Mafia





Jim:Hello?
Michael:Jim?
Jim:Michael?
Michael:Oh thank God.
Jim:How did you get this number? Michael, we're on a catamaran.
Michael:It wasn't easy. I had to tell the hotel it was a medical emergency. I chose massive coronary, cause you told me that your Dad had a bad heart. Listen man, I, I got a problem, I think I'm in trouble with the mob. Or a major insurance carrier.
Jim:That sounds bad.
Michael:Yeah, I know and you usually can get out of stuff like this, so I'm turning to you my friend.
Jim:I'm gonna help you through it all right?
Michael:Okay!
Jim:All you're gonna need to [faking a bad connection] and- it- and then go to--
Michael:Jim? Are you?
Jim:And then you'll be saved.
Michael:What? Wait, I didn't hear a thing you just said.
Jim:Just [drops] and then you'll be saved.
Michael:No! God! I missed, I missed the important part again!
Jim:A- ah--
Michael:No! Oh my God!
Jim:And you'll be saved.
Michael:No, Jim please, repeat what you're saying! I can't understand you!
Jim:I [drops out] at the Bermuda Triangle. An- M- please don't call again.
Michael:Jim?!? [dial tone] Oh my God.