– Sir. – What? – There is a man for you. – Fine, let him in. And you here, just clean, you’ll finish later. Clean the foam away and apply the wax. Oh, what a pleasure. What brings you here? – Don’t mess with me, Sal! I’m here because your gang has got my man. – Aurelius, bring me our guest. Fine, let’s do business, shall we? Why shouldn’t I kill both of you right now? – We’ve got a thruce! A peace deal, I remind you. – You killed one of my men. – You one of mine. – There’s no proof. – We have a deal: each one decides the punishment of his own men. – But the other approves. Aurelius, bring us coffee. The way only you can make it. – Yes, sir. m e o w Will you have some cedrata in it, sir? – No, no. Celebrations shall follow the negotiation. – There is not going to be any negotiation! – Do you want to lose your best man without even trying? – What do you want, bald man? – Your Baldness, please. I want to control the port. – Absolutely no way. I can give you one mooring for your traffics, not one more. – Fifty percent will be fine. – And who are you?!? For the electric child’s sake! – I’m lovin’ it.