Innocent Blood Page #2

THE DAMN PRESS IS HERE!

HE WAS A FRIEND.

A FRIEND?

HE STOOD UP FOR ME.

WITHOUT TONY, I'D BE IN

A LOT OF TROUBLE.

YOU'RE NO IN TROUBLE, GENNARO.

YOU'RE GONE.

IT'S OVER.

WHAT?

I'M PUTTING YOU

INTO PROTECTION.

MORALES!

YOU'RE KIDDING ME.

MM-MM. YOU'VE BEEN

UNDER TOO LONG.

LOOK, SINCLAIR--

NO. NO.

SAVE IT, GENNARO,

BECAUSE I'M NOT LISTENING

TO YOU THIS TIME.

YOU ARE A DANGER

TO THIS INVESTIGATION

AND TO YOURSELF.

I'M IN

TOTAL CONTROL.

OH? COMING HERE?

THAT COWBOY STUN LAST NIGHT WITH THE VAN?

THIS A**HOLE

WAS TOO DAMN CLOSE.

THAT'S BULLSHIT!

I WAS DOING MY JOB!

JUST GET HIM:

OUT OF HERE!

YOU CANNO PULL ME OUT NOW.

IT'S ABSOLUTELY

THE WRONG F***ING TIME.

MACELLI WILL ASK ME

TO MAKE A HIT.

I'M GOING TO TAPE I AND NAIL THE F***ER.

I'VE LIVED WITH THEM

FOR THREE YEARS--

EATING, DRINKING,

STEALING.

YOU'VE BEEN SITTING

BEHIND A DESK.

YOU COME HERE AND SAY,

"THAT'S IT. IT'S OVER."

IT'S ALL I F***ING GOT.

ALL RIGHT. WE GO YOUR TESTIMONY, YOUR TAPES.

YOU'LL GET US

MACELLI, HUH?

COME ON.

MISS SINCLAIR!

HI, GUYS.

THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME

MY FOOD MADE THE FRONT PAGE.

HEY.

THANK YOU.

THAT F***ING PIG.

I KNEW HE WASN'T RIGHT.

SALLIE,

OUR PROBLEM IS--

THE PROBLEM IS,

FIND JOEY GENNARO.

PUT TWO BEHIND:

HIS F***ING EAR.

DON'T SAY THAT IN FRON OF YOUR ATTORNEY.

SINCLAIR WILL COME DOWN

ON YOU WITH THE RICO AC AND FREEZE

YOUR ASSETS.

YOU'RE AFRAID

YOU WON'T GET PAID?

THAT'S THE LEAS OF MY WORRIES.

I'M SAYING

MAKE ARRANGEMENTS.

YEAH. YEAH. YEAH.

WHAT IF I GO:

RIGHT HERE?

MAKE ARRANGEMENTS,

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!

MAKE ARRANGEMENTS!

YOU PUTZ.

WHO'S THIS?

LITTLE GIRL GOT LOST.

I FIGURED:

I'D TAKE HER HOME.

I GOT MY ASS:

ON THE GRILL,

AND YOU CAN'T GE YOUR MIND OFF P*SSY.

JACKO, AIN'T THAT THE PRICK

FROM THE PAPERS?

[CAMERA CLICKING]

YEAH.

PUNCH HIS F***ING

LIGHTS OUT.

[TIRES SCREECH]

HA HA HA!

YOU DRESS LIKE A PIMP

AND TALK LIKE A GOON.

WHAT MAKES YOU NEWS?

EXCUSE ME?

SHE'S FROM OUT OF TOWN.

MUST BE FROM MARS

TO TALK LIKE THAT.

NOBODY CALLS ME PIMP.

NOBODY CALLS ME GOON.

SINCE I'M 16,

WHAT PEOPLE CALL ME

IS SALLIE THE SHARK,

AND I PICK MY TEETH

WITH GIRLS LIKE YOU.

SAL.

YOU'RE THE DUMBES B*TCH I EVER MET,

BUT YOU GOT BALLS.

WANT A RIDE?

YOU GOT ONE.

I SHOULD HAVE WALKED AWAY,

BUT HE ANNOYED ME.

