Payback Page #2

So? What do you care?

I'm her husband.

You won't f***ing kill me?

Not in front of these kids.

Where is he?

I don't know!

That's the truth.

It got delivered to me last night.

I won't see anyone till next month.

Why all the trouble?

He's afraid of the girl.

I mean...

...of Mrs. Porter.

I mean, that's how it looks to me.

I don't know nothing.

I know Val from the old days.

Three months ago he asks me

to do him a favor.

I make an extra grand a month.

I figure, what the hell?

Now you threaten to kill me?

That much a buddy of Val's I am not.

He's in the city.

That's all I know.

How do you know that?

- He said so.

- When?

When he came. Said he squared

himself with the syndicate.

Said he was back

in the big time for good.

He was very excited.

You tell him that Porter is back too.

And he wants his money.

I'll come back for you

when these kids are not around.

When would I tell him this?

Talk to me.

There's a young lady to see you.

Her name is Pearl.

She's got two very bad habits.

Right now I'm only interested

in one of them.

Send her up.

Apartment 718, ma'am.

Go right on up.

Send her up.

It's Haskell.

Sorry to call you at home...

Don't be sorry.

Just don't call.

I got a call from a cab guy

on the south end.

- What is it?

- It's this guy, Stegman.

Sh*t. Hold on a second.

On your knees, b*tch.

I want satisfaction.

I'm on the phone, Pearl.

It's "Mistress Pearl."

I'm on the f***ing phone!

Make it quick.

This guy Stegman calls.

He sounded all nervous,

like something scared him.

He had to talk to you.

I said I'd see what I could do.

- What was it about?

- He said to tell you Lynn was dead.

He said some guy wanted you.

That's all he said.

I thought you ought to know.

You did right.

I want to talk to him.

Who, Stegman?

No, President Nixon.

Of course, Stegman!

Tell him Varrick's, by the bridge.

Make it...

Make it 20 minutes.

I'm working here!

Can't you see I'm working here?

Put it on my tab.

I'm looking for a girl.

She goes by the name of Rosie.

Do you know her?

She worked by telephone,

not freelance.

Probably connected

with the syndicate.

Out of my league.

I wouldn't know her.

Maybe you know somebody who would.

- Why you looking for her?

- I'm her brother.

I got cancer.

I want to see her.

You two look close.

Got a cigarette?

Your sister sounds expensive.

Try Michael,

bartender at the Regal Hotel.

That wasn't the name

I was looking for.

The only one I got.

I tried to call you, but you

must have changed your number.

I never gave you my original number.

What did this guy look like?

He had dark hair, blue eyes.

He was a Cro-Magnon-Iooking bastard.

If Lynn's dead, he did us a favor.

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