A Walk Among the Tombstones
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- You need some help, man.
- Oh, God.
I don't care.
You want to mess up your own sh*t.
But you're going to mess up mine, too.
I need to know you got my back.
Not that you're going to come falling
through the door behind me...
Don't worry your pretty
little spic head off.
Anyway. That was all I wanted to say.
Is that it?
F*** you.
Scudder.
Remember us?
Okay, get out. Both of you.
I told you last night that we...
Oh, my God!
Is everybody okay?
Get down!
Get behind me! Get down!
Move it!
- Stay low!
- Duck inside!
Hey, Matt.
It's me, Peter.
You know, Peter Kristo...
Oh, Peter. Hi.
Do I know you, Peter?
Yeah, I led a meeting a few weeks ago.
You know, I'm a painter,
got hooked on smack in art school...
Oh, yeah.
You're the guy did the
Jackson Pollock number
on the wall of the john
with the blood from your...
- Syringe.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, that was me.
- I enjoyed your story.
Oh! Thanks. Appreciate it.
Do you mind?
Sure, sit down.
Can't smoke in here, honey.
- Yeah.
- Something wrong, Peter?
It's my brother, you know?
He needs your help.
What kind of help?
you came out to Clinton Hill,
talked about it there with him.
Clinton Hill.
Yeah, he'll pay for your cab out
there and back, and your time.
Whether you take it or not.
Please, just hear what he got
to say, that's all I'm asking.
When does your brother
want to have this chat?
Well, you know. Right now.
That's what I was afraid
you were gonna say.
- Here you go, Matt.
- Thanks, Jenny.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
You're eating.
I'll come back.
Yeah, if you're...
Jenny, would you keep this warm
for me, please? I'll be back.
Half an hour, right there on the right.
That's it. Yeah,
it's a nice place, right?
All right, Mr. Matt. Go on up.
Kenny don't like me smoking
in the house, so...
Hey, Kenny.
Mr. Scudder. Come in.
Can I get you something to drink?
Not a "drink" drink, I know
you know Peter from AA,
but there's coffee made,
or I can offer you a soda.
I'm fine.
So you're a private detective,
is that right?
- Unlicensed.
- What's that mean?
It means that sometimes
I do favors for people,
and sometimes, in return,
they give me gifts.
Gifts. But you used
to be a cop, right?
Yeah, I was with the 6th Precinct
in the Village for a while.
And before that, I was
over here with the 75th.
So why'd you quit?
I didn't like the hours, Mr. Kristo.
Nah, the corruption got to you, huh?
Not really.
It would have been hard to
So, what can I do for you?
Well, this was really my brother's idea,
you know, bringing you out here.
You want, I can leave.
Someone's kidnapped my wife.
That's a federal matter.
They said not to call the cops.
Naturally they would.
When did this happen?
Yesterday.
You should be talking to the FBI.
- I'm talking to you.
- Look, Mr. Kristo...
- Kenny.
- Kenny.
If you're asking me to run
a bag, deliver money,
that is not something I do.
I already paid them.
When?
Last night.
How much?
$400,000.
And your wife? Where is she?
She's dead.
I paid them, but they killed her anyway.
I see.
- I'm sorry.
- I don't want you to be sorry.
I want you to find the men who
did this and bring them to me.
You say you paid them
the 400 the same day?
That's right.
You mind if I ask what kind
of business you're in, Kenny?
Construction.
What exactly do you construct?
Houses.
Oh.
Then I guess Peter's standing
outside right now because he what?
Doesn't like your building methods?
Peter's not supposed to
associate with people like me.
People in my profession.
Since when is drug dealing a profession?
I mean, that's the reason, isn't it?
I'm sitting here and not the cops?
You're a dealer.
Properly speaking, I'm more
of a trafficker than a dealer.
You understand the distinction.
I really don't give a sh*t
one way or the other.
But whoever it was took your wife
didn't just pick your name out of a hat.
They must have had some idea
you had that kind of cash on hand.
That's exactly what I
want you to find out.
Who did this?
Now there's $20,000.
Consider it my gift to you.
There's 20 more, you find
So that you can kill them.
I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Woulda been nice, you told
me what your brother was.
Yeah, you wouldn'ta come.
That's right. I wouldn't have.
Just wasn't as much fun after that.
Well, I guess I'm just a...
Anyway, I'm eight years sober.
And I... Well...
That's all. Thanks.
Howie.
Hurt yourself?
Found it out back by the dumpster.
Mrs. Dolgren in 202
left it there when Mr. D
stroked out last week.
Any messages?
I never told you her name.
I don't want you to think that I'm cruel
or don't care.
I just can't say it.
What happened?
Hey
Hello?
Carrie Anne, what's your game now?
Hello?
She never came home, right?
Excuse me?
We've got your wife, fucko.
Carrie?
Carrie?
Baby, you up there?
What is it you want?
We want to help you get your wife back.
If you want her back, that is.
Of course I want her back.
Good. Then stay by the phone,
don't call the police,
and we'll be in touch. Very soon.
It was maybe 10 minutes
before they called again.
How much does your
wife weigh, Mr. Kristo?
110, 120?
Somewhere in that neighborhood?
Something like 50 kilograms,
you might say?
Now 50 keys, at 20 a key,
run the numbers for me.
Comes out to a million, doesn't it?
What's your point?
My point?
My point is that you'd pay a million
for her if she were product.
If she was powder, Mr. Kristo.
Isn't she worth as much
to you in flesh and blood?
I can't pay what I don't have.
How much do you have?
Four hundred.
Five.
I'm not haggling. I gave you
It's 400.
Oh, well.
That's the best you can do.
Okay. Four hundred it is.
Before I give you anything, I want
to make sure my wife is all right.
Well, that's impossible.
I'm at a pay phone.
How do I even know you've
got her in the first place?
Are you familiar with her tits?
Excuse me?
They're quite nice. Would
you recognize one of them?
That would be the easiest way.
I could cut one off.
The one with the cute little mole on it.
And I'll leave it on your doorstep.
- Would that put your mind at rest?
- Jesus, don't say that.
All right, then let's not talk
any more about proof, okay?
Put the money in two hefty bags.
Go to the corner of
Columbia and Commerce
to the pay phone and wait for my call.
Hello.
Where's the money?
In the back seat.
Two bags, like you said.
Good. Now leave it.
Walk up Columbia to Richards Street.
And then what?
Wait on the corner for five minutes,
then walk back,
get in your car and go home.
Well, what about my wife?
She'll be in the car waiting for you.
Carrie?
F***.
And they run me around, then finally
they tell me she's at home, waiting for me.
I go home and she's not there either.
Carrie!
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