Live by Night Page #2

If I kill Albert White,

someone's just going to

jump up and take his place.

And I'll be married to the Pescatore

mob for the rest of my life.

I stopped kissing

rings a long time ago.

Good afternoon.

Do you think he told Albert?

No, I'd be dead already. Christ!

We could leave.

Where would we go?

Somewhere warm.

My brother Danny

lives in California.

Where?

I don't know. I haven't

talked to him for ten years.

He sent back a bunch

of postcards sayin'

he was doing stunts,

trying to be a writer.

God, I'd go to California.

I don't know much about

honest work, I gotta tell you.

Well,

who said anything about honest work?

Good!

We do what we want to do,

go where we want to go.

Sleep by day.

I got a job in Lawrence on Saturday,

then I'll be free.

Free to leave? Yeah, free to leave.

I have to see

you-know-who on Saturday.

F*** you, no! That's the idea..

Oh, come on, what's the alternative?

You want to wind up in the Charles?

I'm supposed to meet him

at the Statler on Saturday.

Turns him on to see me

when his wife's on his arm.

After that,

he's going to Detroit for a week.

Will you clean yourself up

and get to the Statler by 7?

I think I can clean myself up

and get to the Statler by 7.

Shut up.

The Lawrence Bank job, we got

enough to get us to California on.

It's true,

that's what I was thinkin' about.

Let's go!

What are you doing?

Start! Start!

Look out! Look out!

Get outa the way!

Move! Get out of the f***in' way!

F***

Come on! Come on! Go! Go! Go! Go!

In the car. Go!

I walked half a mile,

stole a car in North Reading...

and replaced it with a Dodge

I found in Summerville.

I came back to my childhood

home and considered my options.

The story was in all

the Late Editions.

The third dead cop was

a trooper who pulled

someone over near the state forest.

It had to be Dion.

Keep going!

There's a Service

Elevator up here.

I can't believe you came!

- Where was I going to go?

- I don't know.

- Waarheen?

- It's not what people do.

It's not what I do.

Come on.

Why you crying?

- Because I love you.

- Then smile.

I can't.

Come on.

I'm sure as you die, you'll tell

yourself you did it for love.

No.

you feel guilty

about what you do...

So you spend your

life hoping someone

will punish you for your sins.

Well...

- Here I am.

- Joe, I'm so sorry!

She's sorry,

we're all f***in' sorry..

- Take her out of here..

- You said you wouldn't kill him.

- Albert, that was the deal!

- Don't worry

I would never have

brought him here...

I'm going to be

humiliated by a whore?

Someone close to me

says some arsehole

is puttin' a hole

into my f***in' head.

You're lucky I didn't

cut your tits off

and throw you in

the f***in' dump.

- Take her to the car, Donny.

- No.

Joe, I'm Sorry! Sorry!

Ah, it's ok.

You should be more worried about

what I'm going to do to you.

- Don't kill her.

- What the f*** do you care?

She just sold you

down the the river..

Please.

I wasn't honest.

I said if she delivered you to us,

I wouldn't kill you.

But we both know I have to kill you,

don't we, Joe.

And then...

I'm going to kill her too.

Leave him, let's get out of here.

So you're a cop killer now, Joseph?

I didn't kill anybody.

Looks like your friends were about

to take you on the dead man's drive.

Dad, they're going to kill her.

Well, we won't kill you, Joseph...

...but some of my coworkers

would like a word.

Listen, Please.

Dad.

They're gonna kill her.

She's in the car

with Donnie Gishler!

I don't know what his skull's

made of but it isn't bone.

In a coma two weeks.

No cranial bleeding.

No loss of memory

or speech disability.

His nose and half

his ribs are broken.

It'll be a long time

before he doesn't

see any blood in the bowl.

Go on in.

Dad, where is she?

Did they find her?

We followed her and Donnie Gishler.

His car went off the road

and into the ocean at 9:20.

An officer from Beverly

dove in lookin' for them.

Ended up in the hospital

for a week with hypothermia.

She was Albert White's girl.

She betrayed you.

She did...

And?

I'm crazy about her.

Crazy isn't love.

I saw your marriage for 18 years.

It wasn't love.

No.

No it wasn't.

Anyway, she's gone.

She's as dead as your mother,

God rest her..

They caught up with

Paolo in St. Albans,

about 10 miles

from the border.

A number of officers gave chase.

He was struck by at least 14 rounds.

Low for a cop killer.

What about Dion?

It's possible he made the border.

You were the child that

was supposed to fix

the distance between

me and your mother.

Were you aware of that?

I was aware of the distance.

People don't fix each other.

They never become anything

but what they've always been.

All we get sometimes

is a little luck.

Do not waste your's

pining for a dead girl.

- You make your own luck.

- Sometimes.

Sometimes it makes you.

If he pleads guilty...

I can take the death

penalty off the table.

3 years out, 20 probation.

Three years?

There are 3 dead police officers.

And he didn't kill them.

He may be the son of the

Deputy Superintendent...

but he will long know the inside

of the Charlestown Prison.

I promise you.

Chief Inspector.

I was demoted yesterday.

Then we can leave unsaid the notion

I was going to dispell for you.

I have no illusions.

I'm a practical man.

The photograph is of a door

to a row-house in Back Bay...

where you have been keeping time

with a young man of Mexican descent.

If you move the location

of your liaisons,

I will know within the hour.

Let me see what I can do.

Seeing what you can do is

of little interest to me.

I plead guilty to

abetting armed robbery...

and was given 3 years and 4

months in the Charlestown prison.

If my father had

lived 2 more weeks...

I could have said goodbye..

I got one guaranteed life.

and I was going to live it.

I would use Maso and his hatred

for Albert to get me started.

Funny, how things change.

What happened to all the talk

about not being a gangster?

Now you come to me

looking for a job.

I got nothin' left.

I don't want to be a gangster.

But I'll work for one if

I can get to Albert White.

From what I heard in prison, you're

still the man to see about that.

We ran Albert White out

of Boston like you heard.

Now he's making a run to our rum

operation in central Florida.

He wants Tampa.

It's true,

I could use someone who is committed

to putting an end to Mr. White.

You found your man right here.

Your duty would always have to be

to the Pescatore Family first...

then yourself second.

Can you live with that? Sounds fair.

I just need one guy,

Dion Bartolo from my old crew...

...to help me go down

there and set up.

It's good to have

someone you can trust.

- It's hot down there.

- I don't mind hot.

You ain't never felt

hot like this one.

I spent some winters in Charlestown.

I could use the change.

Then get the narcotics running,

starting in Tampa.

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