Phone call to Radek, morning
Jimmy leaned back against the wall of the elevator and smiled as he listened to the rapis gabble of excuses from the chemist.
"No I unnerstand," he said. "Look, pal, it's not a problem. If the acid wasn't the right quality it wasn't the right quality. He can replace it free of charge and you can start over. Yeah - no, he won't rip you a new one. Jeez, anyone would think you were scared. Look," the elevator opened and Jimmy pushed himself off the wall and headed for the office, "here's the skinny. You can't make the stuff, we can't sell it, it becomes scarce and prices go up. See - good news. Yeah, I'm sure. No - no - yeah - fucking hell, Radek if you keep bending my ear like this I'M gonna come down there and do you a mischief. Shut up and fuck off. Yeah, same to you."
He finished the call with a sneer as he entered the office and dropped the phone into his pocket before taking a seat at the desk to go over last night's takings.