Mr. Landcaster loved money but more then anything he wanted a visa so he could get to America. The person he loved was in America. He wanted to get back to her. So he thought maybe he could get Gus to give him a visa.
"My friend," he said "We had a deal for Hazel but that's on ice."
Gus glared at him. He wouldn't let Hazel go."
"I'm sorry sergeant but I've changed the price. Give me a visa from your embassy. Once that is done you'll get the girl for free."
If Gus didn't have a way of coming out on top he would have given him the visa.
"CUT THE CRAP! THIS MONEY IS ALL YOU'RE GOING TO GET! I DON'T GIVE VISAS OUT. DO WE HAVE A DEAL OR NOT!"
He raised his gun.
"YOU TELL ME," he added.
"Okay, okay, the money... it will do," Mr. Landcaster said backing down, "Too bad, I had a car for you. I'll get my papers in another way. I'll make a rich man of some attache
Gus left.
"With little shits like him, you take the bucks and run. He gave me six weeks income, I'll be back to Frannie in one"