Murder, Inc. Page #5

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How about | a strawberry malted with-

Hey!

- Two scoops of ice cream. | - You want an egg?

Uh, why not?

Mrs. Corsi, I was up | the block a little while | ago checkin'with your neighbors.

Lace it with rat poison.

Let me go!

Sorry I dirtied | your dishes.

That's all right.

I've been lookin' for Reles. | Has he been here?

This look like a hotel? | You think I keep a register?

- Just asking. | - Stop asking.

Every cop with a big nose end up in | Staten Island shootin' Indians, ain't it so?

- It could happen. | - "It could happen." Sure it can happen.

So mind your business | and don't ask questions.

- I got a job to do. | - Ajob.

Sure. | You gotta do a job.

Here's a pencil. | Go write tickets.

Go ask the others | who got stores.

Ask Albrazzio, | the shoemaker.

Ask Albrazzio what happened to him | when the cops came.

They said...

"Don't pay protection, Albrazzio. | We protect you."

So Albrazzio, | the dumb idiot...

he doesn't pay.

Two days later, he's in the hospital, | every bone in his body broken.

And Levey the tailor.

First come the cops, | next come the Mob.

So they pour acid on every suit | he's got hanging in his shop.

They smash his machine | right in open daylight.

And where are the cops? You tell me. | Where are the cops?

What are you giving me, | Mrs. Corsi? We came.

- Nobody would talk. | - Oh, sure.

With the teeth kicked in your mouth, | who'd wanna talk?

No. Leave us alone. | We don't want no cops.

- How's your malted? | - Pretty good.

- I had it with an egg. | - Oh, yeah?

Hey, that's good. | That's nourishing that way.

Hello, Joey.

You playing | in a kids' band?

I don't play | in anybody's band.

Oh, that's right. | You're a singer.

That's a good thing | to remember.

I've been lookin' | for you, Reles.

I'm takin'you in.

Hey, uh, you got a warrant?

Oh, yeah. | Never without one.

Oh. In again, | out again, Finnegan.

Well, here's | a familiar face.

What do you say there? | Keepin' ya busy?

- Do we book him? | - Routine questioning.

Just a minute, | Lieutenant Tobin.

Oh, you got here fast, | Mr. Lazlo.

I'd like to talk | with my client.

- Are you booking him? | - I might.

- What are the charges? | - Throwing garbage out the window.

Have you got a witness?

That's a misdemeanor. | To book, you've gotta have a witness.

Now, you know that, | Lieutenant.

Come on. | Give me the rest of it.

Habeas corpus. You got the whole | caboodle goin' for ya, don't ya?

- Signed byJudge Pearsons. | - Yeah.

Pending a hearing | on this application...

you can't even ask | Mr. Reles if it's raining.

We can go now, | Mr. Reles.

- Nice seeing you. | - You'll need this for your file, Lieutenant.

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