Again.

Randal Poe:

[Lying face down on a massage table thinking the masseuse is still massaging him, not knowing that Chance is]
Oh yeah, baby... Chance Boudreaux:
Hello, Poe. Randal Poe:
[making a startled rise from the table]
What the fuck? Chance Boudreaux:
[slamming Poe's face down into the head rest]
You miss me? Randal Poe:
Oh Christ, not again! Chance Boudreaux:
It looks like you're short an ear, so you better listen very carefully. Now, who sent those apes after me? Randal Poe:
[squirming in pain]
I don't know what you're talking about! Chance Boudreaux:
[pushes Poe's head harder into the head rest]
Two million people in this city, who's gonna miss a fat slob like you, Poe? Randal Poe:
Van Cleef! His name is Van Cleef! Chance Boudreaux:
Good boy. Where is he? Randal Poe:
I dont know where he lives, he ain't even American! Look he'll kill me if I don't do what he says, please... Chance Boudreaux:
[pushes Poe's head further into the head rest]
You tell your boyfriend Van Cleef that I'm going to find out who killed Douglas Binder. If you understand me, just grunt. [Poe grunts hesitantly] Chance Boudreaux:
Again. [Poe grunts again, louder this time]