[int. Robert Kraft's office]

Bob: Oh boy, that was some wicked good chowdah!

[door flies open]


Bill: Hey shitstain we need to talk, so quit licking that fucking bowl and listen up.

Bob: Hi Bill, I take it you’re still steamed about that Super Bowl?

Bill: Shut up you dumb fruit, we have more important things to worry about than a game.

Bob: What could be more important than the Super Bowl?

Bill: You know god damn well that I’m talking about out little “weekend research project“.

Bob: I’m sorry Bill, but I’m afraid I’m not sure what you are referring to. If you’ve gone and done something to get yourself into trouble then I am sorry, but I have nothing to do with any of that business.

Bill: Like hell you don’t, you froggy throated nancy boy! Don’t forget, those are your signatures on the checks made out to Walsh and Beeks.

Bob: Hey, you hired the guys. I’m the happy-go-lucky executive, and you’re the evil genius at the controls. Just ask the media.

Bill: You son of a bitch, you can’t set me up to take the fall. I’d sooner lose with dignity than to go down alone.

Bob: Don’t worry Bill, it doesn’t have to be that way.

Bill: So what do you suggest?

Bob: Well that all depends on how far you’re willing to go, my friend.

Bill: Are you talking about a bit of wetwork?

Bob: Well, we have to do whatever it takes to keep this thing from unraveling any further.

Bill: You know me Bob, I’ll strangle the life out of an orphan if he slows me down on the sidewalk.

Bob: Excellent, because I don’t need to tell you what happens if any of this comes back to Mother Russia.

[hidden door swings open]


Vlad: No, we certainly can’t have that. Eliminate the short one and the others will fall in place.

Bill and Bob: YES SIR!