Johnny Roast Beef… what can I tell ya? He was a good kid, funny guy, always had a sandwich in his hand. But he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t follow a simple order. I said, don’t buy anything flashy after the score. What does Johnny do? Shows up in a brand-new Cadillac pinker than the meat in his sandwich with his name written all over it. That’s not roast beef, that’s suicide.

I liked him, sure. We all did. But in this life, you slip up like that, you don’t just embarrass yourself - you put everybody at risk. And in our business, that kind of mistake doesn’t get a second chance. Johnny Roast Beef ended up like his name - sliced thin and gone before you knew it.