officer white. i heard you got a hard-on for wife beaters.
look, mickey c's doing time and half the other guys who'd hire me are dead or left town. i need money. if your snitch-fund's green, i'll get you some fucking-a collars.
there's this guy. he's blond and fat, about forty. likes the ponies. been pimping his wife to cover his losses. knocks her around to keep her in line.
i figure the address is worth twenty.
yuletide cheer, fellas.
they shot him in his library.
nobody. at least not yet.
gone. not a trace.
wendell white, how's tricks, paesano?
what do you want, officer?
should i?
oh, yeah. that was a long time ago. before your day. the last few years he's been muscle for hire. but i heard he's disappeared.
more's gonna cost you.
before meeks disappeared he was popping off about trying to move eighteen pounds of heroin.
deuce perkins. mickey c's narcotics lieutenant. the night he got clipped, eighteen pounds of mickey's heroin went missing.
meeks is probably in rio or someplace like that by now.
i don't know. i swear it!
hey, you want an autograph, write to m-g-m.
what?
you are making a large mistake.