Mr. Majestyk Page #7

Maybe I could get you some winos.

Maybe I can fix it

so you'll never smile again.

Touch me, you'll be back in jail before noon.

Hey, why did you drop the complaint?

I'm being a good neighbor.

And you think I'm pulling something?

Now, why would you think that?

Seeing me lose my crop?

You know, I think you're mixed up.

Standing there in deep sh*t...

and all you're worried about

is your melon crop.

You've been talking to somebody?

- Yeah, who you got in mind?

- He get you to drop the complaint?

I'm tired of talking to you.

But I'll tell you one thing.

Somebody's gonna set your ass on fire,

and I'm gonna be there to watch.

Real nice, bigmouth. Real nice.

I had to give him one.

The son of a b*tch.

Hey, Frank. Smooth flight?

Yeah.

- Rough?

- How are you doing?

Okay. Hey, Wiley, how're you doing?

Your lawyer had to put up a bond...

you gotta appear at a hearing,

but nothing to nail you with.

- God!

- See?

Nothing like a little dumb luck.

What do you mean, "luck"?

The secret is, never run

until you know you're being chased.

- And have a fast lawyer available all times.

- Real fast.

Your lawyer's waiting

at the lodge he rented for you.

- Hey.

- He wants to talk to you.

What about my melon picker?

They turned him loose. The question now

is, what do the cops have in their minds?

No, the question is, what's he doing?

He's around. We just saw him.

Probably at home waiting on you.

Mr. Renda...

I was wondering if, when you finish him off,

you'd let me put a couple of slugs in him?

Who's this a**hole?

This is our friend Bobby Kopas,

the fellow Majestyk hit.

He's making sure nobody works for him,

so there won't be a crowd around there.

- You know him good?

- Well, I know he's a stuck-up son of a b*tch.

Got a few melons

and thinks he's a big grower.

How long has he lived here?

Too long.

It seems that I ask you questions,

and you don't answer them.

I'll try you again.

- Would you show me where he lives?

- Yes, sir, any time.

- Right now?

- You bet.

We're up to it now, Mr. Renda.

Sir.

- You said no one was working for him.

- No crews.

Just some migrants he hired, that's all.

Go up a ways, and turn around.

How long's that been here?

They're always patching the road,

getting in the way.

How long?

I don't know. Two or three days, sir, I think.

Don't you know cops when you see them?

Cops? Are you sure?

I never thought about cops being around.

They'll get tired

in a couple of days and leave.

Then we can run those Mexicans off.

Wouldn't be no sweat to that.

Pull over.

Pull over and stop.

Okay, a**hole...

get out!

What, right here?

My car's all the way over in Edna.

That's a four- or five-mile walk.

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