All right, gentlemen, this round is on the house.

Thank you, Bobby!

- Cousin Marv, thanks for the drink. - Thanks a lot.

In Brooklyn, money changes hands all night long.

And it's not the king of money you can deposit in a bank.

You handle the drop.

But all that money, it needs to end-up somewhere.

They call it: A drop bar.

You just hide the entire city's dirty money right in plain sight.

- All your money, in the bag. - Do you know what you're doing?

- Do you know whose money you're jacking here? - Feel the bag!

- You don't see anything? - Nah, you know, that's this neighborhood, right?

I heard that cousin Marv doesn't own the bar, that some hard guys do.

You're not a hard guy.

We had a crew, back in the day when we was young, but Marv, he thought he was a tough guy. Then, the neighborhood changed.

It wasn't enough to be though no more, you know, you had to be mean.

- Do you know this guy? - No.

Find my money.

"Find my money."

You need to see this, Marv.

No, I don't need to see what's in that bag.

Don't look at that.

- You still in the life? - No.

No, _______1______.

You ever go around the front of the bar, and take a look at the name that's on the sign?

That's my name, because I used to own it once.

__________2_________, it's over. It's been over for a while now.

I'm not this.

And I'm not them.

Where's your cousin Marv?

- Sit down. - No.

When I walked in to a place, people set up straight.

They'd noticed. I was respected. I was feared.

And that meant something!

Are you doing something desperate?

Are you doing something we can't clean up this time?

There's some sins that you commit that you cannot come back from.