Kiss of Death Page #3

Ronnie, I want you to listen to this.

An oldie but goodie.

Concentrate on the words.

Did ya hear that?

Yeah. The bass was too heavy, though.

"The time has come for everyone

to clean up their own back yard."

"Clean up their own back yard."

Did you hear that?

Wait! What'd I do?

I didn't do nothin'! What'd I do?

You got somethin' to say?

You like to talk to the cops, huh?

Huh?

You like to f***in' talk, you f***? You f***!

Sh*t, Junior.

- Sh*t.

- Ow.

I like this. I really do.

Ah, man, look at this. I just bought this thing.

Let's get him outta here.

- Kilmartin. On a day pass.

- Change your clothes in the cage.

Mr. Kilmartin. We meet again.

You remember old Calvin Hart here, don't ya?

He sure as sh*t remembers you.

Take the cuffs off him.

Took the same bullet as you.

Can I see my daughter now?

- Hi.

- What happened to your face?

Nothin'. Listen,

I don't think this is such a good idea.

I don't want her to see me like this.

Oh, Jimmy, she's a baby. She don't...

- She ask for Bev a lot?

- In and out.

Between me and Bev's mom,

she's doin' better than you think.

I've been takin' her to classes with me.

She likes psych and economics.

Math...

That's great. I don't know

what I'd do without you, Rosie.

Corinna.

Hey.

Hey, you! Hey.

Hey, you, come here.

Corinna, do you know who I am?

Just for one minute.

I know.

Ma-ma-ma...

OK. All right.

Don't take her away from me.

Daddy, it stinks in here.

It smells like soup!

Soup, huh?

Three more weeks.

Hang in there, kiddo.

Yeah...

Comin' out to what? No job, no money...

Least I got you, Juicy, right? Yeah.

I wanna get your parents somethin'

for getting my apartment back.

- And you got me.

- Whaddaya mean, I got you?

Give it up!

Kilmartin, report to the five building bypass.

Kilmartin!

Come on in.

I hear you're comin' up

for parole review next week.

I also hear you've been a pretty good guy.

That's great.

Whaddaya want?

Did you ever hear of an a**hole

by the name of Little Junior Brown?

Think.

What about him?

Little Junior...

His old man, Big Junior?

He's in the hospital. He ain't comin' out.

So it looks like Little Junior's

movin' up in the world.

Big Junior.

That's one of those expressions like...

jumbo shrimp.

Huh?

Listen to me.

I am not goin' back to that.

I am not rattin' on anybody else.

What's done is done.

You can't make me do sh*t.

We never swung the hammer on you

for the Astro job.

Get the indictment on me.

Look, all I got to say to you...

...is how you already cooperated with us

ratting out the others...

...and here we are droppin' it on you anyhow

because you won't do any more ratting.

You know what? You're right.

Forget it.

We probably won't get the indictment.

And you'll be out on the street.

A free man.

How long do you think you're gonna

last out there once the word gets out?

Are you a man of honor?

Sure.

See, let me tell you.

All I want now is what I had in my life

before all the f***ers came through the door -

you and them.

I wanna be left alone with my family,

and I want a job that feels good to me.

So if that means I need to deliver up

this Junior Brown, I'll do that.

If I have to kill this motherf***er to get there,

I will.

But all I've got on you is your word.

So I'm asking you: if I serve him up...

...as a man of honor, will you say to me now

that you will cut me loose once and for all?

Absolutely.

D'you want my hand on it or something?

OK, let him pass.

James Kilmartin.

- Rose D'Amico.

- Here.

That's my daddy!

Let's go.

- Daddy, look!

- Hey, Corinna!

What the hell's the matter with you?!

The car almost hit me, Daddy.

I know.

- What the f*** is your problem, man?

- My father's dead!

My father's dead!

Come on, get it out. Come on.

Argh!

See the brother here with Junior?

His name's Omar. Now, Omar's down

with some posse outta Philadelphia.

Must got cash as long as train smoke

cos he's Junior's biggest customer.

Cars, drugs, guns. He's buyin'

everything he can get his hands on.

So when you hook up with your scumbag

pals, I want you to get 'em talkin' about Omar.

He must be new. The Philadelphia PD

ain't got no jacket on him yet.

Wait.

F*** this guy Omar. You said Little Junior.

This is about Little Junior.

Look, like if you get in some conversations,

just relax. Don't push for nothin', all right?

Guy starts talkin', just ask for more details,

but nice and natural.

Two a**holes talkin' shop.

But don't push, all right?

And don't initiate nothin', all right?

Yeah, you gonna be fine. Just fine.

Look, we in this together, man.

One for all, all for one, right?

OK, slow down. Slow.

There it is. There. The Lexus, right there.

I hate dogs! Little dogs, big dogs...

Let's get outta here.

See that guy in the red shirt over there?

- This guy right over here?

- That's our connect in the DMV.

Alls we gotta do is throw him a license

number, throws us back anything we need.

Sometimes we got more sh*t

than the real owners. It's beautiful.

No kiddin'.

No kiddin'.

Now, you see her? The Indian? I just love her.

- She's nice.

- No, I love her. We're engaged.

I wanna grow old with her and sh*t.

You know what I'm tryin' to say?

You remember me?

Yeah.

I heard you lost your wife.

I lost my father last week.

Whaddaya think is worse?

Losin' a wife or losin' a father?

I don't know.

I guess it depends on the individual,

the relationship, whatnot.

You know what an asthma attack feels like?

Feels like you're tryin' to breathe air

through a flattened straw.

But if I take a hit of this, most times I'm OK.

Like that.

But my old man?

In the end?

He had less than five per cent

of his lung capacity.

I mean... he went out hard.

I'm sorry to hear that.

If that starts happenin' with me -

with genetics and sh*t - it's silver-bullet time.

I'll do it myself.

At least your wife, she went out fast, right?

I'm tellin' ya, man,

you gotta be grateful for that.

So, Sing Sing... You got through that.

Whatever doesn't kill you

makes you stronger, right?

Whatever...?

Whatever doesn't kill you

makes you stronger.

Whatever don't kill you makes...

I like that.

- You're OK.

- Joey, get this guy!

- You're all right.

- Hey!

- What are you doin'? Come here.

- Hey, man. Come on!

Bring him here.

Junior, I'm drunk. I was drunk. I'm sorry.

Which hand did you grab her with?

Put it on the table.

I'm only gonna say that once.

Would you mind lightin'

one of those for me, please?

- Thank you.

- Junior...

Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You think that's an easy job,

dancin' up there?

It's hard, what they do. Are you kiddin' me?

- Junior...

- Don't you move that f***in' hand.

When someone steps over the line...

...the difficult becomes

the repulsively impossible.

I think you should have more respect

for what they put up with.

So what can I do...

...to make you remember...

...and appreciate...

...what that's like, bein' up there?

Please...

Come here.

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