Last Man Standing Page #2

How's the food?

Good.

I brought these mamas in

from Chicago.

Food here was terrible.

It's good, huh?

Yeah. I like garlic.

All right.

What is this? Nobody waits?

You're late.

I had important business.

While you were doing

your important business...

things are happening.

We now have a new employee.

Mr. Smith,

this is Giorgio Cormonte.

Killed Finn. That's Doyle's

best guy next to Hickey.

I know all about it.

And you hire him.

What do you think that

looks like in keeping a truce?

You want to tip Doyle off?

Plus, who the hell is he?

Doyle's guys are scared of him.

He was in town 20 minutes,

he killed one of them.

Doyle ain't gonna do a thing

with Hickey out of town.

The only thing that cockroach

might try...

is to hire this guy for himself.

I don't like it.

I don't like changes

at the last minute...

and I don't like new faces...

You got a problem with me,

take it up with your boss.

I just work here.

So I decided to give up

my free room.

I had seen the real thing...

and these guys

were a long way from it.

I wasn't sure if he was getting

a wooden box ready for me...

or if he just wanted

to say thanks for the business.

Look who's here.

Last time I saw you...

you was gonna have a talk

with some fellas.

Next thing I hear,

one of them's dead.

Conversation

sort of went downhill.

Ain't that right, Bob?

He don't talk much,

but his ears work good.

You got a room you can rent me?

I'm surprised you ain't stayin'

at the Sweetwater.

There's a room upstairs.

I can use the money.

You got a name? Mine's Joe.

OK, Joe.

You let me know

when this runs out...

and I'll give you some more.

You got girls for hire

in this town?

Hell, yes.

You in west Texas.

Round the corner,

third door on the left.

You can certainly afford them.

You remind me of this guy

that used to come see me...

when I worked in New Orleans.

He looked a lot like you.

You ever been to New Orleans?

He was nice.

He wasn't as quiet as you,

though...

but you two almost

look like brothers.

Except he had tattoos.

I think that he was

in the navy.

And he used to come and see me

every Friday or Saturday night.

His name was Clarence.

I had a lot of fun

in New Orleans.

Sorry I ever came

to this lousy town.

There's nothing to do here.

...So I took every kind

of dance class imaginable...

because

I wanted to be a dancer...

and so I came here

because it's off-season...

Get out of here, girls!

Go!

I didn't have nothing

to do with it.

What?

I didn't have nothing...

Who set me up?

They forced me!

They said they'd kill me.

I didn't have no choice.

Give me a name.

Give me a name, goddamn it!

It was a guy that worked

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