A Walk Among the Tombstones

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- You need some help, man.

- Oh, God.

I don't care.

You want to mess up your own shit.

But you're going to mess up mine, too.

I need to know you got my back.

Not that you're going to come falling

through the door behind me...

Don't worry your pretty

little spic head off.

Anyway. That was all I wanted to say.

Is that it?

F*ck you.

Scudder.

Remember us?

Okay, get out. Both of you.

I told you last night that we...

Oh, my God!

Is everybody okay?

Get down!

Get behind me! Get down!

Move it!

- Stay low!

- Duck inside!

Hey, Matt.

It's me, Peter.

You know, Peter Kristo...

Oh, Peter. Hi.

Do I know you, Peter?

Yeah, I led a meeting a few weeks ago.

You know, I'm a painter,

got hooked on smack in art school...

Oh, yeah.

You're the guy did the

Jackson Pollock number

on the wall of the john

with the blood from your...

- Syringe.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that was me.

- I enjoyed your story.

Oh! Thanks. Appreciate it.

Do you mind?

Sure, sit down.

Can't smoke in here, honey.

- Yeah.

- Something wrong, Peter?

It's my brother, you know?

He needs your help.

What kind of help?

I think it would be better if

you came out to Clinton Hill,

talked about it there with him.

Clinton Hill.

Yeah, he'll pay for your cab out

there and back, and your time.

Whether you take it or not.

Please, just hear what he got

to say, that's all I'm asking.

When does your brother

want to have this chat?

Well, you know. Right now.

That's what I was afraid

you were gonna say.

- Here you go, Matt.

- Thanks, Jenny.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

You're eating.

I'll come back.

Yeah, if you're...

Jenny, would you keep this warm

for me, please? I'll be back.

Half an hour, right there on the right.

That's it. Yeah,

it's a nice place, right?

All right, Mr. Matt. Go on up.

Kenny don't like me smoking

in the house, so...

Hey, Kenny.

Mr. Scudder. Come in.

Can I get you something to drink?

Not a "drink" drink, I know

you know Peter from AA,

but there's coffee made,

or I can offer you a soda.

I'm fine.

So you're a private detective,

is that right?

- Unlicensed.

- What's that mean?

It means that sometimes

I do favors for people,

and sometimes, in return,

they give me gifts.

Gifts. But you used

to be a cop, right?

Yeah, I was with the 6th Precinct

in the Village for a while.

And before that, I was

over here with the 75th.

So why'd you quit?

I didn't like the hours, Mr. Kristo.

Nah, the corruption got to you, huh?

Not really.

It would have been hard to

support my family without it.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, this was really my brother's idea,

you know, bringing you out here.

You want, I can leave.

Someone's kidnapped my wife.

That's a federal matter.

They said not to call the cops.

Naturally they would.

When did this happen?

Yesterday.

You should be talking to the FBI.

- I'm talking to you.

- Look, Mr. Kristo...

- Kenny.

- Kenny.

If you're asking me to run

a bag, deliver money,

that is not something I do.

I already paid them.

When?

Last night.

How much?

$400,000.

And your wife? Where is she?

She's dead.

I paid them, but they killed her anyway.

I see.

- I'm sorry.

- I don't want you to be sorry.

I want you to find the men who

did this and bring them to me.

You say you paid them

the 400 the same day?

That's right.

You mind if I ask what kind

of business you're in, Kenny?

Construction.

What exactly do you construct?

Houses.

Oh.

Then I guess Peter's standing

outside right now because he what?

Doesn't like your building methods?

Peter's not supposed to

associate with people like me.

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