Murder, Inc. Page #4

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and the heavy slot machine | used as a weight...

the body did not lose its buoyancy | and rose to the surface."

See, with a bum like that, you | gotta be a doctor, or else he floats.

- You swore you were | only gonna rough him up. | - Well, that's all we did.

But, you see, the man was in | delicate health. He couldn't take it.

He couldn't take an ice pick | in the gut, huh?

- Shut up. | - Why? Why did you kill him?

He had bad breath. | Now, you listen to me.

This is it.

From this, | you take no walks.

Stay in line, | keep your mouth shut...

or you get killed...

and the wife too.

Huh?

- Eadie? | - That's right- Eadie.

Huh? | That's the whole story.

Listen, uh, where is Eadie? | You know, I haven't seen her...

seven, eight years, | must be longer.

- Nice girl. A little tall. | - Come on. Let's go.

You know, at one time- | Take it easy, will ya? | What's the rush?

I just wanna talk to her, | say hello.

Will ya come on?

Hey. Hey, you remember me? | Abe Reles.

You remember. Kid Twist.

- The fella with the | chocolate twist candies. | - What is he doing here?

Nothin'. Nothin'. I just come up to say | congratulations, that's all.

Joey's a friend of mine, | and I'd like to congratulate you.

Come on, Reles. | Let's go, huh? Come on.

Sure. | Nice talkin' to you.

- That's a nice girl. | She hasn't changed much. | - Joey!

- What kind of business are you mixed up in? | - No kind of business, honey.

- Please tell me! I want to know! | - What's all the excitement here?

- I just came up to pay a friendly visit. | - Get out of here!

Take it easy, Eadie. | Just take it easy.

- What's your problem? | - What do you have to do with Joey?

What are you worried | so much aboutJoey for?

- He's a big man. He's a citizen. | - And you're scum!

Now, wait a minute. | You know, you got a big mouth.

- Come on, will you, Reles? | - No, no, no. She's got a big mouth.

I told you to get out!

What are you, | some kind of nut?

Who are you? What are you? | What do you think, you're a princess?

Can't talk English, | you're tellin'me to get out. No.

This is Brownsville. | And you know what?

It stinks, but I own it. And around here, | nobody tells me what to do.

Now, you get smart, go back in the bedroom | and do something with yourself.

- Fix your hair or somethin'! | - That's my wife you're talkin' to!

- Yeah? So what? | - So what? So this ain't Brownsville.

This is my house and it's my wife, | and don't you forget it, you hear?

- Nah, I won't forget it. | - Let's go, now.

Yeah.

You know what? | I ain't even mad.

I'm gonna tell you | somethin' about women.

I never met one that didn't need a rap | on the head, and pretty often.

- How are you, Mrs. Corsi? | - Well, how should I be?

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