The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story Page #7

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You're an old guy who don't know

his glory years are behind him.

l ain't f***ing working for you.

Got it?

You got a problem with that, l live at

You know where to find me.

You're gonna do this for me...

...or l'm gonna clip your nuts...

...like l clipped your daddy's.

Don't talk about my father.

Son, l knew your daddy.

He worked for me for years. Years.

Then he wanted his own thing.

You play the horses?

You know, they either geld a horse

with a knife...

...or with the chemicals.

When your daddy said no to me...

...l did him the chemical way.

Gave your mother a taste.

Put the hook into her.

She doped up good and proper.

Hung herself with a wire

on Melnea Cass.

And you? Running around

the neighborhood, looking for her.

Your daddy didn't have the heart

to tell his son...

...that he was looking for a suicide doper

who was never coming home.

lf there's a heaven, son,

she ain't in it.

Oh.

l hear you got a nice,

sweet new girlfriend.

Lives on the park.

l don't want to send her

funeral arrangement to your house...

...but l will if l have to.

Now l know where to find you.

DOUG:

Claire.

Claire?

-Hey.

-Get out.

You okay?

-Get out.

-Hold on one second.

l have this on 911.

All right, you need to give me a chance

to explain myself first. Okay?

No. You had a chance.

Who talked to you?

The FBl, Doug.

You have to listen to me.

You have to let me explain this.

You understand?

-There's a lot going on here, Claire

-No, you go to f***ing hell!

-F***ing hell.

-All right, all right.

DOUG:

All right. All right.

Easy, now.

Why did you do this to me?

Claire, l'm sorry. Okay?

l was gonna tell you.

l came over here that night to tell you.

What, the night you f***ed me?

Is that your thing?

lt's not enough to terrorize someone,

you have to f*** them too?

-Listen to me. Calm down, okay?

-No. No. Get out. Get out!

You don't ever let me see you again.

Never, never.

[SOBBING]

DOUG:

All right.

l'm in.

But if anything happens to her...

...if l think anything

might happen to her...

...l'm coming back here.

And l'm gonna kill both of you

in your own shop.

DOUG:

Hey, Claire?

l just wanna talk to you,

just for two minutes. Okay?

Come on.

Claire, l would never hurt you.

l don't know what you would

Don't f***ing touch me.

All right.

l'm sorry.

Just listen to me for a second,

all right?

l will never lie to you again.

-Really?

-Yes, l promise you.

Ask me anything you want.

l'll tell you the truth.

-Why? l won't believe you.

-Yes, you will.

Why?

Because you'll f***ing hate

the answers.

-You knew l was the manager in the bank?

-Yup.

-Were you following me?

-Yes.

How many banks have you robbed?

Six trucks, two banks.

Have you ever killed anyone?

No.

Think about it.

All right?

l will never lie to you,

l will never hurt you...

...and if l lose you, l will

regret that for the rest of my life.

Just wait for me.

FERGIE:
You know, it's funny.

l can see your daddies' faces in you.

All of youse.

Reminds me l'm still in the ring.

Still taking the punches.

Still ahead on points.

Now, l have a fellow

on the inside there.

He likes to play the ponies.

Has a gambling sickness.

He couldn't pick a horse

to save his f***ing life.

But courtesy of this sick man...

...l have this. Hm?

FRAWLEY:

Well, the gang's all here.

There's always a weak spot.

We just need to find it.

FERGIE:
The cash is brought out and stacked

That is when you hit.

And Monday morning,

after a four-game stand with New York...

...60,000 beers, food, merchandise,

total haul:

Three and a half million.

Taking down the cathedral of Boston.

Priceless.

[CROWD CHEERING]

How long you think it's gonna take Rusty

to dump the inside man...

...when this thing's over?

JEM:
Well, he should have picked

better horses.

This is gonna be a motherf***er.

You know that, right?

Well, if they were easy, kid,

everybody would do them.

MAN 1 [ON TV]:
Lined into right field.

A base hit. Youkilis is headed for third base.

MAN 2:

Hey, Bobby. Yeah, three Buds.

Seem to be having a bit

of a staring contest over there.

KRISTA:

What can l say?

Boys like me.

l bet they do.

[KRISTA CHUCKLES]

What are you doing down here?

Slumming?

l work for the FBl.

Me too.

[KRISTA LAUGHS]

Well, you must be new.

You're all right.

lt doesn't mean

you're getting f***ed, though.

You gotta chase the rabbit

if you want the tail.

My mom taught me that.

You used to hang around

with Doug MacRay a little bit, huh?

How do you know Dougy?

We sort of work together.

Sand and Gravel?

No. No, no.

You a pretty decent judge of size?

Depends.

Size of what?

FRAWLEY:

How big would you say that is?

Six inches?

Over or under?

Under.

Wrong.

l know everything there is to know

about money.

Thickness:
.0043 inches.

Weight:
about one gram.

Which is interesting...

...because that means that this $20 bill

isn't even worth its own weight...

...in Oxy.

So how does it work?

Bartender gets a call...

...you pick up a package at point A,

deliver it to point B...

...the Florist gives you C?

You're thinking of running out on me.

lt's not that simple.

Because, you see...

...l start waving this around

in here...

...bad for you.

l want a lawyer.

Good. Get one.

l mean, it's all about protecting

yourself, right?

Not even yourself. Your daughter.

Don't talk about my daughter.

How long were you with MacRay?

All my life.

ln all those years

that you were together...

...how many diamond necklaces

did he give you?

JEM:

All right, the tools are set.

Got our body armor.

DOUG:

You know, this thing goes right...

...could be your turn

to step away too.

Yeah. Sure.

What am l gonna do, Dougy, huh?

Go down to Margaritaville, drink me

half a yard and fall off f***ing bar stools?

Do me a favor.

The weight of this thing...

...pack a parachute at least.

You know the funniest thing

about being in prison?

Guys pretending

that they wanna get out.

l can't do any more time, Dougy.

So if we get jammed up...

...we're holding court on the street.

[KNOCKING]

DOUG:

F*** are you doing here, Kris?

KRISTA:

l need to talk to you.

Not a great time, hon.

-l know.

-You know?

Okay. Well, what do you want?

KRISTA:

Here you go.

Dez told me you were here.

l wanna see you before you go.

Kris, you could do 30 years

for walking in the door.

Okay? Do you understand that?

For being here.

You can't be bringing your kid

in here, you got it? You can't stay.

l don't wanna stay,

l wanna go with you.

-l wanna change too, Dougy.

-Christ.

Why the f*** can't l change?

l could be a different person.

Jesus Christ.

You tell me what you want me to do.

l'll be whoever you want me to be.

l'm leaving with somebody else.

Oh, yeah?

DOUG:

Yeah.

Why isn't she here then?

Come on.

What do you want me to tell you?

She's going away with you,

why isn't she here?

Where is she? She's not here.

-Such a trashy little f*** pad.

-Take it easy.

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