Mr. Majestyk Page #3

It's over the toilet.

Tomorrow night you'll be in Mazatln.

Your house is all set. It's on the beach.

Everything's all ready.

- A regular vacation.

- Yep.

You having a good time?

I could use a rest.

That stunt hitting that bus...

took a couple of years off me, man.

- Where is he?

- Got a couple of beers?

- Where is he?

- Want a beer?

- Where is he?

- He turned himself in.

They're holding him in Edna, last I heard.

- A tight fit, but all the comforts of home.

- We're not home, my love.

- He is.

- Frank.

He's in jail. You're free.

We can go anywhere you want.

There's only one thing I want.

So he gets out of jail, you have him killed.

Same difference. Dude's dead.

I said I want him, you understand?

I want to look him in the face...

hold a piece against his gut...

and when I know that he's sure...

I'm gonna kill him.

Can I ask you a question?

Are you going to walk in

and ask the cops for a visitor's pass?

How will you get close to the dude?

You find that sucker he hit.

Tell him to drop the complaint,

it was all a mistake.

- Suppose he doesn't want to do that?

- I said tell him, not ask him!

Then we get a couple of our people.

You find him, you call me...

I come up...

I'll have a talk with him, and it's done.

Frank, there's a dozen guys who'd do it,

guys who the cops aren't waiting to bust.

I said I want him!

Me!

Hey, I never killed anybody

for free before, see?

But this one,

I'm doing as a special favor to myself!

And that's before I go to Mazatln,

or lie on any beach.

Am I getting through to you?

- You got anything more on Majestyk?

- No, not much.

High school education,

truck driver, farm laborer.

He was in the army three years.

A Ranger instructor at Fort Benning.

Was captured in Vietnam...

escaped with four enemy prisoners.

Got a Silver Star.

Man doesn't fool, does he?

I don't know. Let's find out.

Okay, Ben.

Have a seat.

I've been sitting for four days.

I guess another day won't matter.

When do I go to trial?

The guy you hit, Bobby Kopas...

dropped the charges.

Well...

- Why'd he do that?

- Said he thought it over.

Wasn't important enough

to waste a lot of time in court.

You think that's the reason?

Lieutenant, whatever the reason,

it's all right with me...

as long as I get back to my place.

Maybe you'd better stay here.

Now why would I do a dumb thing like that?

Because Frank Renda's

still walking around free.

Yeah, I know.

The eyeball witness who saw Renda

commit murder was a police officer.

He was killed when Renda escaped.

No witness, no case.

You've given Renda a real good reason

to want to kill you.

And I can't think of anything

that would stop him from trying.

So you want me as bait.

You don't let me go unless I hang around

and let him take a whack at me?

Something like that.

Why is it that I get a feeling from you

that you hope he pulls it off...

just so you can nail him for murder.

That did enter my mind...

but we'll settle for attempted.

As I remember it...

you're the one

who wanted to make the deal...

so you could go home

and pick your melons.

All right, go pick them.

- How did you sleep?

- Too long.

Man, you needed it.

I tried again this morning,

it's the same thing.

Nobody wants to work for us.

I talked to Julio, Tomas, some of the others.

What's going on?

Julio says, "Man, I don't have

a crew for you, that's all."

- Julio can get as many men as he wants.

- I know it.

He sends them away, says they are no good.

That girl, Nancy Chavez...

if she wasn't here,

we wouldn't have nobody.

She got more of her friends to work for us.

But we've got to get a crew,

or we'll never get it done.

I even have my wife

and the children working.

Well...

I hope you have better luck than me.

7-8 to base.

He just drove out in his truck, heading west.

I got him.

Julio.

Hey, Vince, they let you out, man!

- That's great.

- I've been looking for you.

Why can't you get me a crew?

Hell, man, you've been in jail.

Mendoza hasn't. He told me you

turned him down the last two mornings.

It's the time of the year, Vince.

I've got too much business.

Other people ask first.

I'm asking you now for tomorrow morning.

Twenty people. $1.40 an hour.

Vince, I got crews signed

for more than a week.

You're just too late, amigo, that's all.

What about you? Will you give me a crew?

Maybe in 10 days.

I can't promise you nothing right now.

What the hell is this?

A stickup?

What do you want, a bonus? What?

Vince, it's not the money.

How can we get you people

if we don't have any?

Hey, Julio...

what the hell is the problem?

Vince, will you listen to me?

I got to work for a living.

I can't do it from no damn hospital,

you understand?

Okay. This I understand.

Okay.

Vince...

Next season, okay, amigo?

If he's still around.

Hey, I hear you're looking for a crew.

Maybe I could get you some winos.

Maybe I can fix it

so you'll never smile again.

Touch me, you'll be back in jail before noon.

Hey, why did you drop the complaint?

I'm being a good neighbor.

And you think I'm pulling something?

Now, why would you think that?

Seeing me lose my crop?

You know, I think you're mixed up.

Standing there in deep sh*t...

and all you're worried about

is your melon crop.

You've been talking to somebody?

- Yeah, who you got in mind?

- He get you to drop the complaint?

I'm tired of talking to you.

But I'll tell you one thing.

Somebody's gonna set your ass on fire,

and I'm gonna be there to watch.

Real nice, bigmouth. Real nice.

I had to give him one.

The son of a b*tch.

Hey, Frank. Smooth flight?

Yeah.

- Rough?

- How are you doing?

Okay. Hey, Wiley, how're you doing?

Your lawyer had to put up a bond...

you gotta appear at a hearing,

but nothing to nail you with.

- God!

- See?

Nothing like a little dumb luck.

What do you mean, "luck"?

The secret is, never run

until you know you're being chased.

- And have a fast lawyer available all times.

- Real fast.

Your lawyer's waiting

at the lodge he rented for you.

- Hey.

- He wants to talk to you.

What about my melon picker?

They turned him loose. The question now

is, what do the cops have in their minds?

No, the question is, what's he doing?

He's around. We just saw him.

Probably at home waiting on you.

Mr. Renda...

I was wondering if, when you finish him off,

you'd let me put a couple of slugs in him?

Who's this a**hole?

This is our friend Bobby Kopas,

the fellow Majestyk hit.

He's making sure nobody works for him,

so there won't be a crowd around there.

- You know him good?

- Well, I know he's a stuck-up son of a b*tch.

Got a few melons

and thinks he's a big grower.

How long has he lived here?

Too long.

It seems that I ask you questions,

and you don't answer them.

I'll try you again.

- Would you show me where he lives?

- Yes, sir, any time.

- Right now?

- You bet.

We're up to it now, Mr. Renda.

Sir.

- You said no one was working for him.

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