Murder, Inc. Page #2

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I don't know. I'll tell you what | I'll do with you, Joe.

Yeah. Maybe we'll work | something out, a deal.

We forget the money, all right? | We'll wipe out the whole debt.

Everything what you owe, | that's done. Clean. Finished.

Right? But in return, | you gotta do me a favor.

Uh, you used to work | in the, uh, Borscht Belt.

- Ajoint named Ribbon Lodge? | - Yeah.

I did a couple of weeks | there last summer.

Yeah, that's what they tell me. | They tell me you was very good there.

Did you know the owner, a fella named, uh, | Walter Sage? A comic?

Well, you and me, we go up there, | we pay him a visit.

Yeah?

That's all.

Well, what do I do | to clean up the debt?

- That's it. That's the deal. | - What do you want with Sage?

- Well, we got a little business thing. | - What kind?

My kind.

Yeah?

Hey, where you goin', Joe? | Where you goin', Joe?

Hey, Joey, where you goin'? | Hey, where are you runnin'?

- Joe, we ain't finished talking. | - Well, I'm finished talking. | Sage is a friend of mine.

All right, | he's a friend of yours.

He's good to his mother. | He raises poodles. | But that's something else.

That's different. Listen. | Hey, come here.

Hey. Sit down.

Now, look, Joe.

Listen.

All we're gonna do | is work him over. That's all.

I mean, what's a little | schlammin' between friends?

I guarantee you my word, | the worst he gets is a fat lip.

No dice. | I don't want any part of it.

Okay, Joe.

Let's talk about this here.

That $600 that | was due yesterday-

You're gonna get it.

I know I'll get it, | so give it to me.

- Look, Reles, as soon as I get it- | - No, you look!

Don't you understand?

I don't wanna have | to work you over.

I like ya. | I'm lookin' to help ya.

You must be some kind | of jerk or somethin'.

What do you think? I gotta | come to you for the Sagejob?

There's nobody else? I know other guys. | But I wanna do you a favor.

But if you don't do it, | somebody else will.

So, uh, you know, | this way...

you don't do yourself no favor, | you don't do Sage no favor.

You don't say? | Well, I never-

Yeah, that's what you said | the last time.

But I don't believe ya anyway. | Oh, come on, now- Stop that.

- What do you say, Joe? | - Hey!

- Go ahead. You can tear | out the page yourself. | - What's the matter with you?

- You lousy crud.! | - Go ahead, rip it out.

Let me out ofhere.! | What are you, some kind of nut?

What's the matter with you, ya lousy crumb? | Who do you think you are-

- Hi. | - Hi, Joey.

- Hi. | - Well, hi. What you been doing?

- Nothing. | - Is that what you call it?

- What's wrong with my dancing? | - Well, you know what they say.

Love is blind. | No, I like your dancing.

Well, as long as I dance | better than you sing.

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