Bradford Miles - Gangstar New Orleans - Voices (Mobile) Edit

All right, all right, Calm down. Let me call him.

Already told Ellen he's waiting on you?

Back to where you started running. In the gutter.

Been years since anyone called me that.

But with the master tapes destroyed, the value of their vinyls about to get higher than Allison Cat on a Thursday night.

Couple of lowlives are about to sell a recently stolen item of particular interest to me.

Don't you think you can mess with me? Your face. I knew your face.

Fingers is holed up on his island. You bring him to me and I'm yours.

Good stuff. In a few months we can put those records up for online auction and rake in the GDP of a small island nation and hipster money.

He says he's here at planes taking off.

He wanted to play the devil's horn. When it's time for blue fingers to pay the devil his due.

I'll keep you updated if I hear anything new.

It's Miguel, says Ohh. They're locked up in the back of the tour van. Some cat who says he's working for Ronnie is driving.

Let's make sure we profit from that.

Many thanks fellas. If this package is what I think it is, you'll be hearing from me again until then.

Nice work for closing on Blue Finger Studios.

No dice.

Not just a trumpet. He was jealous of how good I was getting. He took my hand. My music, a piece of my soul.

That package you retrieved is exactly what I thought it was, which means I need you and a lend to scorch some earth. I'll make it worth your while.

That's them. Right now it's.

We were tight. And now? He had the trumpet the whole time.

You don't get it and then you just. Fingers and eyes were the best side men this city had ever seen.

You're the son of a bitch who broke my hand over a game of pool. If you're working with Ronnie.

You've done a lot for me and I'm ready to join your crew. But first one last code.