[Brick-Top's men have Turkish pinned on the floor. Errol raises a sword to strike, then Tommy appears with his dud pistol]
Tommy: Turkish, get your arse up. Any of you lot follow me, and I'll fucking shoot you.
Errol: Calm down son, behave yourself.
Tommy: I'm the one who's got the gun, son. It's you who I think ought to calm down.
[Errol takes a step forward. Tommy cocks the gun and sticks it right in his face]
Tommy: Go ahead. You want to see if I've got the minerals?
[Brick-Top's men don't move as Tommy backs out of the slot parlor, then runs after Turkish]