The Killing Page #3

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So I step out once in a while.

Look, you got yourself a husband,

a guy who'll spend every last nickel on you...

won't ask you any questions

when you come home from

an afternoon movie at 9:00 at night.

- Don't be greedy.

- I'm not greedy, Val. I'm in love with you.

If that's being greedy, then I'm the biggest

glutton that ever walked the Earth.

Don't make it sound so ominous.

It's not like you're gonna eat me alive.

I may just do that.

Darling, what are the two things in life

you're most interested in?

- What?

- Money and women?

Oh. That's a nice way to put me down.

- That about sums it up, doesn't it?

- We'll let it stand.

But I imagine what you really meant to say

was "money and woman."

We're gonna have money, Val,

more money than you ever dreamed of.

- Maybe even millions.

- Oh, yeah? How?

George. That's how.

He's stumbled onto somethin' big.

- That meatball?

- A meatball with gravy, Val.

You know he works at the track.

Well, somehow - and don't ask me how -

but he's got connected with a mob.

They're gonna rob the track offices

for the day's receipts.

You mean he seriously told you

that he and some mob are gonna

knock over the racetrack?

And you can believe him, Val, 'cause George

may be a fool, but he's not a liar.

The guy's crazy.

That's never been done before.

I know. I told him that, but he says the job's

all set up, and it's gonna be done.

And if I just sit tight, I'd be up

to my curls in cash, just like that.

Well, let's suppose this is all true.

How do I fit in?

Well, you know I've been gonna leave George.

I guess you know why too.

Well, you've been saying that

for a long, long time, Sherry.

But everything's changed now.

I was gonna tell him tonight.

George may be very rich very soon.

That's all he needs, isn't it?

He'd still be George.

So you think, uh, let's say George and his boys

pull this job, and George gets his cut.

Maybe I could take it away from him, huh?

I think you could.

What about the others?

You got any idea who they are?

Only this. I went through his clothes

while he was showering.

I'm quite sure George went there tonight.

Hmm.

Kiddo, I think we got somethin' here.

You know, if this is true,

this is a lot bigger than you think.

You're interested in taking Georgie's cut?

Well, I got news for you.

Georgie's cut's gonna be peanuts

compared to this whole thing.

We gotta find out more

about the overall plan.

- You think he'd tell you any more?

- Not a chance.

I could see he was scared stiff

'cause he talked as much as he did.

I don't get it, Johnny -

about these two other guys.

You mean there's gonna be

two other guys in on the deal,

and we ain't gonna know who they are?

That's right. You don't know who they are,

and they don't know who you are.

- That makes sense to you, doesn't it?

- Yes, I guess so, but -

It makes sense to me, all right.

How come we need 'em, though, Johnny?

What are they gonna do?

Well, one of them's

for the job with the rifle.

None of you boys can handle that,

even if you were willing to.

And the other one

starts the fight in the bar.

These other fellas - how much

are they cuttin' in for? Not that I mind.

Anything you do is okay, but -

These men are not gonna be

in on the basic scheme.

They're getting paid to perform certain

definite duties at a certain definite time.

And they're not cutting in on the take.

They'll be paid a flat price

to do a straight job.

Well, if they don't know anything

about the basic plan, about the job,

then why are they doin' it?

It's simple. These boys are straight hoods.

They get paid in advance.

Five grand for the one with the rifle,

and 2,500 for the other.

- Where's this money comin' from?

- That's where Marvin comes in.

He's getting the 7,500 for us,

and he gets it back off the top.

I wish I could do more, Johnny.

It's almost not right for me

to get as much as everybody else.

- After all, all I do is -

- Your money counts for plenty, Marv.

You don't hear any of them

complaining, do you?

Sure. You're okay in our book, Marv.

But look, Johnny.

If these two hoods get paid in advance, how

do you know they're gonna do their jobs?

I'll vouch for 'em. These guys are pros.

They can't afford to weasel out on a deal.

If they did, they'd be washed up. Okay?

- Okay.

- Any other questions?

Well, let's take a look at this then.

This is a rough drawing of the track

as I remember it.

Randy, you'll have to get me

an A-1 street map of the whole district.

George, Mike, I want you

to go over this thing with me inch by inch.

Bring it completely up to date,

add or subtract the slightest change...

even if it's something as small

as the placement of a hot dog stand.

Now, give or take a few thousand...

I figure the loot on this deal

at two million.

There should be that much

in the track offices.

That includes profits

on the parimutuel betting...

the breakage money,

taxes from the mutuel machines...

receipts from the concessions

and the money from ticket sales.

None of this money is allowed to accumulate

at any one point around the track.

Except for money to make change with

and the mutuel clerk's payoff money...

why, it all goes into the office.

And out of the entire take,

only a few thousand dollars...

is put in the office safe

to cover emergencies.

The rest is out in the open,

held for pickup by armored car.

That car arrives about 5:00...

and parks directly in front

of the main entrance to the clubhouse.

Two men stay in it - one at the wheel,

and the other at a machine gun in the turret.

Two others enter the office

to collect the dough.

Now, they're armed, of course, and so are

the track detectives who cover them

from the car to the office and back.

Now, once the armored car arrives,

a, uh, stickup is -

Is out of the question.

Say, now, what in the name of Pete

would a babe be doing outside that door?

Uh, what do you think?

You guys, any of you ever

see this woman before?

- It's Sherry, my wife.

- Why, you -

You been talkin'.

Now you spilled to her.

I did not. What, do you think I'm crazy?

I wouldn't -

You jerk! You clown!

Come on, clown.

Sing us a chorus from Pagliacci.

You better talk, George. Come clean.

Either you talk, or we'll get it out of her.

Please, you wouldn't do anything

to her, Johnny? Please.

I don't wanna, but if you won't talk,

if you won't tell us what you told her -

I didn't tell her nothin'! Honest, I didn't.

Why would I do a thing like that, Johnny?

Sure, she wouldn't.

She's just a building inspector, isn't she?

Just stopped outside that door

to measure the keyhole. Why, you -

Let's have it, George.

We're gonna get it out of one of ya.

If you didn't tell her,

then why was she around here snoopin'?

Oh! She must have found the address

in my pocket.

Sure. That's what it was.

Thought I was two-timing her.

You know, runnin' around with another -

Of course.

She's just checkin' up on me, John.

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