Lady in Cement Page #8

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big games, and you heisted them.

- Well, you might say we was partners.

- Uh-huh.

Until the big haul, and then he told

the fuzz where to pick you up.

It was the broad.

She blew the whistle on me.

Why would Paul screw up a good thing?

I heisted over 170 grand.

You mean Paul did.

And you split the take,

gave your end of it to Sandra...

...and then he conned her out of it.

Yeah.

And then dumped her in the drink,

the rotten bastard.

- Come on, let's go.

- Where we going?

- Make a deal.

- I ain't got time. I'm going after Paul.

You'll get him. And maybe this time

you can carve your full name.

GRONSKY:
Where?

- On his ass, where else?

You're not using your knight

effectively, Dad.

- I should keep him out in the center?

- Right.

KIT:
Al.

MUNGAR:
Kit, come in!

Sit down.

I'm going to the police.

Oh? Kit.

You have to forget about it.

You gotta act like it didn't happen.

But it did. Sandra's dead.

MUNGAR:

It was an accident.

You didn't mean to hurt her,

did you? Honey.

I know something

about this business.

If you don't plan to knock them off,

it never happened.

You get enough pain thinking

about things you did on purpose.

Al, I just can't keep it in anymore.

MUNGAR:

You can keep everything inside.

Sometimes...

...you need help to keep the lid on.

Now, don't worry, honey.

It'll all be all right.

MUNGAR:

She'll be all right.

She'll be all right?

She's going to talk.

We've got to knock her off.

Knock her off? Who the hell do you

think you are, Bugs Moran?

No, just the son of an ex-folk hero.

You pulled some colorful

capers in your time.

- That's over. Buried.

- Is it?

You tell me who I am

besides the son of a hood.

What I was, "was,"

you had nothing to do with.

Thanks for nothing.

But just remember: If she talks,

it's your neck.

She ain't gonna talk.

You're right, she won't talk.

I'll make sure of that.

You're not gonna touch her.

I'm not?

You wanna ask them?

You're retired, Al.

Or did you forget that?

I try to go clean,

and you drag me down to this?

You were gonna make up for every

lousy thing I was ashamed of.

Maybe I never was ashamed.

I've been a student, Dad.

And you had style.

Real style.

Hey, take Pop upstairs

and turn on the late show.

Maybe there's a gangster picture on.

Pop. Come on, move.

Move.

PAUL:
It could have been quite a dynasty.

The Mungars and the Forrests.

Too bad you got

that tinge of conscience.

ROME:

Ain't it, though.

You must be on some kind of trip, Rome.

You figure on taking me

before the police get to you?

[HOOD 1 GROANING]

- Cool it, Waldo. Hold it.

- You're pretty stupid, Rome.

Not nearly as stupid as you

if you knife that girl.

Now, the cops think I killed Yale,

but you and I know different.

PAUL:
We do?

- Uh-huh.

- Now, I'm ready to trade.

- What have you got that I want?

- Him.

- Me?

- You.

- What do I want with him?

Yeah.

You need an out

for the Lomax murder.

- He's a perfect patsy.

- I'm a what?

HOOD 2:
Your father said he'd rather

not watch the gangster picture...

...so I let him watch the cowboys

and Indians.

- Hiya.

HOOD 2:
Hello.

As I was saying,

you need a patsy.

I've got one. Her.

The letter-opener she thinks she killed

Lomax with wouldn't bruise a grape.

- It had to be done by a pro.

- Like him?

Like him.

So, I give you Gronsky for Lomax,

and I get a patsy for Danny Yale.

PAUL:

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

One of these bums for Yale...

...and Gronsky for Sandra.

- You got a deal.

- That tears it.

Hey, Waldo. Can I talk to you?

GRONSKY:

Now?

- Right now.

GRONSKY:
I'm busy at the moment.

Will you take a coffee break?

GRONSKY:

Excuse me a moment.

Hey, I want to talk to you

before you talk to me.

Talk.

Did you really mean that about

trading me off to that bum?

The way you're hitting this season?

No way.

Hey. You're a nice kid.

Homicide, Santini.

What do you got?

- Two of a kind.

- Not enough. Three kings.

- Odds or evens?

- Evens.

ROME:
Three.

- Two.

- You lose.

- I always lose.

Now, get your gear on

and go over the side.

KIT:
All right, but I don't understand

why we have to hunt treasure...

...when I've got $30 million.

ROME:

Kit.

KIT:

Yeah?

ROME:

Never mind about the treasure hunt.

Okay. What do you wanna do?

ROME:

I'll think of something.

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