Murder, Inc. Page #3

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- It could happen. | - "It could happen." Sure it can happen.

So mind your business | and don't ask questions.

- I got a job to do. | - Ajob.

Sure. | You gotta do a job.

Here's a pencil. | Go write tickets.

Go ask the others | who got stores.

Ask Albrazzio, | the shoemaker.

Ask Albrazzio what happened to him | when the cops came.

They said...

"Don't pay protection, Albrazzio. | We protect you."

So Albrazzio, | the dumb idiot...

he doesn't pay.

Two days later, he's in the hospital, | every bone in his body broken.

And Levey the tailor.

First come the cops, | next come the Mob.

So they pour acid on every suit | he's got hanging in his shop.

They smash his machine | right in open daylight.

And where are the cops? You tell me. | Where are the cops?

What are you giving me, | Mrs. Corsi? We came.

- Nobody would talk. | - Oh, sure.

With the teeth kicked in your mouth, | who'd wanna talk?

No. Leave us alone. | We don't want no cops.

- How's your malted? | - Pretty good.

- I had it with an egg. | - Oh, yeah?

Hey, that's good. | That's nourishing that way.

Hello, Joey.

You playing | in a kids' band?

I don't play | in anybody's band.

Oh, that's right. | You're a singer.

That's a good thing | to remember.

I've been lookin' | for you, Reles.

I'm takin'you in.

Hey, uh, you got a warrant?

Oh, yeah. | Never without one.

Oh. In again, | out again, Finnegan.

Well, here's | a familiar face.

What do you say there? | Keepin' ya busy?

- Do we book him? | - Routine questioning.

Just a minute, | Lieutenant Tobin.

Oh, you got here fast, | Mr. Lazlo.

I'd like to talk | with my client.

- Are you booking him? | - I might.

- What are the charges? | - Throwing garbage out the window.

Have you got a witness?

That's a misdemeanor. | To book, you've gotta have a witness.

Now, you know that, | Lieutenant.

Come on. | Give me the rest of it.

Habeas corpus. You got the whole | caboodle goin' for ya, don't ya?

- Signed byJudge Pearsons. | - Yeah.

Pending a hearing | on this application...

you can't even ask | Mr. Reles if it's raining.

We can go now, | Mr. Reles.

- Nice seeing you. | - You'll need this for your file, Lieutenant.

Say, Mr. Lazlo, look. | I didn't get a chance inside. Abe Reles.

Uh, thank Lep | for sending you down.

I've heard about you for years, | and you do a real nice job.

I'd like to say it's been | a pleasure workin' with you.

I've heard about | you too, Mr. Reles.

- I'm sure we'll be working together again. | - Yeah, fine.

Look, maybe | I'll buy you a drink, huh?

Thank you. | I'd sooner be found dead.

Wait a minute. Uh, what do you mean by that, | "you'd sooner be found dead"?

That was a figure | of speech, Mr. Reles.

Don't get any ideas.

Your friends are waiting | for you in the car.

Operator?

- Hello, Panto. | - What, you too?

- Ah, beat it, will ya, Louie? | - Ah, take it easy, Panto.

Don't get excited. You know me, Panto. | I got no argument with you.

I just come over to talk, | and you gotta listen to what I say.

Now, listen.

The boss says he'll stake you to a grand if you | look for a job someplace not on the docks.

You tell that guy | I'm makin' no deals, Louie.

Cut it out, man. | Use your head.

It's for your own good, | I'm tellin' ya.

- Look, how do you want me- | - Now, look, you don't | want no more trouble.

Neither does the boss. | Now, listen to what I say.

- Look, leave me alone. | - Do like the boss wants | and take the thousand.

Look, leave me alone.

- Panto, I'm tellin' you, | it's for your own good. | - That's it. No more.

- You don't wanna do it, | I don't know how to tell you. | - I know how to tell you.

You go back there and tell 'em that's it. | That's the-

- Panto, let me talk to you for a second. | - What-

I'm coming.

All right, all right.

- What do you want? | - I wanna talk to you.

I want- | You know what I want?

I wanna get somethin' | straight in my mind.

Now, what was that | all about the other day? | Why did you insult me?

- Did I ever bother you? | - You better get out of here.

Get out? | I just got here!

I just wanted to talk to you. | What's the matter?

You're too good for me? | What are you runnin' for?

- Come over here! | What are you runnin' for? | - Don't touch me!

Touch ya. | I'll touch ya.

I'll touch ya good.

Eadie?

Eadie, where are you?

Eadie, what happened?

Reles.

His hands.

His fingers. | His dirty fingers.

I'll kill him!

Don't leave me.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Oh, Eadie.

What am I gonna have to do?

Well, how- | how did he get in here?

The doorbell rang.

- I thought it was you. | - Well, you shouldn't have let him in.

You know he's a maniac.

Oh, what's wrong with me?

Am I just like they are?

Is there somethin' | missin' in me?

I keep tellin' myself over and over again, | "Stay away from those guys.

They're no good!" | And that Reles!

And yet- | And yet tonight, I see him...

and he gives me a couple of dollars | just to drive a car up to the Bronx.

That's all. Just drive a car | up to the Bronx.

Well, I'm drivin' along...

and I turn around | and I look...

and on the floor | is a dead man.

A dead man?

Oh, no, Joey!

He got to us both.

Let's run, Joey.

Run where? Where can we run? | We're in too deep.

- They're not gonna let us go. | - He'll have to find us first.

Honey, don't you understand? | They will find us.

- They're gonna find us | and they're gonna kill us. | - He's killing us now!

Look, less than a minute ago, | you said you were going to kill him.

- I know, Eadie. I know. | - I'm sorry, Joey.

You're not one like them. | You couldn't kill anyone.

- Thank God for that. | - Eadie-

But we've got to do something. | Run. Save ourselves.

- Eadie, as soon as the time is right- | - There's no other way, is there?

As soon as it's right, when I think we | at least got a fighting chance.

Until then?

Well, until then, | we're just-

we're just gonna have | to live with it.

We live with it?

What can I do, Eadie? | What can I do?

- You mean anytime- | - There's so many-What can I do?

- Don't you understand? | - Get away from me!

- What can I do? | - Get out of here! Get out of here!

Since when are you in | the docking business, Lepke?

Well, I'm just doing a favor | for a mutual friend.

Anastasia.

He asked me to act | as an impartial mediator.

- What are you mediating? | - The strike.

- What strike? | - The strike that | the union's going to call.

Strike against me?

Well, not against me.

Nobody told me anything | about a strike.

Nobody knows about it | except the union...

Albert A. and me.

But the strike | will be called.

They're going to ask for a wage raise | of 20 cents an hour.

- They're crazy. | - They'll get it.

- I wouldn't bet on it. | - Ah. They'll get it.

Unless, of course, | I mediate.

I'm told that a 20 cents | an hour wage increase...

will cost your company | $50,000 a year.

- We can't afford it. | - Naturally.

Look, it's a ridiculous demand. | That's why you need a mediator.

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