Kiss of Death Page #3

- You don't like Rizzo particularly, do you?

- No.

Let me give you some instructions, Nick.

Get ahold of your lawyer, Mr. Earl Howser.

Tell him about the Thompson rap.

Tell him you think somebody has squealed.

Yeah.

Your side of the fence

is almost as dirty as mine.

With one big difference...

We hurt bad people, not good ones.

- That's right.

- Watch your step with Howser.

He's a sharp operator.

And remember, you're no good to me

if he tumbles to anything.

He won't tumble.

When do I see my kids?

I'll take care of that tomorrow.

Thanks.

Well, I... I'm a squealer now.

Feel bad about it, Nick?

- No.

- Come on.

- See you later.

- So long.

- I'm nervous.

- Don't worry.

They used to jump up on me

and grab my ears, and I used to...

- Good morning, Sister.

- Good morning.

We're from the district attorney's office.

I phoned the mother superior yesterday

about seeing the Bianco children?

- Yes, I know. Will you come with me, please?

- Thank you.

- Will you wait in here, please?

- Thank you.

Which one of you gentlemen is Mr. Bianco?

That's me.

How do you do? I'll get Sister Veronica.

- Not a bad place for kids.

- Yeah.

- Sister Veronica?

- Yes. This is your father.

I know. I recognized him.

- Hello, Father.

- Hello.

Connie.

- Rosie.

- Sister Veronica told us you were coming today.

- You've been away a very long time.

- You look different.

I thought you would have white hair.

No, I ain't.

Aren't you going to kiss your father?

Oh, Daddy!

Nobody else here has a daddy,

have they, Sister Veronica? Nobody else.

Daddy, Mama got hurt,

and we waited for you...

and said prayers for you every night,

and God sent you back.

They're having

their music lesson, Mr. Bianco.

Would you care to come in the next room

and listen to them play the piano?

Yeah.

Take it easy.

Sister Theresa, would you let Concetta

have her lesson first?

Why, of course, Sister.

Will you please wait over there, Eileen?

- All right, Sister.

- Thank you, dear. Come on.

I play The Waterfall.

Rosaria is way back yet.

- May I play it, Sister Veronica?

- Of course, dear.

Bianco, somebody to see you.

- Who?

- Your lawyer, Earl Howser.

Oh.

Well, well, we meet again, eh?

Glad to see you, Nick.

I received your rather surprising

message this morning.

May I tell you, I dropped everything

and came right over.

- Thanks.

- Sit down, son. Sit down.

How, uh... how long

have they had you here?

Since yesterday.

Well, we can say this much for it.

It's a change at least.

- I don't like it.

- Of course not.

I was just making a bad joke.

Uh, you... you've had

quite a lot of trouble, I hear...

besides this.

I mean about your wife.

Yeah. Maybe it wouldn't have happened

if you'd done your job like you said.

Oh, you mean, uh, about your parole?

- Yeah, that's what I mean.

- I've been pushing it. I'm gonna get it.

I gave you my word, and I still give it to you.

- I'm going to put that parole through.

- Just so you keep plugging.

Now, uh, let's hear

about this new trouble.

- Have they made any specific charge?

- Yeah.

The Thompson Fur Company heist four years ago.

Oh. That's reaching back.

- Somebody must have it in for you.

- That's one way of looking at it.

How do you look at it?

Somebody's doing some squealing.

Oh, I see.

Who's handling this in the D.A.'s office?

- D'Angelo.

- Oh, our old friend.

You think he's finally

got ahold of a squealer?

That's what I think.

Were you under suspicion

for the Thompson job at the time?

- No.

- I see.

Who were you running around with

in those days, Nick?

I used to hang around with Pete Rizzo.

- He was your partner?

- Yeah. Rizzo was my partner.

Pete Rizzo. Hmm.

Did D'Angelo mention his name

when he talked to you?

Nobody mentioned his name.

I don't think they've got

much of a case, Nick.

When D'Angelo finds out that he's not

going to scare you out of anything...

I'll wager he drops it.

I hope so. That's all I need

is another rap hung on me.

- I'll never get my parole.

- Oh, everything's going to be all right.

I'll see you in a week, Nick. If they start

roughing you up, let me know.

- I can take care of myself.

- Fine.

Good-bye, Nick.

Fred? Are you alone?

Get hold of Tommy Udo on the phone.

No. Tell him I want to see him.

No, not here. He'll know where.

Yes. Right away.

It's open.

- You a friend of Peter?

- Yeah.

- Where's the squirt?

- Not home.

Come home late tonight maybe.

After dinner sometime... maybe.

- Where'd he go to?

- Peter?

How I know

where Peter go?

Uptown? Downtown?

Baseball game? Anywhere.

Back after dinner sometime, huh?

Double-crossing squealers, both of you.

What's the matter?

I don't know nothing.

So the yellow squirt beat it, huh?

Took a powder, huh?

That rat.

Where is he?

Where'd he go?

I'm asking you, where's that

squealing son of yours?

Huh.

You think a squealer

can get away from me, huh?

You know what I do to squealers?

I let 'em have it in the belly...

so they can roll around

for a long time, thinking it over.

You're worse than him...

telling me he's coming back.

You lying old hag.

Huh.

No! No. I'm sick!

Let me go. No.

- On a train, huh?

- Hey. Where you going?

- No! No!

- This is for knowing a squealer.

Not outside!

I can't move! I'm sick!

- You ain't sick.

- No! No!

No!

Hello? Yes?

You ain't gonna be bothered with

that squealer for a long time.

Yeah. He skipped town

before I got there.

'Cause he's gonna

read something in the papers...

and it's gonna make him take off

for South America, the squirt.

Never mind, Early.

You'll read it too.

All right, Tom. Just so you're sure

there isn't going to be any more talking.

Fine. Good work.

- Is Miss Nettie Cavallo home?

- I'll see.

Is that for me, Mrs. Keller?

Yes. There's a gentleman to see you.

Nick. Oh, for goodness' sakes.

Hello.

If there's a phone call

for Nick Bianco, that's me.

- Will you call me, please?

- Sure.

Come on in, please.

Oh, Nick, I can

hardly believe it. You're out.

When? You didn't tell me last week.

I didn't know last week.

They just told me this morning.

Oh, Nick, it's wonderful to see you like this,

like you used to be.

- I mean, not inside a jail or anything.

- I know.

I came right here. I was hoping

you'd be home.

Oh, I almost went to the movies.

I was just thinking...

Oh, Nick, what happened?

- I got a parole.

- No! Oh, that's wonderful.

- Have you had dinner?

- Uh-uh.

You must be hungry.

I'll get you something to eat.

Wait. Oh, I've waited.

Mr. Bianco! Your call!

- Thanks! I'll be right down!

- Oh. Wait.

Mr. Bianco? Your call!

Hello? Yeah.

Nick, I thought you might

be interested to know that...

I just had a call from Mr. Howser.

Yeah. He wanted to do a little crowing

about your parole.

He thinks he got it over my dead body.

I let him go right on thinking so. Mm-hmm.

Nick, about tonight.

Your man will be at St. Nicholas Arena

at ringside. Got it?

I got it.

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