American Violence Page #3
staring at more money than
my mama made in a year.
- $16,400.
Go ahead, take your half.
- Half?
- Yeah, we're partners.
Take half, that's what partners
do, right down the middle.
Come on, take it,
take it, take it.
So long as you follow
the rules, we're golden.
Number one rule.
You gotta stay innocuous.
Don't let them see you coming.
You know the cops in robbery,
they're looking for the a**hole
who's walking down the street
with a shiny new rolex
the day after a big heist.
And once you're
pegged, you're pegged.
I mean, kid you
could buy yourself
a new pair of shoes
once in a while,
but you go walking down
Broadway in a silk Italian suit?
You'll be in a line-up
for the rest of your life.
We on the same train here, kid?
- Yeah.
I'd say that train
left the station.
- You gotta stop
drinking coffee.
Open that up.
It's gonna put a
hole in your stomach.
It's the worst thing
for you, coffee.
It's bad for your nerves.
This'll make it a little better,
but you really should stop that.
I'm your friend, you
know what I mean?
You got a big future.
Here's to crime.
Who says crime doesn't pay?
Salud.
- I was a student,
Marty the teacher.
After our third job together,
Marty put me to the test.
Find a mark of my own.
So I checked out a
few local dentists.
Hey doc, I don't have
an insurance card,
do you give discounts for cash?
- 'Fraid not.
Insurance and cards only.
Open wide, seems like
you've got a bad cavity.
- By the third dentist,
my gums were so swollen
that my teeth felt like
they were ready to fall out.
But, I had the cleanest
mouth in the city.
- I can't believe
you'd be so stupid.
How many times can you get
your teeth cleaned in one day?
Here we are.
Dentists.
- Good afternoon,
thank you for calling
sunshine dental.
- Hello, do you offer
senior and cash discounts?
Oh, yes sir, we do.
- Oh, you do.
You do offer discounts for cash.
Too right, we do.
- Well that's fantastic.
Thank you very much.
- Well
would you care to make an...
- what's the moral
of your story, kid?
Let your fingers do the walking
through the yellow pages.
- What's this?
- That is a Christmas present.
- So it's one of those,
too good to be
true type of deals.
- We don't know what's
in the f***ing safe
until we open it, right?
Come on.
I can't sit here.
I hate that couch, you know
- Why didn't you tell me
that before I sat on it?
- Leo frank, attorney at law.
The tip game from an
old friend of Martin's
needed a stake when he got out.
Martin agreed to put
away 20% for him.
- Right on time.
Alright, we gain access
through the maintenance door
on the side of the building.
Let's go.
- Where's the safe?
- There it is, behind the bar.
Just like he said.
- Now why would you go
through all the trouble
with a safe like that if
you're not gonna wire it?
- You don't hardwire
something that doesn't exist.
- You sure about this, old man?
- Sh*t.
- What?
- Battery's dead.
- Are you kidding me?
- Do you have any extras?
- There's one in the
flashlights, will those work?
- No, this takes AAA.
- Get out of here with
that, it's disgusting.
- Hold on.
- You don't know
where that's been.
Have you no decency?
Just watch the door.
- Wrap it up, Marty.
- Okay, okay, alright.
Yes.
- Did you know that
motion for discovery
means the prosecutor
and the defendant
must exchange all
evidence and information
pertinent to a case?
- $660,000, divided
by two, minus 20%,
is a great night's work, man.
F***.
What?
What?
- I don't know,
Marty, it's just.
I know when something
is too good to be true.
- What's your point?
- My point is that there's not
with this kinda cash in it
that aren't for
something special.
- What's the matter with you?
Are you mental? Come on.
- I'm serious.
Marty, I will take the
money back for you,
tonight, if you want.
- Kid, what're
you talking about?
We can't put it back.
- We take the money, and buy a
condo on the beach somewhere,
play shuffleboard
with the old ladies.
Just, get outta town.
- Okay, okay, I'll
make you a deal.
Give me one week to
tie up some loose ends.
And then I've got
this friend in Texas,
I was gonna
introduce you to him.
But we'll take the
money, we'll leave town.
One week.
It's all I ask.
Okay?
- Robert?
Mr. belmont?
- Yeah.
- This is captain William
Wilder, robbery division.
- The point is this, Micky?
I got plenty of cops on payroll,
i don't need another one.
- The captain's got a
business proposal for you.
- Look, Mr. belmont.
My wife wants an
entirely new kitchen.
My sons want an entertainment
room in the basement.
And I want my own bathroom
so I don't have to look
at my wife's sh*t
hanging on the shower.
- Do I look like an
interior decorator to you?
- No.
- Then why do I give a
f*** about your wife's sh*t
handing in the bathroom?
- Information.
- Bob, hear him out.
- You gonna pay for these
things I want, Mr. belmont.
Plus a little bonus in exchange
for the man who
robbed your safe.
- You oughtta be very
careful, Mr. police captain,
or you might find yourself
missing in your own precinct.
- Robert.
- Yeah.
- The man is an
old school thief.
The kind that has
steel for balls.
Second story guy.
Leo comes to me after
your safe was robbed
and I do a little
quiet poking around.
My contacts tell
me that he's living
in a basement of a
department store.
You wanna know the address?
- What kinda kitchen
does your wife like?
- Where's my money, tough guy?
- I don't know.
I swear I don't know.
Jesus.
- Search the place.
You're a stubborn
son of a b*tch.
- The catalyst that
launched you into hell.
- Hell might be a bit extreme.
- Well what would you call it?
Purgatory?
- Anticipation.
You know, that intense
feeling you get
right before you
jump into something
that you know will
change your life forever.
I guess purgatory's as
good a word as anyway.
Put your hands on
the steering wheel.
Handcuff yourself to
the steering wheel.
Pull forward.
You're gonna tell me who
murdered Martin bigg.
I need a name.
- I can't.
- I need a name.
- I can't, he'll kill me.
- What about me?
I will kill you right
here, right now,
unless you give
me a f***ing name.
- Robert belmont.
Let go.
He's the key.
- Robert belmont.
Big time loan shark
and business man.
He wasn't hard to track down.
I started moonlighting
as a chauffeur,
driving the son of a b*tch.
Learned his routine.
I even picked him up from
his mistress's place.
I always had a drink
waiting for him.
And then one night, I slipped
in a little something extra.
There he is.
Morning, sunshine.
I was worried I put a little
too much in your drink.
- Untie me, you piss ant f***.
- There's no need to be rude.
- Okay, alright.
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