Romeo Is Bleeding Page #3

Stevens assigned to surveillance

of organized crime suspect,

Mona Demarkov.

Association to suspect Demarkov

with indicted Moscow crime family.

An association with the Falcone crime

family confirmed October 1988.

Revelation of criminal conspiracy

involving Demarkov and Stevens.

Severe emotional disturbance

suffered by Agent Stevens after revelation.

Escalating violent episodes,

hallucinations.

December 1989, Agent Charles Stevens,

death by suicide.

Criminal conspiracy charges

against suspect Demarkov dismissed.

Look, you broke our deal.

- How's that, Sergeant?

- I said nobody else gets hurt.

You were paid, weren't you, Jack?

Yeah. I said no cops!

A life's a life.

Moral distinctions can paralyze you.

Something to eat?

Come here.

Altogether, what is it?

Close to half a million dollars

over the course of our partnership?

They must've moved her. Here.

Just give me a couple of days.

I don't want the money back, Sergeant.

I want Mona Demarkov dead.

I want you to find her,

and I want you to kill her.

No, I won't do that.

I won't kill her.

Coffee?

I don't suppose you're familiar

with the 20th-century poets.

Robert Lowell was a pacifist.

Mind you, I have no respect for pacifism.

It's a morally bankrupt belief.

Pacifists believe

that they have the right not to kill,

but others always die

in defense of that right.

Anyway, during the Second World War,

Lowell was in prison for refusing

to serve in the armed forces.

In the cell next to him was Louis Lepke.

You're familiar with Murder Incorporated?

- Yeah.

- Ah, so you're a reader, after all.

One day, Lepke says to Lowell,

"I'm here because I killed someone.

How about you?"

Lowell replies,

"I'm here because I wouldn't kill anyone."

You get the point?

You like the money, Jack?

- Yeah.

- So do I.

We do what we do out of convenience.

Does the end justify the means? Ask Lepke.

Of course, he's dead. So is Lowell.

Eventually, I'll be destroyed.

The next generation of barbarians

are waiting to take over.

Mona. People like that.

It doesn't mean I have to

throw open the door.

Now, you will do the job.

You will live your life.

You know right from wrong.

You just don't care.

And that's the most

natural thing in the world.

I could have you shot, torn to pieces,

your wife made ugly, your house

burned down, your girlfriend gutted.

By noon Wednesday, I may authorize it.

You see, you don't make the deals, Jack.

I make the deals.

And you're in until I say otherwise.

Well...

We've said everything that needs

to be said, haven't we? Good day.

He was between a rock and a hard place.

Now what?

What was he gonna do?

He knew what he had to do

if he wanted that 65 grand.

If he wanted to stay alive, that is.

Stay alive. 65 grand. Feed the hole.

Stay alive. 65 grand. Feed the hole.

Jack...

Sixty-five grand.

- Jack?

- Feed the hole. 65 grand.

Where's the funeral?

Feed the hole.

- What?

- Hey, Jack!

Telephone.

Yeah?

Hello, Jack.

Jack?

Where are you?

He wants you to kill me.

You've got till Wednesday, right?

Right.

I'm at the hotel. Our room.

How've you been?

A little bit busy.

What have they offered you, Jack?

What are you talkin' about?

All I'm asking is

if Falcone's upped your price.

Sixty-five.

For me?

That prick's livin' in the past.

I'll up that five times.

$325,000.

Half now, half on delivery.

- For what?

- You go to him.

Tell him it's been done.

What's been done?

Tell me I'm already dead, Jack.

Later on, we'll get ourselves a body.

Until they do an autopsy.

That's all the time I need.

My money's no good?

Your money's got more risk.

More risk, more pay.

The autopsy will confirm that it's me.

And how's that gonna happen?

You think you're the only person

in the world that's been bought?

You got a girl?

What is it? Cathy? Linda? Susan?

Sheri.

Cocktail waitress. Maloney's. Yeah?

You take your money and your Sheri

and you'll be a big guy.

All I need is a couple of days to finish

my business and get out of the country.

It's yours.

It's all yours.

All you gotta do is take it.

Go on, Jack. Go on.

All you gotta do is take it.

Tuesday? The docks.

The other half.

Death certificate.

It was that old voice in his head,

the wrong voice,

that sucked his brain out,

spit it on the floor.

He could've gone back,

begged Natalie to forgive him.

But he didn't.

Ah, that old voice.

What are you doin'? Where are you goin'?

I'm goin' to Florida.

My sister lives in Boca.

You can't do that.

Yeah, well, I am, Jack.

I never fool around with married men,

unless I'm married.

So maybe I'll go get married.

And I'll come back,

and then I'll fool around with you.

Or maybe I won't get married now,

and I'll just fool around with unmarried men.

Or maybe something will just happen

that I don't know about.

You know? You never know, right?

I won't let you.

Jack.

Jack, wait a second. Wait.

Um...

I love you, Jack.

And I even think you love me,

but you just don't know it yet.

And I can't keep waitin'

for you to come around.

Otherwise, I ain't gonna have a life left.

You know?

You're breakin' my heart, Sheri.

Cardio pulmonary arrest.

Penetrating gunshot wound.

Exsanguination by internal hemorrhage.

You mean she's dead?

Yeah.

Do you remember on our second date,

when we went to the Rialto

and saw The Sound of Music and you cried?

You cried. I never cry.

You cried the day we got married.

Who wouldn't cry, marryin' you?

Let me ask you something.

How come instead of gettin' better,

it got worse?

What's "it"?

I wish I had a million dollars.

Know what I'd do if I had a million dollars?

Buy myself some happiness.

You don't get it by being good.

And you don't get it by being poor,

and all those people

who said you don't get it by being rich...

They were lyin'.

What do you think?

What is this, a new religion?

I don't understand a word you're sayin'.

Everything else runs out.

You get tired of sex.

Love doesn't last.

You got both of them,

you worry about your health.

If that's okay, you get scared of dyin'.

You know what I used to like about you?

You didn't used to talk.

Was it my sister you screwed, Jack?

Or just my niece?

I don't know what you're doin', but

whatever it is, don't bring it back here.

A time to be born, a time to die.

A time to plant, a time to harvest.

A time to destroy, a time to rebuild.

A time to cry.

Heavenly Father, you take

your beloved child, Nicholas Gazzara,

beloved husband of Rosemary Gazzara,

father of Frederico, Paulo and Estelle.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

That's a legend bein'

put in that hole, Joey.

Yeah, plant the prick.

Let's get the hell outta here.

Let's get somethin' to eat.

You all right, Jack?

I ain't feelin' too good.

You go on with Scully and Joey.

Moving ceremony.

Yeah.

Life is fleeting.

Take him to that tree.

You said Wednesday.

I'm meetin' her tomorrow. I'll get her then!

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