One for the Money Page #7

All right.

You're all set.

- Who knows I'm here?

- No one. I swear to God.

Whoever it is, get rid of them.

Hello.

I'm Morty Beyers.

May I come in for a second?

Uh...

Actually, I was...

- Yeah, sure.

- Thank you.

Mmm-hmm.

- Am I intruding?

- No. God, no.

Well, I need my files back.

The Morelli skip was mine.

That's my payday.

But they gave it to me. So...

Yeah, because I was sick,

but now I'm better.

A tiny little scar. No stitches.

Laparoscopic.

They stick a camera right down in there.

It's quite something.

That's great.

So here's the deal.

I'm taking Morelli.

Vinnie's not gonna care

which one of us brings him in.

But I care, and I can't help but notice

that his Explorer is parked down there.

I'm just trying to draw him out.

That's smart, very smart.

How's that working for you?

- Nothing yet. But...

- Got eyes on him?

A couple of times, down on Stark.

I'm asking you nice.

- I need you to step away.

- Yeah, I can't do that.

That's funny, 'cause last I heard,

you were selling underpants at Macy's.

You're not really exactly

qualified, are you?

Well, then you should have

nothing to worry about, right?

Okay, I was just leaving anyway.

All right.

Thanks for stopping in.

Sure.

And no hard feelings when I bring him in?

- Nah, no hard feelings.

- Well, that's good

'cause you never had a shot anyway.

Nice.

- That was weird.

- Check your purse.

I think he took your keys.

Damn it, he did.

God's going to get you for this,

Morty Beyers.

Screw God!

Oh, God!

Well, I told him.

They blew up our car.

Excuse me, whose car?

Your car. Do you want it back?

Poor Morty.

Obviously, I realize that the chances

of this being an accident were slim,

and that the chances of it

being meant for me were large.

Okay, so you think Morty Beyers

was roasted in Morelli's car

because he pissed off God.

It's just a theory, one of many.

Kidding aside,

you do realize that Morty Beyers

was not the intended here?

You given it any thought?

A building on the corner of

Shaw and Liming.

Up in flames, four-alarm.

- That's Rosa Gomez.

- Let's go.

- I'll meet you there.

- Okay.

- No, ma'am. You can't go in.

- Eddie!

- Let her through.

- All right, go.

I was in a panic on the drive over

until Eddie called to tell me

he'd moved Rosa and Carmen's kid out

the night before.

They were safe.

- Hello?

- Where the hell are you, Plum?

Carmen's building. It's

a real mess up here.

A lot of cops around.

Anyone you want me to say hi to?

Who are you talking to?

My grandma. She loves a good bombing.

What are you going to do?

Okay, one mile, tops.

What are you talking about?

Your transmitter.

If I can't hear you, I can't help you.

We gotta stay within a mile of each other.

Now, I gotta burn this phone after I make

this call and I can't get a new one,

so you gotta keep letting me know

where you are.

Well, if you gotta know, I am headed over

to Bernie Kuntz's Home and Hardware

to pick up a new shower curtain,

'cause some a**hole I know ruined mine.

Okay. That's close.

Meet me over on Stark when you're done

playing house with Bernie.

Boy, I can't wait.

Okay, nice talking to you, too.

Molotov cocktail into the apartment.

I want you to know you saved two people

by being a screaming lunatic.

Thanks, Eddie. I told you, huh?

I'm always right.

You should know this by now.

Let's have a little listen to you here.

That's a nice array

of shower curtains there, huh?

Yeah, you got quite a selection.

Most women gravitate toward the florals,

but I'm thinking you're more

checkerboard or solids.

This guy kills me.

It's nice to see you, Bernie.

How are you doing?

Good. It's nice to see you, too.

I got sliding doors.

Yeah, chicks love sliding doors, Bernie.

And my guest bath, same deal.

It's real nice at my place.

Yeah, Sallie's getting the fresh catch.

Hey, you should go over there

and get yourself a nice piece of fish.

Mmm-hmm.

A friend of Ziggy's,

if you remember me saying.

Yeah. Yeah, I do remember.

So, what's it going to be?

This was the flat-nosed guy.

Holy crap.

The only witness that could prove

Ziggy had a gun

and Morelli wasn't a murderer.

- Huh?

- Oh, the uh...

- Oh, I'm going with the flowers.

- Okay.

- I'll ring it up if you want or...

- Yeah. Sorry. I'll be right back.

Good, yeah. Come on back. Come on back.

I am sweaty.

Hey, Morelli,

I think I found your missing witness

at Sal's butcher shop.

The guy's a cop!

Get over there, Steph.

Playing it cool is not my strong suit,

but I cannot blow this.

- That flounder's just in.

- Good to know. Good to know.

So you must be Sal?

- Sal's on Hancock, that's where we are.

- That's me.

All right, I got it, Plum.

Don't make it obvious.

- Are you a big cook?

- Huge.

- Liar.

- Yeah.

I got a delivery. You

want it in the locker?

Yeah, yeah, but go through the back,

would you?

Christ Almighty, these guys.

Where were we?

Cod, it's better than haddock,

but not as good as the sea bass.

- Hmm. Who's that?

- Who's who?

That guy that just walked by, you know,

with the flat nose.

Louie or something.

He works for a distributor in Philly.

Hang on a second.

Hey, when you're finished,

there's two barrels back there by the door.

One's heavy, so use a dolly, roll it,

whatever it takes.

Just get it out of here, all right?

What's he taking? What's in the barrels?

Who's asking?

You know,

I'm gonna just go with that flounder.

It looks pretty good.

Morelli, you better be listening.

Where are you?

You better get that crappy van in gear,

because your flat-nosed guy is loading

barrels onto a truck, as we speak.

- Get here.

- Okay.

Okay, he's...

He's closing up the shop.

Let's go.

He's getting in the truck with Flat Nose.

Are you getting any of this, Joe?

I'm going to follow him.

I hope you're with me.

We're heading west on Junction 70.

Hey! Move!

We're getting off at exit four.

Joe, you better be following me.

I'm losing you, Steph.

Found them.

They parked the truck

at the Pachetko Marina.

I don't see anybody, though.

Jesus, Morelli, you really couldn't have

picked up another phone?

- You should've waited for me.

- Jesus, Morelli! God!

- It's a drop-boat, isn't it?

- Yup.

You see that? That's heroin.

So Sal's boat was moving heroin?

No, Sal's boat was moving icing sugar.

What do you think?

God, you don't have to be an a**hole

about it.

- Well, don't be stupid about it.

- I'm not being stupid.

- I've never seen heroin before.

- Use your brain.

- Clearly you have.

- Of course it's heroin.

I just said, "That's heroin."

It's the truck.

Let's go.

These are the barrels

they hauled out of the butcher shop.

Oh, God.

Don't puke. You'll wreck the crime scene.

Okay. Let's call the police.

- No. Not yet.

- Damn it, Morelli, we had a deal.

You were gonna let me

bring you into custody

once we found the missing witness.

Yeah, well, in case you didn't notice,

my missing witness is dead

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