Life of Crime Page #6

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I do?

Yeah, you do.

You need to kill her.

The whole cigarette

burn incident sh*t.

She knows who you are, man.

She told you that?

She heard your name,

she saw your face.

That's what the Jew

lady told me, man.

She said she knows who you are.

You know, I wondered about that.

I did. I wondered about that.

You ain't got no choice, man.

I don't want to see you,

I don't want to see

nobody go to jail

behind this, man.

So, you know,

you gotta take the Jew lady out.

But listen.

You cannot tell Louis.

You know something?

What's that?

I knew she was a Jew.

I could tell.

Hey, Rollo.

What's happening, man?

Look here, I wanna ask

you a question. Uh...

Does that look like

wild parsley to you?

You mean that marijuana?

Say, look there, baby.

It's just about ready to be harvested, too.

Yeah, I know. Get a car.

What else did he say?

I told you.

I mean his exact words.

His exact words were,

"It's all set."

What does that mean?

Why didn't he ask to talk to me?

Because he said

I could tell you.

It was all set about

taking the woman home,

about you going

and getting a car,

about you putting

her in the trunk.

That's all he goddamn said, man!

What are you getting mad for?

I ain't mad.

It's just when I say

something, it's the truth.

Yeah. That's cool, Richard.

Nothing to be upset about, man.

I just wanna make

sure I understand it.

You know what I mean?

He said it's all set

and he had the money.

Ah.

I must have missed that part.

He did get the money.

Good.

See, I was wondering about that.

Where you going?

To get a car, like he said.

Line up transportation for tonight.

I'll be back in a half-hour.

Guess what.

You're going home.

When? Later on.

He paid you?

We're gonna drop you

home in a little bit.

Wait a second. Wait.

My husband paid you?

I guess he must have.

But you're not sure.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Eat your dinner.

It's ham and cabbage with creamed corn.

No. Something's not right.

I don't believe you.

I gotta go downstairs. I'll be back.

Wait a second. Listen.

Are you gonna kill me?

No.

Come on. I will not say a word.

I will not go to the police.

I won't say anything.

Won't help your husband any.

Wait!

This doesn't happen this way!

Mickey, take it easy.

I say you're going home,

you're going home.

Thank you. Great meal as always.

Hey, kid. That's me over there,

black Chevelle, white stripe.

Just a sec, boss.

Be careful with it.

Oh, God.

Didn't eat your ham.

No, I didn't. I wasn't hungry.

I forgot.

You're not allowed to eat it.

Sorry. Why am I not

allowed to eat it?

Your religion.

If you want to call it that.

What?

He tell you? Louis?

You're going home.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah, he did.

He told me.

So I guess

you guys got your money, huh?

I'm gonna miss you around here.

It's been such a lovely time.

What?

What'd you say?

Nothing. I didn't say anything.

- What'd you say?

- Nothing.

Huh?

No.

Please, please, no!

Kiss me. Kiss me. No! No!

You don't like me?

Please, no!

Kiss me. Kiss me!

What, I'm not good

enough for you?

Please. Please.

Take your clothes off.

Take them off,

or I will rip them off!

Stop!

Now the brassiere.

Do it. Do it.

Hey! Huh?

What's going on up there?

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

Okay!

Let's go. Come on. This way.

Hold on.

You all right? No.

You shot? No.

7-442.

Yeah, go ahead, 442.

Yeah, I'm at 1,000 block,

State and Fair, east of Woodward.

Requesting immediate backup.

I got some wild-looking

a**hole here firing a handgun.

Where are you taking me?

Where am I taking you?

I'm taking you home.

Right here,

this stretch of Northwood,

where it used to be called the

street-racing capital of the world.

I don't want to go home.

So that's the Florentine, huh?

What else you got?

Listen, Ordell,

we got a minor problem.

Actually, we've got some good

news and some not such good news.

Had a feeling you had some news.

He's going back tomorrow.

He's leaving.

And now that he's out of the

casino and back on the wagon,

he's in a pretty good place,

all things considered.

That's the not-so-good news.

He wants to get back,

make an appearance,

see his wife,

call off the divorce,

but he wants me to come back

to Detroit with him.

I just reminded him that I'm the only

person he has to talk to about this,

you know,

the sympathetic listener.

This is the good news?

Well, the bad isn't exactly bad

and the good isn't

exactly sensational.

But what it does do is it

gets things back to normal.

You've got little Mickey back with hubby,

assuming she's alive.

Oh, which reminds me,

you should really call your friend.

It actually gives you time to

set this up and do it right.

I mean, you're a hunk,

but you are a piss-poor extortionist,

if you don't mind me saying.

Let's be honest. This could've

been set up a whole lot better.

This motherf***er's

got way too many guns

and from what I can tell,

no shortage of ammo.

When we first saw him,

he had on a T-shirt and long johns,

armed with a revolver.

Now he got on some

kind of damn uniform.

Busted in all the windows,

except the ones

boarded up on the second floor.

Turn off the music

and put down the weapon.

Did he say anything?

He keeps saying something about

the Fury or the Fuhrer, maybe.

I don't know.

It wasn't making much sense,

and he was crying through most of it.

Okay.

Ray, where you going?

Sir, you have two minutes

to exit the premises!

Get back!

Take cover! Take cover!

Hey. What?

Louis?

Smoked grass,

and I'm drinking beer.

And I don't even like beer.

And that pizza,

it was delicious.

Jesus Christ.

How did you know my name?

Oh.

The fat guy told me,

that fake police guy.

He's not a real cop, right?

He told you?

Yeah. He did.

You know,

I was thinking about something else.

Yeah?

The other guy, the black one.

Oh, "The black one." Yeah.

Everyone knows everyone.

That's good.

He went down to Freeport, right?

'Cause I haven't heard his

voice for a couple of days.

Where is he now?

He just called this afternoon.

He's still there,

on his way back.

He called,

but you didn't speak to him.

The other guy

spoke to him, right?

Because when I asked you

if my husband had paid you,

you said, "I think so."

Yeah. Richard told me,

so I didn't talk to him.

Richard. Is that that guy's name?

That fat guy's name's Richard?

That's right,

but I'll tell you something.

You need to forget everything

that you have seen and heard

over the last few days.

Louis, you're not sure

if your partner was paid.

Oh, God, a million dollars?

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it.

Hmm.

Louis.

Yeah?

I think I'm

ready to go home now.

Okay.

Two days before her recital,

Shelly asked me if she can quit.

I'd try and talk her out of it,

but I know she's scared.

We just had to do the

same thing with Andrew.

Taking him out of private school.

Too much pressure.

I think it

sends the wrong message.

But I asked Marsh, and he says,

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