Payback Page #2

- What was it about?

- He said to tell you Lynn was dead.

He said some guy wanted you.

That's all he said.

I thought you ought to know.

You did right.

I want to talk to him.

Who, Stegman?

No, President Nixon.

Of course, Stegman!

Tell him Varrick's, by the bridge.

Make it...

Make it 20 minutes.

I'm working here!

Can't you see I'm working here?

Put it on my tab.

I'm looking for a girl.

She goes by the name of Rosie.

Do you know her?

She worked by telephone,

not freelance.

Probably connected

with the syndicate.

Out of my league.

I wouldn't know her.

Maybe you know somebody who would.

- Why you looking for her?

- I'm her brother.

I got cancer.

I want to see her.

You two look close.

Got a cigarette?

Your sister sounds expensive.

Try Michael,

bartender at the Regal Hotel.

That wasn't the name

I was looking for.

The only one I got.

I tried to call you, but you

must have changed your number.

I never gave you my original number.

What did this guy look like?

He had dark hair, blue eyes.

He was a Cro-Magnon-Iooking bastard.

If Lynn's dead, he did us a favor.

I know, except I'm out

a grand a month.

We can work something out.

Did you get a name?

He said he was Porter.

He said he was there for Porter?

No, he said he was Porter.

I wouldn't want that guy

after me either.

- I know how you must feel.

- What am I? A nobody?

I've got friends.

All I have to do is point.

I pick up a phone

and he's a dead man.

And he stays dead!

Try to keep it down.

All right?

It's okay.

What'd he say?

He said you owed him money.

Nothing else?

Nothing. Why?

How much you owe him?

None of your business.

I just got the feeling

he'd like to kill you.

Oh, Christ!

Porter.

What'd you tell him?

Nothing!

- What could I tell?

- You tell him about the heroin?

He had it with him!

I told him I delivered it.

Nothing else?

I don't know nothing else!

You gave him something. A name.

Someone who knows where to find me.

I swear on my mother...

F*** your mother!

- That's not nice. Take it easy.

- What are you looking at?

Val, don't.

Not again. Don't do that, man.

Come on. Not again.

Don't.

- Forget it.

- Is there some trouble here?

We're just leaving.

You know what?

This one's on me.

You see me reaching for my wallet?

Sorry. He just got a promotion,

so he's a little tense.

Is there a Michael here?

That's him over yonder.

You're the man to see

about horizontal refreshment?

I'm looking for a girl named Rosie.

Prostitution is illegal

and you're speaking Greek.

Usually these matters are conducted

with more discretion.

Be discreet now.

What was her name?

Rosie.

- Who's looking for her?

- Just call her.

Rosie?

Give me the phone.

Take care of that.

Who the hell is this?

Porter.

Try again, honey.

Porter's dead.

I used to drive for you.

Provide a safe work environment.

Porter?

Why pour salt on old wounds?

I didn 't need to.

I guess I had a soft spot for her.

Come in.

You look pretty good

for a dead guy.

How'd you hear about it?

People were talking.

Plus I heard your wife

was back in town alone.

She's dead.

I'm sorry, Porter.

Why?

Jesus. Surly Porter.

You're the same as ever, aren't you?

This doesn't look like you.

Yeah, well, people change.

Stay.

It's okay.

Come on, sweetheart.

Meet the nastiest dog

who ever lived.

What's his name?

Porter.

He took your job after you left.

He's just as tough,

but he won't leave me.

I need a favor.

A favor?

Maybe you're not the same as ever.

I'm looking for a syndicate boy.

It's the "Outfit."

- We don't say syndicate anymore.

- Whatever.

Don't get touchy.

What's his name?

Val Resnick.

That son of a b*tch.

You know him?

I met up with him once

a few years ago.

He can't use Star's service.

He beats up the girls.

He almost killed one.

You?

Does it matter?

You quit looking after me.

Would you know where he might be?

I suppose he's at the hotel.

- Which one?

- The Outfit hotel.

The address?

We're friends, right?

I mean, we used to be.

But I'm an employee too.

The Outfit wouldn't like me

telling you, would they?

How strong are you?

Personally, I think you are

the strongest man I've ever met.

But I wonder if it's enough.

For what?

You want this guy

for something he won't like.

I'm going to kill him.

That's something he won't like.

What if they grab you and ask you

how you found out?

You know I wouldn't turn you in.

- I wouldn't talk.

- What if they ask you hard?

I'll say it was

a cab dispatcher named Stegman.

The Oakwood Arms, Union and 17th.

Hi, Val.

Where's my money?

I took your gun.

It's back here.

You look like a pro.

Keep your mouth shut

and you'll walk out of here.

My 70 grand. I want it.

I don't have it right now.

- Where is it?

- I gave all 130,000 to the Outfit.

I gave it all to them.

Tell them you gave them money that

doesn't belong to you. Get it back.

I can't do that.

You don't know these...

You'll kill me

whether I get it or not.

All right, I'll get the money.

Just give me a few days.

What are you doing?

Noon. Tomorrow.

Say it.

All right.

This may sound crazy,

but no hard feelings?

I did what I had to do.

You can appreciate that.

I appreciate that, you...

No, no! Don't.

Please.

Allow me.

Jesus!

You b*tch!

Let her work.

Me love you, baby.

Me love you long time.

No, no, wait.

Tomorrow.

Noon.

You and the money be at

Where'd you get this?

Some hooker had it.

I recognized you.

I swiped it in case I could use it.

Did you hurt her?

The hooker,

did you hurt her?

What does that have to do

with anything?

I've got a few minutes.

So go boil an egg.

Phillip says you have a problem

you need help with.

Yes, sir.

Is it your problem...

...who breached our security

last night?

He breaks into my apartment...

There's an old expression

that has served me well:

"Do not sh*t where you eat."

Or "live."

"Do not sh*t where you live."

I like that better.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carter.

There are three ways

we can handle this.

One:
We help you.

Two:
We allow you to help yourself.

Three:
We have you replaced.

We have an investment in you, Resnick,

of time, money and training.

So assisting you would be...

...in a way, protecting our investment.

That is good business policy.

Yes, sir, Mr. Carter.

Thank you.

You won't regret it.

According to Phillip,

a man has come to kill you?

He's alone and he's

a professional robber. Correct?

Yes, sir. He does payroll jobs,

banks, stuff like that.

- What's his name?

- Porter.

What's his first name?

I don't know. He never called

himself anything but Porter.

Where did you get the $130,000?

That's why this man is in town?

The $130,000 you paid us back.

Yes, sir.

But only $70,000 of it was his.

We never asked you where you got it.

It's none of our business.

Now it appears

it has become our business.

Here's his file, Mr. Carter.

Do you understand your value

to the organization?

You're a sadist, you lack compunction.

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