Mickey Blue Eyes Page #5

Tracked him and whacked him.

"Tracked him and whacked him."

So who's your guy?

He's a nobody.

Frankie, come on. We showed you ours.

What? We in the second grade?

He's a witness. I really can't talk about it.

Then we should get these guys

in the ground.

Good. Good to see you.

You too.

God bless. Take care.

Let's go. We gotta move him.

-Oh, my God.

-Come on. Come on!

-I gotta dig?

-You dig. It's your turn.

-You shot him.

-So? I whacked him, you dig.

You know what? I wish I was him.

No, you don't.

You're right. I wish you were him.

Here, here, here, here.

Wipe yourself.

-You got a $100 bill?

-Why?

Get in the car. Don't worry about it.

Look, one thing....

If any of this gets out...

...l'm the one that shot Johnny, okay?

Can we at least agree on that?

You got it.

You all right?

You got my messages?

You buried him and then you dug him up.

And now you don't know where he is.

No, not exactly.

Yeah, I got your messages.

How're you feeling?

Obviously, it's my first murder.

On top of which, I feel like I'm going crazy,

and I'm scared.

And the one person I wanna turn to...

...turns out to be a liar and a fraud.

Other than that--

I'm not a liar.

Yes, I am a liar.

Just let me--

I don't think I can. I'm sorry. I have to go.

Wait.

Hold out your hand.

Here.

Just hang on to it

till I've had a chance to explain.

Come over for lunch tomorrow

and I'll listen to what you have to say.

This is Patrick Richards

reporting from Central Park...

...where police found the body

of 31-year-old Jonathan Graziosi...

...son of reputed Mob boss Vito Graziosi.

Sources tell us the body was found

with a rolled-up $100 bill in one nostril...

...calling card of the notorious

Risolli crime family.

Johnny was at the beginning

of a flourishing art career.

Tony Risolli called. They wanna talk.

Okay. Set it up.

As soon as they pull up,

we should blow them away.

Let's listen to what they got to say.

Mr. Risolli says he swears

on the soul of his mother...

...he had nothing to do with this.

Then who?

A cop in the 20th precinct tipped us.

They towed Johnny's car from a building

on the Upper West Side.

That's the address.

Go.

No, wait.

You don't want everyone stomping around

up there, scaring people away.

How about I go in there

with a detective's badge?

You know, ask around. Keep it quiet.

We find the right zebra,

we tear him to pieces.

Tickle my tummy!

Which apartment was the old lady in

that saw us with Johnny?

Why?

They know he was here.

We need to talk to her about it.

What's that? What are you gonna do?

Please. I am not gonna hurt her.

-No, Listen--

-You can't--

-If we don't do this, we'll both die.

-Who is it?

Michael Felgate

and his harmless friend Frank.

Mrs. Horton, do not open--

What?

Mrs. Horton, he said,

"Please open the door."

You're Michael's friend?

The garbage helper?

Yes, the garbage helper.

Would you stop it?

What are you guys doing here?

Mr. Risolli thought we should check it out.

Hey, Mickey Blue!

Thank you very much.

If you remember anything else,

call that number.

We covered this place,

but most of the people are at work.

How about we grab some steak,

we all come back later this afternoon?

We look like we ever said no to a steak?

And I got the perfect place.

You'll love it, Frank.

Follow us.

Hey. Forget about it!

"Hey. Forget about it."

"Forget about it." No R's.

"Forget about it."

Now change the T's to D's.

"Forget about it."

"ld"?

You said change the T's to D's!

Not the last one.

Change them, but not the last one.

Wait, forget about it.

Stop.

Try this one here:

"Get the hell outta here." No Rs.

"Get the hell outta here."

Not "hee." "Here."

Keep your mouth shut and stick this

in your pants. Maybe you'll look the part.

Maybe I should just shoot Mrs. Horton...

...and save you going back with your rope.

-You thought that was to strangle her?

-What else?

Tie her up so I could take her to my cabin.

I mean, my God!

What kind of person do you think I am?

The kind of person who knows the trick

for carrying a dead body.

Oh, my God!

Hey, get outta here.

-No, just forget about it.

-"Forget about it."

No, I mean, shut up.

Please, shut up!

"Forget about it."

My God! I sold him the painting.

He knows who I am.

This can't be happening.

You gentlemen ready to order?

Just a salad and some mineral water.

I'm counting my cholesterol.

I'll have a sirloin, medium, fried onions,

baked potato with everything on it.

And a beer.

Same.

And you?

Same.

How you want your steak cooked?

Rare.

What?

Raw.

What?

Raw!

Raw?

Rare?

Rare.

And how about to drink?

Beer.

Another beer.

You talk funny.

You got any company

while you're in town?

Hey, Antoinette!

Come here.

This here's a good friend of ours.

Kansas City Little Big Mickey Blue Eyes.

Well, that's a mouthful.

Sit down. Say hi to the nice man.

Hi.

Mickey Blue Eyes.

Why do they call you that?

So what part of Kansas City?

-Are they taking care of you?

-Get back in your kitchen!

I want something, I'll ask!

Kansas City, here I come.

Rent GoodFellas, Casino,

Godfather l, ll, Ill....

Jesus Christ, it talks?

With an accent, no less.

What is that?

It's like a little recorder thing.

Got it off some British a**hole.

What an amazing coincidence.

Come for one of the famous steaks?

Is something queer going on?

Is this in any way connected

to that FBI business?

Philip, I can't explain at the moment.

What was going on

at the auction last night?

Why did you keep saying "ha"?

We were worried about you.

I'll have to explain later.

Oh, my God! I am so sorry.

This is all my fault.

I can't apologize enough--

Just a little screwup. But what the hell?

We got it under control.

Forget about it.

Why are you talking--

Shut up, a**hole! I had enough a you!

I said shut up! Get outta here!

All you British are the same!

You're all a**holes!

Go on! Get outta here!

A**hole.

-What are they doing?

-Talking to Kansas City.

They can't connect us to Johnny

if I get to the old lady first.

But she spends her afternoons

playing cards and comes home about 3:00.

What? What?

I missed meeting Gina for lunch.

Give her a call. Explain what happened.

It'll be okay.

Just wake up, Frank. It will not be okay!

I assaulted my boss, lost my fiance,

and your pals are going to kill me!

Of all the things it won't be,

"okay" pretty much tops the list.

You have to stay focused.

Focus on this. Gina won't forgive me.

Do you know why?

I lied to her. Her father's lied

to her all her life. And it hurts.

She told you that?

Yeah, and now it looks like I've lost

the only girl I've ever really loved.

As far as I'm concerned,

it's not bloody "okay" at all.

You can't go home.

I'm going to Gina's.

I should've told you everything

from the start.

But the whole thing snowballed,

and before I knew where I was...

...l was just buried in the whole thing.

But everything I did...

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