Kiss of Death Page #4

Okay. I will.

Yes, sir.

Good-bye.

I've got to go.

Oh, Nick, where?

Couldn't we go for dinner?

- Not tonight.

- Oh, Nick, don't go away like this.

I've got to.

Nick, I don't want anything to happen.

Look, you've got to trust me.

Then tell me where you're going. Please.

I can't. I don't want you to know.

- I thought you wanted me.

I thought when you kissed me...

- You thought right.

I want you, and I want my kids too.

But you've got to trust me.

I'm on a job.

I might not see you for a while.

Hey, stop looking at me like that.

Look at me the way you did upstairs.

I'll need that look. Come on.

- Oh, Nick.

- That-a-girl.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

Come on, squirt.

Rip his eye out.

Rip it out of his head!

Rip it out of his head.

Tear it out.

Come on. Rip the other eye. Come on.

Come on. Rip the other eye. Come on.

Come on. Come on. Tear it out of his head.

One, two, three...

- Cut the shoving.

- Hey, Nick, it's me.

- Hiya, Tommy.

- What do you know? The big man.

Let's get out of here so we can talk, huh?

Come on, baby.

Hello, Tommy. How are you?

Come on. Right inside.

- Your table, Tommy.

- Okay. Okay.

- Waiter.

- Champagne, lots of bottles. We're celebrating.

All right, Tommy.

You'll be jumpin' in a couple hours.

Always hard when you first get out.

Takes a while to get started.

This place will do it.

Always come here when I'm sprung.

What a big man, that Early Howser, huh?

Remember what I told ya? Take your rap,

leave it to Early. Always gets you out.

- Here you are, Mr. Udo.

- "Mr. Udo."

- Yes, sir.

- How do you like that, huh?

That's class, huh?

Ain't been to bed for a week.

Can't stand sleeping. That's for squirts.

Haven't I met you

somewheres before, Mr. Bianco?

- I don't think so.

- Don't stick your nose in, Buster.

We're talkin'. We're pals.

Hey, waiter, bring another bottle.

Keep 'em coming.

How do you like that music, man?

Right upstairs, huh? Come on. Send it, Jack.

Uh, what do you got to do, Nick?

- What's on the line?

- I ain't figured it out yet.

Gotta have some fun first.

I'm behind three years.

That's talkin'. That's talkin'.

- Heard about me, didn't you?

- No.

In all the papers.

Picked me up for a murder rap.

- Was in all the papers.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, sure. Ask her.

- Sure. The papers wrote all

about Tommy, with his picture...

- The one I don't like.

- What do you mean you don't like it?

- What's the matter with it?

- I don't like it when they

show you with the number.

Go on. Who notices that?

A lot of squirts.

- I like the one we took together.

- Nobody asked you.

Listen, I'm gonna be busy. You go home.

Wait a minute.

Who you talking to?

Get out. I'm with a pal, see?

Got things to do.

Don't want no old ladies around.

- You ain't calling me an old lady?

- Get out.

You want something?

No. No.

Wait in your joint for me.

Don't go out. You understand?

Wait in your joint for me.

Don't go out. You understand?

Yeah.

- A lot of good this mug's gonna do you.

- Beat it.

Dames are no good

if you wanna have some fun.

Come on, pal.

Drink up, drink up, drink up.

- They let you go, huh?

- Who?

Oh, the bulls. Yeah, sure.

There was this squirt says he seen me

bending over Larry Young...

right after he was plugged.

Then he says he ain't sure

it was me he seen.

Larry Young. He used to own

a big caf joint, didn't he?

A squirt. Pushing

the wrong guys around.

He got it good...

him and his college rings.

Yeah. He was with a college gang?

I didn't know that.

Nah, not a gang.

Not a gang. A ring... ring on his finger.

Worth a couple of bucks.

This joint's dead. It's sour.

You want to have fun, don't you?

So we get out of here, go someplace where

they got some interest.

- What do you say, pal?

- I'm three years behind.

That's it.

Stick to me, big man. You'll catch up.

Come on. We'll shake this dumb joint.

Okay, Mac. Come on.

- Hello, Mr. Sulla.

- Hello, Tommy.

He's a pal. It's okay.

Thanks. Come on, Nick.

- What's that funny smell?

- That's perfume.

After we left the first joint,

he began to talk.

He said he'd done the Larry Young job.

- Alone?

- Yeah.

He didn't know the guy's name that hired him.

He never saw him before.

- Did he describe him?

- No. I couldn't push that.

- So you got nothing?

- Go on, Nick.

Well, there's two things.

He copped a ring off Larry Young...

a gold ring from some college.

His girl, Buster's, got it,

but she never wears it.

It's no good except as a souvenir.

Then there's the guy that saw the shooting,

a fella Udo knows called Sammy...

sort of a panhandler.

He was coming up to get a buck off

Larry Young when Udo came along.

Udo said Sammy

saw the shooting and beat it.

- Sammy who?

- I don't know his last name.

Well, that does it.

All we've got to do is find Sammy...

produce the ring, we've got a case.

- Congratulations, Nick.

- Thanks.

- You had quite a time, didn't you?

- Yeah.

I wouldn't wanna go through that again.

I don't think you'll have to.

- That's all?

- That's all.

You might find out about Sammy

by asking some of Larry Young's friends.

We may do that.

So long.

Nick.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah. I'm gonna be all right.

Daddy, stay there!

All right.

Hurry up.

Don't fall. Come on.

Hey!

Whoo!

Hey, watch it!

Agh! Oops!

- Whoa! Whoa!

- Daddy! Whoa!

Don't come in the house until you get

those skates off, or I'll bop ya one.

Nettie?

Hi.

- Hey, hey. I ain't cleaned up yet.

- Oh, who cares?

Look. Old married ladies don't jump on

their husbands in public.

Aw, I'm not old, and I'm not a lady.

- I'll get the girls.

- They're takin' off their skates.

- How've they been?

- Wonderful.

Nick, you're not going to wash in the sink.

We have a bathroom.

Yeah, but the kids are usin' it.

This'll be okay.

Hey, get those suds off more.

- What do you want me to do? Drown?

- That's right. More yet.

- Look. Look. I ain't five and a half years old.

- That's what you think.

Here. Let me dry you.

Mm. Feels good. But it ain't very practical.

Give me that towel.

You know, there may be worse jobs than

in a brickyard, but there ain't many dirtier.

- It must be awful.

- It ain't awful.

Come here.

In the kitchen? Oh, Nick!

You know, I ain't the kind of guy

that's used to sittin' around home.

- I know. It worries me sometimes.

- It does, huh?

Mm-hmm. Of course. Your coming home

every night to just... nothing.

- That's right.

- No excitement or anything.

That's right. Every day the same

as every other day.

Nick, please don't make me worry

too much.

That's what I need: Someone to worry

about me all the time.

Don't you let me

get away for one minute.

Or maybe I'll start bustin' into

jewelry stores with a rod in my hand.

- That's what you think, huh?

- Oh, no, Nick. You wouldn't.

- Maybe I wouldn't. But you hang on.

- Oh, I will.

I'm mad about you.

That's all I think of... you.

I've wanted you

ever since I was a girl long ago.

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