I should tell him that we should take the Gentlemen anyway, and that Moses and his brothers wouldn’t be able to do shit about it. Danny Dale is sick with cancer. It is only a matter of time before he goes down and his oldest son rises up. Then what? Then it is fucking on because I am certain that Moses Dale wants our heads just as much as we want his. Or maybe not. We don’t know. The Gentlemen are wild cards, but we are the dealers.
