City Heat Page #4

- You want some of me, pal? Come on.

- Not now.

(CHUCKLES)

Where do you stand, Murphy? Hmm?

You and Dehl,

you had a fix with Mr. Pitt, right?

So, Dehl, he pulls a double-cross.

Now, you in with him

or he's screwing you too?

He was my partner.

He couldn't cut it. Can you?

He was my junior partner.

I taught him practically nothing

of what I know.

So you'll get my goods back for me, then?

Well, I didn't talk to Dehl

before he went out for some air.

I don't know the financial arrangement.

This now, another like it

when I take possession.

$50,000 or forget it.

Agreed.

Good. Tell the little rodents

to fix me a drink, will you?

COLL:
Two.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SAXOPHONE PLAYS)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(GUN C*CKS)

Wait till you see the bedroom.

When was the last time

you talked to Primo Pitt?

I've never talked to Primo Pitt.

Well, two of his guns

are parked right across the street.

- MIKE:
Cadillac?

- Yeah.

You rate the heavy artillery.

Maybe they're waiting for you.

Did you ever think of that?

Mmm-mmm. I ducked in the alley,

came up the back.

What are you drinking?

Tea. I found it in the bottle

under the sink.

Or what's left of your sink.

It tastes like gin.

It is gin, my gin.

You didn't sly up here

just to prove you're stealthy.

We fished Aram Strossell

out of the river today.

- Leon Coll's bookkeeper.

- A friend of yours?

He was gonna do my taxes next year.

Well, he was wired to a cement block.

The wire broke, and he popped up

in front of a seafood restaurant,

much to the chagrin of the customers.

- Catch of the day.

- Very funny.

You want to quote me odds on the connection

between Dehl and the bookkeeper?

Uh-uh.

Or the link between you and them?

They dug a slug out of the mess

that was left of Dehl.

It was a 9mm.

One of those wouldn't be too good

for your looks either, shorty.

Duck.

SPEER:
That's right.

- Yeah?

- Roll it down further.

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

It's against the law

to lie down in the middle of the street.

- I never laid down on the street.

- Sure you did. You were hit by a truck.

- What truck?

- Next one that comes along.

- Look, Lieutenant...

- No, you look.

I don't like sludge like you,

you understand?

In fact, it wouldn't break my heart at all

to scrape the street clean of your ilk.

You know what an "ilk" is, don't you, Dub?

- A big deer.

- Yeah.

Now, if I catch you loitering

around my precinct again,

I'm gonna shoot me an ilk. You understand?

All right, throw your cannons

out the window.

- (GUN COCKING)

- Come on, I hear a truck coming.

(GUNS CLATTER)

Good boy.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GASPING)

Pretty stealthy, Lieutenant.

Pretty stealthy.

- Hello, Tuck. How you feeling?

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