Kiss of Death Page #2

He's gonna give me $1500.

- Who called you?

- I don't know. Some guy.

Some guy, huh?

You know you're being charged

with felony murders?

That's 30 for the body, 10 more for the felony.

Do you think that the guy who called you,

if we had him here...

...do you think he'd do 40 years for you?

Got a family?

I don't know the guy.

You did good, Jimmy.

- Well, what else could you do?

- What else could I have done, Jack?

I coulda done plenty. So they're talkin'

felony murder plus ten. That's bullshit, right?

They'll be happy with

a class two grand larceny.

All that other sh*t, come on!

It's thunder without lightning.

- Class two?

- Stolen property in excess of $75,000.

You'll draw five years.

Serve three, maybe two.

- Serve two?

- Look, you gotta take the hit.

I mean, what can I tell you

that you don't already know?

You did it, right? And they know that.

It's gonna be easy inside. It'll go like a dream.

What happens to my family?

Do you have any idea what

my wife and I have been through?

Relax.

We take care of our own.

- $150?

- Yeah, every week, outta my own pocket.

What the hell can I do with $150?

Bev, it wasn't like he was pullin' down

weekly G's out there, you know?

Let's be realistic. I'm not made of money

either. I'm just tryin' to help out a little bit.

I can't believe this.

You know, Bev, there is another way

you could get it up a little bit.

You know, if you worked for me

at the garage - you know what I'm sayin' -

and, you know, like, run credit cards

and make appointments and stuff like that...

It'd be... you know, a strictly kosher gig.

Come on, Bev. I mean, I owe him.

I owe him big time, all right?

- Let me do this.

- What'd he do it for, Ronnie?

Bev, I swear, I don't know.

I mean, if that could be me in there...

- Where's the baby?

- With Rosie.

- How's she doin'?

- You know, she misses you.

Number five!

How could you do this? I can't make it

out there without you. I don't understand.

Well, I felt I had... no choice.

They were gonna kill Ronnie.

We were doing OK.

Didn't you think we were doing OK?

They doin' right by you?

Doin' right by me? You're in jail, Jimmy.

Number five!

- Bobby, what's the deal with this?

- It needs an 80-amp alternator, 8417 belts.

- F***in' thing snapped.

- We ain't got no more? OK, I'll buy some.

- John, you cut the drums?

- Yeah, both of 'em.

Good work.

- Did the kid Terry call about the Chevys yet?

- Not yet.

Let me know, all right?

It's f***in' hot.

It's like Tijuana out here.

Thanks. I don't drink.

- Not no more, huh?

- Not no more.

- There was a time, though, right?

- Right.

Yeah, I remember. You andJimmy.

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