The Greatest Ears in Town: The Arif Mardin Story Page #4

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your week around.

What's the worst that could happen?

DINO:

FBI! Open the door!

Open the door!

HENRY:

F***.

[GRUNTING AND GROANING]

F***.

F***ing cocksucker. Get off him.

Jesus Christ, Henry.

Oxy, guns?

lt's like townie Christmas.

Minimum federal sentencing,

[FRAWLEY WHISTLES]

You're gonna need a friend.

And she ain't it.

Great girl, though.

She really loves you, l can tell.

Good news for you is you have an alibi

for the Cambridge job.

The good news for me

is l bet you know something about it.

Everyone does trucks.

These guys beat the alarm

for the vault.

-Yeah?

HENRY:
It's what l heard.

A kid, he gets into the junction box.

DOUG:
There she is.

-Hey.

DOUG:
All set?

-Yes.

l should have come

get your door for you, huh?

What kind of a guy lets you open

your own door like that?

What?

l have to get something out there...

...otherwise l'll be pretending

to listen to you all night...

...when really l'm thinking about

something else.

Okay.

A few days ago my bank was robbed.

Four men took it over

and opened the safe.

They took me as a hostage.

They blindfolded me

and drove me around.

And then they stopped and let me out

over at the beach and....

And one of the guys told me...

...to walk until l felt the water

on my toes.

lt was the longest walk of my life.

l kept thinking l'd step off a cliff.

And then l felt the water.

l'm sorry.

lt's not your fault.

Anyway, the FBl guy told me

it would feel like l was in mourning.

FBl? You're working with the FBl?

Mm-hm.

What does that mean?

Guy comes by, checks in on you,

gives you a call? That kind of thing?

Pretty much.

They don't have any suspects?

Any clues? Any leads? Anything like that?

l don't know.

Not that they've told me.

He intimated that they were

scouring Charlestown...

...but they were wearing masks, so....

-Sh*t.

-Mm.

l'm sure l'd recognize their voices

if l heard them again.

l don't know,

might be harder than you think.

So, what do you do for work?

Boston Sand and Gravel.

l break rocks.

Punch a ticket at the end of the day...

...slide down the back of a brontosaurus

like Fred Flintstone.

Call it a night.

[CLAIRE LAUGHS]

-Can l ask you something?

-You sure can.

l volunteer at the Boys & Girls Club

in Charlestown

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

As a kickball pitcher since they haven't

been able to afford any ice for the rink.

Embarrassing. City won't put

any money into that place.

Yeah, l know. Yeah, well, some of the kids

were calling me a toonie.

lt just means a yuppie. Someone who's

not from Charlestown, that's all.

-Of course it does.

-They're just being punks.

BARTENDER:
Hey, Jem. How's it going?

JEM:
Hey, B. Can l have a beer? Thanks.

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