Mr. Majestyk Page #4

Didn't have a spare,

and I don't have two bits.

Well...

I think I can trust you for a phone call.

Phone's over there.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Operator.

Operator, would you get me

the police department in Edna, please?

This is 456-9253.

- Edna Police Station.

- Lieutenant McAllen.

- Hello.

- Hey, Lieutenant. This is Majestyk.

Damn it, Majestyk, where are you?

I'm downtown in a hotel, what do you think?

Get your ass over here,

or you'll be in a lot more trouble...

Listen...

Listen to me now, who the hell

do you think's paying for this call?

- What's on your mind?

- Now that's better.

Hey, Lieutenant, I got Renda.

What? I don't believe you.

I said I got him.

He can't get loose, unless I turn him loose.

Just think again.

He's got you all over the country...

You keep talking, man, I'm gonna hang up.

Vince, what do you want?

All right. I got Frank Renda...

and you got an assault charge against me.

Drop the charge, I'll give you Renda.

You're gonna sell him to us?

Well, there ain't nothing

that's free in this world.

Why don't we come right over and get him?

No, I'll deliver him.

- Right, then.

- You come here...

you're liable to say you found us.

You're taking a risk.

I think we'd better come there.

- Yeah...

- Tell me where you are, I'll be there first...

Miss?

Yes.

Could you trust me

for one more call to Denver?

Sure, okay.

And a couple of bottles of beer to go, okay?

All right.

- Yeah?

- Hey...

I got a message for someone named Wiley.

Wiley's not here now.

You can leave the message with me.

All right.

Get a pencil and paper,

and I'll give you the details.

That's it.

That's the car, man!

Okay, let's go.

Who's that?

That's Wiley.

That's all you got to know.

- God, Frank, you're really a mess!

- Yeah.

- Where's the money?

- I already gave it to her.

- Gave it to who?

- The lady at the store on the highway.

I was told to stop there and give her $3.85.

That's what I did.

$3.85?

Hey, what are you pulling, man?

We made a deal, $25,000.

You drive.

You sit on the other side up front.

Hey, wait a minute.

You want to do it by yourself,

or you want me to give you some help?

I must have missed something.

Where are we going?

We're going to jail.

What?

You fink!

Okay...

you got a new game.

The price is up. What's it gonna cost?

You paid $3.85, you're in.

Stop the bullshit!

How much?

Nothing, Frank.

I explained it to you simply, didn't I?

You make a deal with me, or you're dead.

You understand?

I go away, you're dead!

I made another deal.

With who, the cops?

They'll have to live with you forever.

Can you see that?

Never knowing when you're gonna get hit.

He's kind of weird, isn't he?

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