So where's the girl, Frenchie? Since you're the psycho chick whisperer all of a sudden.
Maybe subway. Maybe she wants to find a train, no?
Oh, yeah? How deep up your ass did you pull that out?
Well, it depends. How deep does your tongue go?
Listen, you lost her, man. We had orders, we're supposed to follow them. We're professionals and we count on each other, but you're on some fucking Bohemian flaky drug shit. Even Hughie–who's a fucking white Urkel–is more professional than you.
I understand it's hard for someone who's anally OCD to understand.
Okay, then help me understand, Frenchie. What happened the night that Mallory had you tail Lamplighter?
Oh, that's enough!
Mallory was our boss, man. We had orders. And you were supposed to follow him. You were supposed to follow Lamplighter, tail him, but you let him go!
I didn't know.
And Lamplighter goes and torches Mallory's grandkids!
I didn't know!
It doesn't matter! You didn't follow orders and it cost some lives!
[Frenchie punches M.M. in the face, causing a brief scuffle. Butcher quickly intervenes.]
Hey! Hey, knock it off! Knock if off!
You know what? Fuck this, Butcher. And fuck you! I'm done!
M.M., wait!
You said this time would be different. [gestures to Frenchie] But this motherfucker's still here doing the same old shit! And we're all gonna fucking end up like Mallory!
Yeah, fuck off. [throws his fist in the air as M.M. walks off]
Fuck this.
Oi, both of you! M.M!
What?
What's Sporty Spice up to?
Who?!
Sporty fuckin' Spice. What is she up to?
[pause; walks back up to Butcher] I don't know.
Exactly. [to Frenchie] How 'bout Posh? You know what she's doin'?
I don't understand.
Makin' clothes for anorexics, alright? Not exactly a growth market. And Baby? You know what she's doin'? Fuck all. Not even page six of the Daily Mail. And Scary Spice? Up to her eyeballs in lawsuits and sex tapes. Ginger, on the other hand, has released three albums: Passion, Schizophrenic, and Scream If You Want To Go Faster. They'll all make your ears bleed. You see, when they're apart, they're absolute fuckin' rubbish. But you put 'em together… They're the goddamn fuckin' Spice Girls.
How do you know so much about the Spice Girls?
Look, the point… is that we're all shite by ourselves. We need each other. We need each other, or we're fuckin' dead in the water. Now, you guys can beat the livin' fuckin' shit out of each other. I really don't care. It ain't gonna change the past. [takes gas canister from Frenchie] What d'you say we go find that dirty little bitch, gas her arse, and get the fuck outta here?
[Frenchie and M.M. exchange confused looks with each other as Butcher walks away]
Jesus, he gives the worst pep talks.
He really, really does.
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