Kiss of Death Page #2

I wouldn't give you the skin off a grape.

Gonna be a stiff sentence, Nick.

You better be set.

- I'm set.

- You know, I wasn't fooling

when I talked with you.

- I liked those pictures you showed me.

- Thanks.

I talked with the judge. He'll play ball.

- Well?

- No deal.

Okay.

If you should change your mind

later on though, let me hear.

Remember my name

and get in touch with me.

You know, I'm your insurance policy.

You don't give up, do you?

I usually do.

But I tried a little extra hard this time.

What do you know?

I just remembered something.

It's my birthday. Yeah, today.

- Congratulations.

- No kidding.

I'll tell you something, big man...

I never spent a birthday

with a better guy.

When I heard that you

spit in that judge's face...

I says to myself,

a buddy... a stand-up guy.

- You talk too much.

- In front of these squirts?

Go on, a couple of dopey cops.

I don't even know they're sitting there.

Come on. Cheer up, big man.

It's my birthday party.

We get a free feed tonight.

Ossining. Next stop is Ossining.

Yes. Next stop, Ossining.

Plenty of jobs here...

even for the unlucky ones.

And no prejudice.

- From the old lady, Nick?

- No. I got my own back again.

- That's the second one, ain't it?

- Yeah.

She hasn't written for three months.

It says, "party no longer at this address."

It just doesn't make sense.

Now, take it easy,

Nick. Quit stewing.

Everything was all right three months ago.

She wrote and said

everything was all right.

Then all of a sudden, I...

I've got to find out about it.

You can find out. Ask Chips Cooney.

You know him, don't you?

Used to, but how am I gonna ask him?

Well, he's coming up here on a new rap.

The kids.

She knows how I worry about 'em.

She oughta write.

Hey, Nick.

Chips Cooney.

Harry. Get to Chips Cooney.

See if he knows

what's happened to my missus.

- She's dead.

- Dead? What happened?

I don't know.

There are some things...

you just don't want to talk about.

I kept away as long as I could...

and then finally

one Sunday afternoon...

I got the courage

and went up to see him.

Take a seat, please, miss.

Send in A-106180.

Check.

Hello, Nick.

- Well, don't you remember me?

- Sure.

Nettie.

- You used to take care of my kids.

- Uh-huh.

- How are you?

- I'm all right.

Nick, I-I moved away

before it happened.

- Yeah.

- Maria and I had a fight...

and then a few weeks later, I moved away.

Then...

just two weeks ago, I found out about it.

- I met a former neighbor.

- She told you?

Yes.

I felt so bad about the kids.

I inquired to the police,

and I found out that...

Well, they sent me to a place,

and I found out they're all right.

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