Romeo Is Bleeding Page #2

Hey, hey, Lorraine. All right?

Nick Gazzara got popped.

Boom, boom.

They think what's-her-face,

uh, that Russian b*tch, Demarkov, did it.

- What they got on it?

- Multiple murder. Adds that touch.

Smell like a meat market Easter week.

- Well, what do you want?

- Give me a sandwich. Somethin'.

Feds ain't got Gazzara no more.

They gotta make Demarkov talk.

Yeah.

Lorraine, you got somethin' for me?

Yeah, Jack. This.

Hey, how about we go out this weekend?

Eddie wouldn't like it, Jack.

I don't get it. Ever since I sent her husband

away, it's like she don't know me.

- Where'd they get him?

- A hole-in-the-wall in Williamsburg.

- Monte Carlo.

- That's right.

They set him up with a new name,

the whole thing.

They were shippin' him to Arizona.

Phoenix. Holiday Diner.

Red velour, right?

F*** him. He's better off dead.

Those feds didn't come out too good.

She sprayed the place. If you hadn't known,

you'd think it was a drug war.

Sh*t.

Just winged him. The f***.

So...

It's in the box. Same as always.

She took down that whole room.

It's a new world, right?

They were gonna wait

until he got out into the car.

Well, she didn't wait.

No way Nick was gonna make it

back to the stand again.

Don Falcone on down, we're looking at life.

Ah, couldn't happen.

There's gonna be a lot of heat.

- So?

- So?

So you made me a cop killer.

A bullet's a bullet, Jack.

Taking anybody else with him

wasn't the deal.

Hey, what are you,

out of the business now or what?

You wanna keep him safe,

just keep him at home, all right?

Come on.

So this girl, this Demarkov,

she's very modern.

She doesn't give a f*** about nothin',

except for you-know-what.

Falcone would've given it all to her, too.

She wouldn't wait. Ah, too bad for her.

How much time she lookin' at?

That ain't the point, Jack.

It's not her talkin' Falcone's scared of.

She wants it all. You know the kind.

You gotta take her out

before she takes him out. So...

Want the job or not?

What's the money like?

Same as always.

Nobody else gets hurt this time, huh?

Yeah.

Take it.

Like the fall of Rome out there.

Streets gonna be filled with animals.

You keep breathing, huh? See ya next time.

So, what? They playing with new rules now?

More cops' blood?

That was anybody's guess.

He didn't wanna think about that.

And he didn't.

Sh*t.

Come on.

F*** you!

Sign here for Mona Demarkov.

The job was to take her

over to the safe house

and hand her ass over to the feds.

And that voice in his head

said it was gonna be very easy.

So you're the big hoodlum.

Personally,

I don't see it.

Keep lookin'.

Honeymoon rate?

Short stay.

Don't cry to me, pal. Just sign the book.

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