Lady in Cement Page #3

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they could wind up married.

Yeah, the gang in cellblock 8

would love that.

For your information, wise guy,

my boy made all-American at Amherst.

You're not ashamed? With all those

guys burning their draft cards...

...your kid becomes an all-American.

AUDREY:

One, two, one, two, one...

Get it out of your mind.

Well...

- Ooh, company.

- This is business.

Ain't you gonna introduce me?

- Go lose yourself for an hour.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Read a book.

- For a whole hour?

Look at the pictures.

Reminds me, I gotta get

Santini's kid a catcher's mitt.

I told you, get it out of your mind.

I wonder what part of her I paid for.

I lost a few thousand bucks

in your gambling joints.

That's the old Mungar.

Everything I run now is legit.

- Like Jilly's?

- That's a respectable business.

Oh, yeah.

I met the queen who runs it.

Tell me, what's your noble concern

about this little girl over here?

She's my neighbor.

You go over once in a while

and borrow a cup of bullets?

Just because I'm wearing a white hat

now don't mean I can't hire some pro...

...to put you in traction,

for openers!

You make me blow up.

I like to be nice to people.

Now, get out of here...

...and stay away from that girl.

And this broad too.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:

Car 77, proceed to 85 Meridian.

Resident claims there's a drunk

molesting her.

Car 46, go to St. Agnes Convent.

Mother Superior charges nuns ' habits

stolen from laundry.

CORONER:

She was knifed, nice and clean.

SANTINI:

What are you doing here?

ROME:
Give me a minute,

I'll think of something.

Did you know her?

Yeah, we talked.

I got two murders on my hands.

If you got something, give it to me.

I could throw you a few hints, Dave.

You might start at Jilly's...

...where there's a fun couple

named Danny Yale...

...and a butch girlfriend named Seymour.

Or you could find Al Mungar

and lean on him a little bit.

And last but not least...

...there's a good-looking broad with

a crazy breaststroke named Kit Forrest.

- What ties them all together?

- Could be cement.

BIRDIE:
Hurry back.

My mother's coming to dinner.

- That's good news.

- How the nags treating you?

Who knows the nags? I don't bet horses.

What's with the nags?

- Mr. Rome up?

- I think so.

SANTINI:
Good morning, Tony.

ROME:
Hello, Dave.

- What are you looking for?

- My shoe.

- Why don't you try the icebox.

- That's where I keep my ties.

A few more blonds

from Missing Persons.

I talked to Kit Forrest.

She said you'd been around,

asked her about Sandra Lomax.

- That's right.

- She said she told you all she knew.

- You try to squeeze her a little bit?

- You got any idea who she is?

Yeah. Thirty million dollars'

worth of influence.

And I also gather that you dropped

over to see Mr. Mungar.

Yeah. You paid a call,

asked him some questions.

- He didn't have the answers.

- Uh-huh.

- You didn't squeeze him either, did you?

- A lot of important people like him.

Yeah, he gives a lot of money to

little-league ball clubs and funeral parlors.

What about Danny Yale?

He never left Jilly's.

- I got a lead on the Maria Baretto killing.

- No.

The woman across the street saw

a man run out of Maria's houseboat.

A big man in a suit

too small for him.

- What color suit? Brown?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you know who he is?

The hell you don't.

I figured you weren't following Maria

Baretto's lead just out of curiosity.

- Now, what are you up to?

- Nothing.

Dave, listen to me. I got a lady

coming over here in a little while...

...and I promised that I'd give her

a diving lesson.

- It wouldn't be good for your morale.

- Now, look, Tony, don't hold out on me.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- Hello, Ruby. Can I see you a minute?

BLOND:
Uh-huh.

MAN:
Hey, the lady's with me.

- We're old friends. Don't worry.

Listen, enjoy the show.

It won't take me long.

Ain't it murder? They never have

any towels in these joints.

Pardon me, lady.

- Which one you wanna bet on?

- Me.

- You look beautiful.

- Glad that you think so.

Three hookers have been

robbed in this area.

I got the job.

- You wanna make 35 cents?

- Don't laugh. I had three offers today.

I wanna know about

a guy named Waldo Gronsky.

The mad Russian?

I haven't seen him...

...since I picked him up for a gas-station

heist a few years back.

What else you know about him?

He's strictly a loner.

He's been heisting cathouses, banks,

ever since he was a kid.

- Sounds like a tough customer.

- Tough?

He's crazy, considering some

of the things he's done.

- Like what?

- Like heisting the big boys...

...in the floating poker games.

That could be

a dangerous occupation.

Dangerous? I think we did Gronsky

a favor when we picked him up.

How come?

The word was out that he heisted

a bundle from one of the big boys.

Which big boy?

I don't know, but I know

somebody was after him.

How did you find out?

- Anonymous phone tip from a guy.

- Where does he hang his hat, this guy?

I don't know. I can make a phone call.

The parole officer would know.

- Okay, make the call.

- Okay.

Wait a minute, dearie.

You forgot your purse.

I always forget.

- Let's go.

- Thanks.

I told you that wouldn't take long.

She's all yours.

Thanks.

Unwind me.

All you broads are all alike.

Get lost.

Men.

Well, what do you know?

- Just you?

- Uh-huh.

Just like last time.

Only different.

This time I got the gun and the questions,

and you got the answers.

Now, just lift that cannon out

of your belt and throw it over here.

Why don't you come take it off me?

If you're trying to scare me,

you're doing a hell of a job.

You'll also scare my trigger finger.

Now, get that thing out of there

and throw it over here.

GRONSKY:
Why the gun, pal?

I'm a client, remember?

That's why I want to give you

a chance to tell your side of it.

You were seen running out

of the Baretto houseboat.

Then she was found stabbed.

She was that way when I got there.

Hey, wait a minute.

If the fuzz is after me,

how's come they ain't here?

All they got's a description of you.

They ain't tied it to you yet.

Pal, I didn't puncture the Baretto dame.

I mean, why should I?

It's Sandra I want to get my hands on.

Why?

I just wrapped up two years in the joint

on account of that b*tch ratted on me.

- You sure it was her?

- Couldn't have been nobody else.

She was the only one

who knew where I was holed up.

Wait a minute.

You didn't hire me to take care

of one of your personal beefs.

- Now, why do you want this chick?

- My business.

- No, I'm dealing.

- Says which?

This 38 says which.

That? Oh, pal.

A little 38 slug ain't gonna stop me.

Now, hold it.

Don't let me plug you now.

No, I wouldn't.

It might make me sore.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Put the heater on the table.

Don't be dumb, Gronsky.

This ain't no 38.

A.45 will blow

your head off at this range.

Okay, Shev.

Who are you?

ROME:
A registered nurse, but if this ain't

a good time, I'll go.

Remain.

What do we do with him?

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