THANKS, CARMINE.

YOU'RE WONDERFUL.

MAYBE I GOT TO:

APOLOGIZE.

MY WORLD'S GOING TO SHI AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT.

PUTS ME IN A MOOD.

CALL ME SAL.

WHAT DO I CALL YOU?

MARIE.

OUI,MARIE...

LET'S MAKE UP OVER

A LITTLE LATE SUPPER.

I'D LOVE A LITTLE

LATE SUPPER,

BUT IT LOOKS LIKE

WE'RE NOT EXACTLY

ALONE.

TELL ME ABOUT IT.

MY GUYS, THE FEDS,

REPORTERS.

PROBABLY SOME BASTARDS

WANT TO PUT LEAD IN MY HEAD.

LENNY, LOSE THEM.

THE HIDEAWAY.

LOSING THEM, SAL.

OK, STAY ON YOUR TOES.

TAKE ME ABOUT AN HOUR.

RIGHT, SAL.

WHERE'S THE BAG?

RIGHT HERE.

OH.

HEY, COME ON.

ALL RIGHT.

COME ON.

[MUSIC PLAYS]

Sinatra:

I'VE GOT YOU

UNDER MY SKIN:

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I'VE GOT YOU

IT'S YOU.

I COULD DO WITHOU THE BARS ON THE WINDOWS,

BUT WHAT ARE YOU

GOING TO DO?

THE CITY--IT'S

A F***ING ZOO, RIGHT?

I'VE GOT YOU

UNDER MY SKIN:

I WAS GOING TO:

EAT THIS:

WITH A COLLEAGUE

FROM SQUIRREL HILL.

BOY, IS HE

GOING TO BE PISSED.

PREPARE YOURSELF

FOR A LITTLE BIT OF HEAVEN.

[GASPS]

NONE FOR ME, THANKS.

HEY,MANGIA, MANGIA.

YOU'RE A GOOD-LOOKING BROAD,

BUT A LITTLE:

MEAT ON THE BONES

NEVER GOES OUT OF STYLE.

MUSSELS AND GARLIC

FROM MUNAFO'S,

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.

COME ON.

I--I DO NOT EAT FISH.

YOU'RE A VEGETARIAN?

HA HA!

WELL, THIS IS MUSSELS.

THEY'RE VEGETABLES...

MORE OR LESS.

HA HA HA!

UH!

I'VE GOT TO...

HEY, THE BATHROOM

IS OVER THERE.

THIS WAS A MISTAKE.

UH!

OH...

EH...

BABY...

ANYTHING I CAN DO?

COME ON, BABY.

RELAX, HMM?

YOU WANT TO LAY DOWN?

UH...

GARLIC...

GARLIC:

IS HARD FOR ME.

YOU AIN'T ITALIAN,

THAT'S FOR SURE.

HEH HEH!

THIS LIGHT...

MY EYES:

ARE SENSITIVE.

SENSITIVE.

IS EVERYTHING:

ON YOU SENSITIVE?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

HEY!

DON'T PLAY

MARY VIRGIN WITH ME.

I LOOK IN YOUR EYES.

YOU'VE BEEN DOWN

SOME DARK ALLEYS.

YEAH. HEH HEH.

COME ON, B*TCH!

TAKE A RIDE, HUH?

MMM.

MMM. MMM.

MMM.

OH, YEAH, BABY.

OH, YEAH, COME ON.

YEAH. OH, YEAH.

OH, YEAH. GIVE IT.

OH, YEAH, GIVE IT.

GRRR!

AAH!

GRRR!

AH!

SAL!

OH, GOD!

[GAGGING]

I KNOW I'M A FREAK

TO YOU GUYS--

HALF A CROOK,

HALF A COP.

MY WIFE:

THOUGHT THAT, TOO.

SHE LEFT YOU,

DIDN'T SHE?

YOU'D LEAVE ME, TOO,

IF YOU COULD.

SHH!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC

PLAYS]

AAH!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

SHH!

UH! AH!

PIZZA MAN.

[RING]

YEAH.

...MYSELF.

I STAND AT ATTENTION!

NAME, DAN QUAYLE.

RANK--

O.K. THANKS.

