Next of Kin Page #3

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Pay me $65 a month.

Forty-two dollars a week, $6.50 a day.

Cash up in front.

No cash, no flop.

Hell...

...I used to pay only 25 for

a whole month's rent back home.

Yeah, well, friend,

you're in Chicago now...

...so you better get used to

those high prices.

You fellers better work on that.

Howdy.

I need to talk to Johnny lsabella.

I heard this is his club.

No?

Okay.

So how you boys doing?

Hey, you ain't gambling, are you?

You don't see no money on the table,

do you?

- What'd he say?

- That we're gambling.

Just a friendly little game, huh?

How we doing?

Good old Vinny. Who's Vinny?

Whoever you are, you're kicking ass.

Of course, it don't mean nothing,

does it? Just for fun, right?

That's right.

Yeah.

- And lsabella ain't here, huh?

- Nope.

And no idea where to find him?

Damn shame because all I wanted to do

was talk to the man.

Hey, I'm John lsabella.

What do you want?

- So, what can I do for you?

- My name is Truman Gates.

I'm the brother of the Northside

employee who was killed August 8.

One week before you took over

the company.

I'm sorry. I didn't know anything

about anyone being killed.

As for my taking over Northside,

that's no big secret.

We've been after George Miller

for five years to let me buy him out.

It was a good deal for both of us too.

Needs oregano.

You should check with George

about all that.

But as for a murder in a truck...

I didn't say anything about a truck.

I must have read about it, something.

I really don't remember.

But if you're insinuating that

I had your brother killed...

Let me make something clear.

I don't operate that way.

To you, I may look like Al Capone

and God knows who. I don't know.

I'm a businessman...

...like any other businessman.

No better, no worse.

And I'll tell you something else.

I don't need to go around killing people

to get what I want.

Let me tell you a story, Mr. Isabella.

Years ago, my uncle

was shot and killed.

His wife was pregnant at the time

and she saw it happen.

But when the sheriff

asked her who did it...

...she just pointed here

and said, "He knows.

And someday he'll settle it. "

And 16 years later, he did.

Good story.

I hope it's not a threat.

I got three counties worth of kin...

...that expect a certain amount

of justice for that death.

I'm just trying to save both of us

a lot of bloodletting.

So, what exactly

do you want from me?

I want you to turn over

the man who did it to the police.

- You serious?

- Yes, sir.

First off,

I didn't have anybody murdered.

But if I did...

...I'd never turn them over

to the police.

I'm real sorry you feel that way,

Mr. Isabella.

Hey, Gates.

I'm truly sorry about your brother.

- Too bad.

- Oh, no, sir.

We ain't seen bad yet. But it's coming.

Don't kill me.

- How'd you know I was out there?

- Smelled you.

God f***ing damn!

- You planning on taking on an army?

- Maybe.

- What's your name?

- Harold.

Harold.

- How'd you like to make $20, Harold?

- What I gotta do?

Know how to use a telephone?

Yeah.

If I'm not back by morning, call my kin.

- Hi. No, thank you.

- No?

Look, I'm gonna take this upstairs

to Joey and show it to him, all right?

What?

- That's not a good idea.

- Why? What...?

All right.

What the f***?

Hey, it got dark.

- I'll be right back. Stay right there.

- Okay.

It's your dime.

- What'd you do, stupid?

- I didn't do nothing. Why blame me?

- I wish you'd break your ankle.

- Hey, f*** you.

Hey, what the f*** is going on down

here? That's what I wanna know.

I don't know, boss. Leo screwed up.

What the f*** happened

to all the lights?

We thought maybe you.

Let's go finish eating. Come on.

Just turn around

and join your buddies.

Real easy like.

Everybody get down on the floor,

face first.

Now!

Trying to rob this place?

You know who owns it?

Johnny lsabella.

That mean anything to you?

It means I got me the right place.

Now, get your butt down.

- Hey, who are you? What do you want?

- Get down, goddamn it.

My name's Briar Gates.

I want the man who killed my brother.

Let's put our thinking caps on, boys.

I don't have all night.

- You son of a...

- Sh*t!

F***!

How's your memory doing now, boys?

Gerald Gates.

- Shot in the back of one of your trucks.

- Nobody knows about your brother.

You just made the worst mistake

of your life!

No, sir. I think you did.

I told you, nothing kinky.

This is kinky!

Since you can't do anything,

I called the cops.

Fair warning, boys.

Till I find out who killed my brother...

...working around here

is just gonna be no fun at all.

He's dead. He is dead!

Look at my suit!

You know how this makes me feel?

This makes me feel foolish!

- You know who did it?

- Yeah.

We know.

Looks like you fellas

had a little trouble.

Yeah. Well, it looks worse

than it really is, Gates.

And that's why you ain't

pressing charges against my brother.

Did I say it was your brother?

Who said it was your brother?

Well, yes, well...

See, the cops asked me what he said

and I said his name was...

Sounded like it.

Couldn't be sure.

It was a misunderstanding.

Briar hates Chinese food.

- It sets him off.

- Yeah, well, like I just said...

...it was a little misunderstanding.

With who, I don't know.

We got it worked out.

Hey, we don't wanna press charges.

You're gonna take care of it, then?

- Yeah, we'll take care of it.

- For your sake, I hope so.

Because you mess with my brother,

you mess with me.

F***ing hillbillies.

- I don't like this, Joey.

- PappaJohn.

They're nothing.

They plow rocks for a living.

Interesting.

The same thing was said

about our own people in Sicily.

Settle this. Now.

Find him. Take care of him.

I don't care if you have to

go through every flophouse in uptown.

Pick it up. Pick it up.

Geez, if you weren't family...

This is f***ed, Rhino.

We've been through every

boarding house in five blocks.

He's not here.

He's here.

Pizza delivery for Gates.

See, that's gonna be a problem.

I don't allow no food here.

What's his f***ing room number?

Sh*t!

Paulie!

You son of a b*tch!

Paulie!

Get him, you a**hole! Get him!

What are you doing?

You fool!

Rhino, come on, get in the car!

Yeah. We got the son of a b*tch now.

- Hey.

- Hey!

There he is!

F*** you.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, Rhino.

I f***ed up. Sorry!

Well, look who's here.

Is that what they teach you in Airborne?

Sneaking up on people?

I thought all you did was

jump out of airplanes.

They taught me to jump quiet.

Beer.

I suppose you're taking me in

for busting up that shop, huh?

Well, totally destroying a place of

business happens to be a crime up here.

That ain't why I'm taking you in.

I'm busting you for carrying

a concealed weapon.

You a**hole. I found out more in

two hours than you did in two weeks.

I know who killed Gerald.

Joey Rosselini.

If you know,

why ain't you doing something?

Because, like I told you before,

I need solid proof so he won't get off.

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