The Crew Page #2

youre toast. Youre done. Its over.

At least, thank God,

we still got our ears, right?

Merrily, merrily, merrily

Everything was different now.

Back when we were wiseguys we thought

the biggestschnook was the nine-to-fiver...

...scratching together a couple of fazools

just to pau his bills.

Well, I finally had a nickname:

Bobby The Schnook.

Row, row, row

Mouth danced at a place on the beach.

$3.50 an hour and tips.

he did Okay.

To this crowd, he still had it.

More important than sex appeal,

they thought he was a good listener.

I told my sister,

Trudy, forget the bridge tournament.

Let a doctor take a look at that.

She wouldnt listen.

Now she has nine toes.

She lives in Miami and cant wear sandals.

Whats the point?

Now her grandchildren....

Good thing Mouth didntstill own a gun.

I need a Whopper with cheese.

As for Bats....

I want the mauo spread very lightlu

on the bottom byn.

I also want the lettuce and one pickle

wrapped separatelu on the side.

Ladu, I know what the commercial says,

but special orders...

...do upset us.

Whopper.

Whopper?

In the office!

Bats mystve been fired

from every Byrger King in Dade Countu.

I dont know. Once youre over 60...

...you shouldnt have to answer to a punk

named Skippy to make a living.

Nothing against the Burger King people.

The product is fabulous.

Charbroiled. Enough said.

Brick had got sentimental in his old age.

he felt that working with stiffs,

giving them a nice send-off...

...sQuared things a little

for all the guys hed clipped.

Making them look happu,

that was his trademark.

he was very talented. I know.

Ive seen my share of dead people.

Trust me. None of them everlooked like

they might break into hello, Dolly!

When you see St. Peter, tell him it was

Brick who put the shine on your shoes.

have a safe journeu, pal.

Like I said, theres nothing new.

Weve checked every Neal in south Florida.

Theres nothing. Im sorry.

Well keep looking.

Mr. Bartellemeo,

I cant take your money anymore.

Youre in the business of finding people.

This is what it costs.

So find her.

Please.

There are things l....

There are things I need to tell her.

Olivia was just five that Christmas.

It was around this time I swore to Marie

I was getting out of the life for good.

You know, for Olivia.

But I put the wrong family first.

I wound up doing

a couple ofuears upstate.

By the time I got out, they were gone.

All I ever heard was...

...Marie had remarried some moke

by the name of Neal.

They all lived in Miami,

which is why I ended up here...

...hoping someday

ld be standing at a stoplight...

...orsitting in a diner, and ld look up and...

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