The Case Against Brooklyn Page #4

It's too bad.

It must have happened right

after he took that shellacking.

Make a donation in his name.

I'm just trying to put you wise.

Too what?

Well, when you've been around as long

as I have you know a couple of things.

Er...Gus had insurance, didn't he?

-So?

So play it smart.

In suicide they don't

pay double indemnity.

Who said anything about

double indemnity or suicide.

Everybody carries double indemnity.

Now look...

If those insurance d*cks find out

about that strong-arm treatment.

They're gonna snoop around for five years

to prove that Gus was in trouble and...

then he drove himself off the road.

Hey, all of a sudden you're

so interested in my welfare.

I know it's none of my business but...

I know you're alone now

and I'm kind of alone, I...

So we orphans have to kind

of take care of each other, huh?

Ah, the gentleman from California.

-Hi, can I buy you a drink?

I already had one,

but you can give me your car keys.

You took them with you and your car's

blocking traffic in my garage.

Oh, I'm sorry.

-Thanks.

Why don't you sit down?

-All right.

I thought everybody was

moving the other way.

How come you come from the coast here.

Business.

-Oh, yes, a special kind?

Rudi's a business expert.

He drives a laundry truck.

Your business, my business, his business.

I don't mind... I had a piece of luck,

an aunt left me a couple of houses

the other side of Mannick Avenue.

I grew up around there.

Around here?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I've been looking at

you over my shoulder up here.

Aren't you Lil Alexander?

-I was.

PS47, sixth grade,

Miss Lederman's class, right?

No... What!

I don't believe it.

Oh, I don't remember you.

-Well, I sure remember you.

We were both twelve years old.

I was looking at you, but... er...

you were looking at those

big guys of fourteen.

Oh, that's me all right,

always looking at 'em.

Trouble with me,

I never got past the fifth grade.

Oh well, um... I've got some business.

I'll see you around.

And, er... remember... just say the word.

Sure Rudi, thanks.

Well, I guess I'd better get back too.

So the grease monkeys can get a break.

Hey, er...

wait a minute, you might need keys.

Oh, I must have forgot them.

I don't even know your name,

is it still the same?

Mrs Polombo.

Well I... it was... I guess it still is.

My husband's dead.

-Oh.

Just Lil.

Get another beer, huh?

So you went to PS47, huh?

-That's right.

It isn't too late to make that bet.

-Yeah?

Back of the barber shop,

round the corner here.

Tell them, 'Mervin.

the cheerful loser sent you'.

And while you're there,

give my love to my response.

Here, with you I feel lucky.

One on the house.

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