The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story Page #5

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like a f***ing disease.

What, you wanna think

she was an angel?

Go ahead.

But look out your front door.

How many 22-year-old girls

are out there...

...they're f***ing around

with kids they don't want...

...and, you know,

no sense in their heads.

And your mother wasn't no different.

That's the hard truth.

l made my peace with it.

You make yours.

l didn't look for her

because there was nothing to find.

Look, l gotta die five times

before l get out of here...

...but l'll see you again.

This side or the other.

CLAIRE:

So l saw your picture yesterday.

-Are you sure it was me?

-Yeah, l'm pretty sure.

-Oh, the Boys & Girls Club?

-Yeah.

lt was under a ''local heroes'' banner.

Yeah. They got a real low standard

for who qualifies on that.

Apparently you were drafted.

Yeah. l was slow.

And l couldn't skate backwards.

You're supposed to be able to skate

backwards in pro hockey.

But l could shoot, you know?

l could hit anything with a hockey puck.

But l got drafted and l just didn't do

what it took to make the team.

And when l got a second chance,

l blew that too.

They sent me home and that was it.

l look at that picture

and l see a 20-year-old kid...

...who thinks he's, you know,

got it all figured out.

Right before he's about

to throw it all away.

Hey, l don't wanna rush anything,

but can we go into your room?

Because my uncle the bus driver

lives right across the way...

...and he can see

right into this apartment.

-Yes.

-Okay.

[PLANE ENGINE DRONING]

MAN [ON RADlO]:
They win the game

in overtime. Then you flip it over.

Then you go back to fenway Park.

Then you get another great ending

to another....

MAN [OVER RADlO]:

Nothing appears disturbed.

ln this apartment anyway.

JEM:

Where the f***'s the truck?

MAN [OVER RADlO]:

We shut and locked the door, but....

-What happened to 8:45?

-Late is what happened.

JEM:

F***ing douche bag.

[MEN CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADlO]

Say your prayers. Here we go.

DOUG:

Here we go.

JEM:

Gun!

Don't move!

MAN 1:
Go! Go!

MAN 2:
Get back! Get back!

MAN 1 :

Get out of the way!

WOMAN [OVER RADlO]:

Any units in the area, 10-61 in progress.

GLOANS:

The call went out!

JEM:

F***.

GUARD:
Get out here, a**hole,

l got your friend.

DOUG:
Calm down. Put your gun away,

all right? You're gonna get hurt.

Put that f***ing gun down now.

l got you, motherf***er.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

DOUG:

Jesus!

JEM:

You should have stayed in the truck, c*nt.

Let's go!

GLOANS:

What the f*** just happened?

DOUG:
Goddamn it, l f***ing told you.

JEM:
F***ing shut the f*** up, all right?

DOUG:
F***ing knew it.

JEM:
Goddamn it!

DOUG:
All right, drive. Just take it easy, all

right? Take it easy. Drive slow. Drive normal.

-Sh*t.

JEM:
Ah, f***.

[SIREN WAILING]

GLOANS:

They must have been around the corner.

OFFICER:

Driver, turn your engine off.

Hands where l can see them.

F***.

OFFICER:
Shut the engine off now.

Put your hands in the a

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[SIREN CHIRPING]

JEM:

Hit the engine block!

DOUG:

Go, go, go, go, go!

JEM:

Go to the f***ing switch!

F***!

GLOANS:

How do you like that, motherf***er?

Let's go, let's go!

JEM:
It's Dez.

GLOANS:
Let's go, let's go!

Drop it!

DOUG:

Let's go!

[PHONE RINGS]

Dino.

What?

Close the bridge.

-What?

-Close the f***ing bridge.

[SIREN WAILING]

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

WOMAN [OVER RADlO]:

Alpha 101, Alpha 412, Alpha 407...

...en route to the north end

of the bridge.

JEM:

They're going for the bridge.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

GLOANS:
Now, that's how you drive

a f***ing car.

[SIRENS WAILING]

DEl:

All the DNA in Charlestown.

[CHATTERING OVER POLICE RADlO]

[ENGINE STARTS]

FRAWLEY:

You print the inside of the van?

DINO:
frawl, the inside of the van

is a volcano.

Just find something and make it look

like something that looks like a print.

We don't have enough

for a conviction. Fine.

But l need to get them in a room.

Right now, they are burning the money

bands at some bullshit safe house.

All their alibis were paid for

a week in advance.

We're not gonna pull any DNA

off of this or off the switch car.

And that, as they say, is that.

This is the ''not f***ing around'' crew.

Find me something that looks like a print...

...so l can grab one of these a**holes

and shake their tree.

This ''not f***ing around'' thing

is about to go both ways.

Turn around for me, will you?

Go ahead,

just read what's on that paper.

''Come here, get on the ground,

before l pop your f***ing teeth out!''

Come on, read it. Read it all.

There's about five things there.

Uh....

What is it with you guys

in Charlestown?

Don't they teach you how to read?

There's things here. Read them.

l don't wanna read that.

This doesn't sound right.

l'm not asking you, l'm telling you.

Read the pages, please.

l'm trying to make this

sound authenticious.

-You got it all f***ed up.

-Authen-what?

DOUG:

Thanks.

-Hey, Dougy. How are you?

DOUG:
Oh.

How you doing?

Local crime fighter.

What's happening, Dino?

l know your father.

Yeah. Me too.

Got a few years left on his bid.

Yeah, one or two.

l hear they got to the old guy.

Split him up the back.

F***ing animals.

You'd think they'd go after

a younger kid.

l don't know.

Making a statement, l guess.

Townie crews ain't

what they used to be.

Dorchester...

...Southie...

...looking to make a move.

Maybe you can change all that

when you get up there.

Let me ask you a question.

What do you call a guy...

...who grows up with a group of people,

gets to know their secrets...

...because they trust him,

and then turns around...

...and use those secrets against them,

put those people in prison?

You'd call him a rat, right?

You know what l call him?

Dino the dago.

Those people made you

a part of that community.

What did they get for it?

lnside of the f***ing can.

You know we lifted a print

off the van? Right?

Special Agent Frawley...

...Douglas MacRay.

FRAWLEY:

You and your boys didn't just...

[IN TOWNIE ACCENT] ...roll a Star Market

over in Malden for a box of quarters.

[IN NORMAL VOlCE]

No, you decided to bang it out...

...in the North End at 9:00 in the morning.

With assault rifles.

You f***ing dummies shot a guard.

Now you're like a half-off sale

at Big and Tall. Every cop is in line.

Fortunately, though, for you...

...this guard,

who is two-thirds to a retard...

...has miraculously clung to life.

Now, if it were up to me...

...and they gave me two minutes

and a wet towel...

...l would personally asphyxiate

this half-wit...

...so we could string you up

on a federal M1...

...and end this story

with a bag on your head...

...and a paralyzing agent

running through your veins.

This isn't f***ing townie hopscotch

anymore, Doug.

But l did want to say one thing.

You're here today

so l could personally tell you...

...that you are going to die

in federal prison.

And so are all your friends.

No deal.

No compromise.

And when that day comes...

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