Oh yeah, baby... Hello, Poe. What the fuck? You miss me? Oh Christ, not again! It looks...

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]