Tony Rome Page #5

Joe. Tony Rome.

Give me an up-to-date list

on fences operating in Miami.

Hold it.

Just a second.

I think I got company.

I'll call you later.

Homicide. Santini.

Dave, it's Tony.

My ex-partner just

took a hit in my office.

His gun's here,

and I think he used it.

Yeah. Somebody's walking around Miami

with a big, fat.45 slug in him.

Sure, I know everybody knows

I hate his guts. So what?

Okay. I'll be here

waiting for you.

Tony Rome, to see Mr. Kosterman.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid it's too late.

- It's all right. Let him in.!

- That's big of you.

Thanks to your daughter, there was a guy

killed in my office tonight.

What's my daughter gotta do

with a guy killed in your office?

He was the house dick from the hotel

where I picked her up.

Oh. Well, that doesn't mean

that she's involved.

She's involved.

And pretty soon, Mr. Kosterman...

there are gonna be a gang of cops

crawlin' all over me...

wanting to know why this guy got himself

croaked in my office.

Well, they can't hang you

if you didn't do it.

No, but they could

lift my license.

Now, you can pull some strings in this state.

I'd like you to pull a few...

and get the law

off my back.

- Who's Lorna?

- Lorna?

- Mm-hmm. Dame with the bottle.

- That's my ex-wife.

- That's Diana's mother.

- Mm-hmm. Adam?

Adam Boyd. That's her present husband.

How'd you get mixed up with them?

- How'd you get mixed up with them?

- Oh, that's a good question.

I've asked myself that

quite a few times.

You see, I started out as a bricklayer,

a common bricklayer.

Twenty million dollars later, they said

I had no class, so I bought some... Lorna.

I caught her with Boyd,

and I kicked her out.

- She landed pretty hard.

- She wanted Boyd, and now she's got him.

Mm-hmm. Well,

that's her problem.

My problem's a stiff

layin' in my office.

All right.

I'll advance you 500.

And they'll be a bonus.

Just keep my family out of it.

I need more than money,

Mr. Kosterman. I need juice.

All right. I'll make

a few phone calls.

But I'm sure that Diana

had nothing to do with it.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But if you let the cops roust me too long,

I'm gonna bring her into this thing.

You'll get a refund,

but she's gonna be in it.

Mrs. Kosterman.

Did my husband

hire you?

You were listening.

Did he or didn't he?

Mr. Rome,

I love my husband.

I don't want to

see him hurt.

Whatever you find out

about Diana, please...

use judgment about

whether to tell it.

I usually do.

And I've blown

a few clients doing it.

Tell me something. How did you get hooked

up with someone like Mr. Kosterman?

Repeat:

I love him.

No offense,

but, uh...

seems to me you might have

run some pretty fast tracks.

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