The Stone Killer Page #4

anybody's injured pride.

-l'll be back by tomorrow noon.

-Okay.

lf you turn your stomach into a grave

for this cow

and millions of other animals like them,

and you cut their throats and let their blood

fall upon the floors of the slaughterhouses,

and then you slice their bodies

into small pieces

of roast beef and hamburger and hot dog,

one day nature's going to get back at you

with the heart attack which kill you

with celebral haemorrhage.

That is the animal fat clogging in your brain

and in your heart,

and kills more people than all the wars,

all the natural disasters,

all the diseases

and everything else put together.

Peace.

Miss Geraldine Elizabeth Wexton.

Peace.

The commodity's out of stock.

You sound official.

No tracks.

No dilated pupil. l'm clean.

Some little pig should have stayed home.

l got a different set of questions.

Let me guess.

You want to get into the God thing.

Sufi?

Vedanta?

-The past.

-That old trip.

l suppose once you get busted,

your whole life is one big open file.

We do catalogue the human weaknesses.

That's our playground.

Hey, you got time?

-l never balled a cop.

-Another time, another place, another cop.

Do you know a Gus Lipper?

Charlie Armitage?

lt could have been nice.

Gus Lipper. A big spade, Vietnam vet.

The tantrics believe that

a woman's body is a sacred altar

and pleasure was a path to God.

You wanna talk about bodies?

Let's talk about Gus Lipper's.

He connected with five heavy bullets.

Now, l've driven 180 miles

to ask you a few questions.

lf you don't stop playing games with me,

Little Miss Muffet,

you'll find yourself back in Los Angeles,

viewing the remains of Lipper

and booked up to your empty head

with obstruction.

My consiglieri do not like the use

of these stranieri, these war veterans.

We need an army without faces.

Al, we're only three families out of 26

across the country.

We need our friends in Los Angeles

and Miami.

What Gus means is, if they find out

about these outsiders, we could come apart.

What was Luciano's weapon in '31?

The stranieri, outsiders, stone killers.

Jew guns hired from Lepke, Siegel, Lansky,

faces we never even knew.

We, in Chicago, have one question,

Don Alberto,

are you sure you can get all the head men

in one room at the right moment?

What am l,

a peasant with two olive trees and a pig?

Of course l'm sure.

Are you sure, Al?

A family war is not easy to handle.

Tell you what, you start the blaze,

l'll call the fire department. Okay?

Les. Les, you know Harrison

of the Federal Bureau.

He's brought over some data on

that black suspect of Torrey's, Fred Wexton.

That boy's a militant, a Black Panther.

lt's all here.

They think, and l am of the same mind,

that he's the Wexton

we want in the Lipper killing.

Bring him in.

-Can l wait for Torrey?

-No.

All right, all right. Out of the way.

All right. Get out of the way.

Get out. Come on. Let me through.

God damn it. Get out of the way.

Police. Hey, wait a...

-Come on. Let's get out of here.

-Let's go.

Okay, calm down, you people.

Quiet down. Relax.

All right, come on, now. Come on.

Pipe down. Relax. Take it easy.

You guys keep it quiet.

Come on, keep it down there. Quiet, now.

Why, cracker? Why?

Hey. Hey, hey, Lou.

Cool it. Cool it.

Now listen to me. Listen to me.

Your black Wexton is mixed in

with the militants.

The Bureau says Panthers.

The Chief says to bring him in.

They think he might be the Wexton.

-Thinks?

-Now, remember who's in command here.

How the hell could l forget

that monument of genius?

He sends this cracker to pick up a suspect,

and he takes an army with him.

What for? To ask a few questions?

Yesterday, he blew number one suspect.

Today, he goddamn nearly blew

the entire town.

Where you going?

To try to pick up Langley.

The crime lab checked the place out.

That's him.

You got a poor fielding record.

Two easy catches

and you dropped them both.

l mean, you couldn't catch your breath.

Call in. Have yourself replaced.

-You're coming with me.

-Yes, sir.

Recognise the guy in the centre?

Buys middle-period jazz,

Ellington, Basie, stuff like that.

Maybe l've seen him,

but l don't make the face.

Yeah, l know him. Buys a lot of stuff in here.

Name is Al Langley. Plays trombone.

-He been around lately?

-Last week or so.

lf he wasn't at home,

where would he put up?

Hey, listen, man, he just

buys records from me. He don't confess.

You know what l mean?

Does he always come in alone?

Well, sometimes he's with a chick.

He's a switch-hitter.

Piece of two worlds.

-Where do you think l could find her?

-Damn, l wish l knew.

Hey, you know Paul Long? Spade guitar cat?

Yeah. l know him.

Well, try him.

He and Langley do gigs together.

You might as well get used to it.

You're part of the white power structure,

the enemy.

Pull up here.

Yeah, l'll catch you later, man.

Hello, Wayne. Where can l find Paul Long?

What do you want him for?

l want to ask him

about a white trombone player.

Get Paul. He's over at Greenie's.

We need something for our plate, Torrey.

Freddie Wexton, he was taken in today.

Well, might be over my head.

Try.

-What do you want?

-Al Langley.

lf he was running, where would he hide?

l don't know, but l could find out.

What's the jack on him?

-A killing.

-We'll call.

Okay.

Believe me, Jack, l've tried, Locati's tried.

l don't know.

We're going to need more weight behind it.

You know we don't like to

mix in family trouble, Al.

With these headlines,

it's gonna spill all over.

What makes you think Luchino's people

or the Battaglias will listen to the council?

Look, Vechetti is still the capo di tutti capi

of all these whole families.

l'm telling you, they'll listen.

And if they don't,

the council will take away their franchises

and cut a hole in their pockets.

Even animals like the Battaglias

got to do business.

l'll talk to Vechetti.

When did you have in mind?

April 10th.

Antonio Rossi was shot today

outside his Long Island home,

making him victim number nine

in New York's Mafia war.

Also shot was Rossi's chauffeur,

Stefano Cinieri.

Two men are being sought for questioning

in connection with the slaying.

Meantime, police have made

a massive arrest of over 200 suspects

and others with known Mafia connections.

Here, Captain of Detectives Guido Lorenz

is seen bringing suspects

into the First Precinct house.

As the arrests and the killings go on,

New Yorkers ask, ''Will it ever end,

''or is New York becoming... ''

-Now, what the hell is this?

-What it is.

l want a release for Fred Wexton.

Now, you're throwing

too much sand, mister...

Les, l want him out.

He had two shotguns in his room.

Your brother-in-law has three.

There are 15 million more

between Seattle and Miami.

Okay.

Okay, he goes.

-Do you see any light, Lou?

-Well, l might have Alfred Langley.

Now, that would make me very happy.

-Hello?

-Torrey there?

Wayne.

Hello, Wayne. This is Torrey.

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