The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story Page #2

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an experience like this...

...there are very often

residual effects.

lt's gonna be okay.

Did they say anything?

''lf you talk to the FBl, we'll come

to your house and f*** you and kill you.''

GLOANS:

Are you gonna take care of it?

-l'll do it.

-Why are you gonna do it?

You're the reason

we're having conversation.

-l'm gonna get it done.

-What are you gonna get done? Huh?

You get picked up

for intimidating a witness.

You walk within 100 feet of her,

that's 10 years. Okay?

You got two strikes against you already.

They're gonna bury you under the jail.

How much money's in the sack?

All right, we got 90 a pop.

Minus what l had to shave off

for the Florist.

Hey, Jem, what happened

with the assistant manager?

Yeah. Well, next time Skeletor comes

in the bank with an AK...

...l think he's gonna think twice

about hitting that alarm, isn't he?

He's lucky he just got tuned up.

-Hey, Rusty. How you doing?

-Hey, Jem. What's up? How are you?

Fergie. Kid's here.

JEM:

Hey, Fergie.

-Here you go.

-How's it going, son?

All right. You run that under the sink,

all right?

Trust me.

All right. Good to see you.

Take it easy, man. Good to see you.

FRAWLEY:
Where are they?

What are they doing right now?

They got the money,

now they have to clean it. Casinos. Tracks.

Maybe they make a big drug buy,

flip it across town.

They want to go celebrate, right?

B.P.D., DEA, l want tips,

names, witnesses, anything.

We're gonna knock on some doors,

see who wants to help us out.

Any questions? No? Great. Let's go.

[SLAINE'S ''99 BOTTLES''

PLAVINC OVER SPEAKERS]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

What's going on, pal?

What up?

Hey, there he is.

DOUG:
Boom.

JEM:
Sober Jackson.

DOUG:
What's up?

-Hey, hey. Krista's here.

JEM:

Go on, tell the story.

GLOANS:
Dougy, sit down. l'm trying to tell

these motherfuckers about your father.

The feds will never understand

the guy who's facing 40 years.

Gonna give him the opportunity

to walk scot-free if he gives up his friends.

He tells them,

''Suck a dick. Give me the 40.''

JEM:

''F***ing suck a dick.''

Yeah, well, here's to Big Mac.

Doing his time like a man.

JEM:
That's right.

GLOANS:
Last crew in Charlestown.

DOUG:

l'm gonna get a tonic, l guess.

All right.

Get me an umbrella for my beer.

Let me get a Shirley Temple

with an extra cherry, please.

Poor f***ing sober bastard.

-Thanks.

BARTENDER:
No problem.

Juice?

Yeah. Juice.

Do you want some snappers

to go with that?

-What are you doing?

-l was just playing.

F***.

My drink.

Heard you got in a fight, Kris.

Do l look like l got in a fight?

l don't know. Let me see.

They pull your hoop out?

That's right.

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