i do a lot a cops, you know. comes with the territory. charlie used to say it was my union dues. keep my operator's license.
anyway. it was a full-day job. c-note and a half. kept talkin' about givin' me "the big schnitzel". more like a cocktail frank once we got down to it. well, we screw the whole afternoon. go down to the lobby for some dinner and there's liz, sittin' by herself.
three or four times. conventioneers. and lemme tell you something, i'm pretty good at faking it. but liz, she was good. a virtuoso, academy award kind of stuff--
no. nothing like that.
no. but i bet she'd be gooood.
i think it got a little kinky. he'd brought a couple toys. he may have. whipped her a bit.
he said. she liked the big schnitzel.
two days. after. liz got in all the papers.
yeah. bad habit. anyways, fritzie v. shows up and shakes me hard about charlie, whether he'd say anything about liz to the caps. beat me bad. real bad.
no mister you got it all wrong.
fritz just beat me. it was sonny me and liz did. sonny.