The Crew Page #5

about the other night?

You could be in a lot of danger.

I dont think youre telling me everything.

You have your mothers eyes.

What?

That was a question.

-Do you have your mothers eyes?

-Do you think I could come in for a talk?

No. Maybe another time.

The place is a real mess. Leftover deli.

Okay. Another time.

You take care of yourself, Okay?

Theres something that I wanted to....

Yeah?

You take care of yourself.

Dr. Ward?

Are you sure about this?

Quite sure.

Sometimes things fall into a greu area.

Then sometimes, like this,

its an absolute certainty.

This was taken from the skeletal remains

on the bed.

We know this much....

She was Asian.

If the arson attempt was for Ventana,

why was there a fake skeleton next door?

And where the hell is Pepper Lowenstein?

None of this adds up,

and uet somehow it seems connected.

Ill tell you one thing for sure.

Whoevers behind it has thought

this whole thing through methodicallu.

I went to the Raj this morning.

One of the old guys

said something strange.

Its nothing specific.

Its more a feeling I got.

-You think they know something?

-Maybe.

-What are you doing?

-You seem tense. Come on.

-Stop it.

-You used to love this.

I used to love Bananarama, too,

but I got over it.

We make a great team. What?

Your hands are on me,

and youre checking out every girl here.

You cant even look me in the eye

when you talk to me.

Itll take some time, but let me prove

lm not the guy you think I am.

Youll give yourself a stroke.

Thanks for the drink.

-Youre going?

-Ues, lm leaving.

hi. You seem tense.

Jorge and Escobar.

I couldnt trust them anymore, so...

...take a long look.

If you lose my trust...

...this is your fate.

Who tied that knot?

It was me. I tied the knot.

You cant tie a knot?

See, this is why everything is so....

It all starts with a knot!

Do you know what I am?

A clich.

The Latin mob boss.

Do you know what happens to clichs?

Put your hand down, Miguel.

They die,

only to be replaced by something new.

I have more securitu around me

than the president of the United States!

And still!

This shipment...

...myu importante.

Okay?

Whoevers after me knows of the shipment

and thinks he can take it from me.

That is why I want extra men on the dock

to help unload.

In the meantime...

...$100,000...

...to the man who brings me the head...

...of whoevers doing this to me.

What is it, Miguel?

The actual head?

I just dont want no confusion later.

Anything, Miguel.

Bring me anything.

I mean the guy was already dead.

I told Pepper everything.

We were in this together.

She was Okay.

Turns outshe was from Jerseu, too.

Weehawken.

Enough said.

Nicest hostage I ever met, bar none.

Id always hoped shed show up one day,

and knock on my door, looking for me.

I just didnt think it would be

on suspicion of murder.

No wonder youve been so depressed.

A cop?

You myst be so ashamed.

Two things I want to say.

One:
I want to thank you guys

for not killing me.

I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

And B:
Bobby,

I think you should call Olivia.

-Forget it.

-Shes your dayghter.

-Forget it.

-Shell understand.

Children are a blessing.

Or they try and kill you, one of the two.

Anthonu Donato, Joseph Pistella,

Michael Donatelli, Robert Bartellemeo.

You look tense.

Dont even go there.

Those files you wanted

have been reclassified sensitive.

-By who?

-Your partner Steve. Under his control.

Can you find out where he went, please?

Do you want to run that by me again?

The skeleton in your stepmothers bed,

not your stepmother.

Are you sure?

I mean she was always dieting and sh*t.

Were sure.

Really?

All right. Then who was it in the bed?

And where is my stepmother?

I cant give you any details now, because....

have I met you before?

I dont think so.

Really? lm telling you, I never forget a--

Face?

Yeah.

So, thank you for your time,

Miss Lowenstein.

As soon as we know something.

All right, thank you, Detective...

...Steve.

Im following that lead, Chief.

You mau also want to check

on the old guys who live at the Raj Mahal.

They mau know something.

Okay. Knock it off with that chief sh*t.

Crack-peddling, big-daddu freak machine.

how about that?

Ues, its very important

that she gets the message.

So, please tell Detective Neal

when she comes back...

...to call Bobby at the Raj Mahal hotel.

I need to talk to her. Thank you.

You did real good, mister.

You are a mensch.

Monday is alternate parking.

Keus!

-Can you still hot-wire a car?

-Can the Pope dance?

Can the Pope dance?

I love to dance.

Sol couldnt dance. he had varicose veins

like a turnpike waitress.

-Mouth can dance.

-he can?

he won a cup at Asbyru Park

for the rhumba.

So thats true:
tall, dark and very quiet.

Id be delighted.

Like old times, Mouth.

Forget about it.

Its Okay. I hit mainly rug.

What the hell?

Get your hands off me!

Step away from her.

Get in here. Drag him in here. Lets go!

Easy as pizza pie.

Great job, Chef Bouar-dumb-ass.

All right, its been a while.

Sh*t.

They grabbed them

when I was taking a leak. Its Ventana!

Somebody better start talking,

or lll make sh*t rain down on all of you!

All of you will know what it is

to stand in the middle of a sh*t hurricane...

...until someone begins telling me

what I want to know!

So, who wants to start?

Sparkles.

No?

Come on, Mrs. Bojangles.

Okay, lets go, Captain Kangaroo.

yes, you.

Attaboy, Captain.

Come on.

-Attaboy, viejo.

-No.

Goddamn it!

he works for us?

Baby, come on.

Baby, you--

Come on.

-Still like my foot, honeu?

-Get him out of here.

I think you broke my rib.

Keep quiet.

You know, if you had trusted me a little

none of this would have happened!

Okay.

Lets begin from the beginning.

Let me think.

-I cant think of nothing.

-No. Really?

hes always bysting my balls.

Bobby, dont worry about it.

Well think of something.

Well get them out of there.

Wait. Remember when Tommy Shakes

got nailed by the Gambino bous?

-So?

-So?

howd we get him out?

In pieces. They blew up his car.

No, youre confusing him with Tommy hat,

which was all that was left.

Tommy Shakes is up in Lauderdale.

Why dont we have a wiseguy reunion,

class of 65?

Funny you should say that.

Nothing funny about it.

We have to come up with an idea. We--

Bobby, he insults me all the time.

It dont mean nothing.

Jesus, Bobby.

I got an idea.

Telephone.

Frankie Rash!

This is he.

Frankie The Rash.

Jimmy Messino.

Louie Thumbs. Its The Brick.

-Billu The Chin.

-Dead.

We bysted Bricks balls for 20 years

about those Christmas cards.

hello, lrene.

No one was bysting his balls now.

Fat Paulus.

Thats adorable.

hello.

Not too many broads. You know.

This will go quicker

if you could just hold still.

An emergencu.

Yeah, this is Jerry.

hey, Brick, talk to me.

Tommys.

Tommy?

Tommy?

Okay.

Down the line, till someone starts talking.

I start here.

Leave her alone.

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