[CLICK]

LOOK, WHEN

THINGS COOL DOWN,

YOU CAN STAR ALL OVER.

THIS SHI WON'T COOL DOWN.

THESE GUYS WILL WAN MY HEAD FOREVER.

WHO DIED?

MACELLI.

HE TOOK A HI ON THE NORTH SIDE.

SH*T.

YOU MADE HIM:

LOOK SO BAD,

HIS PEOPLE TOOK HIM OUT.

IT'S JUSTICE.

NO,

THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE.

YOU STILL GOT PLENTY

OF CASES AGAINST HIS CREW.

BIG CASES.

SH*T!

EXCUSE ME.

I HAD YOU NAILED,

YOU SON OF A B*TCH.

WHERE'S THE BLOOD?

PARDON?

THE CAROTID ARTERY

WAS CUT, RIGHT?

THERE SHOULD BE BLOOD

FROM WALL TO WALL.

WELL, WHA DO YOU THINK?

MY THINKING IS:

THE LESS I SAY,

THE SAFER MY PENSION.

YOU FOUND SOMETHING

UNDER HIS NAILS, RIGHT?

HAIR? FLESH?

TRACES OF MAKEUP?

PERP WAS A FEMALE.

HMM.

WHAT?

HIS TEMPERATURE:

SHOULD BE DROPPING.

YEAH?

IT'S GOING UP.

POOR SALLIE.

HE WASN' SUCH A BAD GUY.

WHO WAS SHE, LENNY?

WHO WAS SHE?

YOUR MOTHER!

COME ON. LET'S GO.

COME ON!

YOU'RE DEAD.

YOU'RE ALREADY DEAD!

YOU'RE

A F***ING WHORE!

BREAK IT UP!

JESUS!

SORRY YOU LOS A CLIENT, BERGMAN.

THERE'S PLENTY

MORE SCUM.

COMPARED TO YOU,

MY CLIENTS ARE:

PARAGONS OF HONOR!

GET OFF ME.

GET OFF OF ME!

[SPITS]

TAPE IT OVER:

TO THE WEST WALL.

Man:

WATCH YOUR BACK!

[SIRENS]

WATCH YOUR BACK,

PLEASE.

COMING THROUGH HERE.

LET US THROUGH.

SH*T!

[RUSTLING]

GRRR!

AAH!

[TIRES SQUEALING]

UH!

[PANTING]

GRRR!

[PANTING]

GRRR!

GRRR!

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BARKING]

HEY!

THAT'S MY DOG.

OH.

[BARKING]

THANKS.

[BARKING]

AAH!

AAH!

AH! AH!

[GLASS BREAKS]

YOU ARE UNDER ARREST.

[DISTORTED VOICE]

STAY AWAY FROM ME

OR I'LL KILL YOU!

GOD...

JUST WHEN I THOUGH I UNDERSTOOD SOME SH*T.

[GRRR]

THIS HIM?

THE BIG GUY HIMSELF?

YUP. HE DON'T LOOK

SO BIG NOW, THOUGH.

JUST ANOTHER HEFTY BAG

ENCHILADA, LIKE THE REST.

O.K. YOU CAN

TAKE HIM UP.

SEE YA.

[DOOR OPENS]

[BELCH]

PARDON YOU.

NO, THAT WASN'T ME.

IT WAS--

IT WAS HIM.

IT'S JUST GAS,

FELLA.

COME ON. 1...

2...3.

SOME NIGHTS THERE'S

SO MUCH BELCHING IN HERE,

IT'S LIKE BEING

IN A BALL PARK.

I'LL SEE YOU LATER.

[CLICK CLICK]

UH!

WHAT THE HELL:

HOSPITAL IS THIS?

THIS ISN'T A HOSPITAL.

UGH!

YEEAAH!

YAAH!

GRRR! YAAAH!

UGH!

WELL, STOP HIM!

YOUSTOP HIM.

UH! UH!

OH!

I WANT A LINE OUT.

I WANT MY LAWYER!

HEY, LOOK.

WHY DON'T YOU

JUST LIE DOWN--

YAAH!

COME ON, FOLKS.

STEP ASIDE, PLEASE.

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