Murder, Inc. Page #2

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Don't you understand?

I don't wanna have | to work you over.

I like ya. | I'm lookin' to help ya.

You must be some kind | of jerk or somethin'.

What do you think? I gotta | come to you for the Sagejob?

There's nobody else? I know other guys. | But I wanna do you a favor.

But if you don't do it, | somebody else will.

So, uh, you know, | this way...

you don't do yourself no favor, | you don't do Sage no favor.

You don't say? | Well, I never-

Yeah, that's what you said | the last time.

But I don't believe ya anyway. | Oh, come on, now- Stop that.

- What do you say, Joe? | - Hey!

- Go ahead. You can tear | out the page yourself. | - What's the matter with you?

- You lousy crud.! | - Go ahead, rip it out.

Let me out ofhere.! | What are you, some kind of nut?

What's the matter with you, ya lousy crumb? | Who do you think you are-

- Hi. | - Hi, Joey.

- Hi. | - Well, hi. What you been doing?

- Nothing. | - Is that what you call it?

- What's wrong with my dancing? | - Well, you know what they say.

Love is blind. | No, I like your dancing.

Well, as long as I dance | better than you sing.

And my old man can beat up | your old man. So what?

- So kiss me. | - Hey, come here.

- You know something? | - What?

- I'm lucky. | - Yeah, I think you are. Why?

'Cause you can kiss | better than you dance.

- Whoo! | - Wait'll I get you home.

Joey, come here.

Come on.

Wait. I got good news for ya.

I just remembered, | I got wonderful news for all of ya.

You ready? The Depression | is practically over.

This afternoon, I saw a guy in the bread line | with an electric toaster under his arm.

And another news item today said that a | W.P.A. worker fell down and broke his neck.

"Really?" | Yeah.

"What happened?" | Funny you should ask.

It seems that the termites | ate his shovel out from under him.

Oh, there's so many things goin' on, | but we have to get our show under way...

and we have a wonderful | show planned for you.

I'm sorry this isn't it, but we're gonna do | our best with our lovely chorus of 50.

A few of'em are a little younger. | But we have a-

One dancer? I've heard of budgets, | but this is ridiculous.

We've only got one dancer, folks, | but she is a beaut.

I know. She dresses | in the room next to mine.

I think the walls in the joint are made of iron | or somethin'. You oughta see my knife.

- But she's gonna come out here | and dance her little head off.

I'll take what's left.

How about it, folks? | A nice, big, wonderful welcome...

for a very talented and pretty young lady, | Miss Kay Patrick.

Boy, if that dancer had any talent, | it must be in her grandmother's name.

You know, Joey, it's- Hey, come to think of it, | what are you doin' around here?

And what's this bit | of sneakin' around backstage?

- I'd like to talk to you. | - Come on, Joey.

All right, I'm here. | Talk to me.

- I'd like to talk private to you. | - You know I can't talk private.

We got a show goin' on. | I gotta hang around here.

Can we go in your office?

I don't know. You-

Boy, you look like this is | a serious thing with you.

It is.

Well, I'm your friend. | Okay, come on. Let's go.

You know, my office | is way across the alley over there.

Gee, why do you pick | a time like this to- I don't know-

It's right over here. | I don't understand why...

if you've got something to ask me, | you can't ask me...

when we got plenty of time | instead of-

- Joey? Hey! | - Hi, Walter.

- Hi. | - How ya been?

- I'm all right. | - It's nice seein' ya.

Okay.

Hey. Hey, Joey.

Listen, you wanna | get a laugh?

Guess who popped up?

Your friend, that comic, | uh, Walter Sage.

Yeah, he popped right up | out of the lake.

What do you think | of that?

Uh, "Despite the numerous | punctures in the body...

and the heavy slot machine | used as a weight...

the body did not lose its buoyancy | and rose to the surface."

See, with a bum like that, you | gotta be a doctor, or else he floats.

- You swore you were | only gonna rough him up. | - Well, that's all we did.

But, you see, the man was in | delicate health. He couldn't take it.

He couldn't take an ice pick | in the gut, huh?

- Shut up. | - Why? Why did you kill him?

He had bad breath. | Now, you listen to me.

This is it.

From this, | you take no walks.

Stay in line, | keep your mouth shut...

or you get killed...

and the wife too.

Huh?

- Eadie? | - That's right- Eadie.

Huh? | That's the whole story.

Listen, uh, where is Eadie? | You know, I haven't seen her...

seven, eight years, | must be longer.

- Nice girl. A little tall. | - Come on. Let's go.

You know, at one time- | Take it easy, will ya? | What's the rush?

I just wanna talk to her, | say hello.

Will ya come on?

Hey. Hey, you remember me? | Abe Reles.

You remember. Kid Twist.

- The fella with the | chocolate twist candies. | - What is he doing here?

Nothin'. Nothin'. I just come up to say | congratulations, that's all.

Joey's a friend of mine, | and I'd like to congratulate you.

Come on, Reles. | Let's go, huh? Come on.

Sure. | Nice talkin' to you.

- That's a nice girl. | She hasn't changed much. | - Joey!

- What kind of business are you mixed up in? | - No kind of business, honey.

- Please tell me! I want to know! | - What's all the excitement here?

- I just came up to pay a friendly visit. | - Get out of here!

Take it easy, Eadie. | Just take it easy.

- What's your problem? | - What do you have to do with Joey?

What are you worried | so much aboutJoey for?

- He's a big man. He's a citizen. | - And you're scum!

Now, wait a minute. | You know, you got a big mouth.

- Come on, will you, Reles? | - No, no, no. She's got a big mouth.

I told you to get out!

What are you, | some kind of nut?

Who are you? What are you? | What do you think, you're a princess?

Can't talk English, | you're tellin'me to get out. No.

This is Brownsville. | And you know what?

It stinks, but I own it. And around here, | nobody tells me what to do.

Now, you get smart, go back in the bedroom | and do something with yourself.

- Fix your hair or somethin'! | - That's my wife you're talkin' to!

- Yeah? So what? | - So what? So this ain't Brownsville.

This is my house and it's my wife, | and don't you forget it, you hear?

- Nah, I won't forget it. | - Let's go, now.

Yeah.

You know what? | I ain't even mad.

I'm gonna tell you | somethin' about women.

I never met one that didn't need a rap | on the head, and pretty often.

- How are you, Mrs. Corsi? | - Well, how should I be?

How about | a strawberry malted with-

Hey!

- Two scoops of ice cream. | - You want an egg?

Uh, why not?

Mrs. Corsi, I was up | the block a little while | ago checkin'with your neighbors.

Lace it with rat poison.

Let me go!

Sorry I dirtied | your dishes.

That's all right.

I've been lookin' for Reles. | Has he been here?

This look like a hotel? | You think I keep a register?

- Just asking. | - Stop asking.

Every cop with a big nose end up in | Staten Island shootin' Indians, ain't it so?

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