He's on his fuckin' back.They pick up his arm, he's dead. They tell him he won the...

He's on his fuckin' back.They pick up his arm, he's dead. They tell him he won the fight.People went crazy. That shit would've never happenedif Tommy was there taking care of it. He's gotta be with Tommy to fightin New York, to get a title shot. He's gonna wind upfuckin' punch—drunk, your brother. - —I know.- You know. You gotta make him understand it'sthe best thing for everybody involved. - —I said I know.- You know. But you gotta make him know.Tell him. Make him understand it. Jesus Christ, you know when to stop? When the fuck you gonna stopwith all that stuff? I told you, I understand everything. He just wants to do things for himself,that's all. Hard to understand? It's because he's got a headlike concrete. You make me laugh. You think it's easy?Why don't you talk to him? - You know what to say.- —you know I can't talk to him. - Why can't you talk to him?- 'Cause he don't like me. Nobody likes you.You ought to be used to that. They knew. They knew who was the boss