Reciever: One moment please. Good evening may I help you? Frank Rizzo: Yeah, let me speak to Brett Weir! R: Uh, who's calling? FR: Is he in? R: Yeah, who's calling? FR: Look, jerky, I don't need to talk to you! R: You don't need to talk to me? FR: (angrily) Get Brett Weir I said! R: Hold on. (checks on the other line) He's upstairs reparing something, you want him to call you back? FR: Look this is the super across the way. R: Yeah. FR: And, uh, he is supposed to be taking business for me and I'm very angry at that little jerk. Alright, now I'm gonna break his fuckin' head. R: Well, what do you want me to to do? Stay in touch with you if you're aware... FR: Alright, he knows what the fuck i'm talking about and don't have me come down here for you either, tough guy! You tell him to see me! R: Super across the street? FR: You got it, punk! R: Okay, i'll tell him.