Last Man Standing Page #3

a sweet guy.

Like I said...

I don't think

they appreciate you.

I think

you're a very smart girl.

You hear things... inside word.

I'm the kind of guy

that likes to have...

all the information

he can get...

so if you give me

the inside word...

I'll give you an extra hundred

or so a week...

just between me and you.

Strozzi and Giorgio were going

to be back the next day...

but I smelled the real money...

was going to come from working

Doyle's side of the street.

They'd make the first move.

Mr. Doyle wants you

to come work for us full-time.

I'm not sure he can afford it.

Try me.

Thousand dollars.

A week or a day?

I'm surprised

you're not mad at me.

I thought you might

hold it against me...

me killing three of your guys.

It's the only cure I know

for being stupid.

Hey, dummy.

Bring us your best stuff.

Right away, sir.

I know you already got a job

working for Strozzi...

but I figure you

for the kind of guy...

who goes

to the highest bidder...

just like those Mexicans...

that were supposed

to guard my booze.

Strozzi was behind that,

wasn't he?

How would you like to kill

Strozzi...

and that little punk Giorgio?

From what I hear,

a guy like yourself...

you only care about the money.

I mean it as a compliment.

That's why we're all here.

Where's Hickey?

You heard about Hickey, huh?

I heard he talks kind of funny.

That's the way you sound when

somebody slices your face...

jams an ice pick

in your voice box.

Hickey can get

awful messy, though.

This should be an inside job.

We need somebody

nice and neat, like you.

I'll think about it.

You're making a mistake!

Maybe you're just not

very smart.

What the hell

are you holding back for?

You think the meek

are going to inherit the earth?

If they do,

you won't be there to enjoy it.

I might have been

a gun for hire...

but I wasn't exactly

an assassin.

Maybe Doyle figured

there wasn't much difference.

Tell Hickey I said hello.

If I was going

to get into Doyle's wallet...

I needed something big

to sell him.

You don't quit me.

Nobody quits me.

What is it? Doyle?

Did he offer you more money?

Keep the 500 you owe me.

The rest is mine for the work

I did down in Mexico.

You let him walk away?

He doesn't go. Nobody goes.

You get back here,

you yellow son of a b*tch.

Put those down!

Something you want to say to me?

F***ing kill you, bastard.

It's not your fault

Giorgio's a half-wit.

You really want to get killed

for a half-wit?

Let it go. Put it down.

Tell Mr. Doyle

I turned Strozzi down.

What the hell

you grinning about?

Goddamn, that was great.

I guess you don't work

for Strozzi no more.

You ever wash these?

Working for Strozzi

had about played itself out.

Until Hickey showed up,

I was out of moves.

I decided to dry out a little.

Went two days without a drink.

For me, that's pretty good.

Sitting out here in the open

might not be a good idea...

for a fella that's got

as many enemies as you got.

I thought everybody liked me.

I'm such a nice guy.

This is Mr. Doyle's girl.

I'm bringing her back

from church.

I guess going to church

makes her feel better...

about keeping company

with Mr. Doyle.

That right, honey?

You don't want to miss out

on the big money.

This little war with Strozzi's

going to be over soon.

Hickey's back.

We got problems.

Strozzi broke the truce,

hit our trucks in Mexico...

killed all our guys,

jacked the whole load.

How's my car?

I fixed that inner tube,

and I fixed that headlight.

She's good as new,

except for that windshield.

I ordered new glass,

but it's gonna take a while.

Will this cover it?

Twenty dollars?

That's way too much.

But I got some information

I'll trade you...

for the change on it.

A fella come around here

asking me about your car...

wanted to look

at the registration...

and check your name.

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him nothing.

He just went on ahead

and looked anyway.

But guess what.

He didn't find

that registration, did he?

That's right.

You can keep that change.

This fella

say what his name was?

He didn't say,

but I know who it was.

One of them Italian boys

been hanging around town...

named Giorgio.

Thanks.

Jesus Christ!

Somebody answer

the goddamn phone!

Maybe Chicago

found a way to get through.

Looks like I struck pay dirt.

Who's this? Giorgio?

Yeah. Who's this?

You remember me,

the high-paid nobody.

I got a message for Strozzi.

We don't need any messages

from jerks like you.

Don't be stupid.

Just because

I don't work for you...

doesn't mean

I can't be a friend.

I don't want to see

your boss get hurt.

You tell him that Doyle knows...

that he's the one that hijacked

his shipment...

but maybe you got

a bigger problem.

There's a rumor Ramrez is

going back on Doyle's payroll.

Who knows?

Maybe it's all just bullshit.

You getting this?

Yeah, I'm getting it.

All bullshit.

Good boy. You tell

your cousin to watch his ass.

The Italians were winning

in New York and Chicago...

but they weren't doing too good

in Jericho.

A little past nine

that night...

I got a look at Giorgio

leaving town.

You could almost see

the price tag...

hanging around his neck.

I just came by to tell you...

that me and Strozzi

made it up this morning.

I got an investment there...

so we can forget

about the other day, right?

It was just one time for fun.

Business is business.

I don't want to get myself

in the middle of anything.

Strozzi's

going to take care of me.

I saw that punk Giorgio

sneak out of town.

Where is he headed?

He went to El Morado.

What's he doing down in Mexico?

What he always does...

drinks, messes around,

goes to whorehouses.

I'm surprised Strozzi didn't go.

He must be getting pretty used

to whores by now.

Goddamn you!

What?

I think you're forgetting

about our deal.

Why did Giorgio go to Mexico?

He went to finish doing

some business with Ramrez...

Pay him off and the cop

they got for security.

I got to go.

We're quits now, right?

We're quits.

That mouthy little cousin

of Strozzi's, Giorgio...

is on his way down

to Mexico right now...

to see a friend of yours,

a fella named Ramrez.

You know a guy named Ramrez?

Going to pay him back

for the hijack.

How do you like the story

so far?

Good. Keep talking.

He's going to see a cop

down there, too.

This cop's responsibility...

was security

on this side of the border...

so I guess

he's going to get paid, too.

They're probably all planning

their next shipment...

going to use your trucks.

I don't want to be pushy...

but this kind

of information's...

a little too valuable

to be giving away.

Giorgio's very important

to Strozzi.

If something

were to happen to him...

it would be very bad

for Strozzi, don't you think?

Take as much as you want.

You work for me now.

I'll just take that 2,000

we agreed upon.

You work with us,

you work with the winners.

Anything else is stupid.

I'll think about it.

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