Kiss of Death Page #3

- You saw the kids?

- Yes.

- And they're all right?

- Oh, yes. They look swell.

- Where are they?

- In an orphanage outside

of New York. A big place.

I was gonna write

and tell you about it...

and then I thought

maybe I'd better come see you.

I-I feel so sorry about everything, Nick.

Tell me about Maria.

She wasn't feeling very well

when I saw her the last time.

- What did you fight about?

- Oh, uh, I don't remember anymore.

- Okay.

- I don't. Honestly.

Was she unhappy?

Oh, yes.

- Drinking?

- Uh-huh.

- Anything else?

- No. No, no, no.

What happened? You came here

to tell me what happened.

Why did you change your mind?

Scared of hurting me?

Look, Nettie...

I'm the kind of guy you can't hurt.

It doesn't matter.

Oh, Nick!

You told me.

Who is the guy?

Rizzo.

Rizzo.

I had to come see you. I don't know why.

I'm sorry. I don't wanna cry.

Nobody's cried over me for a long time.

Rizzo.

When did it start? No. Never mind.

Is there... Is there anything

I can do for you?

- Yeah. Will you see the kids again?

- Mm-hmm.

Tell 'em you heard from me...

and I'm supposed to be

working in South America.

- Do that, will you?

- Yes. Yes, that's what I used to tell 'em...

before I moved away.

Are you... alone?

Yes.

I-I got a good job in a music store.

Oh. Well, Nettie,

thanks for coming to see me.

Good-bye.

- I'll write you soon.

- Thanks.

"Nick Bianco. Urgent business."

- Did he write this himself?

- Yes, sir.

- Good handwriting.

- He's not a bad guy.

- Bring him in.

- Yes, sir.

All right, Bianco.

Well, Nick, you haven't been in here before,

but I've had good reports on you.

Something's gone wrong, I suppose.

All right, Nick. Get it off your chest.

Well, I used up all my

letters for this month...

but they came back saying the person

no longer lived at the address.

I'd like to send another letter off.

I was told that

you had to give permission.

That's right, if it's urgent.

Yes, sir. It's very urgent.

- Who is the letter going to?

- To the assistant D.A., Mr. D'Angelo.

Hmm. Better let me send it.

He'll read it sooner.

Yes, sir. You can send it.

Tell him that Nick Bianco wants to

cash in on his insurance policy.

- Nothing else?

- No, sir. He'll understand that.

- I'll send it this afternoon.

- Thanks.

Oh, Nick. You need

a little more exercise.

How about putting Bianco

on the ball team, Joe?

- We can use him.

- You play ball?

I'm going to. Thank you, sir.

Hello, Bianco. Have a seat.

- How are you?

- All right.

You have a nice ride, Bianco?

Warden phoned me, said he thought

it might be important.

- Is it?

- Yeah. Yes, sir.

"Yeah" will do.

Before we get to talking, Bianco,

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