Underworld U.S.A. Page #2

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that night in the alley.

You know, when you

were a kid?

Yeah, I remember Driscoll.

Now, how 'bout you?

What?

Well, have you got

anything in mind

In the way of a job?

A job?

Yeah, a job.

It's a word.

Meaning work?

You know,

legitimate work?

Yeah, I got a job.

Look, if you tell me you're

gonna bust another safe,

I'll kick you right out

of this house, so help me.

No, nothin' like that.

That's what

I wanted to hear.

For five years,

I lost you in prison.

And for five years,

I been praying

That you learned

a lesson.

And you finally did.

Yeah.

Yeah, I learned

a lesson.

I learned plenty.

What do you mean?

I learned who killed

my father.

I finally caught up

with Vic Farrar.

Did you kill him?

Didn't have to.

He died in a prison hospital,

asking me to forgive him.

And he named names.

You want to know

who they were?

No.

No, I don't want to know.

I don't want to know!

There!

There they are.

That's my job.

Gela. Gunther. Smith.

Those are the three punks

Im gonna get.

Punks!

You call them punks?

They're better guarded than the

President of the United States.

And you're gonna

get 'em?

Stop the crazy talk, man!

Tolly.

I know it's been like a disease

with you since you were a kid.

But you're

a grown-Up man now.

Act like it.

Don't eat your heart out

with hate and revenge.

Look at you.

done with your life? Nothin'.

One year in one prison,

two years in another.

The last rap, five years.

Look, you're only

on this earth once.

So take advantage of it.

Enjoy it!

Live it.

All I need

is one break...

to get to Gela.

And Gela uses your salon

to stash his dope, huh?

Who knows?

Could be.

Hello?

Is Mr. Gela there?

You better get word

to Mr. Gela,

The girl backed down.

She wouldn't make the pick-Up.

Yes, she's still here with me.

Uh, the key?

I'll leave it on the shelf

in the closet for you.

What about the girl?

Cuddles.

Cuddles!

Did, uh...

did-Did he get sore?

Give me the key, baby.

Yeah, sure.

Here.

Did he get sore?

Gee, I-I'd rather be dead

than handle that stuff.

I mean, do you know

what I mean?

I went there, and when I got

halfway there, I couldn't.

I... I...

hey, Ill pick it up.

I'm gonna

miss you, baby.

Call him and tell him

Ill pick it up,

And Ill deliver it!

Come!

Oh, oh!

Hey, Im beat!

Come on, come on!

Who are you?

Narcotics.

I- I never pushed

any of that stuff.

Yeah?

I'll tell the department

to give you a soft knock,

If you cooperate.

Honest, I don't

know enough

To make a trade

with the law.

You know where that fits,

don't you?

This stuff uncut?

Hey, I need

a doc.

What's the name

of that guy I clobbered?

Aw, give me

a break.

Don't push me

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