The Seventh Wave, Episode 34.
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MIAMI. A PHONE CALL. JIMMY TWO DINNERS AND THE ORPHAN. PART TWO. SPLIT SCREEN.
You want to talk about the second thing, Orphan?
You said there was two things. We covered business.
It ain’t pleasure. You called it pleasure. It ain’t a fucking pleasure.
Call it what you want, Orphan.
But it is personal. No woman walks out on me. No fucking ho walks out on Richard Huérfano, you understand me.
I hear you. She got under your skin pretty good.
Richard Huérfano, All-Star.
I mean, how dare she, right. A price must be paid.
Well said, Jimmy. A price must be paid.
We can find her. I can talk to some friends. Friends of the family, in a manner of speaking. How far can she run. In a manner of speaking.
There’s an issue, Jimmy. An issue has arisen.
I’m all ears.
It concerns Angela Santangelo.
The Holy Angel? Big Mama?
It’s what I’m telling you.
She’s good people, Angie. She’s a diamond. She’s one of a kind. On the other hand. Having said which. Be that as it may. I’m aware the two of you had a difficulty.
A falling out, Jimmy.
We didn’t see eye to eye.
You rubbed each other the wrong way.
We butted heads. We went nine rounds. I wanted her fucking head on a fucking stick.
Could be. Yeah. Could be fucking regrettably.
But that issue is in the past.
An issue has arisen. This is what I’m saying to you.
A new issue?
New, old, who fucking cares. An issue.