Murder, Inc. Page #6

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Too many people.

I don't trust any of | those Brownsville bums.

That's the contract.

- The Brownsville crowd. | - Anyone who was near the apartment.

Reles?

Well, let's see.

There's The Bug and Alpert.

Those, uh, married kids...

Joey and his wife.

Both of them.

But there's Louie. | Louie's my man.

He's okay.

For now, leave Louie. | But the others...

I want you | to handle them personally.

Mendy, | don't miss on this one.

I got that funny feeling | in my stomach again.

It's no problem, Lep.

No problem.

He's been around the neighborhood | for a long time.

- This is, uh- | - May I see Mr. Turkus?

I'm sorry. He's in the middle | of a meeting now.

Couldn't you | come back later?

- I don't think I would. | - He's very busy-

- Miss Shaw, have the lady come in. | - Come in.

May I help you? | I'm Turkus.

Won't you sit down?

I'm Eadie Collins, Joey's wife.

Oh, he's one of the guys | we picked up yesterday.

Oh. Well, Mrs. Collins, | if it's about releasing your husband-

I don't want you | to release him.

Well, what do you want?

I want you to hold him.

I want you to make him talk.

About what?

He is-

He never killed anyone. | He couldn't kill anyone.

He just couldn't.

But he went along.

Make him tell you. You must | make him tell you everything.

Mrs. Collins, | do you real-

I know what I'm saying.

Joey was along | when they killed.

I never knew who.

Joey never told me.

But he was with Reles | when Reles killed.

And Bug Workman with Red Alpert | when he killed, with Mendy Weiss.

- I want you to hold Joey Collins, | Alpert and Bug Workman. | - Joey was along.

What?

Sprung, the three of them.

Reles is coming on | the 5:00 train from Baltimore.

Mrs. Collins, how would you know | a thing like that?

- I know a lot more. | - You mentioned Mendy Weiss.

- Who is Mendy Weiss? | - He's Lepke's man.

How does Lepke, uh, | come into this?

He came in the door | like a king-

a king with a hole | in his stomach.

All the time he stayed, | I was his housemaid.

Two-minute eggs.

I boiled a thousand | two-minute eggs...

and never did it right once.

Funny, isn't it?

Such a delicate little stomach | in a monster like that.

Yes. Mrs. Collins, | what was the connection...

between the Brownsville gang | and Lepke?

They are Lepke's | private killers.

An army of paid killers.

Don't let her | out of your sight.

We picked up Reles as he | stepped off the train from Baltimore.

But Lepke's contract for The Bug | had already been executed.

Red Alpert. | His trademark.

First The Bug, | now Alpert.

Looks like somebody else | is looking for the same guys we are.

Yeah, and doin' a better job | of findin' 'em first.

- Too late for a cup of coffee? | - Not for you, Joey.

- I won't be too long. | - That's all right.

You take your time.

I don't know why I bother | to close up.

I gotta be back | in four hours.

Here you are, Rose. | Good night.

Good night, Joey.

Oh, Rose, I need | a pack of cigarettes.

Oh, so big. You got nothin' smaller? | I closed my register.

I'll tell you what. You take the pack. | You pay me tomorrow.

You're a good boy, Joey. | You I trust.

You can at least tell me | what you're holding me for.

If this is a pinch, | I got a right to know, don't I?

I got a right | to call a lawyer.

Well, don't I?

Aw, come on, will ya? | What are you holding me for?

Come in, Mrs. Collins.

Hey, what are you | doin' here?

Hey, what's the big idea? | What'd you pick her up for?

Well, come on, you guys. | What'd you pick her up for?

No matter what she tells you, it won't do | any good, 'cause she doesn't know anything.

Look, if she told you anything, | it'd be a lie.

- Why would she lie, Joey? | - How do I know why she'd lie?

- What did she tell you? | - She told us about Lepke.

Well, she doesn't know | anything about Lepke.

- I dreamed it. | - Yeah, she dreamed it.

Look, Mr. Turkus, | let me tell you something.

You can't believe a thing she says. | She's had a terrible experience.

She wakes up in the middle | of the night, and she's shaking all over...

and cryin' and- | and sometimes screamin'.

She dreams crazy, | wild things. Why-

Why, I think | she's really sick.

My poor, scared, | littleJoey.

- The photo lab just sent these over. | - Thank you.

- Your office called, Lieutenant. | No word yet on Mendy Weiss. | - Thanks.

Well, it's been | a big night in Brownsville.

Have a look. | Two friends of yours.

Red Alpert and The Bug.

Who did it, Joey?

- I don't know. | - No idea?

It's too bad...

'cause whoever did it to them | is gonna do it to you.

Why?

I don't know.

We've got Reles.

We're holding him.

I wanna see him.

Hey, Joe.

- What'd they pick you up for? | - The Bug's been hit.

- What? | - Red Alpert's been hit too.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Somebody's connin'ya. | - No, nobody's connin' me.

I saw pictures of'em. | They're both dead.

No, no.

Somebody hit from the ring.

No. Oh, no.

I wanna tell ya somethin', Reles. | I've been waitin' for this.

- I'm gonna put you where they are. | - You're gonna what?

For what you did to Eadie, | I'm gonna put you in the chair...

I'm gonna turn the juice on, | and I'm gonna watch you fry!

Take it easy. You're losin' your head. | You gotta take your time.

- Oh, no, l- | - You dirty rat!

I'm gonna get you, Reles!

I'm gonna watch you fry!

All right, all right, | all right.

Turkus.

- Thanks. | - Oh!

It worked.

Looks like we got | ourselves a canary.

Joey?

Bigger.

- You wanted to see me. | - You're Turkus?

Well, you don't look | like no hotshot.

This time of day, | who does?

You don't look so tough.

- Well, in here, who does? | - Mm-hmm.

- What did you wanna see me about? | - I thought, uh...

we'd talk over | our little deal.

We don't have any deal.

Yeah, but I thought maybe | we could work one out.

- You think so? | - Yeah.

'Cause I got plenty to say | you wanna hear.

What about? Murder?

Could be.

Lepke?

- Could be. | - Well, what's the deal?

A simple deal. | I'll sing.

I'll testify in court. | I'll give you the whole works.

You guarantee me protection, | then I walk outta here clean...

then you give me six months | to get outta the country.

I can sing pretty good.

I got a cage full of canaries | who sing pretty good.

What, that Eadie?

Why don't you talk serious?

She ain't seen nothin'.

She got a big mouth, | but what comes out, that's nothin'.

Well, I've gotJoey. | He sings pretty good.

I wanna ask ya somethin'.

- You think I'm a dope? | - No.

Because that would be a big mistake | if you thought I was a dope.

'Cause I know a lot.

You know, you'd be surprised | how much I know about your business.

- Tell me about it. | - All right.

You takeJoey. | He testifies. All right.

He's singin' in court that he drove | the car the night I hit, uh...

Dick Tracy- somebody, right?

- You can't touch me on that. | - Why not?

'Cause you got | no corroboration.

Joey's what you call an accomplice, | and you can't convict...

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