Heaven's Prisoners Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 132 min
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sit me... sit with me
just for a minute.
- Where's Jerry at?
- He's upstairs in the office.
God damn!
- Jesus Christ!
- Tell me... how much you make...
for dropping that dime
on Robin and me?
What? I didn't get nothing!
What the f*** you talking about?
Stay down, Jerry. You look
real good with the carpet.
You're a f***ing psycho.
A guy with the initials
E.L.K. came to see me.
You know who that might be?
He's a f***ing hit man.
He'll kill me.
He gonna have to get in line,
partner.
Eddie Keats!
That must be who they sent.
Who's they?
Look, everybody does it.
You hear something
about Bubba Rocque...
or one of his people
talking about him...
or somebody
getting out of line...
you call up his club about it,
you get a hundred bucks.
It don't even have
to be important.
I'm going to have a little talk
with Bubba Rocque, brother.
If I were you,
I'd find another zip code.
- Dave Robicheaux.
- Hey, Bubba.
I got your dreamsicle,
hangin' down low.
What's that bull...
what is that bullshit?
Hitting me in the head
without a mouthpiece?
You lucky, man. You are lucky.
What are you drinking, Dave?
Nothing for me right now,
thanks.
That's right. I heard you were
fighting the hooch for a while.
- You winning?
- Yeah.
Good for you. I got some tea.
Here. Use the coaster for me,
all right?
Clarence.
Mm-hmm! Beautiful.
Thank you, Clarence.
Hey, Bubba,
I got a little problem...
to help me out with.
Name it.
came to see me.
They left me with a couple
of stitches in my head.
Bartender at Smiling Jack's
said he sicked them on me...
by calling one of your clubs.
They also hurt
a friend of mine...
and I wanted to take care of it.
- Is that why you're here?
- Yeah.
What's the name of this
motor-mouth at Smiling Jack's?
I already had a talk with him.
Look, Dave, I know Eddie Keats.
He does not work for me.
And from what I hear...
he don't put stitches in
people's heads, he smokes them.
And this boy Toot,
he's some kind of psycho Zulu...
likes to torture people,
take pictures of it.
Forget these clowns. Good
for nothing. Eat some shrimp.
I hear Johnny Dartez
was working for the feds.
Did I make you nervous?
Hey, Dave, you and me,
we got history, right?
I mean, we go way back.
I know you.
Hell, you know me.
How do you think
I have this house...
and all the business I got?
'Cause I run scared
every time some no-dick...
like Minos Dautrieve
and the DEA...
with their thumb
up their ass...
selling that bullshit
they can never prove?
I don't know, Bubba.
I don't know what you think.
Maybe if a person
wants to find out...
you just got to keep f***ing
in the same direction.
You know something, partner?
That's a two-way street.
Is that right?
Dave Robicheaux.
I can see
in your baby-blue eyes...
you would just love to take me.
Please, Mr. Robicheaux, hit him.
Dave, you remember Claudette
from New lberia.
from back home sometimes.
A pleasure.
Well, I'll bet you remember
her mama... Patty Fontaneau.
I'll bet good cash money
you lost your cherry...
at one of her cribs
on Railroad Avenue.
Bubba, fix me a gin rickey.
Thermos in the icebox, baby.
I'd like one in a glass, please.
You know, Dave, this broad
can drink gin rickeys...
all day long and not get loaded.
I think she got a hollow heinie.
I don't think Dave
is used to our kind of talk.
He's married, too, isn't he?
Claudette, honey, come here.
Baby, I don't want to get
on your ass all the time...
but do you think it's possible
that you could put a coaster...
under this goddamn thermos
once in a while?
I got rings on the bar,
I got rings on the table.
I got rings all over
the motherfucking house.
And look... a stack of coasters.
Hey, I got to be running.
I'll see y'all later.
OK, Dave,
I'll make some phone calls.
I'll see if I can't find
this Eddie Keats.
In the meantime, anybody
gives you any problems...
Hey...
give me a hug.
Yeah.
- I'll see you later.
- Yeah.
I'll walk you out.
Eddie Keats owns a club
out on the Pearl Highway...
called the Jungle Room.
Did you like my butterfly?
I didn't notice it.
Sure, you did.
Stay here.
Can I help you?
Lovely little girl.
Go back inside, honey.
Tell your husband Victor Romero
stopped by to say hello.
- Hey, Sammy.
- What's up, pal?
Hey, how you doing there, kids?
Come here.
Come here, you little f***.
What do you think, my friend,
looking for a little taste?
- What do you think, Sammy?
- White, black, or yellow?
My good friend Robicheaux.
You miss me?
Goddamn!
You were gone a long time.
Did you take care
of everything?
that roughed me up.
Went over to his place,
had a chat with him.
What? What does that mean?
What's the matter?
- Who?
I don't know.
Some guy came by today.
- Somebody came here?
- Yeah.
Don't worry. I took care of it.
What... hey, hey, hey, hey.
Did the guy say what he wanted?
What he wanted
was to scare the sh*t...
out of me and Alafair,
and that's exactly what he did.
What did the guy look like?
He looked like
a big bad guy, Dave.
Jesus.
So, is this the way
it's going to be?
We can't have kids of our own...
and now I'm here with a child
pretending we have a family?
What the hell do you think
I'm doing all this for?
I'm out there
protecting that family.
Hey, Dave, bullshit.
You're not a cop anymore.
We gave all that up, remember?
What do you mean, we?
I had to live through it, too.
And I won't do it again, Dave.
I can't.
Well, what is that now?
Is that some kind of a threat?
Read it how you want.
What'll it be, Dave?
When a young man such as
yourself reaches out to me...
I take it serious, Bubba.
I invite you and your
lovely wife to New Orleans.
We talk...
work some things out.
I see an opportunity
to do some business.
You wanted to move
into New Orleans...
and I wanted a piece
of northern Louisiana.
I go home, tell my people...
has some juice.
The next thing I know...
you're blowing up airplanes
full of people.
Calling a lot of unnecessary
attention to your business.
So what I'm wondering now is...
did I make a mistake in
my previous assessment of you?
The guy on the plane...
Johnny Dartez...
was working for the feds.
And I didn't know Dartez was
running wetbacks on the side.
Fine. You turn him off...
but you do it
with a little discretion.
A little f***ing precision,
for Christ's sake.
I mean,
even Tony and Dom there...
when they blow out
a guy's candle...
they don't kill women
There is no problem,
Mr. Giancano.
I hear Dave Robicheaux
came to see you.
Dave and I grew up together.
He ain't gonna be a problem
unless we make him one.
I know Dave Robicheaux, too.
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