The Iceman Page #5

Couldn't be truer.

You got a family?

My son's a decent kid,

despite his c*nt mother.

Well, here's my situation.

I'm currently unemployable.

Except maybe by the

rat who turned me in.

Look, Polack,

I'm good at my job.

Just because you f***ed up

doesn't mean I owe you sh*t.

I'll make it worth your while.

You take care of the

details, I do the hit.

No risk.

We split it 50-50.

You trying to be my partner?

No. This is short term.

Roy's got to think I'm retired.

You're Polish, I'm Dutch Irish.

We're not exactly

membership material.

We might as well look

out for each other. Mm-hm.

Going to need more shelves.

Mr. Kuklinski,

it's good to see you all again.

Good to see you, George.

My, your ladies

look radiant tonight.

Don't they always?

Indeed. Your table.

Thanks, George.

My pleasure, sir.

June 2nd, 1979?

F***, does it feel

like two years

since we laid

this f***ing steak?

I don't remember.

Going to take a while

to defrost.

Nah, 24 hours they'll be good.

So I went into your office

to get your jacket

to take to the cleaners

and there was a lot of

money in that pocket.

I sold high on 300,000 francs.

That's about thirty grand.

Thirty grand?

Mm-hm.

Wow.

I'm really proud of you,

Ritchie. I really am. Hm.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Roy.

How are you doing, Leo?

Have a seat, Josh.

Yeah, yeah, what's going on?

Roy?

You can't, Roy.

You, you can't.

Wait, wait, Roy.

Come on, now.

Listen, listen. I'll,

I'll, I'll disappear, okay?

No one will ever hear from me.

Roy, Roy, hold-hold-hold, f***!

Roy. No, you can 't. Sorry, Josh.

Oh!

I can't! I can't!

What the f*** are you doing

here, for Christ's sake?

All right, all right, all

right! Stop! Just stop! Get off!

Get the f*** off me!

Just get... You don't f***ing touch

me, you f***ing son of a b*tch!

Will you leave?

Just go! It's done.

Just f***ing go.

You're done. You're a dead man, Scicoli.

It's got to look

like a natural death.

Like he choked on a steak,

or had a heart attack,

something like that.

I want to be able to go to the funeral,

give my condolences to Roy.

Cry like an old grandmother

and not have my conscience bother me.

You get what I'm saying.

Yeah, I got it.

I'll give you 40 grand.

And if there's no suspicion at all,

and I mean at all,

I'll throw in another

ten as a holiday bonus.

You can finish jerking off.

Cheer up, Polack.

You look like you

don't want to be here.

If I didn't have to leave

the house, I wouldn't.

You sure Leo said 40?

Yeah.

With an extra ten if it

looks like natural causes.

We use cyanide?

Yeah.

Use those new spray

bottles I got.

Sneeze on him, one spray,

tss, he's done. Don't miss.

Hitting Roy's man could

complicate things for us.

Well, at the price

Leo's willing to pay,

this will be it.

So how's Atlantic City looking?

Eh, I should have bought in

before gambling went legal.

Richard Kuklinski, a landlord.

Sh*t, I give you two months.

You're going to be bored out

of your f***ing tree.

More likely they'll find a couple

tenants under the boardwalk.

Think people are

looking at you, just act gay.

You know, swishy.

Polack, what the f***

are you doing here?

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Baby. Baby,

you okay? What happened?

Somebody

call an ambulance! Are you sick?

Hey, you f***...

Yo, Ritchie! Ritchie!

Yo, Ritchie!

Ritchie!

I'll meet you in the car.

Hey!

Yo, we was just talking about you.

Yeah?

Motherf***er, look at you, big guy.

How you doing, Terry?

What the hell

happened in there?

I don't know, looked

like a heart attack to me.

Ah!

How you doing, Adele?

I'm good.

How you doing, Ritchie?

Not bad.

Staying fit.

Give us a second, babe?

I'm freezing here.

Just hang,

just one minute, okay?

Okay.

Dino tells me you've

been working in Brooklyn.

Says you're the first Polack

that's going to be made.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

He said you got on

with Roy Demeo's crew.

What can I do for you, Terry?

I could use some work.

I'm married,

I got two kids now.

Well, I'll see what I can do. Okay?

Good to see you.

Take care, Adele.

Good to see you, Ritchie.

Come on with the f***ing guy.

Roses are red, violets...

My Anabel...

is golden...

as the light of the moon.

My Anabel is golden...

as the light of the moon.

Nice.

Nice.

You just take the can, you

drain it and you just dump it.

Yeah, I am excited.

Gosh, oh my gosh, I'm 16!

Or what? Nobody's

even eating any of this.

I don't like it.

Hi.

How you doing, baby?

That looks nice, honey.

Excuse me, Ritchie.

That's what I

really want for my birthday.

What are you doing?

Got a speech. I love it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

Roses are red,

violets are blue.

My Anabel is as golden

as the light of the moon.

Salud!

I'm not finished.

Today is her birthday, a

blessing for all.

Let's wish her a good one,

and have us a ball.

That's

beautiful! Happy birthday!

Thank you.

Oh, baby, I love you so much.

He wrote the same poem

for my sweet sixteen.

Oh, really?

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

You look great.

Hey, baby.

Thank you so much.

I didn't know

you had it in you.

Happy birthday!

Who wants cake?

I want some cake.

I got the knife over here.

Happy sweet 16th...

Aw, thank you.

Hey, Ritchie. What the

f*** are you doing here?

Roy wants to see you. I

don't give a sh*t. Get lost.

Happy birthday.

Thank you. Oh

my gosh. Look at this!

All right, Roy, do you

mind moving down the block?

My daughter's birthday's

going on in there.

Roy, I have guests. My

whole family is there.

Maybe I should go in and

say happy birthday to her.

You're doing hits with Freezy

for Leo Marks behind my back?

After what I've been

through with Rosenthal?

Now you're going to send me

to another f***ing funeral?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't f***ing lie to me. Who

do you think you're talking to?

You f***ing lie to me.

Maybe we'll talk

to your friend Terry,

seems to think that

you and I are friends.

I can't imagine what

you've been telling them.

Poor sons of b*tches, thinking

their dad's a decent guy.

What are you

going to tell your wife

when I f***ing blow

your kids' heads off?

You think you got

something good?

Man becomes so full of it,

he forgets what's true.

Roy.

Jimmy, get her the f***

out of here, now.

Go back inside.

Don't let him touch her.

Don't let him touch her.

Daddy?

Daddy?

What's going on?

All right, Jimmy,

wait a minute.

You best be looking over your shoulder

'cause if we cross paths again,

I'm going to bury your

whole f***ing family.

Now get out of my f***ing car, Polack.

Hey, baby.

It's okay.

Who are they?

Oh, nobody.

Nobody you need to worry about.

Relax. Everything's okay.

I'll be in in a second.

It's fine.

You're fine.

Everything okay, Ritchie?

What the f***

did you tell Terry?

What the... I don't know.

You should probably

go talk to him.

What happened?

Eh, eh...

It's a misunderstanding.

It's Anabel's birthday,

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