The Iceman Page #3

Can I come in the bed, please?

Secretary

of State Henry Kissinger says

he will ask Congress for funds.

They're coming

back from Vietnam?

Y eah.

Dad?

What?

Sister Marjorie says

it's God's will.

What's God's will?

The people who died in Vietnam.

That doesn't really make sense to me.

Well, you know, honey, there's

just too many people in the world

for God to care about everyone.

So that's why we look

after each other.

Yeah, your mom's right. God's

got nothing to do with it.

There's nothing else on?

They got school, Ritchie.

They got school real early.

Mom's the boss.

Can I stay in here with you?

Not tonight.

Come on. You'll be all right.

Come on, girls.

No more bad dreams.

All right.

All right, goodnight.

Love you.

Love you. Just count

sheep. That's what I do.

I'll try it.

You're the one who wanted to

send them to Catholic school.

I was an altar boy.

Oh, yeah.

Come here.

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, Josh.

Who's up there?

The Gambino guy, Leo Marks.

Leo?

Yeah.

You know something, Leo?

One of these days I'm not going

to let you in here anymore.

I'm starting to associate

your face with bad news. Salud.

I got where I am by doing

what's right, Roy. Salud.

Oh, yeah?

Is that how it works?

You know, I'm the one

delivering the message.

Not receiving it.

All right, well,

what's the message?

Rosenthal steals

half a mil in cocaine,

then shoots the couriers.

You're being held responsible

by the Cubans for his actions.

How do you figure that? How

the f*** am I responsible?

He goes around throwing your

name. Demeo this, Demeo that.

Starts a war, so now everyone

thinks you're involved.

He was just trying

to help me out, Leo!

Help you out?

Ha!

Then it's your fault you

made him feel sorry for you.

You want to be friends

with the Gambinos,

then be real with me.

I understand you got this

relationship with Rosenthal.

But the couriers he

killed and stole from,

they were linked

to the Callies, Roy.

Nothing gets forgotten.

Leo, you're asking me

to kill Rosenthal?

Why don't you stop asking

questions you know the answers to?

I took the kid

from the streets!

I raised him like he was one of my own.

Then that's your problem.

Kid goes around telling

everybody he's your son

and they hold the...

the father accountable.

They were f***ing

coked out delivery boys!

Who gives a f***? Who

gives a sh*t about them?

But that's not the point.

You understand? They'll come

after you and him no matter what.

Do you f***ing understand that in

your f***ing thick head? Yes! F*** me.

You get what I'm telling

you? Yeah, I get it.

Even people you consider

friends will come after him.

You got that friend, Marty.

What about Marty?

He already started spreading

the word where to find him.

This is one big f***ing

mess we don't need, Roy.

Clean it up.

The property is in Vernon and

he's asking Atlantic City price.

Dad, we got to go.

Gambling

is going legal any day.

They're condominiums,

not a casino.

You got to understand,

it's a seller's market.

With the rumors of gambling going legal,

property values are

going through the roof.

T ell them I 'm not going

above 150, all right?

You're changing your tie.

He won't give me the time of day.

I'll have to call you back later.

All right.

Take care.

Hey, I'm going shopping.

Need anything?

More cologne?

What, again?

Yeah.

You got a girlfriend

I don't know about?

No, it's for you, baby. Mom.

Have a great day

at school, sweetie.

All right, bye.

Bye.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Look at that.

Let's go, Bets!

Don't take any crap

from any nuns.

Okay, I won't.

Coming.

Come here.

Bye.

Love you.

Love you.

Love you, too.

All right.

See you after school.

There's no sound on this,

but tell me your name.

Alex.

Alex.

Very nice to meet you, Alex.

I'm Marty.

Very nice.

Ah, look at that.

Bare your soul.

Okay, you like that?

I like that.

No! No!

Yes, he asked

me about Rosenthal,

if I 'd seen him lately

and I said not in a while! That's all.

That's... yes,

that's all.

Of course, yes.

I swear to God. Yes.

As soon as possible.

Thank you, Roy.

He wants to talk to you.

Yeah?

Right.

Ah. Guess everyone has

a soft spot, right?

Guess so.

Hey, what the f***'s going on?

He changed his mind.

No, no, no, no.

Look,

Rosenthal's my best friend.

I would never say anything.

Not my problem.

Well, do-no! No!

Not-Please don't!

God, please!

God, please!

What, are you praying?

God, please! Please!

You really believe that?

You think God will

come down and save you?

All right. I'll give you some time.

Pray to God.

Tell him to come

down and stop me.

Go ahead.

Our Father...

Our Father...

Mm-hm.

All right, then.

All right, all right, all right.

I'm not feeling nothing.

Nothing at all.

Harder.

What? I'm...

This your last chance.

No. No. Don't.

I think God's busy.

Please... please,

I didn't see anything.

I'm not Shannon.

I'm Alex.

She's his girl usually.

I don't know him. L...

Doesn't f***ing matter!

I promise I won't say anything.

Shh. How old are you?

Seventeen.

Get out. Come on.

Come on. Get dressed.

Come on.

Better hurry up.

Come on.

Just get out of here.

Hey, Polack.

What?

Let's take a ride.

Why?

Suit yourself.

What the hell are you up to?

Guess the man didn't

want to take any chances,

putting us both

on the same mark.

Kuklinski, right?

Yeah.

Robert Pronge. Introductions

are long overdue.

- Who's the girl?

- I don't know her.

And you let her go?

I don't kill women or children.

You're going to kill

your reputation.

What are you doing?

She saw my face.

Stop the car.

Stop the car now.

The odds are against you.

You shoot the captain,

the ship goes down.

Stop the f***ing car!

Aw, what the f*** is

the matter with you?

Christ! Are you

f***ing nuts?

Got to keep my reputation.

You owe me a window, Polack.

Yeah, I'll pay you back

someday.

You want to get the f*** out of the way?

Stupid motherf***er.

Vegetables are good for you.

Didn't your mom

ever tell you that?

No.

No? What about leaving

witnesses at a murder scene?

She forget to tell you

that one, too?

I guess she didn't

give me much advice.

She was a kid, Roy.

That's right.

Young girls are notorious for

keeping their f***ing mouths shut.

She doesn't even know me.

They got nothing' on me.

Can I do something? No.

Jimmy.

Thing is? I told you

to zip it the f*** up.

I did. I'm getting paranoid, Polack.

And it's all because he

wanted to help me out.

The Gambinos want to hurt me.

The Callies want my

whole f***ing family dead.

The other day, there's a

car that I don't recognize,

it's parked

outside of my house.

Looked Cuban enough,

piece of sh*t car,

dark skin, I think one thing.

So I panic.

Turns out it's a

f***ing Puerto Rican kid

selling vacuum cleaners

to help pay his way through

college. You get it now?

I'm not going to do a thing

until this is resolved.

For now, you're decommissioned.

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