Lucky Number Slevin Page #4

Kiling you before you killed me

would have been...

Kosher.

Acceptable.

I've wired half the money

to your bank in the Caymans.

The other half will be deposited

when our old friend is in the ground.

Now I can expect that when?

- Very soon.

- Good.

So tell me. The kid...

What do you want with him?

The kid and I have unfinished business.

If there's one thing I know

it's when someone is lying.

A man in my position it's all he has to go on.

To know a lie when he hears it

your own someone else's.

That being said he wasn't lying.

That's not Nick Fisher.

I know.

I came back here you were gone. So

I went to the hotel without you to see my friend.

She says the call to Nick. came from Room 1009.

A fellow registered under the name of Smith

if you can believe that.

It's one of the most common names in the world

But I get the feeling that this ain't one of 'em.

I get up to the tenth floor and just as I do

the door to room 1009 opens

and there's our Mr Smith. In the flesh.

So I pretend I'm walking to the elevator instead

of coming from it and we take it down together.

He smiles at me - thanks - I smile back.

But I have no idea who he is

but I think you might

so I take a picture using my cellphone

which I thought was a total waste

cos the photos look Iike sh*t and I never use it.

So there I am pretending to dial a number

and taking Smith's piccture - him none the wiser.

This is Smith. Recognise him?

No.

I didn't think you would but it was worth a shot.

Anyway we take the elevator to the lobby

and the man who calls himself Smith

walks outside and hails himself a cab.

So I followed him.

He went down

into an apartment building downtown

So I wait An hour goes by

And just when I'm getting ready to leave -

who walks outside?

Smith?

- You.

Me?

You out of the same building

with two Hasidic Jews on either side of you

Friends of yours?

Not exacctly.

I think it's time you told me that story.

Well there's this guy

and they call him The Boss right?

And then right across the street

there's this man they call The Rabbi.

Why do they call him The Rabbi?

- Because he's a rabbi.

So now I have to "take out"

The Fairy in order to scratch a debt

that isn't even mine.

And if that's not enough I have 48 hours to

come up with $33000 or The Rabbi's gonna...

I don't know who Mr Smith is.

And the worst part about it is

I'm not Nick Fisher.

Ironic.

I know I don't even gamble.

No I mean the mobster having a gay son.

That's ironic.

We are dealing with a bona fide case

of mistaken identity here.

Things like that aren't supposed to be real.

It's like amnesia.

Notwithstanding here you are

and Nick'.s nowhere to be found so...

I'd say you're f***ed.

F***ed.

Shouldn't you be a little worried about this?

I have Ataraxia.

Atarax.ia?

It's a condition characcterised by freedom

from worry or any other preoccupation really.

I have to have my answer

to The Boss in the morning.

Oh what are you gonna say?

What a man with two penises would say

when his tailor asks him

if he dresses to the right or to the left.

- What's that?

Yes.

I knew you had sense.

Sense is something you have

when you have a choice.

Sometimes.

Sometimes it's when you know you don't.

Nah don't move that bishop!

It's an obvious sucker bet.

If you don't y-y-you can have him in four moves.

If you do he's gonna have you in mate in one.

He doesn't see it.

Wouldn't matter if he did.

Elvis lets me win.

Everybody Iets me win

Wait a minute. You know this game?

You got three days.

I was thinking it would take me a week.

Oh you were thinking that were you?

With all your experience killing people?

I'll tell you what.

You win this game you got your week.

Hm.

So what's the plan with Yitzchok?

Was gonna play it by ear.

Well if it's all the same

And by the way he has shadows.

Shadows?

Bodyguards.

With him all the time.

Military.

Ex-lsraeli Mossad.

They go where he goes

round-the-clock... Ex-lsraeli Mossad.

Ex-lsraeli Mossad.

That doesn't sound good.

They Iive in the apartment next door

He wears a panic button on a chain

around his neck...

Looks Iike an ordinary Star of David

He presses that button

and well we all know how that ends.

What's this?

Oh God! No you didn't?

Get down!

Response time's gonna be

three to five seconds

He's gonna have to hit him

when he least expeccts it.

Where?

Where?

- The apartment.

How do I get in his apartment?

I can't just walk in the front door.

No I was thinking you'd use the back. door.

Then what?

He does the kid I do him.

I plant my gun. Clean no history.

And Yitzchok - fire a round

Take the clothes off - make it look Iike a

"You do me I do you we're both gay the

world doesn't understand us" double suicide.

And that's all there is to it.

Is that all there is to it?

Yeah. It's all there is to it.

Peww!

I'm not such a bad guy you know.

Some folks have grown pretty fat off me

Some have grown pretty dead.

You're a conundrum you.

You walk in here shooting your f***ing mouth off

like you don't give a f*** if it gets shot off

You can only kill me once.

Checkmate.

Nobody says I have to kill you quick.

Cat.

Mouse.

You've got three days.

Excuse me.

Who the f*** is this guy?

Dunno But whoever he is he's either in

very deep sh*t or I don't know what

because he's playing in the sandbox. with

the Darkies the Skullcaps and who knows who.

Call Murph and see if he got a match

on that photo Marty snapped.

Yes boss.

I want a complete rundown on this f***er.

Everything from A to Z.

Who he is. Who does he know?

The people he knows who do they know?

I want to know

what the f*** he is doing in my f***ing city.

What have you got?

- Get this.

The Kat's in town.

Goodkat?

It's the song junkies are singing.

- What's the happenstance?

Didn't know the happenstance.

Just said the word was the Kat's in town.

Um...who's er...who's Goodkat?

Real heavy hitter

The heaviest.

- He shows people die he vanishes.

No-one knows who he is or what he looks like.

And he hasn't worked New Y ork

in like two decades.

Just what we need

All right.

And get some different f***ing coffee in here

will you? I gotta get to the f***ing morgue.

Hey! I figured it out.

- Hey. What did you figure out?

You said that Slim Hopkins worked

for The Boss right?

Well listen.

The Rabbi also had a bookie - Benny Begin.

Benny's at the morgue.

Somebody killed him and his goons.

The morgue?

- Didn't I say I was a coroner?

No you didn't say you were a coroner.

Benny Begin - killed by a baseball.

My guess was a fastball.

Well either way it proves

that the good Lord has a sense of humour.

Good morning Detecctive.

- Morning.

You know this guy?

- Big-time bookie. Worked for The Rabbi.

Why do they call him The Rabbi?

- Because he's a rabbi.

Between you and me...

I used to sign my pay cheques over to him.

What about the other two?

Did you get anything on them yet?

These two were poisoned.

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