The Friends of Eddie Coyle Page #7

No money, no hit.

- No credit cards whatsoever.

- The Man isn't gonna like that.

Look, he came looking for me.

Now, I had some hard things

The Man asked me to do, and I did them.

Nobody got hurt but the guy

that was supposed to get hurt...

and nobody on anything I ever did

ended up on death row...

which is more than I can say

for some I know.

He knows you're good.

Okay. I'll be at my place.

We do this thing, we do it the right way.

All right?

I'll tell him how you feel.

- Thanks, Dillon.

- See ya.

You makin' any money?

Not exactly.

If you were to ask me, I'd have to tell you

I'm not having a very good day.

Why is that?

You heard about what happened

over in Randolph there?

Aw, that was a rough thing.

Yeah, but this is the end of Artie Van,

and Jimmy too, for that matter.

I look at it philosophically.

You win some, you lose some.

Right?

They made, what?

A quarter of a mil in a month?

You're gonna get the fuzz mad.

And they killed those two guys, right?

Somebody set them up.

The cops were waitin' for 'em

right there in the house.

Somebody set them up.

I'd like to know who that was.

Yeah, I imagine they would too.

I know Jimmy Scal good.

Oh, hell, you know that.

Hate to see Jimmy take this one.

He's in forever.

Look, I still say

they knew what they were getting into.

Did anybody feel sorry for you?

No. You got a lot of f***in' nerve

asking me that.

You went through, didn't ya? You didn't

throw somebody else in. You were a big boy.

You gotta have respect for them.

They're big boys too.

Yeah.

Well, I'm all wrapped up now.

Well, you get probably two years...

and you do eight months.

That's a third.

That's no sweat.

It's for you, Dillon.

Don't take it so goddamn serious.

Yeah?

Yeah, I know who this is.

It's a funny thing.

He's in here right now.

Put on a big performance how sorry he is,

how pissed off he is they got set up.

It's almost enough to make me mad.

Enough of that.

You get somebody up here this afternoon

with an envelope.

Or maybe tonight.

You get the envelope here,

I'll see what I can do.

That was a friend of mine. Calls to tell me

he can't go to the Bruins tonight.

So, uh, why don't you forget your troubles

and come to the game with me, huh?

We'll have a little dinner.

I'll take the night off, we'll see a good game.

Blackhawks.

What do you say?

Sounds good.

So, uh, come back around 6:00 or so.

I'd say stay, but, uh,

the way you're going...

you might not be able to see the game

or anything, you stay.

We'll have a little wine, good steak.

Then we go to the game.

Right. You're right.

Look, I got a few things to do.

I'll catch you back here about 6:00. Okay?

Okay.

Get that son of a b*tch!

Hey!

Can't understand where that kid is.

That friend I was telling you about,

he gave me both his tickets.

So I invited my wife's nephew.

I can't understand where he is.

He loves hockey, that kid.

- Great game.

- Great game.

- You want some more?

- I'll get it.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Get him!

- That's his.

- Where is he?

He's gone for beers.

Jesus Christ, man.

What'd you bring him here for?

Because he's too smart to come out

for any other kind of party.

Because there's 15,000 people here looking

at the Bruins and they don't give a f*** about us.

Now get the f*** out of his seat.

- When you piss, you piss.

- That's beer, goddamn it.

It's hard to carry beer in a crowd like this.

Did you ever try it?

Imagine being a kid like that.

What is he, 24 or somethin'?

Greatest hockey player in the world.

Number four! Bobby Orr!

Jesus, what a future he's got, huh?

That's right! Get 'im!

- Slam 'im!

- Come on!

- Knock 'im out!

- Yeah!

Penalty for high sticking.

Number 11, two minutes,

for high sticking.

Hey, I forgot to tell you,

I got some girls.

Oh, I don't know, man.

It's pretty late.

Come on!

Let's make a night of it.

Hey, I can't, man. I gotta go home.

I gotta get the car back.

Well, where's your car?

South - South End. I, uh -

I was there, and I took

a trolley over to your place.

I ne -

Just never got back for it.

Sh*t. And, you know, there's, uh,

these girls. They're absolutely all right.

But there's no way.

I mean, they're in Brookline.

Hey, look, I could drive you there in the car

and then go home.

But I can't hang around much,

'cause I got a test tomorrow.

Whatever's fair, you know.

- Hey, Eddie.

- Hmm?

- Eddie.

- Yeah?

- You all right?

- Beautiful.

Beautiful.

- You gonna be able to drive?

- Oh, yeah.

No sweat.

Hey, great game, huh?

Where do you want me to go?

Hey, Eddie, you tell him.

Where's your car?

- He's out.

- Go around the Garden.

Head for the expressway going south

in case he wakes up.

I know what's going on.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

You just drive.

If I was you, I'd drive to Quincy...

pick roads where I could go pretty fast

without making anyone look suspicious...

and come out on Morrissey Boulevard.

I'd look for a blue Galaxy in the parking lot

of the Chalet Swiss bowling alleys.

Somebody said something

about some money.

If I was you,

I'd look hard for that Galaxy.

Drive that Galaxy back to Boston,

you let me off.

If I was you, I'd look in

the glove compartment of that car...

before dropping it off

in the n*gger district.

Jesus!

Jesus Christ. Hey, slow down, you stupid sh*t.

You wanna get arrested or somethin'?

I got nervous.

Jesus Christ, that was loud.

- That's why I used a. 22.

- Yeah? That was loud enough.

I ever let off a. 38 two-incher in here,

you'd go right off the road.

- Is he dead?

- If he's not now, he's never gonna be.

Now slow down and get off this road.

This car looks a lot

like the other one in this light.

That's the idea. Now you're learnin'.

The cops have been looking at that car all night.

Now they see one looks just like it.

Help me stuff him down.

Yeah, they won't search that

for a couple hours.

Hey, lock it.

Keeps the volunteers out.

Not a bad car.

Take the Memorial Drive

to the Mass Avenue Bridge.

I gotta get rid of this gun.

I heard a guy on television the other night,

he was talking about pigeons.

He called them flying rats.

I thought that was pretty good.

What he had in mind, he was gonna give 'em

the flu or something to make them extinct.

Now, uh, there was a guy that got sh*t on,

probably got sh*t on again.

Then he got mad.

They ruined his suit or somethin'.

So he's gonna spend the rest of his life getting

even with pigeons 'cause they ruined a $400 suit.

Now, uh, there's no percentage in that...

because there are probably

all of them laying eggs every day...

which generally produce more pigeons...

all, uh, dropping tons and tons of sh*t

every day, rain or shine.

And this guy in New York,

he's gonna, well -

There just aren't gonna be

any more of them in this world.

Yeah, a man gets desperate.

He does a few things,

he knows it won't work.

Pretty soon he quits, packs it all in,

goes away someplace.

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