The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story Page #6

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...when you start trying to be

my hero collaborator so hard...

...that l have to slap you to shut up

And it will come...

...despite your pitiable,

misguided, Irish omerta.

-when your code of silence

finally gives way...

...to fear of trafficking in cigarettes

to prevent sexual enslavement...

...l just want you to know that it's gonna

be me who tells you to go f*** yourself.

Hey, next time you guys

wanna take pictures of me, just call ahead.

You know, we can do better

than a barbeque.

A calendar shoot. You know?

Maybe topless, lubed up.

Whatever you guys are into.

FBl car antennas

are half-inch matte black...

...about three-quarters the way down

the rear windshield.

Statie are pigtailed...

...B.P.D., half and half.

Every peewee in the town knows

what an FBl rear antenna looks like.

So, in the future, if you guys

are gonna try to be slick...

...be slicker than a 6-year-old.

l gotta get back to work.

Can l go?

Good luck with that print.

[LINE RINGING]

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:

Good morning, Cambridge Savings.

Claire Keesey, please.

She's the manager.

Oh, she's no longer working here.

-Since when?

-friday.

Just get the warrant. Land, cell, e-mail,

fax, Skype. The whole f***ing thing.

DOUG:
Why didn't you tell me

you quit your job?

CLAIRE:

l don't know.

Why don't you tell me

what's in the box?

-What, this?

-Mm-hm.

Anybody call you or say anything to you

or anything like that? After?

CLAIRE:

Mm. Nope.

No? Well, what are you gonna do?

You know what? l don't know.

l can teach, volunteer full-time.

l have a little saved.

So....

What if l told you

l was gonna quit my job too?

Well, then l guess l'd have company.

We'd do it together. Here.

lt's just a necklace, that's all.

Why don't we go away together.

Take a trip for a minute, you know?

Something like that.

You know, just fun.

Doug.

ls it right?

Took me forever trying to pick it.

-Arguing with the lady, and

-lt's beautiful, but it

Well, as long as you didn't,

you know, sell your truck.

Someone took over the payments.

You know, people get up every day...

...tell themselves

they're gonna change their lives.

They never do.

l'm gonna change mine.

Why don't you do it with me.

Okay, well, where would we go?

Come with me, l don't care.

We could go wherever you want.

l mean, you know, there's things....

There's a few things

you still don't know about me.

What do you mean?

Nothing. l just understand if you have

some reservations, you know?

Between the kind of things people say

about me and the things l'm not proud of...

...don't leave a lot of room.

l know who you are.

You do?

Yeah, l do. Yeah.

Does that mean you want to go with me?

Yeah.

Let's start now.

Okay.

DINO:

Frawl.

What is it?

Phone conversation between Claire Keesey

and a burner cell about an hour ago.

See if you can recognize the voice.

l want to talk to you.

CLAIRE:

Yeah. Where have you been?

DOUG:

Sory, l got held up.

l'm coming over from my place.

Will you come down the back

and let me in?

FRAWLFY:
Hadn't realized you'd left

your job at the bank.

CLAIRE:

Uh.... Oh, yeah. Yeah. Last week.

l'm sorry,

was l supposed to notify someone?

Fancy.

Yeah. It was a gift.

We have our suspects.

l came by to share this with you.

James Coughlin.

Albert Magloan.

Desmond Elden.

Part of a crew that we tied

into the bank job at North End...

...and at least three other

armored car robberies.

Look familiar?

You opened the safe for him.

He left you unharmed...

...and now the two of you are carrying on a

relationship about which you lied to the FBl.

l was wrong.

You do need a lawyer.

DOUG:

Something wrong with the apartment?

JEM:

No. Florist.

Florist? What?

Came through.

-Oh, Jesus Christ.

-lt's large, Dougy.

-lt's large.

-We're smoked. Punt it.

Look, pick up an extra guy. All right?

Or go with three guys.

Or f***ing be smart and boot it.

Oh, so you're not going?

No.

And why's that?

Because we got a ton of heat on us,

for one thing.

We'll put a move on.

We've done it a hundred times.

You know what? Forget it.

Do what you want to do. l'm done.

-What? What?

-l'm done.

-You're done?

-What does it sound like?

-l don't know. What's that mean?

-What you think it means?

What does that mean?

Sounds like a bunch of bullshit.

Let me put it to you this way: l'm putting

this whole f***ing town in my rear-view.

There's people l can't let you

walk away from.

What?

Who?

Come on.

Are you serious, Jimmy?

She's not my kid.

Did she tell you it was?

l mean, come the f - Cut it out.

All you give a f*** about

is coke and Xbox...

...now you're trying to play it off

like you care about Shyne?

Know what your problem is?

You think you're better than people.

Mr. F***ing-Clean.

Mr. F***ing-Goddamn-High-and-Mighty.

l'm better than all these people.

l'm better than everybody.

But you grew up right here.

Same rules that l did.

Who the f*** you think you are?

You aren't letting me

or not letting me do sh*t, all right?

Here's a little cheat sheet for you.

lt's never gonna be me and you

and your sister and Shyne...

...f***ing playing house up there.

All right? You got it?

Get that in your f***ing head!

l'm tired of your one-way

f***ing bullshit.

lf you wanna see me again,

come down and visit me in Florida.

JEM:

C*nt.

ln the 302...

...feds have me dropping Brendan

right here.

l got him back on Tibbetts.

F***ing guy ran 100 yards

with a bullet in his heart, Dougy.

l mean, the f***ing guy should've ran track.

You know what l'm saying?

l didn't ask you to do that.

Yeah, well, you didn't have to, Dougy.

Come on.

They told me Brendan was coming down

here to roll up on you with a Glock 21.

So l came over here,

and l put him in the f***ing ground.

Did nine years for it.

Now, you don't gotta thank me...

...but you're not walking away.

l'm grateful for everything you done

for me.

Your family took me in

when my father went away.

You're like a brother to me.

But l'm leaving.

Gonna shoot me?

Go ahead.

But you're gonna have to shoot me

in the back.

-Don't get up.

-All right.

How you doing, Fergie?

Listen, just wanted to stop by

and tell you myself...

...whatever this thing is you got

going on...

...l think my guys can handle it

without me. You know what l mean?

l wouldn't hire them without you.

And l wouldn't hire you without them.

You're a unit.

Look, with all due respect,

l didn't come here for a debate.

l'm not doing it.

So, you know, work it out

however you can. l....

Calm down. Okay?

lt goes against

my better judgment...

...but just out of respect,

smooth things over...

...just take this for it, all right?

Not gonna cut it.

Do you think l'm gonna put

Joe Flipperhead on this?

You're gonna do what l ask.

DOUG:

Not gonna cut it, huh?

Okay.

Let me ask you something.

Who the f*** do you think you are?

The only guy in Charlestown

with a gun?

You guys run numbers and pump dope.

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