Tony Rome Page #6
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1967
- 110 min
- 237 Views
in front of him!
I do it every night
in front of 300 men.
How's he any different?
Where in New York?
Queens. His father
owns a butcher shop.
My old lady
lives next door.
His real name
is Joe Furman.
It's all I can tell you.
You can tell me
why he beat you up.
I was a little girl
when I knew him back home.
I ran into him a few times
down here at the club.
He asked me out.
Well, I guess he expected
something different.
But you
wouldn't understand.
Oh, I might. Maybe he was trying
to get in the wrong ballpark.
That's her business.
Bust outta here, will you?
- Shut up.! He's a cop.!
- I'll shut up when I want to.
Shut up!
Oh, lose a few pounds and shut up!
You... Oh!
Oh! Oh, honey!
Oh, honey, I didn't mean it.
Oh, baby, please come here.
Come here! Come here.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Oh, sweetie,
I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.
Don't make me
do things like that.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- I didn't mean it.
- You want the lights on or off?
Yeah, better off.
- Little Dave!
- Hi, Uncle Tony.
- Come on up here. How you feeling?
- Fine.
- That a boy. Hello, Rose.
- Hi, Tony.
Hey, tiger.
What do you say there?
How many times do I gotta tell you?
He don't talk.
- He don't talk.
- Dave's pretty mad at ya.
- I know.
He's out back,
and the beer's in the usual place.
Okay.
I'll catch you later.
- Good luck.
- Right.
How are ya?
- You missed a spot over there.
- Thanks.
I get the word
you're still mad at me.
What did you expect?
You and your Kosterman juice.
You got us all running around like errand boys,
checking on things you wouldn't explain.
Did you check on Oscar and Langley?
Yeah.
Yeah, I checked.
You didn't kill much.
Oscar was wanted
Langley had three arrests
in New York.
- Released for lack of evidence.
- What kind of evidence?
The evidence that runs
out the back door.
He booked talent for stag parties
and sold jewelry on the side.
Ain't much of a loss.
You know,
your self-defense plea should hold.
But not on the case
ofTurpin.
You're our best bet
until we find out what really happened.
Why don't you drop it, Dave?
Turpin's worth no trouble at all.
Are you crazy? We find a dead body
in your office. We can't ignore it.
If it was a dead archbishop, I could understand
the fuss, but Turpin's a big fat zero.
Tony, you gonna tell me
what's going on?
- In time.
- Thanks.
Meantime, check on a guy
named Joe Furman, alias Nimmo.
Also on a guy named Catleg,
walks with a limp.
- Why?
- Because I think these two guys...
followed me
to Turpin's hotel.
And I think they later
caught up with him in my office.
If that's true, one of them is walking around
with a slug in him out ofTurpin's gun.
Okay, I'll check out
the names.
But, Tony, tell me...
what's going on?
Will you stop worrying?
I'd never leave you holding the greasy
end of the stick, now would I?
I don't know.
Would ya?
Rudy, I keep telling you
this vice president of yours...
wants us to finish
the top floor this week.
- That's what you said at the start, remember?
One floor a week.
- No, no.
- How many days did it rain this week?
- Two days. That's why...
Two. The only way
we're gonna finish this week...
is to go into Saturday
and Sunday, right?
- Well, I thought you said...
- Will you stop thinking and start listening?
Go ask the bookkeeper how much it'll cost to
keep all the men on overtime for the weekend.
- Huh? Go ahead. Go with him.
- Okay.
What do you want?
- I need a word with you.
- Well, hurry it up.
- Rita's gonna call for me in a couple minutes.
- Listen to me.
Two hours after I brought your little girl
home without the pin, Langley knew about it.
That means the tip had to come
from somebody in your family.
If you're gonna dig up a lot of dirt...
I just as soon you let
I don't think the insurance company
would be that polite.
What's your wife's
maiden name?
That's none of
your damn business.
Look. Rita didn't do it
if that's what you're thinking.
If she wanted more money,
all she has to do is ask me for it.
Those jewels are worth about a half
million dollars, Mr. Kosterman.
- Even if she asked for that much?
- She'd get it.
- No questions?
- Good-bye, Rome.
Look out! Look out!
- Rudy.! Rudy.!
- It's all right. It's all right, Rita.
It's just my arm. That's all.
It's just my arm.
The bullet is out.
The bone isn't broken.
- There's nothing to worry about.
- Thank you.
- It's a superficial wound. He'll be fine.
- Thank God.
See, honey? I told you he was
too tough to die.
- When can I see him?
- They'll let you know soon enough.
Mrs. Kosterman,
what's your maiden name?
The desk would like to know in order to
fill out the surgical release forms.
It's Rita Neilson.
Are you sure he's all right?
Positively.
Whatever happened
to that fella Nimmo?
- Nimmo?
- Nimmo.
I don't know anybody
by that name.
Yes, you do, Rita.
He came to the house once.
We didn't like him.
Maybe that's it. You don't like him
Can't you see she's upset?
Stop bothering her.
Don't be a hero, buster.
I checked your war record.
He went AWOL when they handed him
Hey, you
and your clients.
Well, you gotta admit
I bring you a lot of customers.
However, this one
is still alive.
You got a make
on the guy who shot him?
Yeah, Catleg. The guy I told you about
with the limp.
He was driving a 1967 gold Pontiac
four-door sedan.
- Here's the license number.
- We'll run it through Motor Vehicles.
- Rented or stolen is my guess.
- Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
- Here's the bullet.
- Get it to the crime lab.
- Yes, sir.
I think you'll find
when you get a make on that...
that it matches the one
they lifted out ofTurpin.
Look. Do I get told how
this ties in with Turpin?
I wish I knew.
Anything on Nimmo?
Nothing local,
How 'bout you contact
the New York Police Department?
Have 'em check out
his father.
He runs a butcher shop
in Queens.
I figure if they write to each other,
we can get an address on him here in Miami...
whether it's Nimmo or Furman,
whatever name he uses.
And while you're at it,
check on Mrs. Kosterman.
- For what?
- If I knew for what, I wouldn't ask you.
All I found out about her is that
her maiden name is Rita Neilson...
and she used to work in a bar
at the Columbia Towers.
- Uh, Mr. Kosterman would like to see you.
- Thanks, Doc.
Oh, almost forgot. They called me
from the coroner's office.
- They wanna know who's gonna bury Turpin.
- They wanna know what?
Well, you and he
were partners once.
Wait a minute.
You try to hit me with a murder rap...
and now you expect me to pay for
the bum's funeral?
Well, I hear
you got lucky.
Yeah.
Thanks to you.
That's one push
I owe you.
The attempt on you sounds like
a contract, Mr. Kosterman.
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