Kill the Irishman Page #3

Why am I here, John?

Well, we wanna talk about garbage.

You know, we wanna give you a hand.

Oh.

You decided we need a hand.

You know, Jack, you've been trying to get

the union off the ground for five years.

So you came here to tell us we're f***-ups,

that it, John?

Now why do you have to talk to me...

Why does he have to talk to me like that?

I came here to do you a favour

and you're breaking my balls.

What do you propose, John?

We bring Danny in the mix.

Didn't you talk to Shondor?

Shondor Birns says you been

doing a good job for him.

And that thing

with the Longshoreman Union,

you handled yourself real well.

Thank you.

A guy who keeps his mouth shut

is a stand-up guy.

What do you say?

(WHISPERING)

All right. You got my blessing.

Be prepared, huh?

These garbage hauliers are tough nuts.

(CHUCKLES)

Some of these guys... (EXHALES)

There's no talking to them, you know.

Believe me, we tried.

With all due respect, Jack,

that was you talking to them, not me.

Wait a minute.

When you speak to Mr Licavoli...

I guarantee you,

you're not gonna be disappointed, all right?

JOE:
The garbage hauling plan was Danny's

golden opportunity to get back in the game.

The only problem was he knew

next to nothing about garbage hauling.

So he found someone who did.

Former Golden Glove champion

of Cleveland, half-Lithuanian, half-Irish.

He'd been clearing out bars

down on the dock since the 10th grade.

Keith Ritson.

There's a million houses in Northern Ohio.

You know who collects the garbage?

Two hundred separate companies,

that's who.

It's chaos out there, no good to anybody.

It's going to be next to impossible

to organise these guys.

You got any new ideas?

We hold a recruitment drive.

I'll join! I'll join! I'll join!

What?

I know what you are.

Mrs O'Keefe.

Don't you start with me, you hear?

You got guys coming round here all hours

of the day or night doing God knows what.

You misunderstand.

Oh, I understand.

But I ain't afraid of you.

Now get the hell off my gate

before I stop being polite.

(HORN HONKING)

Hey, Danny. How are you, my friend?

- It's good to see you. How's everything?

- All good.

Be careful.

It could get a little hairy in here sometimes.

(CLATTERING)

(MIKE LAUGHING)

What'd I tell you, right?

It's like this every day.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

At first, I didn't want to have kids.

Babies, diapers... But sh*t happens.

My wife still looks pretty good, you know.

I got a hot salami. What can I say?

(BOTH ARGUING)

To what do I owe this privilege, my friend?

(SIGHS)

Jack Licavoli sent me.

I should have f***ing known.

Okay, cut to the chase. You know what?

F*** Licavoli. F*** Lips Moceri.

And all due respect, f*** you, too.

- Calm down, Mike.

- No, I ain't calming down.

I don't wanna join a union.

I don't give a f***

how many friends they got in New York.

I built this company from scratch,

up to my neck in sh*t every day!

And I didn't work my balls off

so somebody else can just f***ing walk in!

You tell those guys

they can't f***ing muscle me.

That's right.

I got all the muscle I need right here.

And that means you, too, Danny.

All I'm saying is it sets a precedent.

This here guy says no,

others will follow suit.

Are you friends with Frato, Danny?

Is that the problem?

More like acquaintances. But I like the guy.

Well, the fat f***, he was given a choice.

And now he's gotta deal

with the consequences.

(STUTTERS) Hang on a sec.

I think I got a say in this.

"A say in this"?

No, you don't, John.

This is my union.

Well, f*** you very much.

Wait a minute. Is there a problem here?

You know, 10 years ago, Scalish,

he divided up the unions.

Now you got yours, I got mine.

Let's not come down

with a sudden case of amnesia.

You know, we did all the work.

Wait, wait. I didn't get that, John.

What? What?

I said, we did all the work!

JACK:
You're trying to take over my action.

That's it, isn't it? You greedy, f***ing prick.

Come on, look. I'm not trying to take over

anything. I'm just saying...

JACK:
Oh, yeah, yeah.

I know what you're saying.

We're gonna have a sit-down

with Scalish over this, all right?

We're gonna take this up later.

Mike Frato is a dead man.

Now either you make it happen,

or Lips and Vic will.

(SIGHING)

(SIGHS)

Can you do this thing, Danny?

Frato's got 10 kids, John. Ten.

I don't care.

You gave him a reasonable option.

He crapped in your face.

You said you wanted to be in the bigs.

Sometimes you gotta do things

that you don't like.

You gotta make Frato go away.

Don't you disappoint me.

KEITH:
It's got a 50-yard radius lens.

It works on one of those garage doors

or on those TV changers.

And a transmitter.

Sends a command

from the remote to the receiver.

It's lights out, lads. It's f***ing lights out.

Good, Keith. Good.

So when?

Friday night.

(DANNY LAUGHING)

WOMAN:
I'll put you right through

to Agent Malloy, Mr Greene.

MALLOY:
Got something for you, Danny.

One of your guys was picked up

by the City P.D.

They're talking about making a deal.

Who?

Art Sneperger.

He was boosting a Mercedes

in Shaker Heights.

He said it was to pay down a gambling debt.

I don't believe it. Art doesn't gamble.

There's 10 blackjack dealers

in Youngstown who'll disagree.

Anyway, I just thought

I would keep you in the loop.

I wanted to talk to you about something...

(CAR APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

(CHUCKLES) Hey, what's going on?

Mike Frato tonight.

You said Friday.

Changed my mind.

But it's Halloween.

Were you going trick or treating, Art?

(STAMMERS)

What are you doing? Why isn't Keith...

Christ.

Danny, is everything all right?

Yeah. Why? Get going.

Maybe we could talk to him.

I mean, I've known the guy my whole life.

KEITH:
He'll rat us out, Danny. Do it.

(SIGHING)

I told you not to gamble, Art.

What's going on? I heard voices.

Go back to sleep.

JOAN:
Here's your paper.

(CAR TYRES SQUEALING)

You f***! You slimy mick f***!

You sent a guy to my house!

To my f***ing house!

- It's not how it looks, Mike!

- "It's not how it looks"?

You lying f***ing prick.

MIKEY:
You shot Mikey! Jesus Christ.

What the f***, Mikey?

What the f***?

Don't shoot me. Don't shoot me.

Come on! Don't do that!

REPORTER ON TV:
Police theorising

believe Frato's getting off three shots.

Greene returned one shot

from about 25 feet away

described by police as a lucky shot,

hitting Frato in the head.

Danny, did you do it?

Can you tell me who did it?

Give him some room.

- DANNY:
For the fifth time...

- No, it's the fourth, actually.

I was at the municipal park like I am

every morning doing my pushups,

when I see Mike Frato

coming at me in a Cadillac.

Okay. It wasn't Mike Frato's car.

How'd you know it was him?

I could smell him.

The same Mike Frato who refused

to join your union.

I'm barred for life from the unions,

remember?

The same Mike Frato whose car

was blown up by your former associate,

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