Murder, Inc. Page #5

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'cause I have | a pre-ulcer condition...

and I need | a very rigid diet.

I'll write it all out | for you.

Now, Mendy and I | have some business together.

Private business.

Go on.

It's legal. | You're married.

Now!

Relax yourself.

You gotta get rid | ofJoe Rosen.

- All right, Lep. | - Right away...

before he spills he guts | to Dewey and the grand jury.

- Should we wait for Reles? | - Wait for nobody.

I want you | to take care of it now.

- All right. | - Handle it personally, Mendy.

It's no problem, Lep. | I can handle it.

It's incredible.

I make one mistake-

I take pity on one | miserable schmuck!

Well, this is the result.

Can't you wear a dress like | a proper young lady should, huh?

Go on. Cover yourself up. | Let's have a little decency around here.

It's too hard.

I said two minutes.

Do I have to get you a stopwatch | so you can tell two minutes?

What's the matter | with you, huh?

What kind of a girl are you?

You can't cook.

You don't talk. | I don't understand you.

What did they teach you | over there in Europe?

- To be civilized. | - What?

You think I don't know two minutes | when I taste it, huh?

I told you a hundred times | I have to be on a special diet.

I got the most delicate stomach | in the world!

Now, go back | and bring me another egg.

Two minutes!

Answer it.

Be careful.

- Yes? | - It's Mendy.

Did you take care | ofJoe Rosen?

Just the way you wanted.

The back of the head.

- Rosen is dead. | - He's dead.

Joe Rosen is dead?

Oh, Mendy!

You're a good boy.

Lepke on the lam became the subject...

of one of the most intensive manhunts | in the history of crime.

The newspapers labeled him | "Most Wanted Criminal In America."

And for the first time | in its history...

the New York Police | set up a special squad...

to track down | one single fugitive.

Well! What are you made up for?

- When do you sail? | - Albert.

- Nice of you to come and visit. | - Nice to see you.

- You know where I've been? | - Yeah, sure.

We had a meet | in Hot Springs.

All the big guys | were there.

They said to say hello | for them.

- They sure miss you. | - That's nice to know.

Ah, but it wasn't | like the old days.

Without Lepke, | the judge presidin'-

It wasn't like old times. | You got a lot of friends, Lep.

Also nice to know.

Lep, we, uh- | We come to a decision.

- You gotta go in. | - Go in?

Lep, listen, | it's your own rule.

"No man is bigger | than the Syndicate."

You said that.

The heat is on | all over the country.

We got word that it's not | gonna let up until you go in.

I just walk into | the nearest police station, huh?

And say, "Here I am. I'm Lepke."

Did you and my other good friends figure out | what's gonna happen to me then?

- Listen, Lep- | - You listen to me.

I know too much.

I got too much | on too many people.

Big shots, politicians. | I'm poison to them.

Do you think they're gonna | let me live long enough to stand trial?

I don't play patsy for nobody, | and that's a basic fact.

Nobody wants you | to play patsy.

You don't walk into | any police station.

You go into the feds. | We got it all fixed.

You plead guilty to that | interstate commerce thing.

Lazlo says | it's a two-year rap, tops.

By that time, | Dewey'll be out of business.

- Lep? | - What?

Nobody's gonna find you.

You just stay here.

Albert, if I walk | into the feds...

there's got to be no "ifs," | "buts" or "maybes."

- It's got to be a deal! | - Take my word for it.

I'm not gonna do anything | to hurt you.

You know that, Lep. | The fix is in.

You've got a deal.

But there was no deal.

The Syndicate had never intended | to make a deal.

Dewey prosecuted Lepke | in New York for extortion.

Sentence:
30 years to life.

So, by early 1940, | Lepke seemed to be gone for good.

Apermanent guest | of the American taxpayer.

This way to the city dump.

Sorry.

Am I in your way, | fella?

Oh, listen, | when that new guy-

Oh, what's his name? | Turkus!

When he gets here, | tell him I left.

I had an appointment | with him an hour ago.

Burton. Burton Turkus.

Oh, that's a great handle | for an assistant D.A. in Brooklyn.

Burton Turkus.

On Pitkin Avenue | it'll be Boiton Toikus.

I think I | like that better.

- Hold it? | - What am I supposed to do with this?

Stand up a minute, please.

Thank you.

When the crusader gets back | from polishing his armor, | tell him I left.

- Tell him who left? | - Lieutenant Detective William Flaherty Tobin.

Oh. Oh, I'm glad to know ya. | I'm Turkus.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah. I'm sorry | I was late.

I've been diggin' | among the dead bodies.

I got 200 unsolved | murders in there.

That goes back | only two years.

Chief Kirk said | you forgot these.

Oh, thank you. | This is Miss Shaw.

Miss Shaw, this is | Lieutenant Detective...

William Flaherty Tobin.

- Hi. | - Hi to you, Miss Shaw.

What's that on your face?

- Blood from the files. | - Ah.

I asked the commissioner | for somebody who knew Brownsville.

I guess | you're the expert.

I'll show you.

This is what I walked into.

Every one of those pins | is an unsolved murder.

- What do I do about that? | - When?

- Now. | - Send out for more pins.

You seem to be a little bit cynical, | Lieutenant. Why is that?

Past experience | with your predecessors.

You all start out eager beaver, | but when the chips are down...

when the pressure comes in, | you fade.

Pressure.

Every now and then | we get a hood, cold turkey.

We got everything- | evidence, witnesses, the works.

And then it happens. | The evidence gets lost...

the witnesses disappear, | and the word comes down to lay off.

"The word comes down"? | From where?

Valhalla.

- Never heard of it. | - You will.

- Now, what do you want from me? | - Advice.

My advice wouldn't | buy ya a subway ride.

Well, then, uh, action.

You must have some ideas.

This would be a good time | for you to stop griping...

and do something, | if you know how.

- I know how. | - Uh-huh.

- Play dirty. | - Hmm?

Show the neighborhood what they are- | bums, punks, hoodlums.

Drag 'em in off the streets, | pile 'em in paddy wagons...

slap cuffs on 'em the minute | they show their noses.

And how does that help | solve those murders?

Keep up the pressure. Just keep it up. | Sooner or later...

one of the weak ones'll crack, | and that'll split the dam.

Now, that's | a good way to start.

Lieutenant, how much | help do you need?

How much help can I get?

How much help | do you need?

What's Lazlo doing?

He says he can spring you, | but it'll take time.

I got a million dollars.

- Why should it take time? | - We're working on it.

I've been reading | about this guy Turkus.

Is he for real?

Poison. He's like hell.

Mendy...

I got a funny feeling.

I want you to handle | a special contract for me.

- Okay, Lep. | - I keep worrying aboutJoe Rosen.

I made a mistake.

I got personally involved, | and there are...

too many people in a position | to link me up with it.

- No one's gonna talk. | - Too-

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