Romeo Is Bleeding Page #2

she's very modern.

She doesn't give a f*** about nothin',

except for you-know-what.

Falcone would've given it all to her, too.

She wouldn't wait. Ah, too bad for her.

How much time she lookin' at?

That ain't the point, Jack.

It's not her talkin' Falcone's scared of.

She wants it all. You know the kind.

You gotta take her out

before she takes him out. So...

Want the job or not?

What's the money like?

Same as always.

Nobody else gets hurt this time, huh?

Yeah.

Take it.

Like the fall of Rome out there.

Streets gonna be filled with animals.

You keep breathing, huh? See ya next time.

So, what? They playing with new rules now?

More cops' blood?

That was anybody's guess.

He didn't wanna think about that.

And he didn't.

Sh*t.

Come on.

F*** you!

Sign here for Mona Demarkov.

The job was to take her

over to the safe house

and hand her ass over to the feds.

And that voice in his head

said it was gonna be very easy.

So you're the big hoodlum.

Personally,

I don't see it.

Keep lookin'.

Honeymoon rate?

Short stay.

Don't cry to me, pal. Just sign the book.

Knock yourself out.

It's not polite to stare.

How'd you like to become

a rich man, Sergeant?

Well, I've already got my health.

You know what it feels like?

I mean, when it's just sitting

in your hand.

$200,000.

You take the first bill

off the pile, a 20 or a 50...

You're never gonna have

to pay taxes on it.

Nothin' feels like that.

Does it?

What would you do with

all that money, Sergeant?

It's better than sex, isn't it?

Federal agents Cage and Skouras.

Nice work, Sergeant.

Well, I guess that

about says it all, don't it?

He could hear her laughing

all the way down the hall.

He wondered how smart she was.

Smart enough to be on top, I guess.

Well, he'd be the one laughing soon.

So what? Romeo, did she confess?

Yeah, she's at the Niagara, room 310.

I left her there with the feds.

And remember, Sal,

she's the only one who gets hit.

Hey, Tony.

You hungry?

- Yeah.

- Hmm?

Mmm-hmm.

Come on.

How was your day, baby?

Fine.

- Did the refrigerator guy come?

- Yeah.

- How much?

- $86.

How long was he here?

Oh, about 15 minutes.

What is that? That's five,

six hundred dollars a day or somethin'?

Me? You know, I get kicked,

shot at, run over for what?

42,000 and change.

Here's a guy who makes $180,000

for changing a washer.

You win. What is it?

Chicken Francois, Jack.

I wish you'd stop reading those magazines.

Whatever happened to meat and potatoes?

I don't know, Jack. You tell me.

- That's cute.

- I got you.

Here. I got you something.

They got a new one.

Okay, now, either I was really good,

Jack, or you were really bad.

How come you never show me

those pictures you take?

- Your sister called today.

- Mmm-hmm?

Yeah. You know Marcy?

I don't know nobody named Marcy.

She's the nurse your sister works with

down at the hospital.

She was caught giving

this doctor a blow job in the OR.

He was taking out an appendix.

Is that all you talk about? Huh?

God, you women are awful.

Oh, really, Jack.

And why's that?

What did you say?

You heard me.

Jesus, Jack. You look like

you just been arrested.

When I get good at this,

I thought I'd do weddings.

- Weddings. You want weddings?

- Yeah.

- You want weddings?

- Yeah.

- You want weddings?

- Yeah.

There's your honeymoon!

Maybe it was just his imagination,

but whenever he'd pull up

that plate, he'd hear a sucking sound.

It started out small,

with the first 65 grand.

And then it got bigger.

Pretty soon, it was the only thing he heard.

Pretty soon, all he could think

about was feeding the hole.

He didn't think about when he was a kid.

He didn't think about

the guys who he started with,

who were still on the up-and-up.

He didn't think about the dreams

he had with Natalie.

He didn't think

about those feds, lying there.

Most of all, he didn't think

about Mona Demarkov

because the way he saw it, she was done.

Just another 65 grand meal for the hole.

He'd fed the hole,

and he made the hole happy.

It was the only thing

he knew how to make happy.

Hey!

Natalie!

Hey!

Natalie!

Natalie!

Hey, Natalie!

That night, he had a terrible dream.

The winner!

A bad dream.

Didn't mean nothin'.

Could've been something he ate.

But after that, he couldn't sleep.

Checked out the boys.

Thought he'd take his mind off things.

What?

This could be the night, boss.

He's headed for a heart attack.

A guy with his blood pressure,

he goes in the saddle, end of problem.

More of the same.

Look at this guy. He should be

in a rest-home, not a threesome.

Sh*t. What's he got

that old Jack ain't got?

Coroner's office. Collins speaking.

Hello, Stan. How you doin'?

- It's Jack.

- I'm broke.

Well, maybe you bet on

the wrong team or something. Listen...

Yeah, do me a favor.

You check the book?

Any new ones last night?

A female. Homicide.

Zip so far, boss. Anything else?

Uh, no, thanks. I'll work it out.

Yeah, sure.

- Yeah.

- Bye.

Is it hard yet, baby?

It ain't easy.

Yeah, I know.

- Okay, what do you got?

- I got a pair.

Three of a kind.

Ace.

Yeah? All right, hold on.

Jack, pick it up over there.

All right, everybody ante up, ante up.

- Grimaldi.

- Downstairs. We gotta talk.

Look, I'm busy...

Hey, downstairs. Now.

So?

So?

She wasn't there.

Demarkov. She wasn't there, Jack.

Falcone's upset.

He wants to see you. Tomorrow.

You'd better have something for him.

What happened?

I don't know.

They think you're trying to

f*** with them, you know?

I don't know.

Jack, I already told him, this is done.

I mean, you gotta give me an address.

You gotta give me something, all right?

The old man thinks

you're holding out on him.

Hey, you gotta give me something!

The f*** you lookin' at?

You've forgotten

who the f*** you're dealing with?

It's us. And you're in up to here. Okay?

Now, there's a long walk.

If I take it, you take it too.

Hey, Martie. Where you been?

It was a thing for the feds.

They're movin' a witness.

- Moving him where?

- How the f*** should I know?

They think somebody's workin' both sides.

I get up there, it's f***in'

Mona Demarkov, man!

- Why'd they move her?

- Hey, Jack, all right? Who knows?

We're gettin' her in the car there, huh?

Everything's goin' smooth, you know?

Then all of the sudden,

from out of nowhere, she grabs my gun.

I'm just one of the feds, you know,

who tries to peg her,

but by then, she's making for the corner.

I couldn't believe it.

Oh, f***, Jack! She got my gun!

Runnin' around with my gun, Jack.

They'll take my shield

and put me back in a uniform.

- What do they got on it?

- Nothin'.

You know, she turned around

and pointed my own gun at me, Jack.

She turned around

and she pointed my own gun at me, Jack!

You know? Like some kind of an animal!

Anything I could do to help, Sarge?

Not a thing.

Psychiatric report

on Agent Charles Stevens,

FBI Eastern Field Office. June 1989.

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