The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story Page #8

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After a Tiffany necklace,

l thought a room at the Ritz.

Huh?

What'd you say?

Where did you hear that?

Where'd you hear about a necklace?

A little bird.

F***ing smartass. Who told you that?

Who told you about a necklace?

[SHYNE CRYING]

l know you'd rather see a rope

around my neck!

You're getting the f*** out of here.

Let's go.

Come here, honey.

l know, it's gonna be okay. It's all right.

KRISTA:
We're coming with you.

-You're getting out of here.

KRISTA:

Dougy, we're f***ing coming with you.

DOUG:

It's time to go. Okay? Here we go.

Time to go, sweetheart. Okay?

-l'm not leaving here.

-Let's go.

-l'm not f***ing leaving.

-Take the kid home.

KRISTA:

Get the f*** off me!

l can walk myself.

Don't you say no to me!

Take this.

JEM:

Hey.

Will you quit f***ing doing that?

You're making me nervous.

MAN:

Yeah, we got a DWl over here, one car.

Coughlin, Kristina.

She had a kid with her.

The mother's at Mass General.

She wanted me to call you.

All right, yeah. l'll be right there.

Officer.

Yeah. Let's go.

Down here.

There's the door.

And remember,

you never f***ing saw me.

Okay.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:

Dr. forrest, dial 112, please.

Dr. forrest, please dial 112.

KRISTA:

Here he is, Mr. Six-lnches.

What happened?

You're a crimestopper,

figure it the f*** out.

Sweetheart.

l know you have oxycodone,

cocaine and alcohol in your system.

l know that you have five cars

registered in your name.

And l know right now, your daughter

is sitting in the back of a state van...

...driven to

the Department of Social Services.

So how long you wanna do this?

l'm a person, you know?

A person

who's gonna need a plea agreement...

...if you ever want to see your kid again.

Why is it always l'm the one

who's getting used?

What do you have?

Knowing just that...

...Dougy's going away after.

Wait, what after? After what?

Krista, l need you to be smart here.

This could be a big moment for Shyne.

Make a huge difference in her life.

[KRISTA SOBBING]

We can help you, sweetheart.

DOUG:
You there?

DEl [OVER RADlO]: l'm here.

-All set.

DOUG:
Okay. Go ahead.

All set.

DOUG:

Who called 911?

JEM:

You the guys who called 911?

MAN 1 :

No one from here called.

Nah, we didn't - It wasn't us.

DOUG:

We got a 911 call.

JEM:

Robbery, guys. Come on.

MAN 2:
You said a robbery?

DOUG:
Yeah.

A call saying you're being held up.

-Let me call Mike.

DOUG:
We just walked past Mike.

He let us in.

Hey, look, guys. We got a distress call.

All right?

-So who made the call?

-Nobody called from here.

No one called? What are we doing here?

-Hold on. Where's Mike?

-l just told you where Mike was.

You boys see all right?

-Huh? You f***ing smartass.

-Listen. Listen.

For our safety, for everyone's safety,

we need to see your IDs.

Guys, hold up.

We been here all morning. Take it easy.

My partner asked for your ID.

All right? We don't know you.

Till we identify all the parties involved here,

we're gonna need some IDs...

...we need to see

everyone on the ground. Right now.

MAN 3:

Whoa, whoa.

-Get your hand off your weapon.

JEM:
Hey, relax.

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

JEM:
Get on the ground!

DOUG:
Get on the f***ing ground.

JEM:

Hands behind your back.

Face down.

Behind your back. Come on.

Get your hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back. Let's go.

MAN 1:
Take it easy.

-F***.

DOUG:

In the cash room.

Arnold Washton.

You live at 311 Hazer Street in Quincy...

...with a wife named Linda

and three small dogs.

Do not make a distress call.

Also in the cash room:

Morton Previtt.

You live at 27 Counting Lane, Randolph.

Wife, also Linda.

Morton, the Lindas

want you to open this door.

We have men outside your homes.

[DOOR BUllES]

Back up. Back up.

MORTON:

You think you're gonna get out of here?

l got friends that are guards at Walpole.

They'll make your lives hell.

JEM:
Well, don't you worry about it,

old-timer.

No one's going to prison.

MAN 1 :

Ten more.

MAN 2:

Right away.

MAN 3:

Picking up.

MAN [ON RADlO]:
-least from the fan base

when the Red Sox win.

When the Red Sox win in extra innings

and eveybody can go home happy...

...and they're singing ''Dirty Water''

DOUG:
How you doing?

GLOANS:
F***ing beautiful.

JEM:

Come on.

GLOANS:
Last motherf***er who robbed

the Red Sox like this was Jack Clark.

Looked around the block.

There's no cars, no vans around. Nothing.

FRAWLEY:

Maybe we're too early. Or too late.

Let's go. l want this street clear. Come on,

get these people out of here. Let's go.

We've been trying to hail security for the

cash room. We're not getting a response.

Okay, let's go.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

Sh*t.

-F***!

DEl:
Let's get the f*** out of here!

That's us inside.

JEM:

Go! Go!

F***ers!

[GLOANS YELLS]

Gloans! Gloans. F***.

-He all right?

DOUG:
He's all right. They just got the vest.

Yo, Dez, get the plunger!

Shut it!

Dez?

Come on, come on.

They look like EMTs.

l count four. Maybe one down.

FRAWLEY:

Go.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

There's a million f***ing cops

out there.

Cover your ears!

[MUTED SOUND]

No!

MAN 1:
All right, go, go, go.

MAN 2:
All right, move it out.

F*** you!

MAN 3:
Move down.

Get them the f*** out of here.

Meet me at the f***ing switch!

They ain't looking for f***ing cops.

l'm gonna roll out the front...

...the two of youse beat it out

the side in the f***ing cop uniforms.

The whole f***ing force

is out there, kid.

You know l can take a pinch.

Don't worry about it.

l'll only give them your first name.

[SIREN WAILING]

MAN 1 :

Clear.

MAN 2:

Okay, go.

Move, move.

Hey, don't move. Don't move.

-Put your weapons down.

MAN 2:
F*** you. Boston P.D.

MAN 3:
Look out, coming through.

Stand down. Stand down.

See you in Florida, kid.

See you when you get back.

All right. Go.

MAN 4:
All right, guys, let's back up.

Feds got this.

MAN 5:

Hey. Hey.

You B.P.D. need to f*** off.

What are you doing?

It's an FBl crime scene.

Don't put your hand up to me. Go.

MAN 6:

Jurisdiction, guys. Walk away.

That's my kill.

MAN:

l don't know if we're dealing with...

...some high level of genius here

with security...

...but security's saying

they got hit by cops.

Cops?

Yeah. Two cops, they said.

FRAWLEY:

Hold up.

Where you going?

Pull up here.

Officer, can you hold up a minute?

Visual on Coughlin,

heading south toward Boylston.

Hotel parking lot on Van Ness.

He's dressed as B.P.D.

MAN [OVER RADlO]:

Copy.

FRAWLEY:

Officer.

Coughlin.

[AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE]

MAN:

Drop your weapon!

WOMAN:

No!

Move! Move!

[JEM YELLS]

Coughlin, throw down your weapon.

JEM:

F*** you.

FRAWLEY:

Let me see those hands, right now.

JEM:

F*** you!

MAN:

Move, move.

You got 30 seconds, a**hole.

Okay.

l surrender.

l surrender.

Rusty, something went wrong.

Come here.

Fergie.

Prick.

Fergie...

...remember who clipped your nuts

ror you.

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