The Pope of Greenwich Village Page #10

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Charlie! F***ing Superman

would have broke, man.

Superman wouldn't have held out.

Charlie, I was just so f***ing scared.

F***ing bum.

You're a f***ing bum, Paulie.

Charlie, Charlie,

we won money today, man.

We can go to Miami.

We can go to Miami. Please, Charlie.

- You wanna know something?

- We can go to Miami.

You wanna know something,

you piece of sh*t?

Diane was right.

You're no f***ing good, Paulie.

- You ain't no f***ing good.

- Charlie!

- No, you screwed me, Paulie.

- Charlie!

Charlie, we could go to Miami.

Make your usual pick-up

in your usual place.

That's all that counts, no?

That was Bed Bug Eddie Grant.

It's September 21st.

11:
25 PM.

Heading for my monthly

pick-up on West Street.

From there, to Queens Village

to deliver the money

to Inspector Ed Burns,

whose voice

will be on this tape later on.

Hope to be erasing this in Phoenix

in about a year.

This is a private club, pal.

Well, I'd like to see Eddie Grant.

He's in the back room.

You're Charlie Moran?

You're one of the scumbags

that robbed my money.

You were brought up around here, no?

Carmine Street.

Same thing.

And you know you owe

the neighborhood some respect.

People steal from Eddie Grant,

it makes for a total breakdown.

No one knows right or wrong.

Before you know it,

you got mulenyams moving in.

What the hell brings you in here?

A tape I took off a dead cop

that'll hang you by your balls.

You walked in here to threaten me?

You're f***ing right

I walked in here to threaten you.

The last time somebody talked to me

close to that was from the Village, too.

I parcel-posted the scumbag home.

He didn't have the tape

that could put you away for 20.

Okay, let me give you some advice.

You're behaving like

a mammalucc'. Capisce?

You walk in here.

You don't show the club no respect.

You're acting like a scumbag.

You're half Irish, so I...

I make considerations.

I give you this for the tape.

I promised myself

I'd wipe my ass with this hand.

And nobody...

nobody but the Pope

could walk out of here with his hand.

Mister, I am the Pope.

This might be your church,

but right now,

I'm the Pope of Greenwich Village,

because I got a tape, all right?

I like you. You have balls.

I don't get too mad at that.

Coffee, Eddie?

Three sugars, Eddie?

I already put your sugar in, Charlie.

Lye! I filled his f***ing

espresso with lye!

You got one shot here.

Run. Run like hell.

- What did you do? I had him.

- What do you mean, what did I do?

I went all the way for you, Charlie.

Come on.

Okay, walk slow and be cool.

- Great.

- Charlie, we got a shot here.

We got tickets for Miami.

Charlie, things could be

a hell of a lot worse, man.

I mean, we got $20,000 in our pocket.

Things are looking up, Charlucc'.

Paulie, you know,

you got a serious thinking disorder.

What are you talking about?

What am I tal... oh, yeah,

things are looking up.

Absolutely.

I had him. I had him, Paulie.

Charlie, what I done back there,

I done 100% for you, man.

For me, right. You tell me about it.

And another thing, man,

you need me, man.

Without me along,

you'd be nickel-and-diming it

in ten minutes, man.

- I'm the one with the moves.

- You the one with the moves?

The summer wind

Came blowing in

From across the sea

It lingered there

To touch your hair

And walk with me

All summer long

We sang a song

And then we strolled that golden sand

Two sweethearts

And the summer wind

Like painted kites

Those days and nights

They went flying by

The world was new

Beneath a blue umbrella sky

Then softer than a piper man

One day it called to you

I lost you

I lost you to the summer wind

The autumn wind

And the winter winds

They have come and gone

And still the days

Those lonely days

They go on and on

And guess who sighs

His lullabies

Through nights that never end?

My fickle friend

The summer wind

Warm summer wind

Mm, the summer wind

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