City Heat Page #3

- What about him?

- He sold you out.

- To who?

- Primo Pitt, for 25 big ones.

What did he sell?

Just a cleaver big enough

to cut yours clean off.

Yeah.

Pitt got the stuff?

(SCOFFS)

Not yet.

- But you'll get it back.

- Oh, yeah.

For $50,000.

Half now, half on delivery.

Don't got that much on me.

(CHUCKLING)

Tell you what. The bookkeeper does.

On the river. Pier 14, Star of Bolivia.

Just have one of your mutts

drop it at my place.

- COLL:
And the goods?

- Don't worry, you'll hear.

COLL:
Dehl. Dehl!

Yeah?

Cross me and you're snail food.

(CHUCKLING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

This is crummy, Speer.

I better check this out.

It may be for his own good.

(WHISTLING)

(GUN CLICKS)

Look what the rat dragged in.

Uh-uh, Sugar, it's all gonna be fine.

What kind of game are you playing, Pitt?

Did you have a good time at the fight?

Wasn't nothing.

Maybe not.

You're in a lot of trouble, shoofly.

Open that case.

Open the case.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

- DEHL:
Run!

- (GUNSHOT)

(GINNY SCREAMING)

Get her!

SPEER:
Stay there.

- (GUNSHOT)

- (GROANING)

Jesus!

(GROANING)

Come on! Come on! Come on!

(SCREAMS)

- (GUNSHOTS)

- (GINNY SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GUN CLICKING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(GUN CLICKING)

Everything all right?

All right for me, not so good for him.

- SPEER:
He took a four-story fall.

- MIKE:
"Fall"?

- He had help.

- MIKE:
Bastards.

- Didn't know you two were so close.

- He was my partner.

That's right, he was.

We dug two .38s and a .45 out of

the walls, a 9mm out of the ceiling.

Now this in here was chasing Ginny Lee

when I bumped into him.

She got away.

Vint Diestock, one of Pitt's soldiers.

Dehl's gun was in his holster.

What'd you do with Addy?

I sent her home in a patrol car.

Boy, you really know how to show

a girl a good time, Speer.

Mr. Coll wants to see you.

TROY:
Hard or easy, Murphy?

Ah, Mr. Murphy.

- Mr. Coll.

- Well, I'm so glad you could come.

Make yourself comfortable.

- You want a drink?

- No, thanks.

Swell-looking joint you got here.

- Fruits of my labor.

- Yeah.

Don't tell me why you asked me up here.

Let me guess.

You're a night kind of guy.

You like to invite new friends up.

Chew the rag a little bit.

What do you want to gab about, fish face?

- I saw your late partner tonight.

- Oh, yeah?

Was that about 1:00,

when he tried to fly out of

the fourth-floor window without any wings?

- You know I didn't dust him.

- And how do I know that?

Because you remember all about Mr. Pitt,

don't you?

Oh, yeah. Primo Pitt. Hell of a guy.

He came in second to you

in the snot ball pageant.

You're real close to a manners lesson.

You're real close

to getting your ass kicked.

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