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: Stitch this mutt up, Phil. Phil
: Any Polaroids or trophies? Carter
: No, not this time.
: Do you understand your value to the organization, Resnick?
: You're a sadist. You lack compunction. That comes in handy.
: Who makes the decisions? Carter
: Well, a committee would make the decision in this case... Porter
: One man... you go high enough you always come to one man... who?
: I don't want Mr. Bronson hearing about this... he'll think I'm getting soft. One of his principles has always been: if you don't understand it, get rid of it... a stitch in time, so to speak, so... stitch this mutt up, Phil.
: There's an old expression that's served me well: "Do not shit where you eat."
[Porter has just shot Carter
: You just don't get it, do you, you dumb... fuck.
: There are three ways we can handle this. One: we can help you. Two: We can allow you to help yourself. And Three: We can have you replaced... We have an investment in you Resnick, of time, money and training. So assisting you would be, in a way, protecting our investment. And THAT is always good business policy.
: The Outfit is not unreasonable, Porter... but no corporation in the world would agree to what you're asking.
[as soon as Porter enters Carter's office, he knocks out his two bodyguards, and takes one of their guns
: Bravo. Sit down.
: My compliments. They were two of my best. Porter
: No, they weren't. They lull too easily.
: There's something you want from me. Porter
: Val Resnick gave you a hundred and thirty thousand dollars... Carter
: He paid us. It was a debt. Porter
: Seventy thousand dollars of it is mine, and I want it back. Carter
: I'm sorry. Resnick told me, but I seem to have misplaced your name. Porter
: Porter. Carter
: Porter, right. I won't forget it again.