The Drop Page #4

What anniversary?

Of the last time anybody saw him.

Which was at your bar.

That's right. Yeah, he left.

He took his car

and they found it someplace.

Astoria. Torched.

That's a good-looking dog.

Thank you.

You know an Eric deeds?

Tall guy? Beard? He's, like, a brooder?

Maybe.

I mean, you working in that bar. Come on.

You know people, Mr. Saginowski.

I got a picture.

Nah. You think maybe he robbed the bar?

No.

I'm hearing here and there that this guy...

...has something to do with

the Whelan disappearance.

Really?

That's a really good-looking dog.

I came by to give him his afternoon walk.

Great.

I freaked. Is your cell on?

Yeah, but it's on vibrate.

I couldn't feel it.

I called a bunch of times.

I know, I could see that. I'm sorry.

- I thought you were working today.

- I am, it's just I had this...

You know what? It's a really long story.

I'm sorry. I should have called you.

I apologize.

It's okay. Hey.

So you know Eric deeds, huh?

No. I don't "know him" know him...

...you know? I know him from around.

So you don't know him?

Not really, no.

That's funny, because

the way he said it, I figured...

Figured what?

I don't know. You know, maybe...

- I don't know.

- Why are you on my ass about it?

I was just asking a question.

No, you were insinuating.

No, I wasn't.

Now you're arguing just to argue with me.

No.

- See?

- I'm not.

I don't need this sh*t, okay?

Wait. What happened here?

Did I say something wrong?

You think you can push me around?

No. Wait.

Don't you f***ing touch me.

I don't understand.

I asked her one question.

A question. Simple.

And then it all came out sideways.

You don't get it. They get in a mood...

...you could give them the hope diamond

and they'd complain about the weight.

Am I right?

Bob, you ain't actually

talking about a girl, are you?

Bobby's got himself a girl?

Guy gets a dog, becomes a p*ssy magnet.

They're flinging it at my man now.

I'm gonna go play some pool.

How are you?

Chovka, let me get you a drink.

Marv? Stella... Andre, he drinks Stella.

There you go.

Here it is.

I put it in a Ziploc.

But it's all there. You can count it.

Ziploc?

Well, it was a little wet.

I was going to dry it,

but we don't have a dryer.

So I figured I'd put it in a Ziploc.

If you spread it out...

...on a table,

it should be good come the morning.

I have no idea

what you're talking about, Bob.

This isn't what you gave me last time.

That? No, that's not the bow more 18.

You didn't like it.

You said it smelled like feet.

I figured that you would prefer this

a lot more. This is very special.

It's Irish.

We die.

All of us...

...Andre.

But before you do, you have to

try this f***ing whiskey, man.

Yeah, get him one. Come on. Here.

You handle the drop.

All right. Which night?

Super bowl.

Okay.

Is good.

Detective Evandro Torres.

- Jimmy Sullivan.

- Thanks for seeing me.

So you got nothing else about

the night glory days vanished?

The only thing I remember

was that he left the bar to score weed.

And the guys he got it from

were a couple of shitheads.

A nut job named deeds and

his junkie buddy... what was his name?

Tim Brennan.

He was in the original statement.

That's the guy.

He was going to see them both?

Or only one?

I don't remember.

But Bob Saginowski and cousin Marv?

- You trying to tie them to this?

- Nah, I just...

you got me out here in front of the guys

I work with, looking like a snitch.

Thanks for that. But cousin Marv's place?

That's my bar. All right?

Don't f*** with my bar.

You know, I'm...

I'm sorry.

I don't care if you know him.

It's just that...

...the way that he said hi, you know,

it sounded like it meant something.

I was just asking.

What else did he say?

He said that Rocco was his.

That he has a chip in his neck to prove it.

He used to be my boyfriend.

In the beginning, he was charming.

He was really nice.

I know a lot of people said things

about him, but I don't judge people.

I don't want to prejudge people.

Sure.

It just became too much.

I haven't seen him in a while.

I thought he was gone.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- You don't have to explain.

Everybody has a past.

And if this guy put Rocco in your trash,

that's not your fault.

And as for Rocco, he won't blame you.

You know?

He don't know no better.

He's not just going to go away.

Eric? No.

He doesn't strike me as the type

that wants to do that.

He's not.

He killed a kid named glory days.

Yeah. I heard that.

I heard that.

Richie Whelan.

Why?

I don't know.

He's not a big fan of "why". Eric.

It's broken.

Yeah, it is.

Do you want me to fix it?

- You want to fix it?

- Yeah.

Sure.

You want another beer?

Yeah.

So I heard that cousin Marv

doesn't own the bar?

That some hard guys do.

But you're not a hard guy.

So why do you work there?

You know me and cousin Marv

go way back, right?

Yeah, Marv is actually my cousin.

Yeah?

Marv and his sister, Dottie...

...his father and my mother,

they're all sisters.

Really?

Did they share makeup?

Why would they do that?

You said they were sisters.

You're right. Yeah. You know what I mean.

Why are you jumping on me like that?

- It's fun.

- Fun.

Fun.

Yeah, Marv thought he was a tough guy.

We had a crew once.

Back in the day, when we was young,

we made a little money...

...but it was never, you know...

So a mean crew rolls into town,

and, you know...

...we flinched. That's it. End of the crew.

But you're still in the life.

Me? No.

No. No, no, no.

I just tend the bar.

What are you doing? Get in.

You f***ing come out here.

Are you nuts? It's freezing! Get in.

I'm not getting in the car!

You think the trunk's lined with plastic?

How should I know?

Here, go look then. Go ahead.

Don't you f*** with me.

Don't you f***ing dare!

- Nobody's f***ing with you.

- You hear?

- All right?

- Yeah.

Want to call your mommy

and tell her you're okay?

Don't joke. Last time anybody saw my

brother alive, he got in a car with a guy.

All right.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Take it easy.

What we got here is

a risk-versus-reward kind of thing.

We took the risk. And up to now,

it's not been working out so well, I know.

Yeah, but?

But I know where

the super bowl drop off will be.

So if you want to hit them back for Bri,

you hit them back for a million.

It's suicide. F***ing suicide.

I got news for you, Fitzy.

We're dead already,

we're just walking around.

The only way to get out is to leave.

I'm not doing another one, man.

- You're not?

- I'm not.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, I'll square it with you then.

I'm buying something with it.

First, you don't tell anybody

what we just discussed.

You don't tell anybody.

Second, I need a place

to hole up for a couple days.

What, you're on the street?

- You didn't close the trunk.

- I closed it.

Not very well.

I closed that f***ing thing.

Forget about the trunk.

No, I'm not on the street.

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