay then. You wanna toke?
Rafe: I wanna not die.
Murdoch: Bad line of work for that, frere.
Rafe: C'est raisonnable (that's fair).
Vern: But boss...
Rafe: Vern, shut the fuck up.
Murdoch: You know who I am.
Rafe: Oui. You the old man.
Murdoch: Then you know you don't want no war with me.
Rafe: ... it ain't that easy, you know? I took out Michel, that's made some antsy, an' if I start lookin' weak --
Murdoch: You don't want no war with me, boy.
Rafe: Nossir.
Murdoch: Okay then. You wanna toke?
Rafe: I wanna not die.
Murdoch: Bad line of work for that, frere.
When last we saw.... Murdoch - Rafe - Vern
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October 20, 2008
The position of têtê d'rue is traditionally obtained by knocking off one's predecessor, who is usually also one's boss. Of course, one then inherits a power structure of large, muscular, and somewhat resentful employees who've just seen a graphic example of upwards mobility. That's how traditions get made.
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