Kill the Irishman Page #5

(GUN FIRING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

MAN:
Come on.

Come on, stupid, move! Come on!

ART:
Get him, Danny!

(BIKERS CHEERING)

(GROANS)

ART:
Come on, Danny!

(CHEERING STOPS)

Tell Licavoli we're sorry.

You're on my level, so mind your p's and q's.

You're the only wop I can stand, Johnny.

You know that, right?

(LAUGHS) Just be respectful.

Jack.

Leo. You remember Danny Greene.

Of course.

How you doing, Danny?

Here. Sit down, Danny.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, somebody say something?

Why am I here, John?

Well, we wanna talk about garbage.

You know, we wanna give you a hand.

Oh.

You decided we need a hand.

You know, Jack, you've been trying to get

the union off the ground for five years.

So you came here to tell us we're f***-ups,

that it, John?

Now why do you have to talk to me...

Why does he have to talk to me like that?

I came here to do you a favour

and you're breaking my balls.

What do you propose, John?

We bring Danny in the mix.

Didn't you talk to Shondor?

Shondor Birns says you been

doing a good job for him.

And that thing

with the Longshoreman Union,

you handled yourself real well.

Thank you.

A guy who keeps his mouth shut

is a stand-up guy.

What do you say?

(WHISPERING)

All right. You got my blessing.

Be prepared, huh?

These garbage hauliers are tough nuts.

(CHUCKLES)

Some of these guys... (EXHALES)

There's no talking to them, you know.

Believe me, we tried.

With all due respect, Jack,

that was you talking to them, not me.

Wait a minute.

When you speak to Mr Licavoli...

I guarantee you,

you're not gonna be disappointed, all right?

JOE:
The garbage hauling plan was Danny's

golden opportunity to get back in the game.

The only problem was he knew

next to nothing about garbage hauling.

So he found someone who did.

Former Golden Glove champion

of Cleveland, half-Lithuanian, half-Irish.

He'd been clearing out bars

down on the dock since the 10th grade.

Keith Ritson.

There's a million houses in Northern Ohio.

You know who collects the garbage?

Two hundred separate companies,

that's who.

It's chaos out there, no good to anybody.

It's going to be next to impossible

to organise these guys.

You got any new ideas?

We hold a recruitment drive.

I'll join! I'll join! I'll join!

What?

I know what you are.

Mrs O'Keefe.

Don't you start with me, you hear?

You got guys coming round here all hours

of the day or night doing God knows what.

You misunderstand.

Oh, I understand.

But I ain't afraid of you.

Now get the hell off my gate

before I stop being polite.

(HORN HONKING)

Hey, Danny. How are you, my friend?

- It's good to see you. How's everything?

- All good.

Be careful.

It could get a little hairy in here sometimes.

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